Chapter Eighteen

Inception and Completion of Hazel Hawkins Memorial Hospital

        It was in the early spring of 1902 that I suffered the greatest sorrow of my life, in the death of my little grandchild, Hazel Hawkins, the daughter of my son, W. E., and his wife, Grace Hawkins. She had lived with us all her little life. She was my constant companion, and we loved each other with a devotion I had never known before. All of her days she had striven unselfishly to make all around her happy, and when sickness laid its hand upon her, all that love and devotion and science could do for her was in vain.

        On the fifth of March, as I stood by her bedside, she opened her eyes and looking at me said in her sweet voice, "Good-night, Grandpa," and then fell asleep, to waken in the Paradise of God.

        No one but those who have lost their best beloved can know the utter loneliness and despair of such a parting. I cannot write about it after the lapse of so many years without my heart overflowing, and the tears will come unbidden to my eyes.

        And so the years passed on, yet I could find no alleviation for my sorrow. On the second anniversary of her death, just as the sun was sinking to rest, I walked out to the cemetery and, sitting down by her little grave, I wrote the following lines:

They told me when you went away

That time would kindly soothe my grief,

That fleeting days and passing years

And changing scenes would bring relief.

 

Yet twice since then the voice of Spring

Has softly called the flowers to bloom,

And twice have Summer roses shed

O’er all the earth their rich perfume.

 

And twice the Autumn days have come

And turned to brown the distant hills,

And twice the Winter’s falling rain

Has waked to life the brooks and rills.

 

Yet, as this eve I sit alone

And think o’er all the happy years

When you were here, my eyes grow dim,

I cannot see for falling tears.

 

And as I sadly think of you,

I wonder – wonder if you know

Through all these days with all my heart

That I have loved, still love you so.

 

That all the world is desolate,

My aching heart is empty yet,

And whatsoe’er may me betide,

I cannot, if I would, forget.

        I had long been considering some suitable monument to her memory and about this time I decided that a hospital in remembrance would be what she would have chosen. In the spring of 1906 I had the plans all completed and was preparing to start the work, when the earthquake of that year came and injured and destroyed many brick buildings, and the experience decided me to change the plans, and it was midsummer before the new design was complete and work commenced. The design shows an exterior of cream colored brick with trimmings of red terra cotta. The building is large enough to meet the demands of the city and surrounding country for many years to come. There are two operating rooms, and all the appliances that medical science can desire for the care of patients.

In November, 1907, the building was completed and with furnishings represents an expenditure of forty thousand dollars. Prior to this I had deeded the property to a board of seven trustees, consisting of N. C. Briggs, M. T. Pooling, R. P. Lathrop, A. D. Shaw, C. N. Hawkins, Wm. Palmtag and George H. Moore. On the twenty-third day of November the building was dedicated, and as I consider this the greatest work of my life, it seems to me proper that the proceedings should have a place here in full.

DEDICATED TO THE PEOPLE

HAZEL HAWKINS MEMORIAL HOSPITAL

Nature seemed to have reserved the fairest day of late Autumn with which to hallow the dedicatory services of Hazel Hawkins Memorial Hospital on Saturday. For a week previous it had been threatening rain, the skies were overcast, and the weather generally was disagreeable. But Saturday morning the sun rose bright and clear from behind old Santa Ana peak, the sky was blue and beautiful, the air gently stirring with Autumn zephyr and was balmy and delightful.

The hour of service was set for 2 o’clock, and long before that period an expectant throng had assembled on the grounds in front of the spacious building. People were there from all parts of the county to show their appreciation of the magnificent hospital just completed, and testify their esteem for the generous founder. The exercises were held on the portico of the main entrance. Seats had been provided on the ground for several hundred and many people additional stood during the ceremony, or sat in carriages clustered on every hand.

The exercises opened with a prayer by Rev. Wm. Goodpasture of the M. E. Church, South.

A splendid choir had been drilled by Prof. John Dehof, who accompanied on the piano. The choir consisted of Misses Mabel Kearney, Sadie Hain, sopranos; Mesdames Chas. Wagner, E. Bolton, A. W. Cutts; Mrs. J. T. Lowe, Mrs. J. N. Dehof, Miss E. Garner, Miss A. J. Dehof, altos; Mr. H. C. Irons, Mr. J. J. Burnett, Dr. J. H. Tebbetts, Mr. J. Long, tenors; Mr. Thomas O’Donnell, Mr. Guy Hooton, bassos.

The first selection was "Thine Eyes So Blue and Tender," by Schehlman. The music was beautifully rendered, each note sounding clearly in the open air.

Mr. T. S. Hawkins then presented the deed of trust for the hospital to Mr. N. C. Briggs, chairman of the Board of Trustees. Mr. Hawkins made a brief address. Mr. Hawkins’ address was as follows:

"My Friends and Fellow Citizens:

"You must not be surprised, if in the few words I have to say today the personal pronoun shall frequently appear, for I propose to confine my remarks to my connection with the causes that have led up to the erection of this building, and to my hopes for its future, and leave to those more able than I, who are to follow, whatever more is to be said.

"I have much to be thankful for this day. I am thankful to my Heavenly Father that my life has been spared to see the completion of this, which I consider the great work of my life.

"I am thankful to see before me the faces of so many of my friends, whom I have known so long, and among whom I have lived for almost forty years.

"I am thankful to the noble physicians of this town, who have so greatly aided me by their advice and friendly counsel.

"I am thankful to the good women and good men, and benevolent orders of this county in furnishing so many rooms in such a handsome manner, and to all who have taken so lively an interest in this undertaking.

"We present to you this day a hospital up-to-date in every way. All that the latest knowledge in building, in heating, in lighting, all of the latest appliances known to medical science and the demands of modern surgery are here. To this place the sick and suffering may come, assured of every comfort and care, and here the physician will be surrounded with every appliance that will enable him to do his best work in healing the sick and ameliorating human suffering. No pains or thought or money has been spared to make it a perfect hospital. In this I do not arrogate to myself any credit in the performance. I have been but the humble instrument in the hands of Almighty God. If this building is beautiful in outline and proportion, satisfying to the eye in coloring, and in every way the ‘house beautiful,’ the credit is duo to the architect whose mind evolved the plan and carried it out to completion. If it is built solidly from turret to foundation stone, to endure to be a blessing to generations yet unborn, which I believe it to be, the credit is due to the honest workmen who laid its foundations, built its walls and in a hundred ways wrought toward. its consummation. I can not even claim the conception of this work. It is said in holy writ, "And a little child shall lead them." So from the beautiful and unselfish life of the little child whose name adorns these portals came the inspiration of all that has been done.

"For a few short years she was given us to be the joy and sunshine of our home. And all her little life she went about doing good -- carrying the sunshine of her presence to little girls who were sick, helping the poor as far as she could. And in a thousand ways she spent her days in making others happy. And when in the wisdom of Divine Providence she was called home to dwell with the Savior she loved so well, I felt I must, in some way, carry out the work she would have done. I could think of no better way than this home for the sick and suffering.

"And now I feel my life-work is accomplished, and yet I am not tired of life, and so long as it is His will that I shall linger among you I am content. I love this beautiful world in all its aspects. In Spring, when the flowers bloom and the air is laden with perfume, or in Summer with its fields of waving grain, or when Autumn comes and the distant hills put on their tawny robes, or when Winter rains come down with the promise of a resurrection and a new life, it is ever beautiful to me. Yet the fast flying years remind me that the sun of my life is sinking low towards the horizon’s verge and the shadows behind grow longer day by day, and I can only stand and wait until the summons comes to call me home, when I trust that with the consciousness that I have not lived entirely in vain, and trusting in Him who rules the world, I shall go to my rest

" ‘Like one who wraps the draperies of his couch About him, and lies down to pleasant dreams.’

"And now it becomes my duty, as well as my pleasure, to hand over to you, Mr. Briggs, as chairman of the Board of Trustees of Hazel Hawkins Memorial Hospital, this deed properly signed and sealed, conveying to you and your successors in office forever this building and the land surrounding it, in trust for the people of San Benito county.

"We give it to you as a. sacred trust, to be used only for the purposes named in the deed of gift, and with the ardent faith that you gentlemen of the present board and your successors will see to it that these doors are never closed against those who need its assistance.

"Whatever may come, I shall trust that you will find some way to keep them open forever."

Mr. Briggs accepted the trust in well-chosen words. He said:

"Mr. T. S. Hawkins:

"On behalf of those whom you have named as trustees, I publicly accept this conveyance and the trust it confers.

"We fully appreciate the honor conferred upon us and the confidence reposed in us by you, and give to you the assurance that the trust you have confided to us will be executed faithfully and earnestly.

"We deem it not inappropriate at this time to extend to you on behalf of the people of this county, and particularly of the town of Hollister, their heartfelt thanks for this, your most generous gift to the public welfare.

"Traverse as you may throughout this Golden State of ours, you will not find a more beautiful city than Hollister. Above are skies as blue as those of Italy, and Nature’s pictures surrounding it are as picturesque as those of far-famed Switzerland; and here, in the midst of this busy little city, the abode of a happy people, you have located this beautiful and substantial memorial gift--a building and location in every way worthy of the best thought and purest intention of any one. We have no doubt that you have given to its construction your hest efforts. The perfection of detail in its construction, and its architectural beauty and surroundings speak forcibly of the anxious consideration given by you to the perfection of this means of relieving distress and perpetuating the memory of the little one who was most dear to you.

"In this community you have resided for almost a lifetime. You have done as much or more than any other in the building up of this city and county. In all enterprises tending to advance the welfare of your people, you have taken a leading part and borne your part of the burdens of life, and now this, the crowning effort of your life work, will be left by you as a monument of your good will to the people among whom you have lived so long.

"He who builds great monuments of industry, and gives employment to many people is to be commended; but he who relieves distress and suffering, and extends the hand of charity, without a thought or desire of recompense, is greater than all others. He who makes soft the pillow of pain and relieves a human being in his last efforts in the struggle of life net only does his part toward humanity in the journey of life, but adds a diadem to the crown he may wear in the life to come.

"We accept the trust and the work you have given us to do, and following the example which you will indicate to us in the management during your lifetime, will endeavor to continue as a source of great good to the public, and as a monument to the pure and loving one whose name it bears:"

The choir then rendered the ‘Slumber Song" by Loehr.

Judge M. T. Dooling then made the address of the day. In eloquence and choice of language the gentleman surpassed every former effort. He had a beautiful theme, and beautifully he handled it. The address stands our conspicuously as a tribute to the founders of the hospital, and as a message to the people of the county. We give it in full:

"The occasion which brings us together here today, my friends, is one which should be of the utmost interest, as it is of the utmost importance, not only to every member of this community, but to every resident of the county as well. For today is opened and dedicated and given over to the public, and as we hope and fondly believe, to a long career of beneficent usefulness, this splendid Memorial Hospital – expressing at once the love of a great heart for an angelic child, and its boundless sympathy for the sufferings of mankind. And, indeed, it is a beautiful thought to dwell upon, that the passing of a little child, whose presence upon earth was as bright and as ephemeral as the sunbeam which she typified, should be the inspiration for a noble benefaction whose power for good is destined to continue through the long series of years that are yet to be. It is a beautiful idea as regards the living – thrice beautiful as regards the dead – that when you and I and all here present, who have borne a share in the struggle of life, shall have passed from view forever, this humane institution will be alleviating the miseries and ministering to the necessities of generations yet unborn – a lasting monument to the memory of a sunny spirit whose young life was a stranger to all the burdens and cares and worries of existence, but whose very presence brought sunshine into the hearts of her kindred, and through this Memorial Hospital will bring sunshine into the lives of many for an unknown period to come. One of the unseen evidences of immortality is the instinctive desire of the human heart to be remembered by those who are left behind. It is this desire which makes the soldier braver, the philanthropist more generous, the adventurer more daring, the wise more learned and the good more just. And this is a universal instinct,

" ‘For who to dumb forgetfulness a prey

This living conscious being e’er resigned,

Left the warm precincts of the cheerful day,

Nor cast one longing, lingering look behind’

On some fond breast the parting soul relies,

Some pious drops the closing eye requires,

E’en from the tomb the voice of Nature cries,

E’en in our ashes live their wonted fires.’

And recognizing this universal and deep-seated instinct the philosophy and religion of every age and clime have conspired to rob of its terrors the gloomy atmosphere of the grave. The funeral pyres of remote antiquity, the lying in state of the royal dead, the sable catafalques of Christian temples, the last salute o’er the grave of the soldier, the silent prayers of sorrowing friends, the garlands, processions, emblems and inscriptions are but the solemn tributes all, by which the heart utters at once its undying regret for the life that is ended, and its immortal prophecy of the life begun. But no monument, no cenotaph, no emblem, no inscription, could supply a more enduring or impressive memorial to the dead – a greater or more lasting inspiration to the living – than this noble structure with its simple tablet which is dedicated here today. And we who are present, and we who participate, should not be content to dedicate this building alone to the high purposes for which it has been destined, but we should also resolve, in some measure at least, to dedicate ourselves and our own energies, to the carrying forward of the great work which is here inaugurated. For the thorough and complete success which should crown this work depends to some extent upon the assistance and good will of the community. Upon each of us at some time or another, must fall the physical ills of life and all of us should appreciate the inestimable blessing of having at our command an institution of this character provided with every modern appliance for the proper care and treatment of the helpless victims of disease and suffering. For no physician or no surgeon can do his best work except amid the conditions such as will surround his patients here. Conditions of cleanliness, of temperature, of ventilation, of isolation, of light, of every requirement in fine for which this building has been specially constructed in accordance with the most approved and modern ideas. All the great essentials of accessibility, of foundation, of structure, of dryness, of arrangement, of ventilation, of warming, of light, of furniture, of water, of disinfection, of everything which the highest medical authorities demand, and which are incapable of procurement in private homes, are here ready for the use of our people, and our highest duty, as well as our more selfish interest, demands that we co-operate with the generous founder of this institution in promoting its benevolent aims and lofty purposes. Here, too, will be a training school for nurses, whom modern science has decreed to be essential to the successful treatment of serious disease. And this is another matter of vital importance to the public, both here and elsewhere. For in the course of time those here trained and instructed in all the requirements of this humane art will be found wherever occasion demands their presence, bending tenderly over the couch of the afflicted, smoothing with gentle hand the pillow of wasting disease, lifting the helpless head of the languid and suffering, allaying the burning thirst of desiccating fever, banishing the grim spectres which affright the distempered imagination, diffusing a grateful coolness about the bed of dreaded pestilence, and encouraging with the well-founded hope of a glory beyond the grave those whom Heaven forbids them to restore in renovated health to a grateful family. And to these ends, with a blessing upon its generous donor, this Memorial Hospital is now formally dedicated, and given over, and launched upon its beneficent career – a fitting monument alike to the noble soul that is still on earth – to the gentle spirit that is already in Heaven."

The choir then sang "The Lonely Rose," by E. Hermes.

Dr. W. F. McNutt of San Francisco then made a brief address. He is an old-time friend of the Hawkins family. It was to his hospital that a special train carried Mr. Hawkins, some years ago, when life was hanging in the balance, and it was due to his skill and care that a precious life was saved for years of usefulness to this community.

"Mr. Chairman, President Hawkins, Ladies and Gentlemen:

"When I received the kind invitation from the secretary of the board of trustees, accompanied by the gracious and urgent letter of President Hawkins to be here with you today on this important and felicitous occasion, I could not deny myself the pleasure. It is a triple pleasure; first, that of visiting again this Eden of our glorious State, this garden of Eden from which I have never heard that your charming daughters of Eve have ever been responsible for the expulsion of a single man. Second, there is always a joy in meeting old and tried friends, and as we travel along the road of life we learn from experience to appreciate more and more the value of friendship, which is a rainbow of hope and promise when the clouds of adversity lower around our homes. Byron said that ‘friendship is love without his wings;’ perhaps it is love without his blinders. And, thirdly, Mr. Chairman, it would be difficult for me to find words to express the happiness it gives me to again take by the hand and to see the kindly face of my old friend, President Hawkins, looking so well, so young, and so joyous, and to find him engaged in this work of love, sympathy, tenderness and compassion; to find him turning aside from the struggles and toil in the accumulation of things material, to cultivate the things spiritual and benevolent and devoting his attention and his means to lessening the miseries, the pains and the sufferings of his fellow citizens. We are too apt to judge a man by what he believes, or thinks he believes, or says he believes; let us adopt that broader and safer humanitarian view which declares ‘that they were judged every man according to their work.’

"The word hospital is suggestive of human sympathy and kindness. Hoopes means host or hospitality. Now, your honored citizen, President Hawkins, is to be host to your sick and lame and destitute. And to entertain those less fortunate of your people and to extend to them his kindly sympathy and hospitality, he has erected this magnificent home. The sentiment, Mr. Chairman, does honor to the man; the hospital is an ornament to your city and will be a lasting blessing to those of your citizens who are overtaken by sickness and disease. Let us not forget that ‘disease oft invades the chastest temperance and punishment the guiltless,’ and that there are worthy poor and worthy sick. We will do well to ever bear in mind the words of one of the greatest poets and humanitarians of any age or country, Bobby Burns: ‘Yet they wha fa in fortunes strife, their fates ye may na censure, for still the important ends of life they equally may answer.’

"The hospital is no new invention of our day or our civilization. The Egyptian, the Hindu, the Greek and the Roman, had their hospitals. Egypt built hospitals for the treatment of her sick over 3000 years ago, and also had her college of physicians. Alexander the Great, long before our civilization, directed ‘that the sick and wounded were to be carefully attended by the erection of medical houses or hospitals, and depots of medicines were established for the sick of both men and animals.’ That the great religious teacher and humanitarian, Gautama Buddha, built asylums for ‘the sick, for the destitute and the the cripple.’ His teachings and his sympathies had a broader foundation than ours. When he went out on his sacrificial mission he said: ‘Therefore ride I not for man alone, but for all things that share our pain and have no hope or wit to ask for hope.’ King Asoka established hospitals throughout his Indian Empire nearly 3000 years ago.

"The evolution of the hospital from what it was to what it is, has been slow. This was for no want of earnestness and devotion to their profession on the part of medical men, but the fault of their education – the lack of scientific knowledge. Until recent years the physician’s education was philosophical and classical, rather than scientific. A knowledge of the classics and philosophy avails but little in the unraveling of the mysteries of the etiology and pathology of disease. It is to science and scientific research that Nature yields her secrets. The progress of scientific knowledge in the past few decades has been marvelous and no branch of science has made more rapid strides than that of medicine. And this vast amount of scientific work and research has been largely done by busy medical men, solely for the interest of truth, and for the love of ameliorating the miseries and suffering of their fellow creatures. The establishment of the modern hospital with its laboratories and scientific apparatus and with its staff of enthusiastic workers has in no small degree contributed to these grand and important results.

"There are always a few misguided, misled, illogical, but well meaning people, calling themselves humanitarians, who are forever making noisy objections to the scientific experimentation of our laboratory experimenters on living animals. The story of our hospital and laboratory devotees to scientific experimentation tells us that not a few human lives, as well as that of animals, have been contributed to that end, that the devastation of tuberculosis, yellow fever, plague, etc., may be stayed. The progress of human medicine and of the hygiene of infectious diseases which occur in man and animals are greatly indebted to laboratory experimentation on living organisms – in fact, it would have been impossible without it. The humanity that has for its object the prevention of epidemic diseases and the relief of pain, suffering and poor health to thousands of human beings of this and future generations is much more kindly than so-called humanity that would prevent pain or death to a few animals. Neither man nor animal can bestow greater love upon his fellows than to lay down his life for them.

"I cannot sit down without congratulating the people of this community in having in their midst a citizen who has conferred this great boon upon them – this beautiful hospital equipped with laboratories and every appliance that modern science provides for the treatment of disease. The modern hospital has become more than a place to treat the sick – it has become a temple of health. In the wards of the modern hospital, physicians and surgeons study the diseases and the treatment of the sick; in laboratories, they study the prevention of disease, which is often far more important to the community. Aye, more, the modern hospital has given us the training school for nurses. The trained nurse has become an essential part of the medical profession. She is a third hand and a third eye, as it were, to the physician and surgeon, and a ministering angel to the pain and anguish-tortured patient.

"From time immemorial, woman has always been our ready help in time of sickness. It is said that Helen of Troy administered to Ulysses and his comrades the ‘sorrow-easing drug,’ whose soothing virtues she learned from Polydamnia, the wife of Thone of Egypt.

"Our philosophy has its limits and our scientists recognize the handwriting on the wall: ‘So far thou shalt go and no further.’ The Providence which deals out mysteries that neither our philosophy nor our science can analyze or fathom sent his messenger of death to little Hazel Hawkins, ere the tender plant put forth its bud, and she joined ‘that choir invisible, whose music is the gladness of the world,’ and out of that sacrificial mystery rises this magnificent temple that is to restore to health and save the lives of hundreds of children yet unborn.

"We are here today to dedicate this hospital to the memory of Hazel Hawkins. It has already been consecrated to its benevolent purposes by her death and by the love and affection of a fond grandfather. It is only for us to leave here with the fixed resolution that we, too, will ever be mindful of those whose burden is too heavy for them to bear, and that we will not by thought, word or deed add one drop to the cup of the endless list of human ills that flesh is heir to.

"President Hawkins, when the place that now knows you shall know you no more forever, your name may be forgotten, that fell destroyer Time may erase it from the memory of mortals, but this monumental expression of your sympathy for your fellow citizens and your love for little Hazel Hawkins will be engraved with an iron pen on the ‘Rock of Ages,’ and the record of the deed will be immortal."

At the close of Dr. McNutt’s address, the venerable Father Closa of San Juan, arrayed in the robes of the Church, gave the benediction. He read the prayer of blessing required by the Church of Rome, and enacted the solemn ceremony of blessing the building with holy water, and dedicating it to the service of mankind.

Then the grand building was thrown open for inspection, and from basement to attic it was thronged with people who in unmeasured terms expressed their appreciation. The hospital has heretofore been described. It only remains to say that visiting physicians consider it one of the most modern and complete in the State of California. It is a monument that will endure forever, and one to which every citizen of San Benito county will point with a thrill of pride.

In the hall is a bronze tablet inscribed:

"THIS BUILDING WAS ERECTED BY
T. S. HAWKINS
IN MEMORY OF HIS BELOVED GRANDCHILD,
HAZEL HAWKINS.
1907"

        In the years since, I have had no reason to regret my work. It has done much good in the community in ameliorating suffering. There is also a training school, where under the care of competent superintendents, a number of noble young women have been and are being trained for the profession of nursing.

        The Board of Trustees, at their first meeting made me manager for life. It has been a daily pleasure to me to visit, and by advice and in other ways, assist in its work.

        Sometimes, we build better than we know. When the hospital had been running about one year, I was taken suddenly very ill, and carried there nearly unconscious. In a few days the surgeons opened the old wound in my side. I was confined to my bed for nearly two months. I am confident if the hospital had not been right at hand, with competent surgeons and nurses, I should not have recovered. I feel I owe my life not only at this time, but at two subsequent times, to the skill of the surgeons and the care of the superintendent and nurses. As long as life lasts, I shall never forget the faithful and loving kindness I have received at all times from everyone connected with the hospital.

        My story is almost finished. It only remains for me to go back a few years and recount something of my more intimate family relations that did not seem to come naturally into the body of my narrative.

        My father died in June 1890 in his eightieth year from the effects of a fall. My mother followed him in 1896 in her eighty-fifth year. We are a long lived family, and it seems to me a remarkable fact that of the seven children, who crossed the plains with my father and mother, fifty-three years ago, I, the oldest, being twenty-four, and my youngest brother, six years of age, all are still alive and in reasonably good health at this writing.

        Of our children T. W. Hawkins was graduated from the Pacific Methodist College and has been for thirty years cashier of the Bank of Hollister. He has been married twice, his first wife, Miss Josephine Montgomery, bore him three children, Elizabeth, the eldest, married John Eggers, a mining engineer, who has been engaged in his profession both in Mexico and California. They have one child, John Eggers, who is my only great grand child. My son’s second daughter, Mabel, married Walter Little, a civil engineer, who is now employed on the new Los Angeles Water Works. Both of these young men are graduates of the University of California. His youngest daughter, Thelma, is a student in her third year at the high school. Several years after the death of his first wife, my son, T. W. Hawkins, married Miss Charlotte Roberts.

        Our second son, Charles N. Hawkins was graduated from the University of the Pacific and afterwards he engaged in merchandise and later in the cattle business. He is at this time manager of the Granger’s Union, a department store, the largest in the county. He is also manager and the largest owner in the Pacheco Cattle Company, president of the Moulton Irrigated Lands Company in Colusa County, and is connected with other enterprises. His wife was Miss Helen Boyns, a daughter of Richard Boyns, who a few years before came to California, from Penzance, England. Their children are, Pearl, the wife of Herbert Schulze, a merchant and land owner of Dixon, California, Thomas B. Hawkins, a student in his junior year at the University of California, and Charles R., a lively boy of ten years.

        Our third son, W. L Hawkins, after his graduation from the University of the Pacific, entered the firm of Eagleson and Company, of San Francisco, wholesale dealers in mens’ furnishing goods. Later on he took a partnership and the company was incorporated The Eagleson, Hawkins Company. After the death of the elder Eagleson, he became manager, which position he still holds. They have stores in San Francisco, Los Angeles and Sacramento. He is also interested in the Pacheco Cattle Company. He was married in 1891 to Hattie Latham, who died in 1893. In 1900 he was again married to Miss Edith Stark, and they have two children, Bradburn, eleven, and Elizabeth, eight years of age.

        Our daughter Kathryn, chose music as a profession, and after several years study in this State, completed her course by two years in Europe. She has been a successful teacher in San Francisco for many years. In 1890 she was married and has one child, a daughter, Marjory Boyns, now nineteen years of age.

        Our youngest son, W. E. Hawkins, died in 1908, having been for a number of years assistant cashier of the Bank of Hollister. He was married in 1890 to Miss Grace Dunshee of San Francisco. Of their two children, Hazel, "Little Sunshine" died in 1902. Their second daughter, Jean, is now eight years of age and with her mother has resided with us since her birth.

        I made it a rule to spend freely for my children’s education, and have given them some assistance in starting in life, yet have always allowed them to use their own reason in the choice of a profession or occupation. I think the success they have achieved proves the soundness of my judgment.

        In conclusion, I will say that I have been a member of the M. E. Church, South, for sixty years, not that this particular branch of the church appealed to me above others, but circumstances have seemed to point to this church as my field of work. My religious views have been very catholic, and grow more so as I advance in years. I could have belonged to any other church just as well.

        Among Methodists, Presbyterians, Episcopalians, Catholics and all other denominations, I have found many good men and women, and number them among my friends. I have come to the conclusion that service and not profession is what our Heavenly Father demands of His children. It seems to me that the thousand silly dogmas that divide Christian people into so many denominations cannot be pleasing in His sight.

        I have been a Sunday-school superintendent for .more than forty years, and if I have been of any use in this capacity I have been more than repaid in having learned to love the children. My best friends have always been years and years younger than myself, and perhaps this has also served in a degree to keep my heart keenly sensitive to the feelings of others.

        The larger part of the time I have been in good health, and able to do a good day’s work in my profession. But the fleeting years admonish me that the time must soon come when these things will no longer interest me, and that I must lay aside the work and let the younger men take up the responsibility that I have carried for so many years. And as I stand now in the twilight of life and retrospect the past, I feel that I surely have been led by a kind Providence all my days in paths I have not known. I have much for which to be thankful.

        There is no one in all the world toward whom I have an unkind thought, and I trust I have the good will of all mankind, and I have been blessed with some kind friends, whose faithful affection has made life worth living and very beautiful.

        As I look out on the unknown before me I hope to go on during whatever days of life remain, doing the right as God gives me to see the right, unafraid and trusting implicitly in the love of my Heavenly Father and the hopes of an immortal life beyond.

        Until the end may I be able to repeat my favorite motto:

I live for those who love me,

For those who know me true;

For the Heaven that smiles above me,

And awaits my coming, too.

For the wrongs that need resistance,

For the right that needs assistance,

For the glory in the distance,

And the good that I can do.

SO HERE ENDS SOME RECOLLECTIONS OF A BUSY LIFE, BEING A SKETCH OF THE LIFE OF MR. T. S. HAWKINS, OF WHICH THREE HUNDRED COPIES HAVE BEEN PRIVATELY PUBLISHED FOR THE AUTHOR BY PAUL ELDER & COMPANY AT THEIR TOMOYE PRESS IN THE CITY OF SAN FRANCISCO, IN THE MONTH OF AUGUST, NINETEEN HUNDRED AND THIRTEEN.

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