He married Myrtle Chase in 1916.\u00a0 Their Daughter Eileen Evelyn Bradshaw was born April 22nd<\/sup>, 1918 in Alamosa, CO.<\/p>\n His 1918 draft card showed him living in Alamosa, CO married to Myrtle.\u00a0 The occupation listed was \u201cTraveling Salesman for the W.C. Nevin Candy Company\u201d.<\/p>\n Sometime later, Richard and Myrtle Divorced.\u00a0 Richard lost contact with Myrtle and Eileen.<\/p>\n Richard stayed in contact with his brother William\u00a0 (Billy), who lived in Nevada, Colorado, and finally San Francisco, CA.\u00a0 Richard is the only one of Billy\u2019s siblings mentioned in his\u00a0\u00a01927 obituary.<\/a><\/strong><\/p>\n The 1930 Federal Census shows Richard living in San Francisco, CA.\u00a0 By that time he was Married to Edna (Cresswell) .\u00a0 He was working as a Sales Manager in the Ice Cream business.<\/p>\n In 1933, the Oakland, CA City Directory shows Richard and Edna living at 4801 Melrose Avenue.\u00a0 His occupation is listed as Manager at the Samarkand Ice Cream Company.<\/p>\n In August, 1938, he attended a family reunion in Chateaugay NY.\u00a0 He brought Edna, and his niece Leona Bradshaw Cannon (daughter of his brother Billy).\u00a0 \u00a0Click here<\/strong><\/a>\u00a0for a link to the article in the August 19th<\/sup>\u00a0, 1938 edition of the Chateaugay Record.<\/p>\n \u00a0<\/strong>This picture\u00a0was taken on the front porch of the family farm during the reunion.\u00a0 Richard is in the front, third from the left. They\u2019re a grim-looking bunch for the most part.\u00a0 My dad (age ten or so, first boy on the right) is probably scowling because he and this brothers and father had to sleep in the hayloft. \u00a0Getting hay in your knickers is no fun. \u00a0Richard, squinting at the camera is the only one displaying even the slightest bit of amusement.<\/p>\n His 1942 draft registration card shows him living with Edna at 1700 Fremont Way, Oakland.\u00a0 He was running two taverns in Oakland, both named Brad\u2019s. One was at 4900 Bond St.\u00a0 The other was at 2045 Hopkins Place (now in Berkeley).\u00a0 The Bond St. Brad’s was at the intersection with Bancroft Ave. which formed a small triangular wedge of land and the tavern occupied the entire wedge.\u00a0 Richard once advertised by buying an entry in the Guinness Book of World Records stating that Brad’s was the only tavern in the world occupying an entire city block.\u00a0 The Hopkins Place Brad’s was also on a small triangular wedge of land, but it was a little bigger and had some parking.<\/p>\n Richard reconnected with his daughter Eileen when s<\/span>h<\/strong>e was in her twenties.<\/span><\/strong><\/span><\/a>\u00a0 <\/span><\/strong>They remained close for the rest of his life.<\/p>\n In 1992 I corresponded with Richard (Brad\u2019s) daughter Eileen Bradshaw Juracich.\u00a0\u00a0 According to Eileen, her father\u2026<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n “Had a wonderful Irish sense of humor.\u00a0 Loved to be with people.\u00a0 In one of his taverns, named \u201cBrad\u2019s\u201d, the baseball legend Billy Martin was a frequent visitor.\u00a0 Edna and Dad sponsored a Sunday bus to the Oakland baseball games.\u00a0 In their other tavern, movies of their guests were taken Wednesday night and shown to standing room only audiences on Saturday nights.\u00a0 They had a Summer Cottage in Almaden, CA where he was the unofficial \u201cMayor\u201d on Almaden day.”<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n I recently had the opportunity to talk to Jerry Juracich, Eileen\u2019s son and Richard\u2019s grandson.\u00a0\u00a0 He sent along the following recollections:<\/p>\n “Grandpa kept a trailer house in our back yard in Mountain View.\u00a0 Sometimes he\u2019d hook up the trailer and go on trips.\u00a0 He told me Mercy Hot Springs was a fun place.\u00a0 This is about 100 miles from us, so I visited it once in about 1995.\u00a0 Not much there other than some geyser springs \u2013 Oh well.\u00a0 He told me about going to New Orleans and Havana, Cuba.\u00a0 I\u2019ve been to New Orleans a few times and it is fun!\u00a0 I\u2019ve never been to Havana.<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n We lived on an apricot and cherry ranch with a long gravel driveway and we often had 3 mean dogs.\u00a0 The dogs would kick up a fuss if a stranger came up to the house.\u00a0 For some reason, when Grandpa Bradshaw visited, the dogs didn\u2019t challenge him.\u00a0 He\u2019d tell them to stop smelling and licking and he\u2019d smack them with his tobacco pouch.\u00a0 He\u2019d fallen asleep in his chair in our living room once and I walked in and one of the dogs was sitting beside him licking his arm.\u00a0 He\u2019d smack me with his tobacco pouch too.<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n I remember yelling \u201cGrandpa\u2019s here.\u201d Living on an apricot and cherry ranch was pretty boring, so when Grandpa showed up it was a big deal.\u00a0 He\u2019d bring candy and gifts and a bottle for my dad and him.\u00a0 Plus, I think my mom was a little easier on us when he was there.<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n In the winter of 1955\/56 we had severe flooding.\u00a0 The phones to Almaden were out and my mom was worried about how her dad was doing.\u00a0 He lived in a summer cottage named \u201cLa Casita Escondido\u201d that backed up to a creek.\u00a0 My mom and I drove out to \u2018rescue\u2019 grandpa.\u00a0 Near Almaden, the water completely covered the road.\u00a0 It was a great adventure for a 12 year boy.\u00a0 Grandpa lived on the other side of the creek from the main road.\u00a0 There were 2 bridges that could be used to get to Grandpa\u2019s house.\u00a0 The first one was a wooden single track that had already washed out by the time we got there.\u00a0 The second was a cement bridge which is still there, even today.\u00a0 We drove to Grandpa\u2019s house, but he wasn\u2019t there.\u00a0 Then by a stroke of genius or something, mom checked the neighborhood bar\/restaurant.\u00a0 Many of the old guys, including Grandpa were there, smoking and drinking and watching the creek rise from the bar\u2019s back window and generally having a grand time.\u00a0 Grandpa did not want to be rescued, but mom insisted, and he came back with us to Mountain View.<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n Grandpa Bradshaw and I shared a room in my parent\u2019s house in Mountain View, CA where he eventually died.\u00a0 I think he had survived 3 or 4 heart attacks, but not this one.\u00a0 He was buried at the catholic cemetery in Santa Clara, CA on Winchester Blvd.\u201d<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n![\"\"](\"https:\/\/theotherplace.xyz\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/05\/3.jpg\")
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