I was so excited about the Dickson House being shown on this weekend's Historic Homes of Tacoma Tour (TNT, 4-29).
In the 1940s, my father, Wesley McCrary, worked for Mrs. Dickson maintaining her yard. (He was the foreman at Firth Nursery). She liked my father so well that she asked him if he would mind taking her for a ride in her Cadillac on one Sunday a month, which he did.
When she passed away, she left him one of her desks that was in her hallway. I have that desk today, and it has the lion heads on each side of the desk, just like the posts going up her stairs.
My sister stayed with her the summer before her senior year in high school, and I was in that house many times myself. Back then, it was very dark, and the drapes in the windows blocked off much light. I was glad to see that it has been lightened up a lot.
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Mrs. Dickson had, in her will, to pay my father to put flowers in her and George Dickson's mausoleum every month, which was out on South Tacoma Way. He did just that until he passed away.