The Capps family mainly made their living with their band. They were kind of nomads, here today gone tomorrow to fresh pastures — mainly Phoenix area. Capps had a brother living in New Plymouth, and that seemed to bring them back to New Plymouth when not performing somewhere on an extended stay. They played all over Treasure Valley with my Aunt Fannie. Dancing at out of town dance halls was common back then. Like the little pub at Hamilton Corners.
About every four square miles you could find these small pubs/dance halls. Was a big one, one mile west of New Plymouth on HWY 30 called Ranch Club until mid 40s, when they cut it in half and moved it over to Nampa area — where I heard it was moved yet again.
Most of these small dance pubs had a bar, of course. Bars have a tendency to be frequented by unruly types. That did in the Ranch Club and forced its emmigration to Nampa. But, by that time (~1943) most NP churches had their own buildings, many of which had a recreation basement or addition, where the congregation could dance or recreate.
Because they were not here all the time, the Capps did not buy property, but simply rented it. Most of the time that was old river community like Falk because there were a number of old rental houses and property out there–and was cheaper than in town. They knew all the “river clans” and all the folks around Hamilton Corner.
When Bill Godschalx inherited the west corner, he built the station and the small cafe. It was never the property of old man Godschalx. Before it was Hamilton’s Corner it had been Godshalx Corner. The Capps were so friendly with the Hamilton Corner folks that Gladys knew and married Collin Whadford who had grown up there on the old French-Whadford-Limbaugh place. They were inseparable all thru high school.
In 1942, Capps were renting out by Falk on a farm. While there they put in garden crops. The kids were very active, so were all over whatever place they were living. At Falk they swam in river, in canal, explored all the local hills, and interesting places. The Capps were a happy clan, moving didn’t seem at all a bother to them. All the kids were outgoing and fun to be around. Because of their frequent travels, all three girls were in same class in school.
The Capps girls were well known as tomboys — they could keep up with anyone. Not one a shrinking violet — very impressive girls. Capps always dreamed of making it in the movies. So he tried all the western movie companies.
Gladys said they did once get a spot in a Roy Rogers film–but you had to be quick to spot them over in the background! Gladys had a relative that was a brand inspector in Jordan Valley in 1840 — back then that sort of job got you shot at occasionally. That inspired Gladys to write her own story. When I last talked to Gladys she had just gotten a computer in order to write her story. I never found out how it turned out.
The Capps knew the Petersons very well (old river clan), i.e. Adeline Peterson Bently, that lived on Emmett Bench. She has kept tract of Curt Peterson a classmate of mine — who became financial manager in Lewiston.
This photo is Ruby Capps climbing over Falk cemetary fence, not too far from place they were renting at the time. The Capps girls always wore cowboy boots.