Mills-Martin Family Records - Person Sheet
Mills-Martin Family Records - Person Sheet
NameLoyd Hamilton WILBUR III 
6097
6097Birth2 May 1945, Yuba City, Sutter, California8461,8460, age 21 at first marriage,8635
Death12 Jan 2026, Buffalo, Erie, New York8635,8612, date only Age: 80
FatherLoyd Hamilton WILBUR Jr. (1912-1998)
MotherNora Mae BUSBY (1915-1984)
Individual Notes
• My dad (also a Loyd Hamilton Wilbur - the third) and stepmom have done quite a lot research into our genealogy, but we haven’t sat down and gone through it together yet. They may know what I’m asking you - my next email is to them.:)
Can you help me see how the Carlisle/Wilbur families are linked? I’m trying to see how our family ended up in Northern California. The Wilburs have had quite a presence for many years in Yuba City and Sutter County, and my big question is when they first got there.7316
• Can I tell you about my dad? He was an adventurer. He grew up in Yuba City, California. His mom was from Arkansas and dad was a fifth generation California farmer - prunes and walnuts. He loved ham radio from when he was little - as long as I can remember he was soldering or tinkering or building crooked bookshelves or one year, for me, a rabbit hutch. He thought the world was amazing and wonderful and exciting and he tried to see it all. He and my stepmom Donna moved to Vermont because they loved the Bob Newhart show where they owned an inn in Vermont? Seriously - they just researched and then went for it. They loved it til the cold got to them, and they moved to Arizona after that, where they lived for a few years. By then I had married (my third marriage, I did nothing right as a young woman) and my English husband and I were living in Toronto, or maybe Oakville by then. My dad and stepmom loved Canada and visited often, and they loved upstate NY. So after a few years of coming up to see us they moved near Buffalo, NY.
My dad taught me that singing is more important than how good you are at it, and that anyone can whistle if they try enough and keep practicing. He taught me that everything that can go wrong, will, and “none of it matters!” He taught me how to tell a prune tree from a peach from an almond, and why they put those white bands on young trees in the orchards. He taught me Hank Williams and the Carter Family and that actually ALL food is edible, and that laughter is never a bad thing. He taught me to love trees, and everything in nature. He taught me that you should treat everything in life like an adventure, and he was right, and its advice that has carried me even through challenging times.8613
Can you help me see how the Carlisle/Wilbur families are linked? I’m trying to see how our family ended up in Northern California. The Wilburs have had quite a presence for many years in Yuba City and Sutter County, and my big question is when they first got there.7316
• Can I tell you about my dad? He was an adventurer. He grew up in Yuba City, California. His mom was from Arkansas and dad was a fifth generation California farmer - prunes and walnuts. He loved ham radio from when he was little - as long as I can remember he was soldering or tinkering or building crooked bookshelves or one year, for me, a rabbit hutch. He thought the world was amazing and wonderful and exciting and he tried to see it all. He and my stepmom Donna moved to Vermont because they loved the Bob Newhart show where they owned an inn in Vermont? Seriously - they just researched and then went for it. They loved it til the cold got to them, and they moved to Arizona after that, where they lived for a few years. By then I had married (my third marriage, I did nothing right as a young woman) and my English husband and I were living in Toronto, or maybe Oakville by then. My dad and stepmom loved Canada and visited often, and they loved upstate NY. So after a few years of coming up to see us they moved near Buffalo, NY.
My dad taught me that singing is more important than how good you are at it, and that anyone can whistle if they try enough and keep practicing. He taught me that everything that can go wrong, will, and “none of it matters!” He taught me how to tell a prune tree from a peach from an almond, and why they put those white bands on young trees in the orchards. He taught me Hank Williams and the Carter Family and that actually ALL food is edible, and that laughter is never a bad thing. He taught me to love trees, and everything in nature. He taught me that you should treat everything in life like an adventure, and he was right, and its advice that has carried me even through challenging times.8613
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