Obituary of Nina Jean (Blacker) Dalin

Nina Jean Dalin, formerly of Helena, Montana, passed away September 10, 2020 in Albuquerque, New Mexico, where she has resided for the past 63 years. She was preceded in death by her parents, John David Blacker and Nora Marie (Kieron) Blacker; four siblings, John Dean Blacker, Mary Margaret Williams, Katherine Helen Heaney, and David Lewis Blacker; one son, Randy Carter Dalin; and one granddaughter, Leanne Michelle Lucero.

Nina was born in Oakland, California on March 11, 1929. By October 1935, the family had moved back to Helena when the family’s brick home on 7th Avenue was destroyed in an earthquake. The entire family, as well as Nina’s grandmother and two aunts, moved in with Tom and Babe Hauser on Floweree. By late 1936, the family moved into the house built by Nina’s father located at the corner of 7th and Davis. Sadly, tragedy struck again only a few months later when Nina’s mother Nora died in May of 1937. 

Nina began working as a long distance operator for “Ma Bell” in about 1945 when she was 16 years old. While working the night shift several years later, she met Cid (“Buddy”) Dalin who drove her home in his cab every night. The couple soon married, then moved to Great Falls for a short while, eventually moving to Albuquerque in 1956, where Nina continued working for Ma Bell for another 46 years, retiring in December of 1990.

While still living in Helena, Nina was on the switchboard the night of the Mann Gulch Fire in August 1949, and also remembers putting through a few long distance phone calls for Gary Cooper when he visited Helena in 1949. In Albuquerque, she was one of the first 911 operators and because of her training, was able to save the life of a child after instructing the child’s mother, over the phone, on how to perform mouth-to-mouth resuscitation. Nina received a commendation and write-up in the local paper.

Although she lived most of her 91 years in New Mexico, Nina’s heart was always in Montana (or “God’s Country”, as she called it). She travelled there to visit family and friends nearly every summer, where many happy memories were made on the deck of her sister Katherine’s house, located near downtown on Clarke Street.

Nina’s lifetime hobby was genealogy and she was always ready to share her genealogy “books” which contained years of research on her Montana ancestors. Her paternal grandfather David Lyman Blacker became a successful miner in the Radersburg area, having arrived in Virginia City in the summer of 1864. He went on to achieve success in stock raising, eventually moving the family to Helena in 1883. Her paternal grandmother Ada Cordelia Buchenau was born in 1853 in Kansas and came to the Montana Territory in 1871 as a young bride of 18. Nina’s maternal grandparents, Joseph Kieron of County Monaghan, Ireland, and Catherine Myers of County Galway, Ireland, met and married in Butte in 1899. 

Nina and her sister Katherine shared a love of genealogy, and the two were known as the family storytellers. 

She is survived by two daughters, Lark Marie (Dalin) Robart and Tracey Ann Dalin; two grandchildren, Jacob Dalin Hertz and Lindsay Dalin Hertz; six great grandchildren, including Kara Jane Hertz, Kate Marie Hertz, Jacob Carter Blanton and Wesley James Blanton; numerous nieces and nephews; and many dear friends . . . all of whom remember her fondly, and who will speak her name and tell her stories for generations to come.

The family plans to hold a graveside service in the summer of 2021 at Forestvale Cemetery near where her parents are buried. Details will be shared with family and friends once final arrangements have been made.

© 2020 Copyright by Lark M. Dalin Robart. All rights reserved.

Three funerals and a wedding

On this day in 1952, at 8:30 a.m. on a Saturday morning, my parents Cid H. Dalin Jr. and Nina Jean Blacker were married at St. Mary’s Church in Helena, Montana.

My Dad (25 yrs old) and Mom (23 yrs old) sitting on my Grandmother’s sofa on the evening of Saturday, November 15, 1952.

It was a great day, one that both of them had looked forward to for quite some time.

How do I know? Well, the two of them started a scrapbook several months before they married. And it’s full of all their hopes and wishes for the future.

Lucky me, right?

And I think my favorite part of the scrapbook is all the wonderful ephemera.

Like this Blondie cartoon cut from the August 16, 1952 newspaper . . .

Looks like an inside joke, especially with the reference to “Cabin Cafe”. And of course, I had to look that up. I came across this wonderful picture from 1957 . . .

Photo courtesy of www.helenahistory.org

I can just see my Mom and Dad sitting at a table here, sipping their coffee and laughing about their little joke. If I had to guess, that joke had something to do with my Mom — she drank lots of cream in her coffee, my Dad always had his black.

Next time I’m in Helena, I’ll be sure to locate this building so I can just stand there for a minutes . . . and imagine them going in and out.

Funeral #1

The tone of the happy scrapbook turns a bit sad on the next page, however.


My Dad’s father Cid Dalin Jr. passed away suddenly on July 13, 1952, after having suffered a heart attack only six days earlier. He was only 56 years old.

By all accounts of people that who knew him, he was a fine man. Loving and gentle, with a fun sense of humor. My Mom only knew him for a short while but always told me how sweet he was to her. And my Dad always spoke of his father quite fondly.

You can see in the note my father wrote later that he missed him on the day my parents were married but said he felt his presence.

Cid H. Dalin Sr. circa 1922

Back to premarital bliss

A few more pages of sweet greeting cards and love notes . . .

I love the little note under the “WARNING” card that says “I didn’t scare – I married her”.

. . . and a month-long trip my Mom made to Las Vegas, Nevada with her friend Blanche, designed, she told me on many occasions, to get my Dad to finally propose to her.

And based on the next few pages in the scrapbook, I guess it worked!

The Wedding

The wedding announcement!
The “ring size card”!
And the wedding invitation!

Followed by page after page after page of wedding cards, and two Western Union Telegrams.

Western Union telegrams

Funeral #2

When I was still quite young, I remember the first time I heard the story that is about to follow.

Two days before my parents’ wedding, my Dad’s maternal grandmother, Mary Gertrude (Rumping) Riordan, passed away. She was 74 years old.

Mary Riordan
1878-1952

She had been ill for quite some time so her passing wasn’t entirely unexpected. But she must have planned to attend her grandson’s wedding. I say this because one of the first “wedding card” postings in the scrapbook are a few items labelled, “Grandma Riordan’s things for our gift from her”, followed by this note written by my Dad . . .

“We love you very much Gram. It was the bunk the way things worked out but we know you would have wanted it this way as well as Nina & I did.”

The phrase “we know you would have wanted it this way as well as Nina & I did” is a reference to some difficulties that arose amongst my Grandmother and her sisters.

The details of what happened after Mary’s death between my Grandmother and her sisters is a bit fuzzy. But I can only imagine that it must have been particularly painful for my Dad’s mother. Nonetheless, on Saturday November 15th, she attended her son’s wedding at 8:30 a.m., then hosted the wedding breakfast at her home, then attended her mother’s requiem mass at St. Helena cathedral, followed by the interment at Resurrection Catholic cemetery.

The scrapbook continues on to Christmas, with lots more cards and even a whole page of Christmas gift tags . . .

And then this . . .

Funeral #3

Mom’s older sister Mary was killed in a tragic car accident in California on December 26, 1952. She was only 28 years old.

It was several days before my Mom and her siblings in Montana were notified. The authorities had a difficult time identifying her family until they located my Mom and Dad’s wedding invitation among her belongings. The invitation was mailed to Mary in late October but she never responded.

“Please Come Mary!!” written by my Mom on the outside of the wedding invitation envelope mailed to her sister Mary.

The young man who was driving the car that night wrote to my Mom. They corresponded several times and she kept those letters. She also kept the last letter Mary wrote to their sister Katherine on December 25th, the day before she died, as well as several letters from the man who owned the store just half a block from where the accident occurred.

In one of his letters, he stated that he had “studied seven years for the Priesthood” and, “Not knowing [Mary] was Catholic I told her to pray and I did also of course . . . I’m sure she had time to make an Act of Contrition which I did also, so I think by the Mercy of God and his justice she made herself right with him.”

Mom spoke often about her older sister Mary . . . about the difficulties in her life, some “bad” decisions she’d made . . . but also about what she loved and missed about her. She often described her as a “lost soul” and prayed for her every night. And she said to me on many occasions that she was worried everyone would forget Mary.

But thanks to my Mom, no one will forget about Mary Williams, Cid Dalin Sr., or Mary Riordan.

Thank you, Mom.

Sound familiar?

Excerpts from this article published on 11 October 1918 in The Producers News, Plentywood, Montana, sure sound familiar . . .

Emergency regulations providing for . . . the closing of schools, theaters and places of public amusement and prohibiting public gatherings upon the outbreak of influenza in any Montana community, were promulgated Monday afternoon by Secretary W. F. Cogswell of the state board of health. Governor Stewart and Attorney General Ford approved of the regulations and when a quorum of the state board of health is available, the board will approve the new rules, which are as follows:

Spanish Influenza is hereby declared to be infectious, contagious and communicable and dangerous to public health.

Patients suffering from Spanish influenza shall be isolated as completely as possible until after recovery. They shall [be] prohibited from any public gathering and from traveling on any common carrier.

When treated in hospital wards patients recovering from Spanish influenza should be screened from other patients.

All discharge from nose and mouth of patients should be disinfected at once.

The article continues . . .

Influenza is spread from person to person, the germs being expelled by coughing or sneezing, forceful talking and the like . . . A person having a mild attack himself by give a very severe attack to others.

The surgeon general offered the following advice . . .

Persons afflicted should go home at once and go to bed . . . This will help keep dangerous complications away and prevent the disease from being scattered. No one should be allowed in the same room with the patient.

With regard to medicine and general care of the afflicted individual, the surgeon general advised . . .

Only such medicine should be given as is prescribed by the doctor. It is foolish to ask the druggist to prescribe and may be dangerous to take the so-called ‘safe, sure and harmless’ remedies advertised by patent medicine manufacturers.

If the patient is so situated that he can be attended only by someone who must also look after others in the family, it is advisable that such attendant wear a wrapper, apron, or gown over the ordinary house clothes while in the sick room, and slip this off when leaving to look after others.

Nurses and attendants will do well to guard against breathing in dangerous disease germs by wearing a simple fold of gauze while near the patient.

Source: The producers news. [volume] (Plentywood, Mont.), 11 Oct. 1918. Chronicling America: Historic American Newspapers. Lib. of Congress. <https://chroniclingamerica.loc.gov/lccn/sn85053305/1918-10-11/ed-1/seq-6/>

A sign from Lelia Nina?

As I read Melody Lasalle’s blog post Do Our Ancestors Send Us Signs?, I was reminded how often I hear these types of stories from other family historians. In fact, I have a story of my own. And this story took place quite a long time ago. Almost 40 years!

It’s time to finally get this story down in writing.

August 1980 Trip to Montana

My Mom and I were visiting her childhood home of Helena, Montana. It’s a trek we’ve made many times over the year. Most often in August. Her favorite time to visit. Which has turned out to be my favorite time to visit, too. The weather is usually at its best there in August.

One morning we decided to visit Benton Avenue Cemetery with my Mom’s sister. For some reason, we hadn’t visited that cemetery in a few years. And my Mom and Aunt were having a difficult time finding the graves of their grandfather David Lyman Blacker and his daughter Lelia Nina.

My Mom at Benton Avenue Cemetery | July 2014
photo by Author

Mr. Blacker and his daughter

Lelia Nina died in 1880, during the time the family lived in nearby Radersburg. She was originally buried in the cemetery there but when the family moved to Helena in about 1883, she was reinterred in the new cemetery on Benton Avenue. Later, when her father died in 1911, he was buried right next to her.

As far as we know, David Lyman Blacker never had a gravemarker but Lelia Nina had one, so we were hopeful we could find the graves that day. We knew generally where they were located but the tall grass that summer made it impossible to locate them.

A little research

We finally gave up the search and decided to move on to our next stop, the research library at the Montana Historical Society. As I recall, we had no specific goal in mind. We were just hoping to find anything on the Blacker family.

Helena - Montana Historical Society.jpg
Montana Historical Society | Helena, Montana
Roger Wollstadt from Sarasota, Florida [CC BY-SA 2.0 (https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-sa/2.0)]

Our first discovery was quite a good one. It was a map of Benton Avenue Cemetery, created in the 1960s, that showed the locations of all the graves, along with a list of the names of the people interred there . . . including my great grandfather and his daughter. Before running out the door to head back to the cemetery, we decided to spend a few more minutes to see what else we might find.

Flipping through the card catalog, we came across a reference to an old newspaper clipping regarding the death of the daughter of Mr. and Mrs. David Blacker of Radersburg. I jotted down the date of the article on a small slip of paper and handed it to the clerk behind the counter. She headed off to pull the file and returned a few minutes later looking a bit confused.

“The date you gave me is today’s date,” she said. “Oh, I’m sorry,” I replied. “I’ll go back and get the correct date.”

I headed back to the card catalog, pulled the information, and that’s when I realized that the date of the article was August 11, 1880. And the date we were at the library was August 11, 1980, exactly 100 years to the day from when the article was originally published.

Death announcement of Lelia Nina Blacker
Helena Daily Herald | 11 August 1880

As you might imagine, the three of us were a bit bemused . . . and a little bit shocked. I remember my Aunt, standing just behind me, quickly looked for a chair so she could sit and soak it in.

Back to the cemetery

After a few minutes, we headed out the door and back over to the cemetery where we easily located both graves.

The pictures below were taken several years later, after my Mom and Aunt purchased a grave marker for their grandfather.

Well . . .

I don’t know if our ancestors send us signs. But on that summer day . . . August 11, 1980 . . . we certainly felt that Lelia Nina was trying to get our attention!