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Foster Curry on the right, with his wife, his mother, Jennie Foster Curry, is seated with the couple's two children.

The Life of Foster Curry -  a man maligned

Foster Curry at Camp Curry about 12

When David Curry died on April 30, 1917, his son Foster had been involved in the management of Camp Curry since he was a young boy and was raised to take over from his father.  So how did it come about that all of the Currys active in management displaced by Donald Tressider?  

Foster's later experience with the operation at Mt. Baldy showed he was a highly functional person and, additionally, it was he with his mother who were invested in the work.  Both Curry daughters had gone away to college and left the company to the active management of their brother, mother and father.  

David Curry had kicked Tresidder out of Camp Curry for taking Mary to the top of Half Dome.  We know that.  But what we do not know is if there were other causes for his dislike of the young man who had appeared and suddenly begun romancing Mary, a quiet girl who was well known to be the very shy daughter of a major concessionaire in Yosemite.  

Foster was raised to become the manager of Camp Curry and was his father's understudy from at least 1908.  His focus was improving the services provided and not inclined to wasting time in frivolous  behvior.  Yet Mather was able to have him expelled from the Valley and install Don Tresidder as President.  The newspaper articles appearing at the time tell the real history.  SEE the Paper TRAIL

Below is the link to an article about Mt. Baldy and the persistence Foster showed in bringing it into existence with the help of his life.  You will also read articles from contemporary papers on how Foster was managing Camp Curry before he was forced out in a plan which would covertly continue the self-dealing Mather had begun in 1915.  

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Foster Curry at Mt. Baldy

When Earth's Last Picture is Painted
by Rudyard Kipling

When Earth's last picture is painted and the tubes are twisted and dried,
When the oldest colours have faded, and the youngest critic has died,
We shall rest, and faith, we shall need it - lie down for an aeon or two,
Till the Master of All Good Workmen Shall put us to work anew.

And those that were good shall be happy: they shall sit in a golden chair;
They shall splash at a ten-league canvas with brushes of comet's hair.
They shall find real saints to draw from - Magdalene, Peter, and Paul;
They shall work for an age at a sitting and never be tired at all!

And only the Master shall praise us, and only the Master shall blame;
And no one will work for the money, and no one will work for the fame,
But each for the joy of the working, and each, in his separate star,
Shall draw the Thing as he sees It for the God of Things as They are!