My Years With Mrs.
How I met and became an
employee of Mrs. Frank Phillips is an important part of
my life. I was a beautician and worked in the most
popular and prestigious shop in town.
Mrs. Phillips always called
for an operator to come to her home do do her hair and
nails. Her friends recommended she ask for Dora Dean. I
went and we "clicked". That summer she went to
Switzerland with Mr. Phillips and I took a course at
Bartlesville Business College and cataloged the Library
in the Phillips Home on Cherokee Avenue, Bartlesville.
When Mrs. Phillips returned,
my duties changed. I started taking dictation and
typing. I was scared and she was wonderful, most
gracious and very patient. After a few weeks of going
back to my house to type and back to the Phillips home
for a signature, an office was fixed on the third floor
of the home for me.
Then one day we were going
to New York City - we traveled by train. The company
planes and the Phillips family private planes and the
very best pilot available, Billy Parker, were at her
beck and call. She did not want to fly - we traveled by
train and spent the night in train compartments. The
meals in the dining car were wonderful and beautifully
served. The service on those train trips was fit for a
king. Extra special service - maybe because she was Jane
Phillips. We always stayed at the Ambassador Hotel on
Park Avenue. It was a home in New York City year round
and we were there two or three times a year and Mr.
Phillips was there several times a year. A very
important office of Phillips Petroleum Company was in
New York City. Several rooms on the 11th floor of the
Ambassador Hotel were the Phillips home there and
maintained year round.
We traveled by motor car to
the World's Fair in San Francisco. Mrs. Phillips dear
friend Winnie Clark went with us. Mrs. Phillips had a
brother in California. So parts of California were on
the agenda often, however, she really enjoyed her home
and loved being home at 1107 Cherokee Avenue in
From Rosalie Van Straten Laxton
All my family worked for Frank
Phillips in the 30's through the closing of the plant in
Okmulgee, OK. We came to Bartlesville many a time
when I was small BBQs at his park, award
ceremonies and just to visit. I remember saying
"Are we there yet?" so I was very small. How I
loved for Mr. Phillips to pull my red curls. I am
81 years old now and my fondest memories of childhood
were around Phillips 66.