Contributor: ashlin2008 Created: 3 years ago Updated: 3 years ago
I, Calvin Wilson, was born Nov 25 1910. I don't remember too much about father since he died when I was six years old. He sang beautifully. He used to sit with a wooden chair tilted against the wall with one of the children on his lap and sing. He loved children but I don't remember him playing with us very much. He was a serious nature.
Occasionally he went from Wilson Canyon for Hillsdale where we lived, moving back and forth for summer and winter. On one of his trips to Panguitch I asked him to get me a pocket knife. On coming home he said he had been to every store in Panguitch an could not find one. To me that was something wonderful. Not having been to Panguitch, I pictured about three blocks lined with stores and him going in and out of them.
Another picture I have of him was coming from up the Canyon on a horse at a gallop. Reaching our home he hurriedly dismounted and said, "Another cow in the mud". Our cows grazed in the Canyon above the farm and in early spring the swamps were so soft the cows would get stuck in the mud. Then the team was hitched up and they would go up, tie a rope or chain onto the cow's neck and pull her out. As I grew older we boys and sometimes girls would herd the cows to keep them out of the mud.
Often my brother, Don, and I went with the cows in the morning. They were brought home, about one mile, every night. At noon we would climb up on an old building there and watch for Rulon, who was about two year as older than me to come with our lunch. We could hear him shout way down the road and we shouted back and forth until he got there.
There were gooseberries and currants in the Canyon and we ate them, climbed the hills and many things until time to bring the cattle home at night. There is a big old tree just above our present fence we called the "Old swing tree". July 24th it became the custom of the people from Hillsdale to all come up. The 24th was celebrated under that tree. A swing was put up and a big dinner spread under the tree. A good time was had by all.
In the Spring of 1980 when the lumber Co. in Panguitch cut the timber on both sides of the Canyon and up in it, I suggested to the boss of the cutters that they leave that tree since it held so many fond memories. I was a bit surprised and much pleased when they did it. Now in Aug of 1982, it still stands.
I went to school in a one room school house which was the church house. Eight grades all in one small room. Often in the fall of the year five or six of us would walk from the Canyon to Hillsdale to school and back at night--a little over 2 miles.
When Father died, in 1916, Mother was left with nine children. The oldest, Eunice twenty years old, the youngest, Leora, was 3 years old.
I remember Mother maybe best for her reading. She read almost everything around. She read aloud to the family a lot. I doubt if Mother ever came on a word she did not know that she didn't go right and look it up in the dictionary. She had a wonderful command of words.
I don't know now if she ever spanked me. She did switch mylegs gently one time when I ran away to the neighbors.
Later on when we were big enough to know better, Rulon and I deliberately disobeyed her. We went to Hillsdale one night when we should be going to bed (we slept outside) only to find the young folks from there had come up to the Canyon. When we got back we went into Mother. She in great love and kindness, said something like, "Well, maybe you have learned something from this. You may go on out and join the party." It was a bonfire just up on the hill from the house.
Mother always had a good garden. It was necessary to raise most of our food. Money was scarce. She canned lots of vegetables. As we lived close to the hills and trees she was always picking up sticks for wood. Of course, all our heat was from wood fires.
End of what I have on Calvin. It appears that he and his wife never had children, and therefore no one was likely to add any memories for him. I am a distant relative of his, but I thought he deserved to be honored because for years, he took care of the cemetery at Hillsdale out of the honor and respect he felt for his great fore bearers that are buried there. It was his way of honoring them, so now I choose to honor him but adding this bit about his life.