Stories told by Lela Finlayson Haymore
Contributor: Chynna67 Created: 1 year ago Updated: 1 year ago
I was born of goodly parents, July 30 1914 Thursday at 3 pm. This may seen odd but I can remember of being born because of the great pressure on my head - I remember it even when I was a child. Then when my babies were born it came back again in my memory. I already had a older brother born the year before.
We lived in Gma & Gmpa Richards home on 211 South University Ave (corner). (This home was torn down in 1978.) We lived in the basement and Gma Richards lived up stairs. Before we moved there I remember going to see Gmpa Richards and he would give us pieces of real maple sugar.
When we were living there, Gmpa Finlayson came to stay with us and all of us had whooping cough and Gmpa Finlayson also got whooping cough and was really sick.
My Father was a carpenter and for a while we lived in McGill Nevada. I rember being car sick going there. Dad built a home on 722 N 2nd East in Provo and we lived there a few years.
Dad bought a small farm in Lakeview just west of Provo by the Provo river. While he was building we lived in a one room shack for the kitchen and two tents serving as bedrooms.
I was born at the Merrill Hospital in Provo, Utah, Thursday, July 30th, 3 pm, the first girl in our family. My brother Earl was born the year before on July 7th. The hospital was just off University Avenue on the corner of 2nd South in Provo. My father was Fredrick Lloyd Finlayson and was born in Payson.
My mother was Aimie Richards Taylor the oldest child of Amelia Richards and Fred Whitaker Taylor. Son of President John Taylor and My mother (Younger than she) was Heber Fred, Julia, Albert, Alice, Helen and twins Ralph and
My mother was born in and my father was born in Payson, Utah.
My Mothers father was a doctor of Medicine and also his Sons Fred and Albert Heber taught at the University of Utah.
Mother went to school in Provo and when she graduated from high school she went to B.Y.U. and got her degree to teach in Home Economics. After which she taught in Heber City, Utah.
My father and mother were married in October 11, 1912. Father was a Carpenter, and we lived in McGill Nevada for a couple of years. Then he built a nice home in Provo at 722 East and 2nd North. When we were getting our bath on a Saturday evening, Earl hurried out to sit on the oven door as we sometimes did when it was warm and the fire was out. My mother had just taken a cake out so the door was very hot and Earl was severely burned from sitting on the door. While we lived there. It was when I can remember my father or mother scolding us for something we had done wrong like not asking to play at the neighbors or staying too long.
When I was about five yrs old my father bought a farm in Lakeview west of Provo, about 30 acres. There was a large pasture bordered by Provo river on the South. Many acres we grew sugar beets, sometimes tomatoes for the cannery or peas. Lots of Potatoes, hay a large garden and grain. There was some apple trees. We had a flowing well and we ran a large Dairy farm so we always had plenty of milk and meat, fruit and vegetables. We raised pigs and chickens and horses for the farm work. We canned or bottled lots of our food.
We first lined in a one room shack where we cooked ate and Mom & Dads bed was there. We had a large square tent for sleeping and a round one. My Mother & Dad were really hard workers.
One night when my folks had gone away for awhile they came home to find our large bull asleep on the step in the front of the shack. After they told us about it, Many nights I had nitemares about it. Also about my grandfather coming to give us our shots for different things. Soon my father had our house built, there was a kitchen, living room bathroom and two bedrooms. As our family grew bigger we were guite crowded for sleeping space. Sometimes three in a double bed. Folks room always had a baby bed. Gmpa Taylor bought a library table and gave us the crate it came in shape of a baby bed. Soon our house was filled with bed bugs from the crate. It took many fumigation to get rid of them. As the family grew my father closed in the back porch with screen and glass to make a room for the older boys to sleep in. It made it easier for them to get up and do chores