Lafayette Peter Jensen History
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Lafayette Peter Jensen
I was born in Heber City, Utah. I was three years old (1881) when I went to Salt Lake City on a sleigh. We camped at Park City on the way in a dugout. We lived on a farm in a one room house just out of Midway. When I was four I went to the sawmill with Jacobson, my cousin, where Jacobson got his hand cut off. We left there when I was six (1884) and came to Castle Valley. We lost our only cow in Whitmore. We called the mill “the Molasses Mill”. I went to the mill all the time with Sarah Nielson. We were hoeing up the hill one day when she said that there was a wild cat coming, but when I found out what the matter was she just wanted to carry the molasses up the hill. I was over in the pasture herding a cow we just bought and Sarah came over and we heard a morning dove cooing. She said it was some foreign animal coming after us, so I jumped up and started running. Soon we found our what was making that noise and she never did anything after that to scare me. That winter all the neighbor men and grandpa went to Cedar Mountain and got a wagon full of deer and divided them up among all the men.
When I was seven years old (1885), I remember there was a Santa Claus. We were all up at Jacobson’s. Jacobson went out to feed the horses and while he was gone Santa Claus came in and started putting things around the tree. He put candy on the tree and he was going to help eat it, too, but my aunt caught him by the neck and put him outside. Soon after, Jacobson came in. OH! He missed Santa Claus.
When I was eight (1886), we went up the canyon to eat lunch at the Forks. After we ate, Minnie, my sister, and I went up the mountain. We were standing by a rock as big as a house. When we looked under it we saw three bears. We ran all the way back to camp and told dad. We jumped in our wagon and started for home. They were badgers, but we called them bears at the time. Al Collard, Al Guyman and Otson were the only ones in Huntington that had a team of horses that could go over the mountain after flour. The next year Chris Otson got a mill built in Huntington.
When I was sixteen (1894), I was working on the north ditch when someone set the brush on fire and it caught on one of the Otson’s beehives and burned it. Dave Sherman did it, but he blamed it on Walt Jensen. So one day when we were going up to the Otson’s for melons, Walt Jensen, Jacobson and myself hid Walt down in the bushes and went up to get the melons. We were going along the ditch banks when we came to Otson and Dee Sherman. They had a gun and he told us to go up to the house and he would be up there in a minute. He was going to find a woodpecker. Soon he came back with Walt and he gave us all the melons we could eat and one a piece to take home to our dads.
When I was eighteen years old (1896)s herding sheep out on the bench, which I had done for twelve years. When I was nineteen, I was herding them for Jim Gordin. Then we left Huntington in 1897 and went to Santa Fe, Sanpete County. I worked at all kinds of jobs there; herding sheep, farming, cutting lumber. In 1901,we went to Minnesota. That’s where I met Mama on the 4th of July at a neighborhood dance. I worked section work and farming in the summer time and logging in the winter until 1904. We were married March 7, 1904. We went to North Dakota in 1904 and worked in the harvest fields. (Probably during the summer of 1905.) In 1905, (Actually December 1904) the baby was born and I went to Canada and farmed. Then we left the prairie and came back to the mines. I worked from a musker to a foreman. But I was a machine man and timber man, shift boss and then foreman. But it took me five years to do it in. From there we moved back to Castle Valley. At 21 (1899), I worked in the coal mine in Rollapp. In 1926, I worked in Watis. Then we moved to Hiawatha to work. I worked there until 1936 when I got sick and I haven’t done any work since, only my own farming, milking cows and feeding chickens and pigs. I was operated on in 1944 in the Salt Lake hospital. I went to hospital on the 14th of June and have been under doctor’s care ever since 1944. My wife has been the best doctor. She has been nice to me all my life. They took my old age pension away from me. So, unless I sign my house and lot over to them it will be theirs. I won’t, so I won’t get it anymore.
(Lafe died on the 4th of July 1957. He and Christina had moved out of their house and down into a little two room house and let Melvin and Margaret have their house and farm.)
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