Leonora Rowena Humpherys

18 Apr 1914 - 19 Jul 1992


Leonora Rowena Humpherys

18 Apr 1914 - 19 Jul 1992
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Leonora Rowena Humpherys

Married: 1 Sep 1961

Orem Cemetery

770 Murdock Canal Trail
Orem, Utah, Utah
United States

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Children: John, William, Duane, Renae, Dalene


June 26, 2011


June 26, 2011

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Trip to Egypt and Israel

Contributor: trishkovach Created: 1 year ago Updated: 1 year ago

NEVER TO BE FORGOTTEN TRIP by Glendon and Rowena Humphreys [sic] First of all our sincere thanks to our Heavenly Father for making it possible to go on this trip and keeping us safe throughout. Of course, we had doubts about going overseas where there is so much terrorism and hatred prevalent but after repeated praying we never got any answer except that it was safe to go. It seems unbelievable we had such a fabulous trip, not quite real. I had heard vaguely about such places as Jerusalem, Sinae [sic] desert, Suez Canal and the Nile River but to see them and learn of their geography and history makes them take on a new meaning. We were in Athens the day before the hijacking and didn't hear of it until a couple of days afterward but of course we had to be safe with all of our family, neighbors and friends praying for us. We didn't experience any hatred and the people we met were kind and helpful. The first day we were in Cairo Glendon fell and broke a few ribs so we had an extra experience that wasn't on our tour. That day we spent at doctors and hospitals and thought we might have to cancel our tour and fly home but after some pain pills and strapped ribs Glendon decided he would continue and do what he could. We didn't have any trouble in the hospital as we had a security guard go with us to do the translating and tell us what to do. Many times he had to sit on the bus or boat while the rest of us were hiking around but the tour group were very helpful about helping us up steps so he wouldn't miss the important things. There was a three hour hiking tour of Jerusalem but he said he was going on it if it killed him. It is hard to condense 7,000 years of civilization into a few pages but I'll try. After an early flight from Cairo to Luxor we boarded the cruise ship Gisa and after getting settled took a horse drawn buggy ride to the temple of Luxor and the ancient avenue of the Sphinxes [sic] and the temple of Karnak. The next day we took a ferry to the west bank of the Nile for a bus ride to the Valley of the Kings. The most interesting thing I saw was King Tutankhamon's [sic] tomb which wasn't discovered until 1922 and so was in perfect condition. The tomb contained his outer coffin and his mummy. We had earlier seen the solid gold mask and inner tomb at the Cairo Museum. The reason it wasn't discovered earlier was that it was under the tomb of Ramses [sic] the sixth and no one thought of looking for it there. When a king descended to the throne he started building his final resting place. Events from his life were carved in the solid stone and when he died work on the tomb was stopped. After placing the mummified body in the tomb the entrance was sealed, rubble deposited in the entrance and covered over with earth and rocks. I don't see how anyone ever discovered them but vandals did most of them. They knew that if there was a hill or pyramid there was apt to be a king buried there and so they vandalized them for their treasures. Egypt is very dirty and most of the people live in poverty but seem happy. They are beautiful people. We cruised down the Nile to Aswan, stopping at night and to view temples along the way. Aswan is a beautiful city and it seemed quite refreshing after all the squalor we had seen along the way. We finished our cruise at Aswan and went to see the old dam and the new one called the high dam. It forms a reservoir which furnishes water and electricity to much of Egypt. This dam has made irrigation possible and on the way back to Cairo we saw some beautiful farm land. We had an all night train ride back to Cairo on what our guide called the "Rock-a bye Express". It was well named because we were rocked to sleep all night and found it quite relaxing. In the valley where they built the dam there were five temples which they thought would have to be covered up with water. The United Nations came to their rescue and one was moved to higher ground on the island of Philae. We had to take a ferry across the reservoir to view this one. In many places we could see the red markings on the rocks so that it could be placed in the exact spot and so it would be in it's original position and likeness. It must have been a tremendous job to move as some of the stones weighted [sic] four and five tons. But of course not like the original when there were no cranes to move them. One temple was given to the United States which I later learned is in back of the Metropolitan Museum in New York. Others were given to various countries and one was moved to Abu Simbel by the joint efforts of forty-eight nations. The entrance to this one is guarded by huge statues of Ramses [sic] II. Inside are carvings of Queen Neffertari. [sic] After landing in Cairo we boarded a bus and started across the Sinai desert where we saw many Bedouin tribes. We crossed the Suez Canal by ferry and came to the Israeli border where we had to pay ten dollars and fifty cents to get out of Egypt. We also had to carry our luggage across the border and change buses. We went thrugh [sic] customs but is [sic] wasn't too difficult. Our guide warned us that if we had more than five hundred dollars on us to let someone else carry it as they would take it away from us. That did not include travelers checks. As soon as we got in Israel the atmosphere changed and our guide told us we could eat the fruits and vegetables and drink the water. Israel is so tiny compared to the places around it I don't see how it has survived and according to the guide it has always been the scene of fighting until now. He said three religious groups live peacefully together, the Jews, Christians and Moslems. Beautiful Mosques and temples have been built over the sights related to Jesus's life. I was so busy seeingg [sic] them I couldn't quite make the connection between them and Jesus's humble birth. On visiting the Sea of Galilee, Jericho and the mount where Jesus preached to and fed the multitude I could feel "I walked today where Jesus walked". You will be interested to know in spite of all the controversy the B.Y.U. study center is still going ahead. It is on a beautiful spot near Mount of Olives. There is so much building going on in Jerusalem our guide says the national bird is the crane and they are all over. He said most people are in favor of building except for a few fanatics. It is huge. And so we boarded the plane and after a 30 hour day arrived home where I am now busy reading the New Testament with renewed meaning. Glendon and Rowena Humpherys


Contributor: trishkovach Created: 1 year ago Updated: 1 year ago

LIFE SKETCH OF LEONORA ROWENA STEMMONS HUMPHERYS Written by herself circa 1990 I was born 18 Apr 1914 at Goshen Idaho. The third child of Wm Henry Stringham and Leonora Boyes Taylor Stringham. My oldest bro Wm Austin Stringham died at the age of 6 mo of pneumonia in Salt Lake & is buried in the Holladay cemetary. Then James Edward I began school at Upper Presto at the age of 6 and went thru all grades school there. It was a rock school house with 2 rooms and my teacher most of those years was Hannah Vasatka. Three more brothers and a sister were born. Willard Stringham, Wayne Taylor Stringham, Glendon LeMaun Stringham and Mildred Stringham Harrell. My sister was ten years younger than me and I was so happy to have a sister. We all had the usual illnesses. Measles, mumps chicken Pox. We rarely missed school as we were given epsom salts or castor oil if we missed. I went 4 years to Firth High school and much of the time in the winter we had to go by horse & sleigh. After graduating from high school I worked in my dads potato ware house till I went in nurses training at the LDS Hospital in I. F. graduating in 1937. I worked as a graduate nurse most of the time except for a few years after my children were born before they got in school. Married John Daniel Stemmons in SLC Dec 21, 1939. This marriage ended in a divorce and John Stemmons died in 1970. In 1957 went back to nursing and in 1958 went to University of Utah and graduated with a BS in nursing in May 1959. Started teaching obstetrical nursing at Ricks College immediately after graduation and taught there for 7 years during which time I took classes in Remedial Reading. Started Remedial Reading dept at Shelley Jr Hi retired at age 60 because of ill health. I was married to Glendon E Humpherys Sept. 1, 1961 while teaching at Ricks College. Married between semesters so new class wouldn't have trouble with my new name. The sophomores got even with me they called me Stumpherys. Four children at home at time of my marriage. Glen was very good to them. After children all left home we sold our homes in I. F. and moved to a mobile home in Sunrise Vista Mobile Court where we had residence for 14 years. We now go to Provo Utah for the summer. We have 32 grandchildren and 1 great grandchild to keep us busy. Ricks College years - After graduating from University of Utah in 1959, I was teaching at Ricks College. We could take classes tuition free so I took 2 a week. My funnest class was P. E. for teachers. In 1959 women did not wear slacks (unless working outside). Stretch fabrics were not heard of in our neck of the woods, so there was no give to the fabrics. In this class we tried tumbling basket ball, foot ball, calisthenics and baseball. The class was held in the I. F. Junior High and lasted six weeks. We had a very good teacher who next year transferred to B. Y. U. & as far as I know is still teaching there. Can you imagine a group of fat old ladeis trying those in non stretch jeans. In a class of about 40 every night six or seven split their pants out and had to sit out. The class was from 6 - 8 pm. and every night I went home laughing. When I told my family they wanted to know if they could come & watch. They received an emphatic no. One night when we were tumbling my pants separated. I had to sit on the sidelines so could see what was going on. Over in the door way was Glen with son looking over his shoulder really enjoying themselves. I left class early & got them out of there fast. I told them off but they were having too much fun to pay much attention to me. Another memorable class. I was teaching Personal Health to 150 students. I went to a class and was told the best way to teach was give a test & let them see the answers immediately. I tried this & let the students take the answers in another room to check the answers. The learning experience wasn't what I had planned. When they all got 100's I realized they weren't answering the questions just copying the answers. Of course it was expecting too much of young adults. I gave another test and found out which ones really deserved their grades. I did have many students come in and apologize for cheating. Some thought it would affect their grades but some were sincere.

Life of Rowena Stringham Stemmons

Contributor: trishkovach Created: 1 year ago Updated: 1 year ago

LIFE OF ROWENA HUMPHERYS Transcribed 9/16/89 born on a farm that is now a substation - Dad had 160 acres. always felt sorry for my kids because they didn't have what I had - canal to swim in, sand hills to play in, railroad tracks to walk on. When I was 3 - Dad on mission to Northwest - farm rented out. Mom, Willard, James & I went to live with Grandma in an apartment she had in Salt Lake City. Mother worked by taking care of people who were sick. Was alwas [sic] tagging along with my boy cousins. When Dad came home - 5 years - right before 5th birthday. Dad said if she'd [Leonora] be satisfied with a ford car that she could have a victrola, & a folding bed. The farm did better while he was on mission the farm did better than ever. Dad, James, Willard & I got tonsils out. Mom passed out. We rode home on streetcar. During 1918 flu. Everyone had to wear masks. When World War I ended everyone tied on cans, ..., etc. to cars. If anyone lost one, Grandpa got out & tied it to his car. After 5th birth. party came back to Idaho on train. James got flu in Blackfoot, Mom got sick in Shelley, I got sick when we got to Grandma Stringham's. Dad carried me around in his arms & it felt so good. He administered. We all got better. Dad never got it. While on his mission he was around the flu all the time. Everyone would say when someone got the flu "go get that big Mormon Elder." On way to church on Sunday Dad would pick up everybody. People were standing on radiator, running board, etc. Mother was Pres of Primary in Presto When I was 15 so I taught a class but kids to close to my age couldn't handle, became organist, although couldn't play practised a lot & with Lord's help, became pretty adept at playing those songs. Skipped 4th grade - 5th grade easiest. Gaduated [sic] a year earlier from Presto 8th. Went to Firth high school. Lived 3 miles from high school. Rode sleigh in winter (sometimes three months) When I hear snow crunch it always reminds me of Christmas We always went caroling and sleigh runners made that crunching sound. Didn't have many playmates. Family across street with 4 kids all younger. Had a good friend in school. Lived 10 miles away. Couple times a year stayed overnight with each other. When in high school had friend Vivian Pack - very close. She didn't go to high school - she worked. She lived in our ward. Graduated from high school at 16. Went to work in Dad's potatoe house. He was a buyer. First worked as sorter then sack sower. It was very damp & got arthritis in a couple of fingers. Went into nurses training. signed up one year but went next because I really didn't want to go. James & Dad said they would send me to college or on a mission because they didn't want me to go into training, but I didn't want to go either of those either. There was a guy the next farm down, always raised cantaloupes, us kids sneaked over fence to get some. He caught us. The next day he came over & asked for a date. He took me to movie in Shelley & bought me a sack of candy. Next three years he was always after me but I wasn't interested. He was quite a bit older. I finished training during Depression When I first went into training Dad asked me if I needed money, but then he went broke. 1st 3 months on probation - no money from school, 3 months - /year - $5 a month, 2nd year - $6 a month - 3rd year - $7. We had to pay for uniforms, books, etc. One time friend & I went to everyone begging money got 5 cents, bought an ice cream cone & shared it - This was after Dad went broke James & Willard didn't have any money, either When I first went into training I was very nervous around Supervisors One day cleaning thermometers - Supervisor watching, I thought boiling water would really clean them - Took me three months to pay for the ruined tray. In those days always trying to conserve money, no penicillen, puss filled dressings because of all the infections. Had to gather the dressings put in a pail of lysol. The medicine nurse had to wash the dressings by hand before shift was over. The charge nurse had to tally up the syringes to account for all of them at end of shift. One time I couldn't find a syringe & I didn't want to pay for it so I went to lab & took two odd ones - wrapped up & and sterilized to give me time to find the other one. Never found it (lost syringe), but got by for that night shift. During this time Vivian was in beauty school, so got my nails & hair done frequently. We were allowed only one late pass (12:00 a.m.) a week all other times curfew (10:00 p.m.) We could only stay overnight at our parents or in dorm. I used to get my parents to sign pass, then I'd stay at Vivian Pack's, because they (my parents) were out of town. We would swim every morning in Snake river behind hospital. One day a doctor saw us & put a stop to it. Worried about Typhoid. Then I graduated from nursing school. Vivian & I & her sister were walking to town from her home & John came along and gave us ride in his Model T. Then I worked at I. F. Hospital for $60 a month for about 6 months. Jobs were so hard to come by people would work for just board & room. Then I went to Blackfoot & worked for $75 month - 12 hr. shifts. Then went to S. L. C., lived with Elizabeth for a few months. Then I worked at Cottonwood Maternity hospital. In meantime took a job as a cook for rich people. 1st night she wanted a chicken I had never cut one up. The next day we had brains & scrambled eggs. The next day beef stroganoff pretty good. Had a chance to go to Idaho Falls, so took off, May 1939 Saw John again at a dance. Saw each other again everyday for a week or two. Went to work at Cottonwood. John came down frequently or I went up there. We got married 27th Dec. 1939.

Rowena Stringham Humpherys Chronology

Contributor: trishkovach Created: 1 year ago Updated: 1 year ago

12/29/88 OUTLINE HISTORY OF ROWENA STRINGHAM HUMPHERYS Born 18 Apr 1914 in Goshen, Idaho Had tonsils out when 4 had 5th birthday party in Salt Lake before going to Goshen after dad got home from Mission 1919 All got the flu but dad took care of everyone. Started school at Presto 1920 was 1 1/4 miles from home - walked most of time 1922 - mom hurt back when thrown from a runaway horse Hurt head when James turned horse and sleigh too quick and she fell off Baptized when 8 in vat used to dip seed potatoes in Had tonsils out 1924 went to school at Goshen skipped the fourth grade 1928 made primary teacher 1929 made primary organist 1930 made Sunday School secretary 1931 graduated from firth High School. her Mom bought her a dress for $16 1932 started working in potato cellar 1934 began nurses training at LDS Hospital Idaho Falls 1936 Met John for 1st time 1937 graduated from nurses training. Began working at LDS hospital for $60 per month. 1938 Went to Blackfoot Hospital to work. Came to Salt Lake and lived with Elizabeth. Worked at Cottonwood hospital 1939 Married 23 Dec 1940 Worked until May then went to Idaho Falls farmed a place in Ammon 1941 Dec. went to Missouri 1942 Went to California and then back to Idaho 1944 I had tonsils out 1945 Went to Hanford Washington 1946 Moved back to Idaho 1947 hardest winter she ever had 1949 her father died 1951 separated from John sold the Basalt place lived in the basement of Chamberlain place got divorced 1952 moved upstairs in Chamberlain place 1956 she went back to work 1957 Went to work at State Hospital. 1958 came to Salt Lake went to school at U of U 1959 bought a newer car and went to California for Easter vacation. Graduated and went to work at Ricks College where she taught for 7 years 1960 Bought a mobile home and lived on the hill at Ricks Moved trailer back down to I.F. by the river. 1961 Traded trailer for house accross street married Glen Humpherys 1966 left Ricks started remedial reading program at Shelley where she taught for 7 or 8 years. was sick a lot 1974 Retired due to medical problems 1975 Went to Arizona for 1st time for 1 month in a 5th wheeler. 1976 Went to Arizona for 3 mos. Chris died 1977 Bought mobile in Arizona 1978 Bought double wide mobile 1979 Go home in summer fix up apartments 1981 had auto accident 1987 had mastectomy


Contributor: trishkovach Created: 1 year ago Updated: 1 year ago

ROWENA HUMPHERYS LIFE [INCIDENTS] When living on the 160 Acre farm in Presto had a lot of fun. Would walk on the tracks near the farm, climb the sugar beet dump, swim in the canals and go to the sand hills. Dad very seldom raised beets - mostly grain, hay and potatoes. One year the beets had to be thinned and then the beet Co. would come and check them to see if the thinning job passed. It didn't. So we had to do it over again. That was the only year they raised them. We were living in a 5th wheeler trailer. We travelled to Calif. We parked in the temple ground (Oakland). There wasn't any electricity. Mom got up to get a drink and picked up the glass that had Glen's dentures in and drank the fluid before she realized the teeth were in the glass because the teeth hit her in the mouth. She got a flashlight to look at the box of denture cleaner and it said "keep out of reach of children" so mom went to Glen & told him what happened. He didn't seem concerned so Mom got mad & said "Don't you care if I die?" They both got up went to the temple and called poison control who said they didn't think there would be any trouble. One April fool Mom was going to dip some soap in chocolate. She and her mom talked abt which was best to use lye soap or store botten [sic]. They decided Lye soap. She gave some to James who put it in his pocket and would chew on it from time to time - He blistered his mouth so bad, he couldn't eat for a week. One time Aunt Lovina/Uncle John came up & wanted grandma/pa to go to Yellowstone park with them. Mom was abt 12 then. They left her with Aunt Lovina's 4 kids and her brothers & sister. The kids ate green apples and got sick and bawled all night. The parents came home a day early (gone 2 days). Was mom ever glad to see them. In SLC went to town with Aunt Lovina Doug Silver & his wife. Doug asked Ro to drive his car around while he did some business. She had never driven in town before so she made all kinds of mistakes (parking in bus zone, turning from wrong lane etc.) and she would say "oops" when mistake made. Aunt Lovina & Marilyn were laughing so hard they though [sic] Mom was being funny but she wasn't she was scared 1st experience out driving horses: They put her on the wagon to drive the horses while they loaded the hay. Mom drove up the hill to the hay stack. Her mom & dad thought she was going to tip over, but Mom wasn't scared. They wouldn't let her do it again. After md to John, went out to mow hay, the horses were so used to being screamed at, that mom's soft voice just made them turn around and look at her. She got so frustrated that when she got out to clean the bar which cut the hay she left it in gear (a dangerous thing to do). She never had to do that again. During the war when they had a tractor, no one could hire enough help so they traded work with the neighbors. Mom would get the kids ready & take them to her mom's and drive the tractor for abt 6 weeks.


Contributor: trishkovach Created: 1 year ago Updated: 1 year ago

SOME OF MOM AND DAD’S HISTORY When I was 6 months old mom and dad decided to go back to Missouri. They went to Salt Lake. Mom's grandmother Taylor was alive then and I had my picture taken with her. Went to Denver and visited Roy and Alice Cleere. They took them out to dinner to an elite supper club. They liked me and kept waking me up at 2:00 a.m. in the morning to see if my diaper needed changing. At the supper club, dad and mom were dancing. When they came back Aunt Alice was feeding me brandy. Aunt Mildred was with us on the trip. The next day Alice wanted mom and dad to go sightseeing while she took care of me. When they came back Alice had been drinking and said she didn't want anything to happen to my folks but how nice it would be if it did - then she could take care of me. Right after that mom started packing. Dad came in and mom said she was going home so dad locked the door so she couldn't leave. I was still waking up at 2:00 a.m. having gotten in the habit from Roy and Alice but mom couldn't let me cry and wake everyone up. Left for Missouri the next day. We drove right through without stopping. Mom got off on the wrong road which was 300 miles longer. Mom doesn't remember stopping. Mildred was good to help. Had a big trunk, and they kept my clothes there. We went to Uncle Bill's and stayed. They were living at the old homestead. It was so old that they had built the road around it. Dad's cousin Bob1 took us through the Ozarks one day. He was so tall he couldn't stand up in the old house. When they started on the trip they paid 19 cents a gallon for gas in Idaho Falls, when they got to Salt Lake City they paid 17 cents and thought that was cheap - when in Missouri they paid 11 cents per gallon. They stayed a month at Bill's then went to Aunt Mabel's and stayed a month. Mabel had just had a baby. Mabel was a good cook and mom gained weight. They had 2 babies to wash for. This was the first time they had a bedroom by themselves so mom let me cry at night to break any habit of waking up. It took 2 or 3 nights to do it. Tom wanted us to come and stay with him but mom wouldn't until he got rid of the rats and mice in the house. Seven or eight were killed a day. Dad had pneumonia while at Bill's, but didn't go to the hospital. Mom took care of him. Mom thought he had tuberculosis because he had red spots on his cheek. They took him in for some tests but they went away so never went back to see what the results were. It was never supposed to snow there but it did for about an hour while they were at Mabel's. Tom had the place ready in about 3 days. At Bill's the rats would run away with their socks. We had dad's birthday dinner at Mabel's and heard over the radio that Pearl Harbor was bombed. While in Missouri mom wanted to do genealogy so they went to cemeteries, some Aunt, and found out about Bert. Mom spent a lot of time copying. She never heard anyone speak anything bad about his dad and mom. Tom was a very nice person. He was a schoolteacher, but quit and farmed. Tom never married but had lots of women chasing him. He didn't like the ones his age, but did the younger ones. Mildred and he had a crush while there. She was 15, he about 40. 1. REX V. MCPHERSON ROBERT STEMMONS LAW OFFICES MCPHERSON & STEMMONS PHONE 162 MT. VERNON, MO. Februrary 12 1942 Dear Roy & Alice: It is o.k. to sign the deeds. They are merely to correct an error in description of grandfather's old farm. Robert Lee is in College at STC Springfield, Mo. He went through the summer term there, and I intend to send him summer and winter until he can build up as many college credits as possible before he is compelled to go to the army or navy. He has his heart set for the air service. Rex is in California with his regiment. Received a letter from Leanard. Leanard wants some action. He will not be dissappointed. The war looks pretty bad today with the fall of Singapore expected at any moment. John and wife and son visited us in Missouri, and I liked his wife. I believe John was pretty lucky. I am crazy about their baby. He is such a wonderful little fellow. Mabel's baby is growing. It looks like we will all be afoot, and it may be for a hell of a long time. Tom and I sold some cattle, eight fat heifers, they averaged us something over $80.00 per head. We intend to buy some baby beef if we can get it. I do not know whether they will take Tom to the Army or not. He may not pass the physical test. Daddy looked very well two weeks ago. It is well to take a refresher course in nursing. It seems that Doctors and Nurses are needed in the scheme of affairs, but that Lawyers are in that class designated a[s] parasites. If Mr. Roosevelt would make good his threat and drive all of the parasitic vermin out of Washington, D.C. it would look like some of those ghost Colorado mining towns. Yours truly Robert Stemmons That 1935 Ford cost $250.00. We went to Oklahoma after Missouri where dad's mother came from. Dad had a sister Lottie in Oklahoma City. The weather was nice. His half-sister Edna was also there. This was the first time mom knew of her. She was one of the most beautiful women mom had seen. She was born before grandma Stemmons was married. Daniel Zimmerman [her father] wouldn't let her marry the father. Edna was given away several times. When grandma was to marry grandpa he promised that Edna could live with them, but after they were married he wouldn't permit it. Alma never saw her again until grandpa died. Mom got the Zimmerman history from a cousin while there. They were just starting to mobilize for the war. We went through Texas. Gas was 14 cents in Oklahoma and 15 cents in Texas. We started out with a gunny sack full of black walnuts. In Oklahoma everyone would stay up all night but mom had to quit that because she had to get up with me. Edna said that Daniel Zimmerman was a cousin of John Phillip Sousa, she having seen a postcard from Sousa to this effect. In Missouri dad wanted some black walnut lumber for single trees which he fastened under the car to take back home. The only trouble with the car, was someplace in Texas where the wheel came off. So mom and I sat on the side of the road while dad fixed it. All along the way we would see big convoys of army trucks; there was no other traffic other than them and us. While in Oklahoma we wrote to Wayne to see if he could get leave and meet us at Jim's. They also wrote to Leonard to see if he could get off so we could see him. When we got to the California border they wouldn't let us in because the black walnuts weren't hulled so we got a motel and hulled walnuts until midnight. We had 100 pounds of walnuts, the singletree wood, 3 grownups, and a baby in the Ford. We went to Jim's near Los Angeles. When we got there at Jim's house he had it rented and he was living in a small room. The others made room for the four of us. We never did hear from Leonard and Wayne. That night, Wayne and his friend showed up having obtained a pass because of mom's letter. His friend obtained his pass on the same letter. They were going to sleep out in the garage, but the couple renting the house said the Navy wasn't going to sleep out in the garage so room was made for them in the house also. The next morning Leonard came so we thought it was getting overloaded. We left and went to Edna's daughter. Before we got there however, dad found out he didn't have the family pictures given to him so we went back to Jim's and Jim gave them back. We found where Edna's daughter (Ann?) [Fay] lived (she only had one daughter), but no one was home. We went in and made ourselves at home and fixed something to eat hoping all the time that this was the right place. She came home finally. This was the last anyone heard of Jim. This was also the first time mom knew that Leonard and Phyllis were divorced. Ann [Fay] gave us a high chair which we tied on the car and a dog. Dad built a pen for it and tied it on the car. We went back to Idaho and moved into a 2 room house in Ammon. Dad had $500.00 left to farm on (he was a good farmer). They heard of a house down the street that was for sale for $500.00. In Oklahoma I got strep throat. The $500.00 was paid for the house. They also had to pay $7.00 a month to the old man who owned it for as long as he lived. The house was full of bed bugs. Mom saw her mother take an oil can full of gas and pour it around the mop boards, mattress, etc. Mom took a fly spray and sprayed gas all over. The fumes were so thick no one could stay in the house that night. It’s a wonder the house didn't blow up. We didn't get rid of the bed bugs either. We had no money left so mom went back to work at the Sacred Heart hospital. Dad farmed and mom would help when she wasn't working. They hired a baby sitter for me. I was a year old by this time but still kept having sore throats every time the wind blew. Dad told mom not to let me out of her sight because they had pigs and they were supposed to eat little kids. There was also an electric fence out to the side plus a 3 feet deep ditch out in the front. One day mom caught me swinging on the electric fence so she ceased to worry about the fence. The pup that was brought back took turns laying on me and I would lay on it. I was fascinated by the water in front so I would go out and sit on the bridge. Mom therefore wouldn't let me out unless she was with me. One day the ditch had been turned off leaving 6 inches of water in the bottom. Mom was hanging clothes out and I fell in the ditch. Mom thought she would leave me there a minute so I would get scared and wouldn't go near it anymore. After a few minutes she didn't hear me bawling so she rushed out and my head was down in the mud. When she drug me out I looked like a little black person. My mouth and eyes were full of mud. About that time I had my tonsils out. My temperature would go up to 105 or 6 and they couldn't get it down. Dad got a better offer to manage a farm from Mrs Asper about 1 1/2 miles from mom's folks. She had a nice 2 room tenant house that we lived in there. The Stringham's would come and beg to take me home with them, but dad didn't want me to leave. We rented the house in Ammon to a family with 8 kids and then went to manage the farm for Mrs Asper above. Two or three months after the Ammon house was bought mom decided she didn't want to pay the $7.00 per month anymore; not knowing how long the man was going to live. She talked dad into asking the family on how much they would settle for. $90.00 was settled for. Mom was making $90.00 per month at that time, but they paid it all at once. The next day mom picked up the paper and saw that the man was dead. Dad was very angry. When the folks went to the Asper place they rented the house for $7.00 per month. This was in the fall of 1942. We farmed that summer. Mrs Asper sold the place. The folks had a two year lease. She wanted the folks to move and they refused to go. Mom parked the car on a bridge of the small canal in front of the place. I was whining so mom told me to get in the car and we would go see grandma. Mom went to the clothesline to get the basket to put my baby brother in and went out to the car and I wasn't there. Mom ran into the house, around the house and to the sand pile and I wasn't there. Mom was afraid she couldn't find me alone so she screamed for Asper's. When mom knew they heard her she jumped into the canal, and they came running to let the water out. Mom was getting more frantic by the moment. After the water was let out I came through their place bawling. I had walked across the bridge, down the road and back again. Mom was so relieved she didn't even change clothes and we went to grandma's. The Aspers kept asking when we were going to move. The folks said when the lease was up. We never got a copy of the lease. Our lawyer told us Aspers would have to produce it in court so not to worry about it. Dad was supposed to get 1/2 of the harvested potatoes and Aspers the other half. The potatoes weren't sold yet. The folks gave the renters in Ammon notice to move out. Those people (Sorter) had used the house wood to rest their hatchet in every time they used it. They used the mop boards, window frames, etc. for firewood and never paid any rent. When dad sold the potatoes his lawyer told him to keep all of the money because Mrs Asper was breaking the lease. When he sold the potatoes ($500.00) he didn't come home that night and came home the next morning with no money. He couldn't remember what he had done with it. Mom called a Mr. Nelson who had been with him. He said that dad hadn't been drinking that much. So dad asked mom to go to the joint to get the money back or she would go to the police. This she did and the owner gave her $250.00 and said if she came back he would give her more. Mom was glad to get that much but didn't dare go back. Evidently, they had put something in dad's drink because he had been flashing money around and took it from him. The Aspers wanted the folks to move out but the Ammon renters wouldn't move. Because of the war, it was next to impossible to get people to move out if they didn't want to. One afternoon dad went to the Ammon place and took all the doors and windows off. He told the renters if they weren't out the next day, the roof was coming off. The renters hung quilts etc. on the windows and doors but it was too cold so they moved out that night. The folks went over there the next day and it looked so horrible dad wouldn't live there. We went to town and traded the Ammon house for the Chamberlain house. The Chamberlain house was $3750.00 and the folks got $2000.00 for the Ammon house. The people at Chamberlain couldn't find a place either and kept promising to move but [didn't]. Dad decided to go to Hanford, Washington to the atomic energy plant because they were hiring there. So we moved the furniture into the Chamberlain place. After the furniture was moved in mom got a call that her grandmother Taylor died. Mom, grandma, and two kids went on the train to Salt Lake to the funeral and mom stayed in Salt Lake 2 weeks until she was sure dad had gone. Dad said he met every bus for 3 or 4 days before he left to see if mom was on it. We took the bus home which arrived about 1:00 or 2:00 in the morning. The bus driver let us off at Chamberlain and Cliff street. Mom thought she had the key to the house in her purse but it was the wrong key. I stood there crying "I want to go home, this isn't my home, I want to go home". So mom took her suit case out at the street corner light while grandma watched us boys and found the key. This was the first time mom had ever had running water in a house. The next morning mom went to get something to eat. Mom had the city come and turn the water on but it started leaking on the furnace so she turned it off. Mom called every plumber in town and the soonest one could come was 2 weeks so she wasn't very happy about indoor plumbing. I kept wanting a drink and mom kept going down and looking at the leak so she went to a 2nd hand store and borrowed a pipe wrench. She took the fitting off and went up town to buy a new one which no one had. So she took it to someone and had it welded where it was leaking. She put it back on and fixed the leak. Mom was a plumber that day. I got my drink. Next the refrigerator wouldn't work. Mom bought it the year before for $50.00 when she was working. Dad got a job in Washington and started sending money and begging us to come out there. Dad asked mom to buy a trailer. So about 6 months after dad left mom bought a used homemade trailer about 22 feet long for about $160.00 dollars. Mom fixed the trailer and the house and rented the house. Dad came from Washington and with the Ford hauled us and the trailer back to Hanford. He hadn't been drinking all this time but was playing cards one night and someone stabbed him with a knife in the side so he was in the hospital a couple of days. Mom rented the big apartment at Chamberlain for $45.00 per month and $25.00 for the little apartment. The day after we got to Hanford I filled the gas tank with water. It was very hot then, there were no trees or grass and no water in the trailers. What water you used had to be obtained at the bath house. Mom had to go to the store every day because we had no refrigerator and she couldn't carry any more than one days supply, and us boys too. Every day mom swore she wasn't going to the store the next day. There was no candy, cake or anything sweet to buy but you could buy steak for 50 cents a pound. There was a very small branch of the Church there. Mom was the organist because she was the only one who could play. Everyone was very active. Dad was president of the mutual. There were as many as 22 people in our trailer one time. The branch met in the schoolhouse. One night we were having church in the school and there was also a dance in the school. The kids at the dance kept opening our door and kept getting braver each time. Soon they were dashing in and back out. The president of the branch grabbed one of them and booted him in the rear. That night the president of the branch was taken to the police station because he booted the kid. The kids ran through the aisles of the theater chanting that they had put the Mormon leader in jail. The first Sunday dad went to Priesthood meeting and mom went to Sunday School. She didn't realize until almost through that this was a Baptist Sunday School. They had pinned badges and medals on me. There weren't many shopping facilities in Hanford so some of the members invited mom to go shopping with them to Yakima. There was a 14 year old member that mom left us kids with. She also was tending several other children. I got away from her and was found by the police at the post office. I had crossed the busiest street in town alone. She got me back before mom got home. Dad sang a solo in Church once and gave a talk at another time. They saved every other check while there. Mom discovered some of the money was unaccounted for so she told dad that if he wasn't going to save she wasn't either. He showed her a fishing pole holder that he had been saving silver dollars in (it was almost full). They counted $140.00 in it. Mom and dad got along real well while in Hanford but dad wanted to leave so they went down the coast to San Francisco. They parked in a trailer court. Dad went to go to the washroom and didn't return for 3 days. Mom was frantic. She had money but no gas stamps. She called the police but they didn't know anything about him. (When they left Hanford, there were only 7 houses in Richland, Washington - now it’s a big city.) When dad showed up he said he had been playing cards and had been picked up and put in jail. We next went to a place called Indio. While in San Francisco we staid a couple of days with Virginia's grandfather Baldwin. [Wayne Stringham’s wife.] In Indio dad got a job in construction but was fired after 5 days. Dad said because they were on the roof shingling. Someone was supposed to bring shingles to them. While waiting they sat down. The boss came along and saw them sitting down so he fired them. They left Indio and went to Needles where dad tried to get a job on the railroad. He failed the application test the first time. Mom helped him memorize the book for next week. He passed the test next time and was hired. Dad was on a run between Kingman, Arizona and Needles. The Mormons in Needles were very friendly. The only other people that would have anything to do with us were the Negroes. The residents didn't like people who lived in trailers. There were a row of Negroes living behind us. I would run away and they would watch and bring me back. While there, I started to stutter and the kids would tease me which only made it worse. Mom put me to bed one night. I jumped up and got something out of my pocket and went back to bed. When mom went to cover me up I had a dead mouse with me. When we were at Asper's, I (20 months old) was put to bed one night. When mom went in to check on me I was standing in my crib. I had reached over to a package of razor blades from a chest of drawers and chewed them into little pieces and spit them out. I wasn't cut but there was a little bit of frothy blood around my mouth. When we were living in Ammon before I had my tonsils out I had tonsillitis and mom stayed home from work for a week. The next Monday mom went to work. About 9:00 dad called mom and said I was really sick. Mom was on a special case and the doctor said I had better be admitted. I stayed in the hospital for a week. Mom worked from 7:00 a.m. to 3:00 p.m. She stayed the rest of the time with me. Mom didn't step out of the hospital for a whole week. At the end of the week when the doctor said I could go home mom called her parents and they came and got us. I didn't have my tonsils out at this time but shortly after. My grandparents came and got us because they couldn't get a hold of dad. That evening he came and we went to Ammon. While in Needles it got to be 110 degrees in the first of May. They sold the trailer for $500.00 and everyone except dad came back to Idaho to live with mom's folks on the farm. As soon as we got on the farm I stopped stuttering. After the trailer was sold, dad went to work. We went to the bus station but the bus was full. So we spent that day in the park. That night we got on the bus at 11:00 p.m. going toward Las Vegas. When in Las Vegas we couldn't get on the bus going to Utah because it was full. So mom carried us into the bus depot and laid me on the bench so I wouldn't wake up. A drunken woman came in and started talking to mom. Mom finally got tired of it so she walked away. When she got back the woman had taken our blanket and woken us up. We spent the rest of the night walking around the depot. We couldn't get on the 7:00 a.m. bus so at 10:30 they made up a new bus and it was all filled up with Japanese inductees except for us. A Negro man and a woman were also on the bus. She held one of us and mom the other. The bus driver became worried that mom was going to have her baby on the bus so he put her on another one where there was room enough that she didn't have to hold us. Mom also thought she was going to give birth on the bus. We stopped in Salt Lake and stayed at Aunt Lovina's for a week then went to Idaho Falls and lived with Stringhams on the farm. Mom gave them $25.00 per month board and room. Mom went to town to try to get some help for the farming. She only found one man. In leaving town mom got so sick he had to drive the rest of the way. Mom was taken back to the hospital with a temperature of 104 degrees. She was there for a week. Dad came home at this time having quit his job. He had enough money to pay the hospital but no more. (When I was in the hospital and mom had been staying there all week (at Sacred Heart) mom asked the Sister how much she owed. She asked if $17.00 was enough.) After mom got out of the hospital we went back to live at the little apartment at the Chamberlain place. Dad wouldn't let mom work then very much. Dad started working at Clark Concrete (nights). Mom had to keep us quiet in the daytime so he could sleep. She had quite a time. While dad was working on the railroad and before we went to Hanford, Mildred and Sharon [Harrell] stayed with us in the little apartment. When at Hanford we saved enough money to pay for the Chamberlain place. He wanted to save the money but when he saw how much interest they were paying, he paid the house off. While at Clark Concrete dad was supposed to work nights but if something went wrong they would call him in the day time. While there dad went on a binge, took the old Ford and went to Twin Falls and spent all the money he had. He called up and asked mom to send him some money because they had been saving money again. Mom refused. He said he'd sell the car then - mom told him to go ahead. We were without a car for the next 2 or 3 years. Mom wasn't going to let him come back but when he was sober he was so sorry mom would take him back. He continued working for Clark Concrete. Mom saw in the paper one night that there were 2 houses for sale for $500.00 apiece. Mom went to check on it but someone else wanted the house also. However, they had to check with someone. Mom didn't and told them she would take it. She bought the 257 Basalt place. Harold [Harrell] came home from the army and didn't have a place to stay so we were to move to Basalt and Mildred and Harold would rent the little apartment. Mom bought the house right after dad sold the car. The 3 families renting the Basalt place wouldn't move out. It was during the war and you couldn't ask people to move out unless you were going to move in yourself. Mom went to the Rent Ceiling Board to ask them for permission to move there as the renters wouldn't move out. They looked in their records but there were none. The people were told to move out. They didn't move out and dad got fired from Clark Concrete because he tried to start a union there. So he went on another binge. While we were living at Basalt and dad was remodeling, my sister was born. At that time grandma had a ruptured appendix and peritonitis. The doctor said she didn't have a chance in a million of living. She was in the hospital for 6 weeks. Her incision broke open after 3 weeks and her intestines drained out her side. When she came home she came to Basalt to stay because someone had to be there to pack the wound in case it started draining or it would eat her skin up. She stayed with us until a week before my sister was born and then she went home. Grandpa wasn't very well either. About the first of September 1949 grandma called to say grandpa was unconscious. He had been out on his tractor the day before. He was taken to the hospital and given oxygen. And he lived until Tuesday morning. Mildred and mom were taking turns staying with him. Mildred was supposed to stay Monday night but mom wouldn't leave because he was so bad. He kept pulling the oxygen tube out and mom would put it back in. Tuesday morning mom went home to take my brother to his first day of school. While she was gone he pulled the tube out. Before Mildred could get help he died. Mom wanted to have him brought to the house so he was brought to Basalt until he was buried. Grandma stayed at her home on 19th Street after that, one night. She said she could see grandpa in the rocking chair all night so she wouldn't go back again. So she stayed with us off and on most of the time until she died. It was at this time right after grandpa died that her side quit draining. Dad was drinking more so mom filed for a divorce. But then my youngest sister was born and the divorce took place afterwards. Mom saw him one day and he said he wished she would get the divorce over with because it was driving him crazy. Mom told him she was just waiting for him to go to his lawyer. So while dad was drunk, he went to his attorney and told him to get the divorce finished. The next day mom was divorced. He was surprised because he thought they would call him to appear before he was divorced. Mom got all the property. Dad was supposed to get his tools. Dad took them and tried to hock them. They offered him $5 for them. Mom didn't think it fair that she got both houses but he would have lost them through drinking. Mom thought they might go back together again and wanted to protect them. During this time we didn't have enough to eat. They turned the electricity off. For a month all we had to eat was pancakes made from flour, baking powder and water. Mom's friends (two sisters); one brought dinner one night and the other brought dinner the other night. Dad was so embarrassed that he offered to work to pay the electricity off. He worked one day and never went back. Mom sold the Basalt house. She promised the people in the apartment upstairs at Chamberlain that they could live there one year so we moved into the basement. The people that bought the Basalt house wanted a bigger basement so mom paid me and the neighbor kids a nickel a bucket to haul the dirt out. The Chamberlain basement wasn't finished - it didn't have windows or doors and just had a dirt floor. Mom used the Basalt down payment to put windows, door, bathroom and stove in the Chamberlain basement. There we lived for some time. Rhoda Hampton came down and saw how desperate we were and she brought us some groceries. She went to the Bishop and he said why didn't mom go to work. And Rhoda said mom couldn't with a baby. She went to the county and they couldn't help because mom had 2 houses. Rhoda kept going to them until she got us on welfare. The Bishop (John Hatch) kept coming down to say they would fix the basement up but never did anything on it. Dad tore the furnace out that spring so we had no heat. Previously they had bought 2 furnaces from C. C. Andersons - neither was complete. They put one in the Basalt place. C. C. Andersons wouldn't help make them complete. Mom had to ask dad to come and put it in with scrap pieces. Rhoda came and said move upstairs. Mom told her of her promise. Rhoda said it didn't make any difference so we moved upstairs. Mom's father died when we lived at Basalt and grandma came to live with us. She worked in Nielsen's Cannery in Salt Lake in the summer. Grandpa Stringham's Mission: Mom was 3 when he went on a mission. They were living in Salt Lake City in her grandmother's apartment. Her mom took care of sick people to keep her husband on a mission. Mom's grandmother took care of the children (James, Rowena, and Willard). The cousins called Willard, "Ooley". Before her dad left, he took mom down town. Mom asked for every doll she saw. Her dad said "We'll see." Mom took that to mean she would get them. She was real disappointed when she only got one doll for Christmas. In later years mom asked her mother why he went on a mission and she said she wanted him to or he would have been drafted in the army for the war. Mom teased her mother in later years about her lining the kids up to get a spanking and all of them yelling to be the last one. Her mother said she didn't do that but mom vaguely remembered it. While her father was gone, mom remembers going to town on the street cars wearing face masks because of the flu epidemic. Mom remembers the day the war ended - they went to town with her grandfather, James Austin Taylor. All the cars had tin cans, old wash tubs, etc. towing behind. One was lost in the middle of the road so James got out and tied it onto his car. Her father came back in time for mom's 5th birthday. She had a party at grandma Taylor's. When he got back, James, Willard, Rowena and her mom and dad went to town to have their tonsils taken out. Her mom fainted when her dad and the kids had theirs out and her dad had to take care of everybody and get them home on the streetcar. The farm in Idaho had done so well while he was gone that her mom wanted a davenport (a leather couch that made into a bed) and a victrola. He dad said she could have both if she would be satisfied with a Ford car. So they got them all. They went back to Idaho on the train shortly after mom's birthday. Her mom and James contracted the flu on the train. They went to grandma Stringham's in Goshen where mom got the flu. She remembers her dad carrying her around in his arms. She was so sick that it really felt good to have him carry her around. All came down with the flu except her father. He was on a mission to the Northwestern States headquartered in Spokane. Melvin J. Ballard was his mission president. Her dad went to conference one time and Melvin J. Ballard remembered him. While on his mission the flu epidemic started. When people got sick they requested to be taken care of by the big "Mormon Elder" because he was so good. This was while he was in Coeur D' Alene, Idaho. They had a bad flood which he also helped with. He had pictures of houses on their ends and sides. While on his mission he had a donkey made out of lead that the kids played with for years. Supposedly (as the story goes) a donkey pawing its feet uncovered the lead mine at Bunker Hill in Coeur D' Alene. Then when everyone was better, they went back to their little 3 room house that they hadn't lived in for over 2 years. It was 2 miles to go to Church. Mom's dad would pick up everyone on the way and they had as many as 13-17 people hanging on from radiator, dashboards, fenders, etc. The car cost $500.


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B.'s MEMORIES OF DAD AND MOM Chapter 1 Family Background My mother was Leonora Rowena Stringham. Her parents were Leonora May Boyes Taylor and William Henry Stringham. The first thing I remember is going to grandpa's farm and they said watch out for the turkeys because they chase you. I can remember how you could see a long ways there because there wasn't any hills close by. Grandpa Stringham used to always give me a dime. That was pretty good money in those days. It seemed like when anyone was in town they would always drop in and see us. I remember Willard, James, Glen, etc. Mildred and Harold used to come over quite a bit and see how things were. One time Harold told his wife, "You are just like your mother, you haven't got a brain in your head!" The only problem was, grandma was there and got her feelings hurt. Harold realized what he said and tried to make it better, but made it worse and worse. Thanksgivings were always a family time when everyone would get together. There was always quite a bit of helping in the family. They would help mom. I remember Glen and Harold coming over to fix things. As far as skills were concerned, they were usually pretty handy people and able to fix things. They were all pretty good talkers. They enjoy a good story and conversation. The Church was always an important tradition to them. They conveyed that importance to their children, grandchildren, nieces and nephews, etc. Family reunions were a tradition in the family. They seemed to revere their family. My mother was born in Goshen, Idaho 18 April 1914. She grew up mostly in the Goshen, Shelley, Firth area. She really liked dolls and played with them a lot. Even in later life she made dolls out of clay and ceramics. I remember when she used to do ceramics when we were kids. She was a kind and ambitious lady. She didn't like to sit around and was very creative. She was quite a smart person. She used to take us places where we could go sledding, etc., over at Cape Curley Park. We used to call it the "Hill Park" because it had a small hill in the middle. Mom always used to hide her money under the rug at the edge of the room. I found $10 there one time and walked down to "Madsens" and wanted to buy $10 worth of peanuts which were 5 cents a package then. They called home thinking that was a little unusual. They scolded me a little, but grandma and mom thought it was kind of cute. One time mom gave me a used girl's bike for my birthday. It was the one I learned how to ride a bike on. The reason she bought a girl's bike is because she wanted to learn too. One advantage of having a girl's bike is that nobody ever stole your bike. Mom changed quite a bit over the years. She went from someone who was frustrated to someone who enjoyed life. She was a good person. I thought mom's approach to discipline was interesting. I think she was from a more physical discipline environment when she was young. One time she was mad at me for something I did so she took after me and I outran her. She never got physical in her punishment again. After that, she would talk to you. One time I threw a bottle of ink at my brother and made a mess of the carpet. I don't remember getting spanked for that, but I probably got talked to. I remember mom used to like to take us swimming; to Heise, Green Canyon, etc. Mom said the young people used to go to Green Canyon for dances, etc. We also went to some sandhills west of Rexburg to a swimming area. We would go quite often. We went to some of the places down south also. She used to like to take us to back areas also, like Bone, 17-mile Cave, Island Park. She used to take us up to Yellowstone Park and we could see quite a few bears. One time we went to go to Salt Lake and got as far as Pocatello. The divorce was pretty hard for her. She was pretty much a homebody before that and then had to go out and provide for her family. Her graduating from the University of Utah was important to her and a major accomplishment in her life. She loved to be with people and talk. She really valued friendship and had a good heart. She was an ambitious person. She wasn't afraid to start anything, whether remodeling or whatever. I think it was great that when she and grandpa got married that they were able to do things together that mom just dreamed about before. She as well as anybody could be frustrated but she could easily get over it. She had an iron will and could do just about whatever she decided to do. I think of one time how proud she was about her daughters. They looked almost like twins. She dressed them alike and took them downtown and talked about how people admired them. G. Brunt's mother was really sick and mom volunteered to go and help her as a nurse. She helped out for quite a long time. Some "high falutin" ladies from the other side of town came to ask mom to do something. When they left I asked her who they were and mom said, "Oh, they're some rich bitches from the other side of town." One time I was up in the attic and fell through on Andy Konhaufman. Mom told that story a lot. Mom could sniff out a bargain in a store better than anyone I ever knew. If there was a mistake on the tag, or something was way below cost, she would find it. When mom moved into the condo over here, she said it was the nicest place she had ever lived in. One time, when we lived in Salt Lake, we went to Hill Air Base so I could see the airplanes. My sisters were there and they asked me if they could climb up on a tower that was on the base. I was not on the base. I told them, "It's no skin off my back." They took that for a yes and climbed up it. Soon the military police came and chewed mom out pretty good. When mom graduated from college she graduated one night at the U of U and had to be to work to her new job next morning in Idaho Falls. So we drove all night. Mom slept while Aunt Mildred drove. I stayed awake too and talked to Aunt Mildred so she didn't go to sleep. It seems like we was in our old 56 Chevy. I remember when she got a piano and built it into the wall in the basement so that all that stuck out was the keyboard. She put a lot of pressure on herself getting apartments ready to rent. The majority of the people she rented to she treated just like a member of the family. They maintained contact for years after renting from her. I remember being chewed out by her several times. I remember one time, we got a gallon of paint and was bringing it home and it spilled in the 51 Ford. It sure was a mess, but mom handled it pretty smooth and didn't go ballistic over it. I remember how tired mom used to be when she got home from work. She worked all evening and then come home and tend us kids. It was a good thing we had grandma there. I remember one time things were tight for Christmas. We had a hideaway bed in the front room. I was sleeping there and so was J. It was about 11:00 at night, and D. Nisson's dad brought a bunch of Christmas presents. I pretended to be asleep. I do remember when we used to go to the dentist to Vaughn Stosich. I bet we were a charity case. We would go there and he wouldn't deaden our teeth (I think because he was trying to save money) and drill the cavities out. He bragged about how good J.'s teeth were. I think they said J. had the "Stringham" teeth. Dad would get his paycheck and then would go to the bar and drink and gamble it away. Mom got fed up and went to the bar. She chewed out the bar tender and started throwing things around; breaking them. She got some of the money back. They told dad that they didn't want her in there anymore and for him not to come if he couldn't control her. One time mom got some meat stuck in her throat. Grandpa didn't know what to do and mom couldn't talk. She showed him how to do the Heimlich Maneuver which he did and was able to dislodge the meat. June Watson and her son R. lived next door to us on Basalt. She was one of mom's best friends. Mom thought that Andy Konehaufman was spreading rumors about her, but it was June. Mom found out and they had a big to do and parted the ways for a long time. My grandmother used to bug grandpa when he drove. She was a terrible backseat driver. He used to wear those "Big Mac" bib overalls all the time. He always gave us a dime when he would come and visit. My grandma used to like to go to Woolworths and sit at the counter and have a sandwich and a drink. She was quite a proper person. I remember when grandma was staying at Aunt Mildred's and she had an allergic reaction to penicillin. Everyone was giving her a lot of attention because she was so sick, but she was embarrassed by it. It seemed like she was always around and could buoy you up. She was the strength of the family. She was very positive. Mom was away a lot and wasn't as moralistic as grandma. She didn't give us the idea of what was right and wrong as much as grandma did. I also remember how good of a cook she was. She always took care of the Thanksgiving dinner. She always made sure that we got to Church. Mom got more that way as she got older. She loved to be around people and talk to them. She loved to come down to Salt Lake. I remember when she died and I was in the mission field and it was quite a shock to me. There was a foundation across the street from grandpa's basement home that we used to go over and play on. Grandpa was always going to build up on top of the basement home, but never did. Grandma used to complain about his driving. She was a terrible backseat driver. I remember when he died. They brought his body to our Basalt street home. People came and looked at his body and talked with the family. They kind of laid him there in the front window. They had pork roast for dinner then and I didn't like it for years after that because of how it smelled and brought back memories of grandpa laying there. I remember when we went out to his farm and got out of the car and he told me to be careful because of the turkeys. They just wandered around the yard, but they chased me anyway. I remember one time they killed some chickens. They would slit their throats and then they would chase us around and scare the heck out of us. He used to have a Ford tractor that he drove around. He used to let me sit on the fender when he drove it. He used to have the bib overalls on. He kind of had a big belly on him. In their basement home they had a coal burning stove that sure felt good when it was cold. My father was somebody that could work about as hard as anybody you could find. He had many talents, but when pressure would come, he would go off the deep end. Even up to the time he died he still had that struggle and could not avoid the bottle. Even after I was married he was drunk from time to time. It seemed like I remember that he was always trying to overcome his alcoholism. He would get closer to the Church and then drift away. I remember how strong he was. When we were up in the mountains building fence, he took a horseshoe and straightened it out with his hands. One time I was going down town when I was 8/9 and I felt a nickel hit me in the back. I turned around and it was dad who was just coming out of a bar, the "Mint" I think. I think mom and him were separated at the time and he talked with me for a bit. He could sure work. He had this old Ford tractor. He would put us on the wheel guards and let us ride around. I suppose that was pretty dangerous. He was a pretty good landscaper. When I came back from my mission, I stayed with dad and J. I was a little more interested in cleaning up and I cleaned up the front room. He had 100s of empty beer bottles behind the couch. He used to like to watch the Channel 5 news on tv. Dad was real gracious to people. He had a way of coming across as being real kind and thoughtful of other people. I remember when we were working with dad up in the hills. He wanted me to take some fence posts up the hill with the horse. I tried a route that I thought was the best way to go, but it wasn't the way he wanted me to go. He started yelling at me but I couldn't tell what he was saying. When I got there, he was all mad and yelling. I still wasn't sure what the problem was. He got mad and spanked me a little. He took the horse and showed me how I should have gone. I think the horse didn't like that either and it was not long after that that the horse ran away. Dad apologized to me the next day. He said, "I could see that you didn't really know what you were doing." I learned a lot about him when we were up in the mountains. He was a hard worker. He did some poaching of deer up there. One of the Rangers that supervised the fencing that we put in came to eat with us one time and we had deer meat. He commented about that and dad said that it was a deer they got last fall. Dad was a good shot; he was able to get a deer with a 22.1 Dad had an old school bus that he filled with fencing materials. He went to the port of entry and they just waved him through. When he got up to the mountains and got to figuring out what all he had, he thought how lucky he was because he had 2-3 times the legal weight limit. 1. [One time, he was coming up a path with an axe in his hand. A deer was coming the other way. When they met, they were so startled that both froze, until dad threw the axe at the deer and killed it.] One time dad was teaching me how to drive the pickup. We were going along and he said, "Easy on the `fiddle-faddle.'" We were not going very fast so I thought that meant step on the gas which I did. That was on a narrow mountain road with two ruts. He said it again, so I stepped on the gas some more. We were moving pretty good by this time so he said it again and I stepped on the gas some more. I think he finally said stop. He took the wheel after that. We talked about it after and I told him I thought "fiddle-faddle" meant putting on the gas. One time we were staying in a cabin up there. One fellow about our age by the name of G. Montgomery was also there. Dad's step-daughter was also there with a friend. We started talking about bears. The Montgomery guy disappeared and went outside and started scratching the window like a bear would and the girls went hysterical. Dad got up, calmed things down, and told us all to go to bed. I ran into G. Montgomery in London. He was just coming home from his mission to Scotland. Another time we were up above Strawberry. The Fish and Game plane flew over us and we got out willows and acted like we were fishing. The waters were closed there to fishing. About 45 minutes later a Fish and Game vehicle came to investigate and see what we were doing. There was another stream that we could fish in. We caught little brook trout. People that worked for dad had a dutch oven that they heated up and put oil in it. As soon as we caught these fish and cleaned them we put them in and fried them. They were some of the best fish I have eaten. One time one of dad's employees, Gerald, was driving his jeep up a steep incline and the steering wheel came off. He handed it to the guy next to him and asked if he wanted to drive. It about scared the guy to death. When I got back from my mission and came down to Provo, to see dad and J., dad was over at the "Center" across the street. He introduced me to his friends and was playing cards. He was quite a card player. One of the people he introduced me to was Jim Hale. He became a good friend of mine and I spoke at his funeral. Dad told me about the time he had a pet snake. He had it for a while and finally it bit him. He found out later it was a copperhead. One time he and one of his friends showed up drunk at the Center street place. He had been picked up for drunk driving once before, but he was driving his friend's vehicle. I thought he was too drunk to drive and tried to talk him out of it, but he wouldn't listen. He took me through the County Building and showed me where he grew his plants. When he was the janitor at the church house he used to keep the water in the font after baptisms and let us swim in it. After they were divorced, he went to Montana. He came back once and I asked him how come he hadn't kept in contact with us and he said he thought mom had a restraining order against him. He got to be a pretty good hunter and had hound dogs. He said he was a very good athlete in school. When we were kids he used to take us up in the mountains a little. I vaguely remember him taking us up to Bone. I remember a time that R. Mackay and myself were in the backyard playing. A bunch of planes flew over close to the ground, probably about 1946/7, and I thought we were being attacked. When we were little kids J. and I went out to grandpa's farm and they told us to be careful of the turkeys because they would chase us. I think they did chase us and they were bigger than we were it seemed like it to me. I just vaguely remember J. and I being dressed basically the same and people thought we were twins. I remember when we moved to Basalt. Our parents lived by the whip. It was particularly more punitive on dad's part, at least on us older boys. Mom always tried to make sure we were around church or going to church. I don't know that mom's child rearing philosophy was too evident. She wanted us to get the chores done, but she wanted to share activities with us. We went to several hot spring resorts, Heise, Lava Hot Springs, Downetta and Green Canyon. I remember when dad was digging out the basement at Basalt. He brought in a conveyor belt to carry the dirt out of the basement. It seemed like the conveyor belt went on forever. It was tall and I must have been real short. It seemed like such a huge thing. After it was done, I remember that is where we slept at night. When I was young, it was fun to look out the windows. We had the two front rooms, and two back rooms and a bathroom. It probably wasn't very big. It was kind of fun to play in the backyard. It had a little shack in back that we used to play in. This home at 256 Basalt was across the street from B.'s. Next door to the west was a house and then a vacant lot that we played in.


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FAMILY DINNER 27 JUN 1991 (at a Chinese restaurant) 1. [The quality of the recording was very poor. We were also in a section of the restaurant that had a lot of background noise which often made it difficult to hear what was said. Sometimes two or more of us were talking at the same time which also interfered with understanding. Some recorded more clearly than others. The later portions of the recording were even more challenging. For these reasons, much of the recording was not transcribed. Someday, with computer assistance, the quality of the recording could be enhanced.] C.: I don't know, D. you better . . . egg-foo yung and lemon chicken, ham fried rice; that sounds fine to me right there. J.: I guess I better order for D. C.: That's a good idea. There's shrimps and scallops and a love nest, B. B.: Ya I found it. C.: I wonder if D.'s going to show up R.: Oh, I think she'll be here. C.: I hope she didn't have car trouble. J.: Ya, that's what I hope. . . . [I did not type the rest of this kind of conversation, it was very hard to follow. What is transcribed is typical of the rest.] B.: Lets not argue. You know you can only drink on this side of the glass, you can't drink on this side. R.: Well I think you probably could. B.: Ok but when you do you go . . . J.: I remember when E. did that when he was about a year and a half old, . . . it was cold!1 1. [He drank from the top of the opening of the glass instead of the bottom of the opening. Thus the contents drained out down his neck. It was cold and sure took his breath away.] B.: Lets see, was it you and I that was with grandpa? [Glendon E. Humpherys] I know he was changing dollars and a grandpa says, "Anybody got two fives?" He only had a ten. I says, "Well, there's no problem." I tore it in two. You should have seen his face. R.: Did he ever get angry with you when you . . . ? B.: He was pretty . . . R.: That was close. B.: That was close. C.: He would get frustrated, but I never knew him to get . . . R.: He would get angry probably when he was out of control. J.: When he gets under pressure a lot he really he gets angry easy. R.: If he was really upset . . . it wasn't even I think having you there has taken the pressure off of mom of mom's situation. He was upset because he had to pay the taxes and had to get that in . . . he had to a . . . registration and he even S. came to him one night and so sweet and said, "Grandpa, how ya doing?" He started crying and she says, "Grandpa what can I do? What would you like?" He says, "Well, a hogie would sound good." So she went and bought him a couple of hogies. It was so sweet. C.: Ya, that's putting all the pressure on him now with mom [Rowena.] He's got all the medicines. How did she sleep last night? Mom slept better. B.: She was very witty today too. J.: So witty, that you're not expecting it. R.: Some of the stuff she said didn't make sense, but when I questioned her more she was making a very witty joke. C.: What was so funny last night, she would sit on the couch and R. said do you want to lie down? R.: Actually I said, "Do you want to lay?" And she said, "Lay lay lay lay. . . . She said, "I guess I'll lay if I want to." R.: It was kind of funny. B.: Ya it is funny. R.: Yesterday one of the nurses who had been there on Sunday came to the no it was the day before . . . and she said, "Were you ever a nurse Rowena?" And she said, "Ya I was." "Did you teach at Ricks College?" Well, one of the people that worked under . . . had gone through the names: "Rowena Humpherys" you know. She recognized that and so a Connie was there and also Julie who is the health nurse that comes two times a week and also the aide was there. And Julie goes, "Oh, my goodness. I had no idea you were a nurse." Mom goes, "Would it have made any difference?" And Julie goes, "Oh ya, I'd have been a lot more careful." C.: I'd have acted like I knew what I was doing. R.: That's right. She said, "I would have acted like I knew what I was doing." C.: Connie, that person said there couldn't be more than one Rowena Humpherys. Small world. . . . B.: I like these kind of . . . C.: Easier to push away. J.: We may have some entertainment over here. R.: I was going to say, "I think we could get up and entertain." C.: A bunch of clowns I'll tell ya. J.: Oh, you mean that tape that B. while we were getting our pictures taken? I'd like to see that. . . . C.: What you going to get M.? M.: I was thinking of C3 if D. ever shows up. I won't be able to eat it all myself. C.: Oh ya, that's probably fine. J.: That's kind of what I was thinking too. C.: Ya that looks good too. . . . J.: You could get one for two, R. C.: You could get one of those if you didn't want to get one of those. Waitress: Have you all decided? J.: We would like separate tickets please. . . . D.: Yes, we'll take a J.: His wife and my wife aren't here yet. They should be coming soon I hope. D.: number 17, we'll take two of them and I want #32, chicken chow mein and Pepsi for her and I'll just have water. M.: And I'd like, this is a separate ticket, c3 and do you have a, what would she like? Do you have lemonade? Ok, just water. . . . J.: Do you remember the time you and grandpa were up in the Church Office Building and he was on that big long elevator way up to the top and you punched every button. R.: Oh, you did? B.: I punched every button and stepped out and got the express down. Boy it took him a long time to get down there. R.: It was as much a punishment for you as it was for him. J.: He didn't think to get off the elevator either because it stopped at every floor on the way down. D.: It was about thirty minutes for it to get down. B.: Ya, it was a long time. D.: M., have you ever been to Chicago? M.: Ya I have. D.: Did you ever go to the City Building? M.: It was a long time ago. It was about '70 '71 I was there. D.: Boy, that elevator in there you go down you go down four floors to get to the express elevator to the . . . building. And it takes you about a minute and a 54 seconds something like that. And you're going two hundred miles an hour down part of that and it's . . . you can't even tell that you moved it's so smooth. You feel the acceleration initially. J.: Don't your ears pop? D.: Oh ya. They only popped once at either end of it. [laughter] Naw they they hold the pressure but when the door comes open . . . M.: I've been to Chicago three times . . . D.: I think they're shutting down that Great Lakes Business District. B.: It is talked about isn't it? J.: They're doing what? D.: Shutting down the Great Lakes Naval Station. R.: That's one of them on the line to be closed? B.: Ya it's interesting they're closing them . . . so many of R.: Well, there's some in Oregon that need to be closed they're so tiny. J.: They think they're going to close a R.: They wanted to close J.: Uh, Fort Douglas. I think they're going to close that one down. . . . Well that's a that was on the list so it should be B.: No it it was on the there about 5 years ago that they closed it. J.: It's just a reserve D.: They still had a contingency there. J.: I think they'll keep Camp Williams. B.: That's more of a reserve set-up. M.: Camp Williams is a national guard and a J.: Has nothing to do with the federal huh? D.: They're not about to close Fort Riley . . . economy. Fort Riley's really a big fort. C.: Where's that at? D.: That's up by Manhattan; almost straight north and east of there. R.: Makes you wonder who had the clout politically. B.: Ya but what it is that you've got the Democratics I noticed that a lot of the closures were J.: Best way to take a break huh? B.: it got to be political thing D.: They were the ones that spearheaded a lot of that with the big M-1 tanks M.: I hate to make a . . . of it, but they were the ones voting for the closures. You might be taking out in your state and then D.: I just can't believe they didn't scream on them B-1's. Time we used to be in tornado watch or severe weather we flew a lot of our planes out of there. [much missing] We've got eighteen of them. J.: We ought to see their tapes; I don't think you've seen them. Oh have you? C.: Ya, I've seen them. M.: Who hasn't seen them? R.: My reaction is, Kansas? . . . D.: Ya, but you got to remember how big Kansas is and how few places really get hit. R.: I know, but I know what my luck is like. J.: Well you've been there B.: I know people that have had problems there . . . J.: He had a heck of a time. . . . D.: There was a little bumper sticker M. wanted to get one time, it says, "Hi Auntie M" or something like that, "Auntie M, taking Toto," or "Auntie M, taking Toto taking something else, hate you, hate Kansas." B.: Is that right? . . . D.: You did hear about the guy who talked to . . . He says, "Hey, you got any toilet paper over there?" and he says "Well, just enough for me." "You don't have a magazine do you?" . . . "You got any newspaper?" "You got anything over there?" "Just the toilet paper for me." Finally . . . he said, "You got change for a 10?" J.: What's R. doing while you are down here R.? R.: Ya, he has to deliver two newspaper routes by himself and it was raining and he rode K.'s bike. J.: Does K. have a route? R.: Ya, K. does and J. does. . . . J.: J.'s off at camp. R.: Ya, . . . it's about a hundred papers so it's a C.: Oh, that's a lot. R.: So first he said he would try the bike but it was way too far apart for him so he took the suburban but the suburban, you can't get close to it so you have to get out . . . he made the . . . on Monday he says, "I think this is the first time that I've ever been alone since we've been married." At least in our house. He's gone on his road trips but he doesn't consider that the same. This is the first time . . . So we'll see if he likes it or not. J.: How's your dinner? . . . B.: The other night, Mom er, set up with mom until 2:00 in the morning. Went to bed C.: No it was 3:00 B.: Till 2:00 and mom called . . . R.: Well, she'd finally gone to sleep you know that night without going to bed and then called B. and asked for a blessing . . . and then grandpa came in about 5:30 and so I was . . . she was awake the whole time. . . . And then she talked about getting something for her anxiety. . . . She just could not rest. As the evening wears on she gets more . . . Part of it I think she is worried about something . . . One of the things she said, Dr. Shaw would never let her go without any of the medicines and she would . . . Then another time she said, "Well Dr. Shaw only let her have one day's worth of medicine to be divided up to be not to hurt her body." She'd trade all these pills if only her body . . . M.: Well, I think about the only thing you can do is help her. R.: I think at this point you're right. D.: Maintenance is all you can do. C.: . . . keeping her comfortable and B.: I think if she can get through this spell and all this radiation, she's going to be ok; getting back with some normal strength . . . R.: Lookout B., there's . . . J.: Except we have a . . . B., come here I've got something for you to do. B.: That's all right; just another one telling me to do this. J.: Honey do, huh? C.: Sure. I didn't tell you one thing today. I just took the curtain rod, I tried to anyway M.: I wonder if D. had car trouble or something? J.: That's what I was M.: I don't think that she'd ever . . . M.: . . . in American Fork and she said the car wouldn't go over 45 miles an hour. C.: Maybe you ought to call M. and have him send him down. M.: Couldn't M. drive the truck and go look for her? M.: Except I have the keys in my pocket. J.: Well, J. or A. could bring the car down here and get them. C.: Unless she's there finally. B.: She's probably there. C.: Lets hope. R.: Well, if she'd come pretty soon the problem would be . . . J.: We'll have to have a mighty big doggy bag if they don't. M.: . . . twenty minutes to five. R.: Ya. M.: It takes an hour from our house so she should have been there at a she should have been there at a quarter to six. R.: But you know . . . J.: Maybe we ought to call. R.: . . . hard to say, "I'm leaving." She's got a lot of little kids there that might need last minute, you know, something M.: Well she said she was going to . . . . . . C.: I was looking for the flour. This was supposed to be sour. R.: Oh, I found egg here. J.: Spicy isn't it? R.: Ya. J.: Warms your throat. . . . M.: What's your number J.? J.: Huh? M.: Your number? J.: . . . J.: Here they are. C.: Oh, bless . . . we were worried, thought maybe you were stuck on the road somewhere. D. is that . . . D.: Now is this my . . . D.: Bless your heart. . . . R.: Ya, we've been eating. . . . D.: It ran out of water and we're about a mile from Camp Williams and all of the cars are going and I think well, M. has to go this way so we'll just sit and wait until he comes by. He'll see us. So I had this . . . anyway so I there's an old Ensign and I'm reading it and its about Grant Bangerter going to Brazil and his wife was having trouble making the adjustment. She got two kids in diapers and no watcher . . . J.: I would have . . . D.: Did you like that? Well somehow I'm thinking to myself at the end of the story says that you laugh and all of these things might . . . you in the future. So you might as well have fun now. I'm thinking to myself, I'm not . . . So some guy J.: What happened now? D.: Well, it gets cuter. It gets cuter. Some guy is driving up the field and he pulls over this way and he's a National Guard and he says, "Are you ok?" And I says, "Well, I'm out of water." So he pulls around and looks and "Yup, you're out of water." He says, "Well, I'll go get my truck and I'll get some water for you." He's in a truck and I'm thinking, "Oh he must mean that he's going to go into his truck and get some water." And I'm watching him and he . . . D.: Was it a military truck? D.: No, he was in a civilian truck but he couldn't . . . so I said, "Oh so he's filling up the jugs and he's going to bring them back in his truck." Not very long thereafter here comes this great big huge fire engine. . . . It's not one of the little tiny pumper trucks, its its way big and huge. C.: At Camp Williams? D.: Out at Camp Williams. . . . He's a fireman. So he stops and he says, "It's big, huh." He says, "But it works." C.: But it works. Oh, what a fun story. Then you had water for it. J.: Ya, that doesn't . . . maybe a car wash too. D.: But it was funny how he smiled. . . . J.: I'll bet he does this on purpose just to see the look on the people's face. D.: Guess what I forgot? R.: Oh, oh, the money? D.: No, we have some neat things to J.: She forgot the D.: Some wedding paper? . . . J.: This is uh, this is you're getting . . . R.: I never know what I am ordering. I do know ham fried rice. M.: We went to this Chinese place in Seattle and I was with a guy who was Chinese. He was from Hong Kong and he took us to Chinese restaurant where you ordered Chinese . . . He ordered fish, I forget what kind it was . . . with the head still on it and the eyes . . . . . . [much that I didn't transcribe and couldn't understand] SECOND SIDE TAPE 1 R.: Didn't she raise him? J.: Grandma? R.: The grandma Kanal. D.: No, the mother lived there too. R.: Oh, she was a nice lady. J.: She had a secondhand store didn't she or something like that? . . . D.: . . . an uncle that was the pilot was killed, I remember that. M.: I learned a long time ago at Mexican and Chinese restaurants you never ask what kind of meat it is. . . . D.: . . . the adobe house was still there. R.: Oh, remember how cool that house was? J.: What happened after the . . . It's still there isn't it? D.: Yes. J.: I remember coming home one night after everybody had gone to bed for some reason one night and walking in and I could hear those critters [cockroaches] running on the linoleum trying to get away from the they could feel the motion. Oh, they were big. D.: D. was asleep in the restroom or the bathtub R.: Oh, I remember that. D.: See I wasn't there I was sleeping, everybody was . . . I was asleep the whole time. Mom was really D.: Oh, she was chewing me out and I couldn't figure out why she was chewing me out . . . R.: B. broke the window to get in and kicked him in the head. D.: And you were so angry that he'd kicked you in the head. D.: Ya, and then mom was mad at me. I couldn't figure out why cause it just seemed like I'd just got in the bathtub. B. broke the window and I says, "Why are you yelling at me, B. broke the window?" B.: . . . after in our room and he says, "Why was mom so mad?" Do you still sleep that well in the bathtub? [Much was not transcribed. The quality of recording made it very difficult to understand a lot of it.] J.: Oh, it was right after the divorce that she was trying to impress on me how much hardship we were going to have coming ahead. And she opened up the drawer and showed me, "This is all the money we have left." And it was 16 or 17 silver dollars which I would like to have right now. And she said, "That's all the money we have." And it seemed like a lot to me. I really don't remember too much of a hardship after that. Later on you know, we never had money like the kids we went to school with. D.: Do you remember dad coming to the house on Chamberlain when it was raining and cold outside and he come to the door wanting in and mom wouldn't let him and us kids would, "But mom, that's dad out there it's cold and he's wet." She said that was the hardest thing she ever did was lock that door. D.: How old were you then? D.: I was about 6. I think J. was about 10 or so. J.: I don't remember that story. D.: I remember there was a strange guy that came one time and gave R. a dollar bill and he said that if I'd sit on his lap he'd give me a dollar bill too. There was no way I was going to sit on his lap but I sure wanted that dollar. R.: . . . one of mom's boyfriends? D.: It was our dad. R.: It was our dad that did that? D.: I had never seen him before. . . . ?: If we ever wanted to get rid of one of mom's boyfriends, we'd always sic B. on em. D.: How come? J.: He'd fall through the ceiling and he done other kinds of things. D.: I remember him falling through the ceiling and leg coming down out of there. R.: He didn't come through the ceiling, I remember his leg D.: On Chamberlain, that was when the two rooms were split R.: I've gone back and looked at the ceilings to see if I could see any it is very well fixed up. You can't see where . . . [the rest was too hard to hear and decipher without a great deal of time.]


Contributor: trishkovach Created: 1 year ago Updated: 1 year ago

TRIBUTE TO RELIEF SOCIETY SISTERS By Rowena Humpherys Memories of my mother, Leonara [sic] Taylor Stringham and her involvement in Relief Society. Life was certainly different in the `good old days'. There shouldn't be any excuse for not attending when all we have to do is step in the car and spend 15 minutes getting there. I remember Dad harnessing up the horse to the buggy so mother could go. I think it was Tuesday afternoon and we lived two miles from church. So it was a major undertaking. Usually with a small child to take along. She lost her first baby at 6 months with pneumonia. When she took my brother to Relief Society she wrapped him so securely he was sweating when he got home and developed pneumonia. She was particularly concerned because of losing her first child. Of course, there wasn't too much to do for it and pneumonia was quite often fatal. Mustard plasters and a steaming tea kettle with a blanket draped [sic] over the baby were all the treatment available. Oh, yes, I almost forgot, a sock around the neck. No close neighbors and a doctor that had to come five miles in a sleigh or ride a horse didn't offer much reassurance, even if they could get someone to go for the doctor as there was no telephone. Mom was in the Relief Society Presidency at one time and we teased her about taking all of the good food to someoneelse [sic]. This wasn't true because we always had good food but the house seemed so empty when she wasn't there when we came home from school. no mather [sic]...no supper cooking...no breadbaking. In those days I never heard of a hospital or undertaker. When someone in the Ward died or was ill the neighbors took over or the Relief Society was called in. If someone died the Relief Society dressed them for burial. The men of the Ward dug the grave, sometimes a very difficult undertaking especially if the ground was frozen and they had to use a pick. Bodies had to be buried quickly as there was no embalming. Especially in hot weather someone had to stay with the body and keep ice on it all night. I remember at one time a Ward member had an infection and was in the hospital for three weeks before she died. She and her husband had no extended family so mother and dad took their turns staying with her, around the clock until she died. There is very little in my mother's history or record book about Relief Society but pages about her presidency in the Primary. I don't remember much about Relief Society but some of it must have sunk in. My grandmother Taylor was visiting from Salt Lake. My neighbor and I dressed up in mom's clothes and told them we were the Relief Society teachers Grandma said we didn't look like visiting teachers to her as we didn't have petticoats on and our long dresses hung pretty limp. I wish my mother was here so I could ask her lots of things.


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FAMILY RECORD BOOK KEPT BY GRANDMA STRINGHAM1 footnote 1. [Leonora May Boyes Taylor Stringham, in my possession. On page 100 is the note "Commenced writing in here 1910 or 1918".] William Henry Stringham Page 1 Residence: Shelley, Idaho; Born at Thurber, Wayne Co. Utah 2 June 1885; Baptized by: James P Knight 5 July 1894; Ordained a Priest by Lars Sorensen Goshen Ward Blackfoot Stake; Ordained an Elder by William W. Riter 3 June 1909 at Salt Lake Temple; Ordained a Seventy by Levi Edgar Young 17 Dec 1911; Married to: Leonora May Boyes Taylor 23 June 1909 at Salt Lake Temple by John R Winder; Endowed at Salt Lake Temple 17 June 1909; Mission to North Western States went 14 Nov. 1917 Set apart Nov 13 1917 By J. G. Kimball;2 Returned from Mission 16 Dec 1919; Vocation: Farmer; Height: 6 ft 2 in.; Weight: 205 lbs.3; Color of Eyes: Blue; Color of Hair: Dark Brown; General Condition of Health: Good; Specially interested in: Farming; Died of: Heart Failure at L.D.S. Hospital Idaho Falls Sept 6 1949 Buried Sept 9- 1949 at Fielding Memorial Park. Ordained High Priest 16 July 1944 By Aubrey O Andelin a High Priest now Patriarch of Idaho Falls Stake. Called & set apart to labor as Stake a [sic] missionary in Shelley Stake 26 Mar 1922. Set apart as Stake Home missionary in South Idaho Falls Stake by Oscar Kirkham of Seven Presidents of Seventies Sunday Mar 2 1947. footnote 2. [This is J. Golden Kimball, who is so famous in Mormon lore for his wit.] footnote 3. [When I knew him, he was much heavier than this. I would suspect he was close to 300 pounds.] Leonora May Boyes Taylor Page 2 Residence: Holliday; Born at Holliday 1 May 1885; Blessed: June 1885 at Holliday Salt Lake Co. Utah; Baptized by Jacob Christensen 4 May 1893 at Holliday Salt Lake Co. Utah; Confirmed by C. A Harper 4 May 1893 at Holliday Salt Lake Co. Utah; Schooling commenced at Big Cottonwood Sep 1891; Graduated: Big Cottonwood Dist 28, 29 May 1899 D. W. Moffatt Prin. Oscor Van Cott Supinnt; Married to William Henry Stringham; Married by John R. Winder4 at Salt Lake T. 23 Jun 1909 Witness George Romney, W. W. Riter; Endowed at Salt Lake Temple 2 May 1906; Patriarchal Blessing by Wm Taylor [her grandfather] Patriarch 13 Mar 1906; Vocation: House Wife; Height: 5 ft 7 in; Weight: 145; Color of Eyes: blue; Color of Hair: dark; General Condition of Health: Good; Died of Heart Failure April 20 1964 at 390 Tendoy Dr-Idaho Falls Idaho.5 Taught in Big Cottonwood sunday school for 8 years also teacher in primary & religion class, chorister in primary. Belonged to ward choir. Ass. Sec. & Treasurer Relief Soceity [sic] in Goshen Ward. 2 counsellor in Y. L. M. I. A. to Matilda Nuttall. Pres. Of Presto Primary By Bishop Peter Monson Oct 8- 1922. Set apart 2ond coun. to Sister Teeples in R. Society Oct. 14, 1928 by R. H. Teeples. Set apart 1st coun. to Sister Pearl Anderson Apr. 12 1931 Janet Christensen 2 coun. Set apart as Stake Missionary by Cecil Hart Pres of S. Idaho Falls Stake Mar 2, 1947. footnote 4. [He was a member of the First Presidency with Joseph F. Smith and died less than a year later.] footnote 5. [This last sentence was probably written by Mildred Harrell, a daughter.] William Austin Stringham Page 3 Residence: Goshen Idaho; Born at Goshen, Idaho 21 July 1910; Blessed by Bishop Wilford M. Christensen 4 Sept 1910 Goshen, Idaho Bingham Co.; Color of Eyes: Blue; Color of Hair: Brown; Died of Pneumonia at Big Cottonwood 9 Jan 1911; Buried in Holladay cemetery. James Edward Stringham Page 4 Residence: Goshen Idaho; Born at Shelley Idaho 5 Dec 1911; Blessed by Bishop Joseph Holland of Shelley 4 Feb 1912 at Shelley, Idaho Bingham Co; Baptized by Bishop Joseph Y. Larsen 6 Dec 1919 at Holliday Ward S.L. Co; Confirmed by Bishop Wm. B. Taylor1 of Kimball Shelley Stake 7 Dec 1919 at Holliday Ward S.L. Co; Schooling commenced at Irving Salt Lake Co. 2 Sept 1918 at Holliday Ward S.L. Co; Graduated: Goshen, Idaho Dist. 39, May 27 1926; Ordained a Deacon by Jos. N. Christensen 28 Jan. 1924 Goshen Ward Shelley Stake; Ordained a Teacher by Jos. N. Christensen 12 Dec 1926 Goshen Ward Shelley Stake; Ordained a Priest by J. Cortez Christensen 3 Dec 1929 Goshen Ward Shelley Stake; Ordained an Elder by Oscar Burke 28 Sept 1930 at Shelley Idaho; Married to Mildred Hillam by Bro Geo F Richards at Salt Lake T. 20 Mar 1940; Endowed at Salt Lake Temple 17 Nov 1930; Patriarchal Blessing by Hyrum G Smith 13 Nov 1930; Mission to California: went 20 Nov 1930; Returned from Mission 30 Jun 1932; Set apart as missionary Nov 19 1930 By Apostle Geo F Richards; Height: 5 ft. 11; Weight 150; Color of Eyes: Blue; Color of Hair: Light Brown; Specially interested in Farming. Commenced High School Aug 1926. Graduated from Firth High School 16 May 1930. Acted as counsellor in Sunday School, Ashton. 2nd counselor bishop ashton. Feb 1- 1942 Bishop of Ashton. footnote 6. [Grandmother's oldest brother.] Leonora Rowena Stringham Page 5 Residence: Goshen Idaho; Born at Goshen, Idaho 18 Apr 1914; Blessed by Lars J. Sorensen 7 June 1914 at Goshen Idaho Shelley Stake; Baptized by W. H. Stringham 18 Apr 1922; Confirmed by Bishop Peter Monson 7 May 1922; Schooling commenced at Presto 12 Sept 1920; Graduated at Presto, Idaho, Dist. 43. May 1927; Graduated from High School May 1931; Married to John Daniel Stemmons by Bishop John A Hartener Salt Lake City 23 Dec 1941; Color of Eyes: blue; Color of Hair: dark; Specially interested in Nursing. Commenced High School Sept 27, 1927. Sec. to Goshen Sunday School. Teacher in Presto Primary, organist in Presto Primary. Started training for nurse at LDS Hospital. Graduated from Hospital May 1937. Primary teacher in 1st Ward, BeeHive teacher in 1st Ward. Willard Stringham Page 6 Residence: Goshen Idaho; Born at Goshen Idaho 26 June 1916; Blessed by Bishop Peter Monson 6 Aug 1916 Shelley Stake Goshen Ward; Baptized by Christian W Anderson 3 Aug 1924 at Goshen Idaho; Confirmed by William H. Stringham 3 Aug 1924; Schooling commenced at Presto 11 Sept 1922; Graduated at Presto 17 May 1930; Ordained a Deacon by Wilford M. Christensen 14 Oct. 1928; Ordained a Teacher by W. H. Stringham 6 Sept. 1931 Goshen Idaho; Ordained a Priest by W. H. Stringham 20 Aug 1933; Ordained an Elder by Howard W. Anderson 1 Nov 1936 of Blackfoot Idaho;7 Married to Una May Hendrickson by Bshp Yancey Blackfoot Idaho 9 Sept 1939; Endowed at Idaho Falls Temple; Color of Eyes: Blue; Color of Hair: Light; Specially interested in farming. Commenced High School at Firth Sept 1929/30. Graduated from High School May 1934. Brakman [sic] on U. P. [Union Pacific Railroad] Aug 14 1941. footnote 7. [This probably was the time they were living in Blackfoot after losing the farm in Goshen.] Wayne Taylor Stringham Page 7 Born at Goshen, Idaho 24 Nov. 1920; Blessed by Bp Peter Monson 6 Feb 1921; Baptized by Oliver Humphreys H.P. 6 Apr. 1929; Confirmed by Rulon V. Christensen of Shelley Stake 7 Apr 1929; Schooling commenced at Presto, Idaho Dist. 43. 6 Sept 1927; Graduated Presto Idaho May 1934; Ordained a Deacon by Peter Monson 5 Mar. 1933; Ordained a teacher by W. H. Stringham 5 Jan 1936; Ordained a Priest by William Park of Fourth Ward bishopric Idaho Falls 6 Mar 1938;8 Ordained Elder by Coun Tex Hamberlin Idaho Falls 6 ward 1 Dec 1940; Married to Virginia Baldwin 1 Dec 1943; Height 5; Weight: 149; Color of Eyes: Blue; Color of Hair: Brown; Specially interested in farming. Commenced high school Firth Sept. 1934. Graduated from High School at Idaho Falls 1938. Entered in Blackfoot Stake First Ward Bshp Yancey, entered in Ward Record no 1341-3. Attended High School at (Freshman at Firth) Blackfoot Sophomore & Junior. Graduated from Seminary and also High School May 1937 at Idaho Falls. Entered Navy 29 of May 1941. Was in Alaska & Aleutians 14 months. footnote 8: [Probably shortly after they moved to Idaho Falls from May, Idaho.] Mildred Stringham Page 8 Born at Goshen, Idaho, 12 June 1924; Blessed by Peter Monson 3 Aug 1924; Baptized by Randal L. Anderson 6 Aug 1932; Confirmed by Rulon V. Christensen 7 Aug 1932; Schooling commenced at Presto, Idaho, Aug 1930; Graduated May 1937 at Blackfoot, Idaho; Married to Harold Harrell 17 May 1943 by David W. Cook Bishop of 2 ward at Idaho Falls; Color of Eyes: blue; Color of Hair: light brown. Graduated from Seminary at Idaho Falls May 4 1941. Graduated from Idaho Falls High School May 19- 1941. Sharen Lee Harrell daughter born at Idaho Fall [sic] Hospital Jun 15 1944. Glendon Le Maun Stringham Page 9 Born at Goshen, Idaho 1 Dec. 1927; Blessed by J. Berkley Larsen Pres. Shelley Stake 5 Feb 1928; Baptized by Clifford Larsen Elder of Blackfoot Stake 1 Feb 1936; Confirmed by Howard W Anderson Coun in Bishopric of 1 Ward Blackfoot Stake 2 Feb 1936; Schooling commenced at Presto Idaho Sept 1934; Graduated from School York May 1942; Ordained a Deacon by W. H. Stringham 1940; Ordained a Teacher by Elmer Holmgren Coun. to Bishop Naegle Idaho Falls 6th ward 21 Mar 1943; Ordained a Priest by Ward Clerk Ralph Wheelright Sixth Ward Aug 20 1944; Ordained an Elder by Varian W. Halliday High Priest S. I. Falls Stake Jan 18 1948; Married to Isobel Rennie at Idaho Falls Temple by Pres. William Kilpack May 24 1953; Endowed at Idaho Falls Temple May 24 1953; Patriarchal Blessing by Patriarch E. Milton Christensen; Vocation: salesman; Height: 5-11; Color of Eyes: blue; Color of Hair: brown; General Condition of Health: good. Pres & counsella to deacons quorum. Graduated from I. Falls High School Jan. 1946. Went to Navy 5 Feb 1946 went to School at Great Lakes Illinois. Navy discharge Dec 5- 47. School at Moscow, Idaho, college graduated June 4- 1951. Page 101 By Bishop Peter Monson. Leonora May T. Stringham. Set apart as President of Upper Presto primary Oct 8, 1922. A new primary organized in Goshen Ward, making 3 primaries in Goshen ward Shelley Stake with Veda M. Petersen and Alice Ballard as counsellors Ellen Anderson as organist, Effie Perkins Secretary, Ethel Teeples teacher. On account of being no school we had no primary for three weeks after organization. Oct 27, 1922 Upper Presto Primary commenced at 3:30 9 President Leonora Stringham presiding, Veta Petersen conducting Singing (Page 27, I Thank Thee Dear Father. Prayer Leonora Stringham. Singing, Page 67, Dare To Do Right; Name and ages of Children were taken. Lesson given by Sister Veta Petersen Review of the Pioneers. Singing: Jesus once was a little Child. Benediction Fern Teeples. Officers 7 Teachers Present 5, Children 33, Total 38. footnote 9: [Primary was probably held at this time because it was after school. Most meetings for 1922 for which minutes exist were held on Friday. For some reason the one for November 29 was on a Wednesday. I remember primary being on a week day, usually Tuesday, after school.] Nov. 3rd 1922 Page 106 Upper Presto Primary Convened at 3:30 President Leonora Stringham presiding & conducting. Singing, Page 27, I Thank Thee Dear Father. Prayer by Virginia Peterson. "Singing" Page 45 Summer Time; Preliminary Program, Song Leo Christopherson Memory Gem Veta Stoddart. Recitation Thelma Landon; Lesson Work, "The First Harvest Festival" was given by Sister Ethel Teeples. Closing Song Page 50, America," Benediction Althea Teeples. Officers, teachers, Present 5 Children Present 26 total 31. Nov. 17, 1922 Page 107 Upper Presto Primary convened 3:30. Pres. Leonora Stringham presiding 1st Coun. Veta Peterson conducting. Singing pg. 67, "Dare To Do Right." Prayer Iola Ballard; Singing pg. 27, " I Thank Thee Dear Father. [sic] Preliminary Program: Story Terrel Pope Rec. Thelma Landon; Song, Virginia & Wayne Petersen. Lesson Work, Busy Hour, 1st & 2 grades, conducted by Sisters Alice Ballard & Ethel Teeples. Making Thanksgiving Baskets. 3rd grade conducted by Veta Petersen, making Thanksgiving baskets & invitations. Closed by Singing "I Think When I read Prayer by Fern Teeples. Officers & teachers present 5 Children Present 29 Total 34 Nov. 24, 1922 Page 108 Upper Presto Primary Convened at 3:30. President Leonora Stringham conducting & presiding Singing: page 54, "Welcome To All," Prayer, Neva Pope; We then practiced songs for a program for Thanksgiving Singing: 3rd grade girls "Sing With Joy," page 114. Song: Page 67 Dare To Do Right all boys. Song: Page 27, "I Thank Thee Dear Father," Small girls. Prayer Leo Christopherson. Officers present 4 Children present 29 Total 33 Nov. 29, 1922 Page 109 Upper Presto Primary Commenced at 3:30 President Leonora Stringham presiding & conducting; Prayer James Stringham Singing, pg. 67 Dare To Do Right," [sic] Dialogue By Boys & Girls Third Grade. Song Second grade Girls. Reading by Jennie Porter. Singing by Third Grade Girls. Dialogue By Rowena Stringham & Iola Ballard. Song Virginia & Wayne Petersen. Talk By Bishop Monson; Remarks by Sister Madsen. Closed by Singing, page 11 Jesus Once was a little Child. Prayer Althea Teeples; Officers & Teachers Present 5 Children Present 32 Visitors Present 8 Total 45 Dec. 8, 1922 Page 110 Upper Presto Primary Convened at 3:30. President Leonora Stringham presiding 2 Coun Alice Ballard conducting. Singing Jesus Once was a Little Child; Prayer, Rowena Stringham; Singing, Page 32, "Christmas Cradle Song." Lesson given by 1 coun Veta Petersen; The First Christmas Of the Pioneers. Practice Song, Pat 67 Let the Little Children Come," Story given by 1 coun Veta Petersen. Closed by Singing pg. 38, "Jolly Old Saint Nicholas," Prayer Fern Teeples. Officers, Teachers, Present 5 Children 24 Visitors 1 Total 30 Sister Stella Taylor of Stake Board was present. Dec. 15, 1922 Page 111 Upper Presto Primary, Commenced at 3:30. President Leonora Stringham Presiding & Conducting Singing, Page 32, "Christmas Cradle Song." Prayer, Jennie Porter. Singing Page 81. Story Hour: Classes Conducted by Leonora Stringham Closed by Singing, "Two Little Hands" Prayer Alta Hansen. Officers & Teachers present 3 Children present 23 Total 26. Page 112 Wayne Taylor Stringham Entered the U. S. Navy on May 19, 1941. took training at San Diego. Took up training for Aviation machinist mate in april received award for first class machinist mate came home on furlough in July 1941, Nov. 1942, Sept 1943. Has been stationed at Santa Rosa since last furlough.


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HISTORY FROM WAYNE TAYLOR STRINGHAM Family Background My grandpa was kind of a heavy set, not as much as my father. He was clean shaven. He was a gentle man. My mother and my grandmother didn't get along together to well. She came and lived with us for a month or two in Idaho Falls. Mildred knows where it was. It was an apartment. They moved from there to the ranch on the Idaho Canal. Willard went on a trip to Calif. and picked walnuts, etc. I stayed there my senior year in high school. What I remember about your mother [Rowena]. When she got older she went to nursing school. She went away from home to live there for a while. One time, mother was down in Salt Lake. Dad told my mother [Rowena] that she would have to do the cooking. She made some bread and forgot to put yeast in it. It was the heaviest bread you can imagine. Us kids complained about it and my Dad said to be quiet or you will have to do the cooking. When your mother was making punch, she got the wrong bottle (which was iodine) and mixed it in as flavoring. We drank it and all of us vomited it up. He drank a lot and got quite sick and threw it up. I smelled it and didn't like the smell so I didn't drink much. My mother was Leonora May Boyes Taylor. She was born 1 May 1885 and died 20 Apr 1964, aged 78 years, 11 months, and 20 days. She belonged to the Church of Latter Day Saints. She was a house wife, homemaker, loving mother, devoted wife, devoted church member, deceased but loved. She was a graduate of the Granite Stake Academy in Salt Lake City, Utah. She had 7 children. She was always there for us at home. She kept house, grew a garden, bandaged cuts, worked in the fields at harvest time, comforted us when we had hurts, acted as referee for most family squabbles. She let dad administer punishment when the going got rough. I'm sure that each of her children felt her love was there as I did when I needed it. She picked potatoes most harvests and cut seed potatoes for most plantings. This was the time when she and each of the children could have the money earned to buy essentials-clothes etc., church and school mostly. When James was on his mission she diverted all the money she could, to help him with his expenses. I'm sure other times most of the money she earned was spent for the needs of others rather than her own. Her sister, our Aunt Lavina Silver passed some of her clothes down to mother. Aunt Lavina's family seemed wealthy compared to us. Major events in her life: Mother believed her successes in life were measured by the successes or failure of her children. 1. 1 May 1885-Life before marriage 2. 23 Jun 1909 Her wedding Salt Lake City LDS Temple 3. 21 Jul 1910 Her first baby-William Austin 4. 9 Jan 1911 The death of William Austin 5. 5 Dec 1911 Her 2nd baby James Edward 6. 18 Apr 1914 Her 3rd baby Leonora Rowena 7. 26 Jun 1916 Her 4th baby Willard 8. 1917-1919 Dad's mission-lived in Salt Lake City 9. 24 Nov 1920 Her 5th baby Wayne 10. 12 Jun 1924 Her 6th baby Mildred 11. 1 Dec 1927 Her 7th and last baby Glenden Lemaun 12. perhaps James’ mission 13. not Rowena certified as registered nurse 14. in All of her children's weddings 15. this Her grandchildren 16. order Wayne and Harold Harrell (Mildred's Husband) in the military during WWII 18.The weddings of all her children and the total of 21 surviving grandchildren at the time of her death 19. 1946 Glendon in the navy after WWII 19. Glendon her youngest child graduates from college (her only child to do this) 20. Mildred able to train and hold a job till she retired 21. D. 2 Mar 1982 Willard's successful career (38 years as brakeman and conductor) with Union Pacific Railroad. His return to the Church. Buried in Ashton Cemetery There should have been a history of each of her childrens successes. I believe that mother's strength and influence while we were growing up helped each of us in later life to achieve the successes we experienced. The failures including my own must be attributed to our own weaknesses not our mother's. I don't think she will have any trouble attaining a lofty place in the life after death. She sincerely believed there was such a place and I'm sure she is there now checking up on each of us to see how we are making out. 20 Apr 1964 Our mother died in the home of Mildred and Harold. 24 Apr 1964 Buried in a lot donated by Mildred and Harold Fielding Memorial Park Idaho Falls, Idaho 6 Sept 1949 Her husband and father of all her children died. She never liked the basement house so after Dad's death she never lived there again 7 Sep 1949 Moved in with Rowena and family 1949 Mildred and Harold moved into the basement house and rented it from mother. They lived there for five years. Mother's life history after 7 Sep 1949 will be compiled by her daughter, Mildred Harrell. I suggest comments from grandchildren living at home while mother lived with Rowena and Mildred be included. She was of medium height and weight. Her hair was dark brown and her eyes were blue. Talents: Had taken piano lessons. Home maker and teacher for her large family. Cook to keep her flock fed. Washed their cloths and kept them mended, seamstress, embroidery work, quilting; there wasn't much she wouldn't tackle to take care of her family; canning to provide food for winter; gardener. Temperament: Steady level head woman but she couldn't stand to be teased and was quick to resort to tears. She believed in her church devoutly. But when she bore her testimony publicly one time I remember she got extremely nervous and burst into tears. I consider her to be very brave to insist on bearing her testimony knowing she would break down. Her role in the home: See memories and talents, and do not forget peace maker. Besides what I have written read the family histories that my brothers and sisters have written for more of her life. Her father had two wives. Had a separate house for each, some distance apart. He lived with Sarah Leonora Boyes, children (have record prepared by Lavina Boyes Silver): 1. William Boyes Taylor b. 14 Dec 1876 d. 13 Jul 1960 2. James Boyes Taylor b. 19 Oct 1878 3. George Boyes Taylor b. 14 Sep 1880?? d. 25 Jun 1880?? 4. Joseph Boyes Taylor b. 20 Nov 1882 d. 10 Jan 1942 5. Leonora May Boyes Taylor b. 1 May 1885 d. Apr 1964 6. John Boyes Taylor b. 13 Apr 1888 7. Edward Boyes Taylor b. 7 Jan 1890 d. 24 Jan 1901 8. Lavina Boyes Taylor b. 2 Apr 1893 9. Austin Boyes Taylor b. 14 Dec 1894 I have a few photos supplied to me by my sister Rowena Humpherys, check her records. Her parents were dedicated LDS members. I believe grandfather Taylor was a farmer. I know he had fruit trees and raised strawberries. He had very valuable land in the Holiday district of Salt Lake City. My mother was born in the family home in Holiday, Salt Lake City. I believe she taught some school. Check Rowena Humpherys records. I feel that my economic position is better than my parents in as I have a monthly retirement, which although not making us wealthy gives independence and comfort to my wife Virginia and my self in our senior years. The main difference between my current family and the family of my parents is the national economy makes so many more lines of work available to a person who endeavors to progress, there are greater risks involved too. If you have more there is more to lose during financial chaos. Our wants are greater today than they were when I was young. You have to be better educated. [There were] 9 [children] born to my grandmother. [My grandfather] had a polygamous wife living in a separate house in a far corner of his property. I believe she had at least four children. I was never allowed to see them. My grandfather lived with my grandmother. [He] had a mustach. I probably visited my grandparents only two or three times. [He] seemed stern to me. Mary Ann Cameron: She was a housewife and survived her husband by three years. She seemed sick quite a bit while I was young. Grandpa waited on her a lot. Mother and grandma didn't get along too well. This came from having two women in one house (Dad and mother lived with his folks when they were first married). She did live with us for a short time when we lived in Idaho Falls after coming from Pahsimerai Valley. I would certainly advise our younger generation to find a place of their own as soon as possible when they marry. Grandfather met Mary Ann Cameron Mar 1881 in Lyman, Utah. They married 25 Nov 1881 in the St. George Temple. They moved to Goshen, [Idaho] with their four children. William Elisha Stringham: Farmer, worked with his father freighting with horses and wagon, grading and earth moving with horses and scrapers. He setup saw mill. Last occupation was farming. Grandfather lived in a house opposite the LDS Church in Goshen. We usually stopped in to see them after church. He spent quite a lot of time waiting on my grandmother. He had two buggies, one not so good that he gave to me. I dreamed of hitching up a horse and driving this buggy to school each day. I drove it to school one day and one wheel came apart on the way home. This was the end of my buggy riding career. William Henry Stringham: [My father was] born 2 Jun 1885. [He] died 6 Sep 1949 age 64 yr 3 mo. [He was a] farmer, bought and sold potatoes, fruit and vegetable store, trucker between Utah and Idaho, water master of irrigation water, and last [employment] custom small tractor plowing, discing, scraping, back filling work. Almost always self employed. Education: 3rd grade, some time at LDS college Salt Lake City, Utah, also some time at Ricks College, Rexburg, Idaho. He was a whiz at adding or subtracting in his head. [My] memories of [dad]: Very strong, quick to anger and quick to forgive. Loved to talk about any thing or every thing. Mildred was his favorite, I do believe. She got me into a spanking situation occasionally when she went crying to Dad. I probably deserved it. I remember one time when Dad and my brothers took me along to pull weeds from a field of seed clover. We would work for an hour or two and then sit down for a rest and Dad would tell us stories about when he was a boy. We enjoyed the stories and also the rest. We might have even asked many questions to make the rest last longer. Another time Dad said we could all go to Salt Lake City to see Grandpa and Grandma Taylor. If we could get the work done which he laid out for us. We really worked like beavers to get every thing done. We made the trip to Salt Lake City in a 1926 Model T Ford which Dad had purchased in Shelley, Idaho new for less than five hundred dollars. That was really a trip in those days. Some roads were not surfaced. Backing up the steeper hills when necessary (the gearing was lower in reverse than any other gear). When it didn't seem like we were going to make it, Dad would have one of the boys block the wheels. Then he let James run the car and the rest of the boys and dad pushed. As a last resort, every one out of the car except the driver, and then the pushing. I only remember one trip like that. During the depression in the late twenties and early thirties and later the banks closed. Dad tried to survive by trucking potatoes to Salt Lake City and hauling fruit and coal back to Idaho. He hauled potatoes to Salt Lake City until the man he had selling them for him on consignment took out bankrupcy papers after having placed all his assets in his wife's name, and given dad bad checks. Willard had graduated from High School, was working with Dad on the truck. He decided he wasn't going to get anywhere as Dad wasn't able to pay him. So he quit and got a job. James was also working with Dad after he got back from his mission. I went with Dad during summer vacation, I believe it was the summer of 1935 or 1936. Dad never gave up trying to get financially on his feet. He owed money and it would have been easier to go bankrupt. But dad wouldn't do that. In those days it was a disgrace to go bankrupt. So it seemed like every time dad made some money there was some one he owed money holding his hand out for it. People thought Dad had a lot of money when he was in his business. But he was too soft hearted. After a price was agreed on for potatoes, if the price that dad received was higher he gave the farmer more. But when the price dad got was lower no one offered to take less. Can't blame them I guess. Usually when I did some thing wrong dad didn't whip me, but would say, "All the punishing in the world won't make wrong things right. Just be more carefull and don't do it again." Major Events: 2 Jun 1885 My Dad was born, Thurber, Wayne County, Utah Spring 1900 Dad's father sold property in Utah taking horses and cattle, drove to Gunnison, Utah, loaded implements and live stock aboard a freight car and took his family on a passenger train to Blackfoot, Idaho. They arrived 2 Nov 1900. The next day they drove to R. H. Teeples home at Goshen. They lived a while in a log house owned by J. E. Teeples. Next they moved to a farm south and west of Peter Monson's home. Fall 1901 They purchased a 160 acre tract which Dad's father owned until 1934. 3 Jun 1909 Dad married Leonora May Boyes Taylor, our mother, in the Salt Lake LDS Temple. Dad and mother cleared land in Goshen and lived with Dad's father & mother for a while after they were married. I believe it was during this time he was water master on the canal that supplied Grandpa Stringham's ranch with irrigation water. Dad and Mother set up house keeping at the family farm-160 acres. The Northeast corner was located at junction of county roads leading 3 mi North to Shelley 1 1/4 miles South to Upper Presto 3 mi west to Firth and two miles East to Goshen. This property was bisected almost equally by the railroad right away which had a siding at Anton. This was East of road going to Presto and from there the right of way went to Goshen. Dad purchased one acre from Remos Hansen to the south of Anton Siding and built a potato cellar there 140 ft. long as mentioned in my bro Willard's letter of his life. I think this potato business Dad established and his two year mission (Dad served as missionary for the LDS Church during 1917-1918[)] were the two high lights in his life not diminishing his marriage and the birth and raising of his children. 21 Jul 1910 First baby - William Austin 9 Jan 1911 William Austin died 5 Dec 1911 2nd baby James Edward Died 28 Aug 1991 Buried Pine View Cemetery Ashton 18 Apr 1914 3rd baby Leonora Rowena Died . . . 26 Jun 1916 4th baby Willard Died 22 Mar 1982 Buried in Ashton 1917-1918 Dad served as a missionary for LDS Church in North West States 1917-1918 Mother, James, Rowena and Willard lived with mother's father and mother in Holiday, Utah SLC. The farm in Idaho was rented out while Dad was on his mission. 24 Nov 1920 5th baby Wayne Taylor 12 Jun 1924 6th baby Mildred 1 Dec 1927 7th baby Glendon LeMaun Died 11 Nov 1992 Buried 14 Nov 1992 Bountiful Lakeview Cemetery, Utah Date? James mission Date? Rowena certified as registered nurse 1929-1931 Depression 1932 Bank Holiday Dad couldn't get what it would take for railroad freight to ship potatoes out, so he trucked some of them to Salt Lake City and brought fruit from Logan, Brigham City and Salt Lake City back. He let a man in Salt Lake City take two or three trucksloads on consignment. This man transferred his assets to his wife and filed for bankrupcy. Two or three loads of potatoes down the drain. During these years dad tried every thing he could to clear his debts and support the family; even sold junk & animal bo[dies?] 1935-36 Bank foreclosed and took over the farm. We temporarily rented a house about 1/4 mile from the farm east on the Goshen road 1935-36? We moved to Blackfoot. Glendon, Mildred and I attended school there. I was there for my sophomore and junior year of high school 1936 Dad moved the family to Pahsimeroi Valley approx 165 miles northwest of Blackfoot near the small community of May, Idaho. I stayed in Blackfoot to finish my junior year of high school. The principal found a family who agreed to board me and gave me 1.00 a week to work and do chores while I wasn't in school. 1937-38 Dad sold his share of hay and moved family to Idaho Falls, Idaho where I completed my senior year of school and grad. in 1938. 1938-39 Mother got the last of her land money and Mother and Dad bought an 80 acre farm on the Idaho Canal south of Idaho Falls. They also bought a 1934 Plymouth Sedan. Spring 1939 James and Willard went to Ashton. James worked for Stanley Loosli. Willard worked for the father Diamond Loosli. Sept 1939 Willard married Una Hendricks. 23 Dec 1939 Rowena married John D Stemmons. 1940 Willard & James worked again for the Loosli's. I also went with them and worked during the summer for Diamond Loosli's youngest son Donald Loosli, who had recently gotten married. I had helped Dad on the farm in Idaho Falls after graduation and Dad had rekindled a potato business there. James also helped in the winter sorting potatoes. I worked picking potatoes and with the sorting and trucking. 20 Mar 1940 James married Mildred (Hillam); still worked for Stan Loosli on shares. Feb 1941 Willard took student runs on railroad. Wayne worked during the spring for Oliver Baum; quit him. Helped dad finish up a job with potatoes. 29 May 1941 I enlisted for 6 years in the US Navy Reserve. Things happened fast in these years. 7 Dec 1941 Pearl Harbor 17 May 1943 Mildred and Harold Harrell were married. 1944 Harold was drafted into the US Army. He took paratrooper training. 1 Dec 1943 Wayne married Madeline Virginia Baldwin. 15 Jun 1944 Mildred gave birth to her first child Sharon. 28 Nov 1944 Virginia, wife of Wayne gave birth to her first child Wm. Geo. 1945 End of WW II. Wayne discharged 24 Oct 1945. date? Dad and Mother sold farm and moved into a basement house in Idaho Falls. Dad brought his Ford/Ferguson tractor with him. Started a custom business plowing & leveling garden, lawn, or construction sites. Date? I was working for the Hudson Garage as a mechanic in Newport, Oregon when Dad and Mother came out to see me and Virginia. Dad wanted me to come back to Idaho Falls and run the tractor for him. He said I could bring the old 36 Int. Harvester truck over to haul our things back. I took Bill back with me on the bus after I'd got my last pay check. Picked up the truck, bought three ton of potatoes in Twin Falls, Idaho and headed for Newport. As soon as I got away from the Idaho border I started selling the potatoes. I didn't make a fortune with them but 1947 did make enough to pay the expenses for the truck trip both ways. Picked up Virginia and our son D. and we moved to Idaho. Bought an unfinished cinder block home on Canyon Ave. Idaho Falls, Idaho. Worked with Dad less than one year. We were always busy but with upkeep on the tractor, new implements we bought, and two households to support, it was difficult and Dad finally said he'd better work the business himself. I got a job at Clark Concrete Block and Pipe Co. where Harold worked. They let me go in the winter time when sales were slow. So 8 Mar 1948 I enlisted in the Navy again. Dad wasn't able to work too long. 6 Sep 1949 Dad died 6 Sep 1949. He was 64 yrs 3 mo old. I attended his funeral; brought Virg and both boys. The church was loaded with people he had known over the years. He was buried in a lot donated by Harold and Mildred in the Fielding Memorial Park near Idaho Falls, Idaho. His wife Leonora May Boyes Taylor Stringham was buried in a plot by his side 24 Apr 1964; almost 17 yrs later 78 yrs 8 mo old. [My father was] tall and heavy - very strong. When young his pictures indicated [he had] probably dark brown hair, eyes blue. He grew bald on the top of his head early. He could add three coluums [sic] of figures quicker than I could add one. He was a whiz in addition and subtraction. [He was] quick to anger - quick to forgive. I can't remember him running any person down. Mother did most of the correcting. Dad was there to back her up and to administer spankings when deemed necessary. My father: William Henry Stringham His parents and bro & sisters: William Elisha Stringham, 12 Nov 1856, Eddyville, Wapello, Iowa, [Died] 17 May 1937, Goshen, Idaho Mary Ann Cameron, 17 Nov 1860, Provo, Utah, 16 Oct 1940, Logan, Utah Martha Jane Stringham, 1 Jan 1884, Thurber, Utah, 8 Oct 1909 William Henry Stringham, 2 Jun 1885, Thurber, Utah, 6 Sep 1949 Sarah May Stringham, 7 Jan 1889, Thurber, Utah, Benjamin Bovee Stringham, 21 Apr 1893, Lyman, Utah, 13 Jun 1958. Grampa and Grandma Stringham - I vaguely remember them living north and east of Goshen. I mostly remember them living in their place within walking distance of the LDS Church in Goshen townsite. We usually would go see them for awhile after Sunday School. Grandpa had 2 neat buggies. He gave me one which I drove to school one time and one wheel fell apart. I remember grandpa as strong and healthy. He waited on Grandma a lot. He surprised everyone by dying before Grandma. He was very active in the LDS Church. I can't remember my aunt Martha Jane. My aunt Sarah was (I believe) over 6 ft tall and rather slender. She had a very nice disposition. My uncle Ben and family lived in Shelley in a very nice house. I believe he made his living selling insurance. I only remember one time eating with them in their home. Uncle Ben was also tall. Maybe taller than my Dad; 6' 1". He had a nice wife and as I remember four daughters (1 in Utah, one in Cal, one in Idaho, one deceased) and one son. All of Dads family grew up in the LDS Church. My Dads father's father was mostly in the hauling business also earth moving with teams and horses. I believe that Grandpa did some of this but mostly farming. [Father's schooling] Probably either in Thurber or Goshen area. He only attended the 3rd grade until he grew up then spent some time at LDS College Utah. Then attended Ricks College in Rexburg, Idaho for a while. I have a feeling that he didn't have a whole lot of time to play. He worked a good share of the time with his father. He did work as a water master, but after he was married he worked mostly for himself. I believe mother was visiting relatives in Idaho and met Dad; perhaps at Uncle Will's farm in Kimball, near Firth. They married 3 Jun 1909. [They first lived in] Goshen, Idaho with Dads father and mother. [He] cleared land, worked as a water master and farmer. [Mom] helped with house work. [We made a] visit to Dad [sic] parents frequently - lived very close to them. [Made a] visit to mothers parents only 2-4 times in my lifetime. Heirlooms: needle work and dinn. ware. Family prayer was a daily custom. [Also] Take what food you want but eat all you take. I have a few of my fathers books. They are valuable to me because they were my fathers! I know of no one that my family treated as a blacksheep. The Stringhams and the Taylors both hold reunions. Every member of the family whether by birth or marriage is invited. I have only been to two myself. [At the reunion there is] eating and visiting. My family and I have never experienced racial, ethnic, religious or sexual discrimination as far as I know. Local events have effected my family life: WW II in US Navy For a total Korea in US Navy of Vietnam in US Navy 26 years I relied on my wife to raise my children about half the time I was in the Navy. I do not remember any one else residing in our home; occassionaly relatives visited us for a short time. [I] spent three years at Rota, Spain while serving in US Navy, 1960-1963. Traditions of ancestor's I knew were LDS Church related. As such I believe any active member of any church should follow the beliefs of the church they belong to. The homes I came in contact with the Stringham Family: Those that lived in the country on a farm usually had outside toilets. Had wells outside. Water was carried in. Had wood or coal burning cook and heating stoves. Usually no basement. Had adequate kitchen cupboard space. Usually had an attic. Uncle Benjamin Bovee lived in Shelley. They had indoor plumbing and a more modern home. Sleeping arrangements: Usually the boys bunched up in one bedroom. The girls were together. They eventually had private bedrooms when they got older. Furnishings were very frugal. Mother had a round oak dining table with enough chairs for every one. Each person had their place at the table. A kitchen table to prepare meals on usually. This table had a drawer for utensils. A bed and dresser in Mother's and Dad's room. Rowena had a bed, a rocking chair and a small dresser she had made from orange crate. In the boys room only room for one bed - slept three together at times. We used kerosene lanterns and lamps during this time. The rural electical [sic] project hadn't reached us. No radio. I remember we went to a neigbor's [sic] house to hear a Jack Dempsey boxing match over a radio. His opponent was Max Schmelling. We never had our own radio until we got electricity to our house. I would imagine this was some time in President Franklin D. Rosevelts [sic] first turm [sic], 1932-1936. Then the coal burning kitchen range was replaced by an electric range. A refriderator [sic] was added. Also the hand operating washing machine was replaced by an electric model. The hand operating butter churn was still used. I believe mother had stopped making her own lye soap. Food was preserved by canning or drying and an ice box. We put our own ice away in the winter. One year stored it in one side of the straw stack which had been formed by the threshing machine when our grains were shelled out and the chaff and straw were blown away. Later we purchased ice from Shelley. Mother also placed sheets on the roof of the garage and dried corn cut off the cob and some fruits in season. A closed can hung by rope into an open hand dug waterwell would keep milk cool and keep it from spoiling. Mother always had chickens for eggs, and for cooking. She bought chicks and we raised them. We raised our own pigs for sale and for cooking. We always had our own milk cows which furnished us our own drinking milk our cream and our butter. Mother skimmed the cream off the milk each day until she got enough to make butter or other delights like ice cream and whipped cream. We turned a hand freezer packed with ice to make the ice cream. Sure took a lot of turning to get hard enough to call ice cream. But it sure was good and it didn't happen very often. Eventually Dad bought a cream separator. We cranked it by hand, but it sure was better than skimming the milk by hand. This wa [sic] a D'Laval I believe. Flies were our biggest pest around the house. Fly swatters were our old standby for controlling them. If they got too bad, all perishable food in the house was covered or removed, then the flies were killed with a fly spray. I don't know the ingredients, probably bought from Raleigh or Watsons peddlers who came around periodically to the house. Had to be vacated for 2 or 3 hours. Mice were also a pest. Set mouse traps around house. Used poisoned wheat in areas where it wouldn't be a hazard to farm animals or person. I remember frequent dances held in the school house; music furnished by one of local families. She played the piano and he played the fiddle. Waltz, Virginia Reel, Cadrilles, Shottish were enjoyed by all ages. Also as refreshments, each lady made a box lunch and then they were auctioned off to highest bidder who got to eat with the lady of his choice or the one his finances could afford. Horse drawn buggy rides. Movies in Shelley to the north of us three miles. Courtship probably was similar as today with a much slower pace and more supervision and chaperones. Unique sayings: Dad referred to his baldness as "barefooted on top". In our family there were no curse or filthy words used in our conversation. To use the Lord's name as a curse word was blashemy [sic] and forbidden. Words such as shucks, darn and Oh Heck were used to let off steam. Also an ocassional [sic] Gee Whiz. I believe that every one of the family as far as I know was taught honesty. They were trained to do anything they endeavored, to the best of their ability and that when working for wages it was dishonest not to give a full days labor for what ever work you contracted to do. The sexual morality was something not even discussed. It was one of the things that would come along when you were married. I believe a little more understanding of sex at the proper age would have been beneficial to me. Sex would have assumed the beautiful thing that it can be. Not the forbidden taboo discussed in back alleys. Service to others was very important in our family life. Literature - magazines of the day. Newspaper (Salt Lake City Desert [sic] News). Magazines: Saturday Evening Post, Country Gentleman, Farmers Journal; Church literature. When we moved to the cities like Blackfoot and Idaho Falls we could check books out of public library. Also there was usually some one in some stage of scouting and Boys Life magazine came with the registration fee. Mother always had the Relief Society magazine and their [sic] was the Improvement Era. Both periodicals published by the LDS Church. [On the] 4th July Dad usually took us to ball games, swimming, sometimes at Lava Hot Springs or a family picnic. [In] Presto - last day of school: usually had an outing. A favorite place was Wolverine. They had a fish hatchery there (trout). We were allowed to fish using bread tied to a line. We usually used a willow pole. Fish had to be released and thrown back into the pond. A fish would swallow the bread and we would gently pull it back up and use it on the next fish. July 24: The birth day of LDS arrival at Salt Lake City. Led there by Brigham Young who assumed the prsidentcy [sic] after Joseph Smith was martyred in the prison at Carthage, Illinois. His brother Hyrum was also killed. Elder John Taylor was shot but not killed. He later became president. He was related to my grandfather Taylor. J. and maybe Sharon Gee probably have much on this lineage. How my ancestors traveled: I can only account for my ancesters [sic] by record as far back as my great grandfather Stringham, Jeremiah Stringham. I'm sure he traveled mostly by horse back, riding horse drawn wagons & buggies as he made his livelihood mostly by doing freighting and earth removing with horse drawn equipment. My grandfather William Elisha used train & horse drawn equipment to move about. My father used horses and I remember a 1926 Model T, a Graham Page, a 1934 Plymouth, and a 1938 Ford automobile. He had a 1926 Chev truck, a 1935? Chev truck, a 1935 Chev truck and 1941 International truck. With horses, twenty miles was a long way. The early autos cut the time, but roads were bad and a trip to the neighboring town for shopping was an all day job. As for security. I'm sure a person taking long trips with horses went armed. Around civilation [sic] and automobiles, I don't remember my Father being overly concerned except being selective with areas in which he parked for over night stays. Mostly neighbors and uncles, cousins and brothers traveled [sic] with my grandfathers on my fathers side. Entertainment was family centered: We pitched horse shoes. We used the real things - the kind that go on the horses. My brothers and I and Dad would frequently take time for a game after the noon meal. The Church had some dances. The school had dances, the community of Shelley had movies. During the era of the Big Bands, in Idaho Falls there was a dance hall called Wandamere in the area where Clarks later had their concrete block and pipe factory. They held dances for a fee every Sat nite. All of these entertainments helped bring people together for fun in an area where hard work was the norm. I have previously talked about the depression years of 1929-1933. This depression definitely effected the family: 1. During these years it was touch and go to provide the necessities of life; 2. It caused us to move out of a location where my brothers and sisters were born and had made friends, very likely it effected the choice of wives and husbands selected by me and my siblings. Military: I enlisted in the Navy 29 May 1941 and served during WW II as an aviation machinist mate. I was discharged 24 Oct 1945. I reenlisted 8 Mar 1948 and served until 16 Jul 1969. A total of 25 years, 9 mo., and 3 days (26 years for pay purposes.) During this service: 1. I trained and was qualified as a aviation mechanic and maintenance supervisor; 2. I trained and held positions as a leader; 3. I earned retirement benefits for me and my wife; 4. I met my wife of 52 years Madeline Virginia Baldwin, mother of my two sons, William Geo., and R. None of this would have likely happened if the depression and WW 2 had not occurred. Harold Harrell's service in the US Army no doubt matured him and helped him achieve the successes he achieved working for Clark Concrete Block and Pipe Factory in Idaho Falls. Glendon Lemaun Stringham enlisted in the Navy 1946. After his enlistment he was able to take advantage of the GI Bill and complete 4 years of college at Moscow, Idaho, where he met his wife Isabel and where his education enabled him to select a career in the insurance business and become successful in that field. While in the military, the following did not happen: 1. Died or was captured by the enemy; 2. Suffered disabling injuries; 3. Had hand to hand combat. 4. All returned home safely. The family fortune didn't survive the depression. Definitely losing every thing they had, effected Dad and Mother. The rest of Dad's life was spent trying to catch up. The sons and daughters of successful business men are sought after more than those who are not. But it gave each of us the opportunity to strike out on our own. Dad kept his head up by never admitting failure; he always kept trying to fight back. Mother was happy when her children prospered. Also when they served in the LDS Church. The following historical events affected life within my family: the Depression of the 1930's, World War II, the Korean police action, the Vietnam police action. During my time in the military I was gone on over seas assignment nearly 50% of the time. My wife had the responsibility of rearing our two sons William Geo. and R. while I was gone. I believe that all my family were industrious and hard working. They all prospered at some time in there [sic] life. My Father and Mother considered themselves Republicans. My wife and her family were also Republicans. I voted for the man or woman usually Republican. In my later years I have favored the platforms of the Democrats. No one in my immediate family was a politician. I remember these stories told by my father William Henry Stringham When I was a young boy of six years, I was delighted when I was allowed to go with my father and two older brothers to the clover field. For two or three years dad raised red clover for seed. In order to raise certified seed, the field had to have every weed removed. By weeds, this would mean any plant that was not red clover. At least every weed that would carry a seed pod or head at the same time as red clover. Dad and my oldest brother, James would find the weeds and either pull them up by hand or cut them off at the roots with a sharpened shovel. My job was to help, Willard collect the removed weeds till we each had a load, then carry them to a designated place out of the field of clover. We had to cover every square foot of the whole field. Occasionally dad would pull out his pocket watch, finally he said it was time to rest. Either Willard or I would pick up the canvas water bag, which kept water cool by evaporation. Each would drink as much as was needed. The water bag had to last till twelve o'clock-noon, when we usually went to the house for our noon meal. We called it dinner. I asked dad to tell us what he did at Halloween time when he was young. Dad loved to tell stories. I loved to hear them. I also was very tired and thought we might have more rest time if I got dad started on his stories. Story #1 Probably - Halloween- 1901 It seemed that one of the neighbors was quite a vain man. He had a beautiful buggy that he kept spotless. On the driver's side was a whip socket to hold a beautiful whip which was equal to the beauty of the buggy. The horses he used for the buggy were a matched team of sorrel geldings of medium weight. Each had near alike white blazes on the head and white stockings on the legs. They were a sight to see! My father was sixteen years of age. He had three acquaintances near his age. The three did a lot of talking and finally decided on their halloween prank. This is the story they related to my father. They waited till after midnight, then one slipped in, and removed that beautiful whip from the whip socket and joined the other boys. They found an outhouse that had human excrement nearly to the top of the seat. The whip handle was pushed into this mess just shy of whipsocket depth by a different boy. A third boy carried the whip back and put it in the buggy socket. He brought a clean rag with him to clean up any spillage over the top of the whipsocket. Now all had taken part. So no one would tell on the others without incriminating himself. The next morning being Sunday the sorrels were led out and hitched to the buggy by the vain neighbor. The horses were then tied to the hitching post, while he groomed himself and dressed in his Sunday Best. After untying the horses and holding on to the reins while he seated himself; he pulled the horses around and headed through the gate. Holding the reins in one hand, he reached for the whip and snapped it one time in the air to get the team's attention. As he put the whip back in the socket, he could see the mess all over his glove. He took one look at his glove and turned his team back toward the house. The boys who were watching from a concealed place thought they heard him say OHH!! _ _ _ _. The man never told anyone of this incident. The boys were afraid to. Story # 2 I asked for another story but we had to go back to work. The next rest period, someone asked dad, if he could remember any more Halloween stories to tell. This time the terrible three enticed more boys near their age to help. Their goal this year would require more muscle power. They picked a neighbor with a barn rather far from his house. This farmer kept his buggy near his house. Halloween night the buggy was quietly moved to the back of the barn. A ladder was removed from the barn and placed on the less visible side of the barn. Each boy had brought a lariat, one also brought a wheel retainer nut wrench. Quickly the buggy was partially disassembled. The largest boys climbed the ladder to roof top. Starting with the buggybox with axle assemblies attached, each assembled part was dragged up over the roof edge and then reassembled until the whole buggy was together and the rear wheels pointed to the roof ridge. Ropes had been attached to the rear axle. Four boys on the ridge pulled the buggy backward until the rear wheels slipped over the ridge. Ropes attached to the tongue held the buggy steady until the wheels were centered over the ridge and the buggy was stable. All ropes were removed. The ladder was taken back to where it came from. They all backed off to see the buggy straddling the roof ridge, then all headed for home, each hoping they wouldn't be identified as one of the culprits and have to take the buggy off the barn. All that work, for a laugh, which caused someone else misery, made the fathers of local boys suspicious. All volunteered their and their son's services to get the buggy down. While I was in the service, our outhouse was turned over. Our home was located in a northern area of Idaho Falls near the east side of the old airport bridge. We had no sewer hook ups. My wife Virginia called the police and an officer came out and helped her put it back in place. This was Halloween nite 1948. Trick or treat today has pretty nearly replaced the destructive tricks of those early years. Story 3 I am not quite sure of the occasion when this story was told. I believe it was told by dad, as a comment in a speech he gave in church. The story was about a woman who asked dad questions about polygamy during the period he was on his mission. She said, "Is it true Brigham Young had sixteen wives at one time?" Dad responded, "Yes, but did you know that, when he died, he left each of his wives ten thousand dollars?" The woman thought a moment and then said, "I wouldn't have minded being one of his wives." Her next question was, "How many wives do you have?" Dad responded: "Well I have four large strong wives to take care of the farm work and one skinny one like you to keep house." He got no more questions about polygamy that day. During dads mission he spent some time in Kellog, Idaho. Nearby, at the Bunker hill mine, had been found a large deposit of Lead ore. Dad brought home with him a Lead donkey which we had around the house for years. I don't know who has it today. There is a story behind the donkey. It seems an old prospector had a donkey. One day while out prospecting, the donkey started pawing the ground with his front hoofs. He kept at it so long that the prospector went up to investigate. Where that donkey was digging was found the Bunker Hill Lead deposit. I notice on an Idaho map, to the west of Kellog is Smelterville and to the south of Smelterville is Jackass Ski Bowl. Perhaps this vicinity is the location of the old bunker hill mine. I wish we had the lead donkey. It was rather large, about 4" from nose to tail and 3 1/2" high and made of solid lead. While playing with it, one of us had bent the tail so much it finally broke off Stories as remembered by Wayne T. Stringham April 26 1997 Wayne T Stringham


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HISTORY OF GLENDON E. HUMPHERYS Chapter 1 Family Background My mother died in Idaho Falls. She was 96. I imagine her highest level of education was in elementary school. She had 12 children: Preston Boyce. I always called him a brother because we both had the same mother. Pres had his faults but he was a good guy. He was a foreman up at Hill Field. He married Leona Rowley. Their children were M., L., J., S., Don. One time when we were in Downey, a California car pulled up. They were kind of cocky. Pres got out and said, "You Californians if you're looking for trouble, you came to the right place." He was serious then. He smoked and drank some. He used to offer me some whiskey. He quit those things and he and his family were sealed in the temple. I used to be quite close with Don Boyce. He was high priest group leader. He made me a date with a girl. I never did meet her, but I talked with her on the phone. I went to Don's and called her from there. I told her I would come over and pick her up. This big scary wind storm came up so I called her up and told her I was afraid to go out in the storm and she said she was too. We decided to postpone it for another time. I met Rowena right after that, and I feel that this storm came up for a purpose and the Lord didn't want me to go with her. LeGrand Boyce. He went to the service in the Navy. He died in 1932 from Nephritis that he got while he was in the Navy. He came home from the service in the early 20s and lived with us until he died. He was pretty good. He had a pension from the government of about $30-33 dollars a month. That was when money was money. He got his check and he went up to Sanderson's Auto Shop. He bought a Model T Ford from them. He drove it a lot and went fishing about every day except when his disease bothered him. He wasn't able to get married. Fred Boyce. As far as I was concerned, Fred was a good guy. He didn't live the principles of the gospel of Jesus Christ. I don't recall him ever going to Church. He stuck up for the Church and he was real good to me. When I got out of the hospital, I couldn't walk and he carried me around. The doctor said that the injury affected my growth and that I would be smaller. Fred would stick up for me and fight for me at the drop of a hat. He smoked, but not near as much as a lot of them. He married Coral Sant. They had M., Lula Beth, A., B., and Michele. Fred liked to fight. He very seldom took any guff from anybody. He was big and he was stout. His credit wasn't any good. I used to sign for him to get money. He never did give me any problem. He always paid it when I signed. He had a lot of friends, and he got a long with my dad real well. They farmed together for years. My dad always gave him a share. They got along real good, and he was quite dependable. He was a very good irrigator. That is what a lot of people hired him for was for irrigating. Hilda Boyce. Hilda was a pretty good girl. I don't remember what she did for us kids when she was younger. She married Buford Beasley. He wasn't a member of the Church. Her children were: Margaret, George, Margie, Darlene, Joyce, Lavon, G., N. and N. (twins), and another daughter. They moved down on the Indian Reservation just east of Fort Hall. They lived on Faulkner's place. In her later days she repented and got active and did quite a lot of temple work. In fact she did Buford's work and had him sealed to her. Hila Boyce. I remember Hila used to sing "I'd rather marry a young man, with an apple in his hand than to marry an old man with a 100 acres of land. For an old man is old and an old man is gray. But a young man's heart is filled with love. Get away old man get away." The funny thing was she married George Hanson who was twice or more her age. He was a professional piano player and he had an orchestra. Their children were: Leon, who was a pretty good boy, but he got killed or drowned when he was pretty young. He was driving along the canal bank and went into the canal and he drowned; B.; Gene; Louis-he lived back in Washington, D. C.; and Robert. She used to help my dad cut spuds every spring and pick spuds every fall. He always paid her, but he didn't pay us. Dad was good to Hila. She helped him even after she was married. She was quite popular. She went with Burt Sibbets who was the champion bronc rider. He went back to Madison Square Garden. After George Hansen died, she married Bill Cutler. After he died she married Red Anderson. He was about her age, but the others were much older. She had a stroke about 25 years ago or more. She raised dogs to sell before that. She shipped them all over the U. S. I guess. They were quite pretty dogs, but they were the barkingest dogs. She wanted mom to come and stay with her one time, but the barking bothered my mother. Hila said, "If they bark, I'll kill them." Mom said then, "I hope they bark." Georgia Boyce. She was only about 5 years older than me. She married Albert Miller. Their children were: L., L., G., Arlene, and R. I knew more about her than I did the other kids. I remember when she was going with Albert Miller. He seemed to be a pretty good guy, but he wasn't a member of the Church. They went to Livingston, Montana. He worked for a Darrell. They lived up there several years. Georgia went to Church and then when they had some children she took them too. After a few years, she finally got Albert to join the Church. He quit smoking long enough to join. I guess he went back to smoking. He was real good to Georgia and the kids. We liked him. He was quite a healthy, stout man. He was from Illinois. They decided to make a trip back to Illinois and while they were on this trip they had an accident. I don't know why he told me this, but he told me about the accident. Georgia was in the hospital and they didn't think she would live. She told Albert to marry someone that would be good to the kids. He claimed that he lifted the car up so he could get Georgia out from under the car and he took her to the hospital. When Georgia told him that, that broke Albert up. He told me that he prayed to the Lord, probably the first time he ever prayed alone, and promised the Lord that if Georgia lived he would never smoke again or drink any liquor. He told me these things and I believed him. I think he lived up to these promises to the Lord. He was real active in the Church. They were quite important in the Church when they lived in Arizona. They lived up in Logan for awhile. We went to visit them there and they had twice as much snow as we did in Idaho Falls. He got a temple recommend and went to the temple and had his family sealed to him. Georgia was always a little closer to us than the rest of the Boice family because she was closer to our age. Mom and I took a trip with them out to Oregon and down the coast. We had a pretty good trip, but we got separated. R. was with me, but we never did find them. We would visit each other while in Arizona. We had Thanksgiving and Christmas dinners there sometimes. We had a good relationship with her and her kids came to see us. When Albert died, we went to his funeral. Gilbert Humpherys. Gil and I were pretty close to the same age, only 13 months apart. We lived in the orchard where our place was. We had about a 10 acre orchard, but my dad got to drinking and lost the place, so we moved to Goshen. We growed up pretty well together. He married Robby Davis. She was a real good mixer with the family. He moved down to California and drove bus down there. He divorced down there. They had N., D., M., and R. He then went to Hill Field and worked. He met and married Thora Christensen. She made him quit smoking. He would quit for her but he wouldn't quit for me. They started going to Church and he held some office in the Sunday School. He was quite religious there for awhile. I have admired that in Thora that she straightened him out. Thora had a girl, when she married Gil. When Gil was little he had a different personality than I did. When we was little, he threw a butcher knife at me and cut me just over the eyes. He did pretty well and until he grew up and smoke and drank. Glendon Humpherys Floy Humpherys. Floy was the only girl from the last six kids. She was always a good girl. She used to ride a horse a lot. She married Roland Hawkes and their children were: Z., J., K., P., and R. All of her kids were married in the temple as far as I know. She died on 27 Dec 1995. She did quite a lot of temple work. We had a good relationship and she used to come and see me quite a bit. She liked Rowena real well. Her girl K. came up to visit us quite a bit. I remember one time they lived out at Riverside. I went out there to see them. They had an orchard and there was a bee nest up there in the tree. I threw some rocks at the nest and one bee came down and stung me which made me mad so I said I was going to knock it down for sure. I got some big rocks and knocked it down. I probably got stung another time or two. One got me right on the eyebrow. Gerald Humpherys. He was a guy that didn't want to assume any responsibility. In the army, he got mad at the sergeant. He told the sergeant that he was going to kill him so they took his guns away and locked him up. When we were going to school, and he played sick, dad would always take him with him, but not the rest of us kids. He smoked like a steam engine and drank, etc. Robert Humpherys. He used to work in the Mutual down at Pingree. He used to be at that time quite active in the Church. He got a recommend and he and his wife were married in the Logan Temple. He married Wilma Taylor and their children were: V., M., L., Bob, G., and Tammy. He started working on the railroad as a clerk. He always had a good job. He was big, and was built like the Thomas family. He is a real good mixer with people. After I moved away from Idaho Falls, he became quite active again. He has made quite a lot of money in his life. He always hated school. One time he was on the job, and got off work. He had 2-3 drinks under his belt. He started down the road and Jerry was with him. He hit in the back of one of those old Dodge cars. That is when he cut his tongue off. He went to the doctor and they sewed his tongue back on. One time he told off the superintendent of the railroad and they canned him. He hauled scrap iron for McCarties and made a lot of money with that. The union got him back on the railroad. He started doing some temple work. He has a good family. He has been real good with Tammy. He did real good on the railroad, and was quite responsible on it. He took care of things that needed to be taken care of. One time there was a railroad refrigerator car down on the reservation. It was real cold that night and he was concerned about the stuff in the railroad car so he went down to make sure everything was ok. Now Robert goes to Arizona during the winter time. He had a real good relationship with his family and they think a lot of him. Frank Humpherys. He was the baby of the family. He was a real good kid, everyone liked him. He completed high school and was an intelligent person. He went to the service; the army or navy, etc., during ww II. He was in Puerto Rico for a while stationed there. He met A. and married her, while he was in the service. Their children were: P., F., R., D., and one other boy. When he would come home, the first things he would do is get two chairs and put them down next to his mom and lay down upon them with his head in his mother's lap. If she would move, he would say, "Ma, quit it." He was a real loveable kid and had lots of friends. He was the most "ladies man" in the family. On 2 Jan 1951, he went to town or something. He had to come by our place and hit the bridge a little ways up the road. It was in the winter time and he might have slid or something. His car turned over into the canal. He died from this accident, never regaining consciousness. He died two days later. My mother was a hard working person. She had her hands full because she had us kids. Some of the Humpherys girls were older and could help. She went through a lot of hell trying to do things and keep the family going. Putting up with drunks and stuff like that. My mother was really a good honest person. She was born on a farm in Oxford, Idaho to Preston Thomas and Mary Ellen Sant. She was married in the Logan Temple. She had a good personality. She had a lot of friends. We didn't have much. I bought her first electric washer when we first got electricity. Before that, she washed clothes on a board. When she was at Oxford, she put up butter and hauled it to Smithfield, Utah and deliver it to stores. She was an excellent horseman, because she had to do it all the time. She wasn't short and used to be a little bit on the heavy side, but in later years was slim. Her hair was dark until it became grey. Her eyes were grey. Her talents were: horseriding, she was quite a sincere person in her religion, She was always a happy person. She had a lot of knowledge for the limited schooling she had. She had a better memory than I have. I have written quite a bit on Mom's life, but I don't know where it is now. When I got out of a doctor's care I took her on trips. I took her to California twice. One time we went to Sacramento and the other time I can't remember where. Her family was her great concern. Mom had a real hard life. When I was in the hospital from fall to spring, my mother visited me every day having to ride there on a horse. She had a lot of other kids to think of. She was a pleasant woman, loved her kids and loved life pretty well, even though it was hard on her. Mom used to put Gil and I on her lap and sing to us. She was really strict about people sleeping together that weren't married. She was a housekeeper. When Pearl and Aurilia were there, they gave her a lot of help. Pearl especially. Her father and my Grandpa Thomas was a big old Welshman, domineering. Grandma Thomas (Sant) was a very nice person. Grandma Thomas was real good to me. Aunt Margaret was good to us. They came from a good family. Aunt Susie lived at Sandy. The Thomas's other than my mother were staunch Democrats. My great grandfather had slaves. But Lincoln freed the slaves. When he did that they all became Democrats. The slaves loved him so much that some of them wanted to stay with him. This was Preston Thomas Sr. My mother's brothers and sisters were: Nellie May (mom was the oldest) Lucy. She married Howard Young. They had Lillie, Helen, Howard, Jean, and Preston. They had the Young Hotel in Shelley. Hilda and Hila used to work for her. Howard was a pretty good guy, but he smoked and drank. Their son Howard came down to work at Hill Field. Aunt Lucy died fairly young. We went to the funeral. Susan. She used to live in Shelley. She married Harvey Marchant. Aunt Susie was a pretty good person, except she was a real staunch Democrat. They moved to Sandy, and we used to visit there once in a while. They had big frogs then about 6" long. I caught one and ran into the house to show them and Aunt Susie said, "Don't show it to LaRue." because LaRue was pregnant. I guess they used to think that that would mark the baby I suppose. Anyway I didn't take it in and turned it loose. They had quite a few of them in Sandy. Pres was always making a practical joke on Uncle Harvey. One time, Pres told Uncle Harvey the following joke: One time a man killed him an animal, perhaps a young cow and skinned it and hung it up in a tree for a day or two and then brought it into the garage. He came out the next day and found that half of the carcass was gone. He said, "Those darn Republicans have come and taken half of my animal." Another said, "How do you know that it was a Republican?" and he said, "If it was a Democrat, he would have taken the whole thing." Uncle Harvey, when hearing Pres tell that story, said, "Well, I don't know about that." They had a pretty good family: LaRue, Ralph, Connie, and several others. Mary. She lived down at Peoa, Utah and she married Ab Marchant. They had Larue, Ralph, Connie, and some others. Mary was a religious person. She and Uncle Ab filled a mission after he retired. They were real active in the Church. I didn't know her too well. Dave. We liked Uncle Dave. He worked for the railroad, as a pumper. Sometimes I would go out with him pumping. We would have to go to a place out in the desert, close to the Arco, Idaho. He would check the tanks to see that they had water in them. He would pump it full. At that time, the trains would run on steam and so would have to have water. He claimed to be quite religious, but he smoke and drank. He quit smoking. His children were V., E., W., Preston (he was killed when they lived in St. Anthony; a horse kicked him in the head and killed him. After that Dave never had any use for horses.), He married Mary Clifford. He was good to me. Frank. I can't tell much about him, except they adopted a girl named T. I don't think I ever seen her. He moved to California or Colorado somewhere. I didn't get to see him much after that. We quite liked him. He moved when I was young. George. He came down and worked in Moreland while we lived in Groveland. He stayed with us then. He married Jessie Thompson. Their children were: Lois, Wayne (living in Peoa), twins Mary and Mable, Larue, another set of twins Norma and Norman. He never did divorce, but he was married when he was living with us. My mother made beer for my dad so he wouldn't drink whiskey. She would take him a sandwich and bottle of beer every day while he was out mowing. She made it in a 10 gallon jar. Us kids would have to wash the bottles. We had a capper that would put the caps on. Uncle George would come down there and I'll bet he would drink two quarts. He wouldn't drink so much when it was soft, but when it was hard . . . My grandfather Thomas was a butcher. George ran the meat wagon and he would go out in the country and peddle the meat. I guess they done pretty good on it. Willis. I don't know much about him. He married Verla Stewart I think. I don't know if they had any children or not. One time he had LeGrand down one time and was grabbing a hold of his lips. LeGrand's lips were easy to make bleed. My mother came up and said, she would kick him if he didn't let go. Larue. She was a real good person to me and I loved her. She married Wallace Cook. Their children were: Barbara, Wallace Jr., Bonnie (she married a Hebdon), and J. (she married D. H.) Uncle Wallace worked at Pennys. He had a stroke and it paralyzed his body from his waist down. He had no control of his bowels and couldn't walk. Larue took care of him, but the strain shortened her life. Aunt Larue was going to put him in a nursing home. He lived several years in the nursing home. He was a big man and it was just too much for Aunt Larue to take care of him. She lived alone for a few years later and then she died. Wallace Jr. was a bishop in Pocatello. He wanted to get out of it because they kept them in longer then, so he moved to another ward and they put him in bishop there. Then he moved to Boise and they put him in bishop there. He was a real good man and was real active in the Church. Later he moved to Salt Lake and I understand he was put in bishop there, but I don't know. He should still be living. Larue was better to me than my brothers and sisters. They used to have a player piano and I would go down and play it. When we visited, I would take my mother with. She liked Rowena too. She knew I was on phenobarbital, and would have me leave one tablet with her which she would break up into smaller pieces and take. That would help her sleep at night. The doctor wouldn't give her any. Rowena said, I shouldn't give her any, because they might cut me off. I hated not giving her any because it helped her so much. But because of what Rowena said, I quit giving them to her. My mother went to school in Franklin County somewhere in Oxford or Preston. She worked for the Methodist Church cleaning their building before she married my dad. She cleaned for other people. There were no relief programs in those days. My father died in Shelley, Idaho. He was about 63. My father went to high school in Paris, Idaho. Evidently he graduated. He was a farmer. As far as I'm concerned, he was a good man. He had a habit of drinking some. Gil and I uncovered a bottle of whiskey he hid in the hay stack. He asked us if we knew where it was and said he would give us 50 cents if we would tell him. That was good money. My mother and father both believed in the Republican Party. This year (1994) I have a notion to vote straight Republican. It has been years and years since I have done that. He was a good farmer and his word was his honor. A lady at the bank said his word was as good as his signature. He was a good provider. We never went to bed hungry. Maybe it was bread and milk or fruit, etc. He did like to fish. While I was around him he was pretty good. He had a pretty good sense of humor. Fred and Uncle Harvey got in an argument. Fred said, for two cents I'll hit ya. Mom said, "Fred, look what you did, you got mad at Uncle Harvey and Aunt Susie had a baby girl last night. Dad said, "Well I hope you don't get mad at Nel (my mother)." He chewed tobacco. We had a touring car. None of us kids wanted to sit in the side behind him because when he spit it would come back. I suppose we had fights about that although I didn't because I was too weak. He was small like me. Kind of round shouldered. He wasn't bent over as much as me. Of course I am about 20 years older than he was when he died. His hair was kind of a brownish grey in my years. He had a moustache that he wore all his life. Mom said he shaved it off once and I didn't recognize him. His talent was in farming. People said he was a real good irrigator. His disposition was good some of the time and I'm sure not good sometime. He was a good manager. He was kind of a joker some of the time. He and Fred (Boice - my brother) got along real well. Regarding his role in the home, he was the head of the household, for sure. When he talked all of kids listened. When he looked at us it was almost like a lickin. We always had family prayer every morning. I don't know how they got all of us around that dining room table, but they did. I don't think we ever missed prayer. His brothers and sisters were: Dave. He was about the only one on my father's family that I knew. He used to come to our place, not real often, but once in a while. He seemed to be a pretty good guy. I don't know if he was married or not. He never had a wife when he came. George William (my father) His children (11) were: Vinnie Humpherys. She was a good person. She married Lawrence Hansen. They come down to see us quite often, about once a month. He always drove a Buick. She was a good woman and they raised a good family. Their children were Denzel, Cecil, and Zelda. Zelda married Glen Westergaard. She had leukemia from which she died. Sarah Humpherys. She married Arnold Wadsworth. We didn't really have much association with Sarah. I did have a fairly good relationship with her son Vaughn. He was a mechanic and I used to take my car into him and he had religion in him. Her children were, Vaughn and several boys and girls. Sarah's granddaughter used to come and see me when we lived at the Boise place. She had a recording machine and got some of my life history. I can't think of her name. She asked me when I was born, and I said, on the 13th month, 13th day of 1913. Later I was snickering and she asked me what I was laughing about and I said, Oh nothing. Later she listened to it and said there was no 13th month. She erased that and had me record it again. I haven't seen her for years and years. She married her husband before my dad and mother got married. Phyllis. I didn't know her that well. She lived up at Ammon with Sarah and Arnold Wadsworth. She married but I don't remember who it was. Pearl Humpherys. She was a real good girl at home. Mother said she helped her more than any other girl she had ever seen. She got married to Gus Anderson. Her children were: Ural, Lila, Beula, and others. She was a real pretty girl and was real popular. Her and Gus were real popular when they went out in society. They divorced. Then she married a man and lived in California. After that she used to come up and see mom. She died around Pasadena. Arelia Humpherys. She was pretty fair when she was home and then she married Roy Sessions. They lived around Idaho Falls where she died. He died several years before she did. I think he was pretty well off. Arelia used to help take care of us kids. She was about Hilda's age. I've been up to her place quite a few times. I didn't do a lot of visiting but I would stop in and see how she was. William Humpherys. Bill as far as I know was pretty good. Bill married Fontella Anderson and their children were: Urel, Lila, Beulah, and some more. They got divorced. She moved to Butte, Montana. Bill came back home to live then. He used to sit on a chair and hold his hands and tears would fall down. He would say to my mom, "How could you take me back after I caused you so much trouble?" and mom said, because you are one of the family. I don't know what trouble he caused. He later married Cora Mitchell, and I don't know if they had any children. As far as I know he lived a pretty good life. He and Fred Boice were real good friends. He went somewhere and then came back and started to work for Charlie Jones making $100 a month. We thought that was real good money in those days. Orrin Humpherys. He was a pretty good guy. He married Elthea Davis. Their children were: N., and some twins. Rowena and I visited them a lot. He had these special made shoes so he could walk, because one leg was shorter than the other. He used to be a cook at Ted's Place in Blackfoot (a pool hall). He cooked in some restaurants too. I was the one that told him that his brother Gene had died. He was always friendly with me. When he died, N. asked me to help with the arrangements. I dedicated the grave. I would like to see her again, but I never will in this life again. She lived just this side of Boise. Gene Humpherys. I don't know a lot about Gene, only my mother said he was one of the best boys that she had known. My mother said he was real handsome and a real nice boy. He married Hazel and had some children. He was gone from home before I remembered. I think they lived in California, but I don't know what part. He had a big Hudson when he came to our place once. Jessie Humpherys. He was a good guy as far as I was concerned. I don't remember him either smoking or drinking. I know he ran a mile before breakfast every morning. He was quite tall, one of the tallest Humpherys I remember. He married Neta Johnson, who is C.'s mother. Their children were: C., and others. He had a Maytag business in Washington. He divorced Neta and then married C., a Mexican girl. She lives in Guadalajara, Mexico and we stayed with her several days there once. She is now a member of the Church. Vernal Humpherys. He was the same age as Georgia, and they were pretty good friends. Georgia was my mother's baby and Vernal was my father's baby. Vern went to Spokane, Washington and started up a bakery business. He made "Vern's Pie" and I guess really made some good money. I don't know the name of his first wife, but his second wife was Zella. I don't know the names of any of his children. He sold his bakery business and went to law school, perhaps in Seattle for all I know. He got his degree and started up his business in Vista or Val Vista, California, near Oceanside. He really got into money fast then. He built him a new house that was kind of on a hill. He bought the whole hill so people couldn't move in close to him. After Rowena and I were married, we went to see Wayne and Virginia. From their place we went to see Vern. That is the first time I have ever stayed in a millionaire's home. D. and R. were with us. He used to come up and see us. He bought a new Chrysler New Yorker every year in January. I think he drifted away from the Church. He sold his place there and bought one down in San Diego. Ivan Humpherys. He died at birth along with his mother. My father's father was George Sudbury Humpherys. He came to our place because mom told me about him. I don't remember him. I do remember Uncle Dave. I never did see my grandmother Humpherys. My mother said she was a very nice person. Jerry was the black sheep of the family. He was considered a "black sheep" because he never went to church. At least he didn't go with me. My mother went with me a lot. I appreciated that very much. I went down to see Mom about twice a week. A lot of time I would take S. and I would take Rowena with me. Jerry went into the service and was the kind that didn't want to take orders. They made him an M.P. because he was good with a gun. Jerry threatened to kill his commanding officer. They locked Jerry up until his officer was shipped out. Then they made him an M.P. again. He always thought everyone should look up to him. He smoked and drank. That is what shortened his life. He was always a little ornery and overbearing. I was born in Shelley, Idaho. Most of us were born there. Mom told me that she saw a cute little boy named Glendon so when I was born that's what she named me. I was born in the Cutler Maternity Home in Shelley. My most vivid childhood memory was when I got hit in the head with the swing. I also remember when we had to run to catch the school wagon. When my dad's wife died, she left him with 11 living children. They were quite strict with the children. My dad didn't have to discipline. All he had to do was look at us. We minded mom. Gil and I used to play with our carts which I understand they got off of a binder and put together. We used to use a tire a lot of times and roll it on the ground and run along with it. We didn't have any toys that I remember. My favorite nursery rhymes were "Jack and Jill went up the hill to get a pail of water, Jack fell down and broke his crown and Jill came tumbling after." My mother used to sing us to sleep. She read stories to us once in a while. She would sing: "Oh don't you remember a long time ago; Two poor little babes their names I don't know; Got stolen away one bright summer day; And got lost in the woods I have heard people say; And when they were dead the Robins so red; Took strawberry leaves and over them spread; Then sang them a song all through the night long; Poor little babes they laid down and died." Gil and I would ask her if a bear got them, because we were greatly afraid of bears. One time we were in the orchard and heard a noise. We ran to the house and told them there was a bear outside in the orchard. They asked what was it like. We said, it made a noise "who, who, who". And they went out and looked and it was a dove making the noise. I must have been about three then. I can remember better back then eighty years ago than I can yesterday. In the summer time we would stay so late playing games until they made us go in. One game was: taking a broom handle with everyone sitting down in a circle. The one having the broomstick would be in the center. He would go up to someone in the circle and say, "Here comes an old lady with a stick and a staff and you must neither smile nor laugh, but say, `Right down `I will.'" The person you say that too says, "I will." and you ask a question such as, "Will you kiss a certain girl?" and they say, "I will." and they have to answer it without laughing or smiling. If they smile or laugh they have to take the broom and go in the center. Another more common game we played was hide-and-go-seek. The person that was "it" put his head up to the wall and would count to ten. The other person would go hide and you would then have to seek them. Another game was run-sheepy-run. In this game, a person would be "it" and would put his head down and count to 30. The others would run and hide and try to sneak back to touch a designated place so that they would be free. However if the person that was "it" saw them he would say, "I can see you, . . ." Then you would be the one that was "it". Another rhyme was: "Clickety Clickety Clock, the mouse run up the clock. The clock struck one and down he come. So Clickety Clickety Clock." Two of mother's sisters married Marchants. The other was Abraham (Abe). We like him pretty good. He lived in Peoa. He was quite religious. He and his wife went on a mission not too many years before they died. Gil and I about lived in the crabtree. In the afternoon someone would come and get us to come in and take a nap. Mom would put us on her lap and sing us to sleep and then put us down for our nap. Apples, peaches, plumbs and apricots were my favorite food. Mother used to dry apples. She would cut them up into about 6-8 pieces and dry them. In the wintertime we would eat them like raisins. Of course we didn't have the money to buy raisins. We first start doing chores around home before we were five, I helped bring in the kindling wood. I had to do that for as long as I could remember because they said I made the best kindling wood. I would try to get an old cedar post to use. Kindling wood was used to start the fire. We had to get in the other wood and coal. Sometimes we had coke, but we couldn't afford it very often. The first holiday I remember was Christmas. About all we got was some nuts, candy and an orange. We didn't get any presents when I was a kid. After we started school, we might get a new pair of overalls. When we got new overalls, we thought we were really dressed up. I also remembered Washington's birthday and then Lincoln's. I also remember the 4th of July because it was quite important to us. When I was a young child we lived in a brick house that was just south of the sugar factory in Shelley. I don't remember the walls on the inside being finished. When we moved to Goshen before I went to school, we lived in a log house for about two years. When we moved from Goshen, we lived on the Naylor place. It was on the second corner south of the sugar factory. We lived there 3-4 years and then my father rented a place from Tandy and Wood which was 1/4 mile north of the Naylor place. We lived there for several years. I think that is where we lived when I got my skull fractured although it could have been on the Naylor place. The reason we moved so often is because we were renting. My father had a farm just below the sugar factory but he lost it just before the depression because he started drinking. Mrs McGuire bought it. Chapter 2 School Days The only school I attended was Basalt Elementary School in Basalt, Idaho. I was not able to attend high school because of my health problems. I received a diploma from completing the eighth grade. I graduated from there before my health problem hit me. I took a high school equivalency test after I married Rowena which I passed. I did a lot of study at home because of my health problems, being good in reading, spelling, and math, but not geography. One of my favorite teachers was Mrs. Criddle. I was so bashful that I would hardly talk to any of the teachers. She paid extra attention to me, I guess. Another one I liked was Mr. McCory who taught me in the 7th grade. Deloy Daw and Eugene Farrar were my best buddies in school. One kid was a bully Ellis Hiatt and all of us were scared of him. I guess all we would have had to do is punch him in the nose. One experience I remember about Gil was he was a year older and they were going to pass him on to the third grade which they did. One day he came back to the class bawling because he didn't want to leave us, I guess. They let him stay with us a few days and then put him back into the third grade. I caught up to him in the eighth grade. I was real bashful. Yale Christensen and Eugene Farrar were special friends in school. Another was Deloy Daw. After my skull was fractured, I wasn't permitted to play any sports or other activities at school. I was good in reading, writing, arithmetic and spelling. Relatives would come to visit about one day a month on average. When they would come, we would run and hide. We liked Uncle George Thomas, until he got drinking so much. My mother made home-made brew: she had a 5 gallon crock jar. She would put the hops and malt and water in and yeast. We had to help bottle it. We would wash the bottles and get them real clean. Two or three would bottle it, one or two cap it and one put it away. We weren't allowed to drink any of it. When it was "soft", it had no alcohol. The longer it would sit, the harder it became. My dad drank it soft and hard. Uncle George would come down and drink it. If it was hard, he would get drunk. My mother made this drink to keep my dad from buying whiskey. Dad would start the mower about 6:00 in the morning. Mom would bring him a bottle of this beer and a sandwich twice a day. We would bring another team of horses out to him about 1:00 to switch with the others. He would also come in for dinner and rest for a while and then go back out mowing hay. We had over a 100 acres of hay. Gil would run the rake and us kids would go out and pile the hay. I would work on little projects inside such as making a table. I wasn't allowed to go out in the sun much and when I did, I had to keep something on my head all the time. There was a lot of alcoholism then. I don't know why. We weren't visited by relatives that often because they had to come by horse and buggy. Dad would also grow wheat and in the fall he would set aside enough wheat for us. We would haul it into the mill and make flower out of it, enough to last for the year. We would leave the flour there and when we needed some, we would take the wagon in and get a sack of flour. I only remember one vacation we had before my father died. We went to Yellowstone Park and that was when there were hardly any people up there. We went several times after he died. One time we built a campfire and we needed wood. I climbed a tree and would get above an old dead limb and give it a kick and it would come down. I remember one individual being there from Illinois who said, "I would give $1000 to be able to climb a tree like that." That was when a $1000 was a lot of money. Another time we went with Coral and Fred Sant. I didn't know it, but a bear was coming after me. Fred kept yelling at me, and then he hollered at the bear and the bear turned and went a different direction. We had dogs for pets. They always stayed outside. One time we had a real pretty cat that I liked real well. I bought a Dodge pickup and I was going into town to get some building materials. I put the pickup in reverse and backed up over the cat and killed it. I built a homemade camper over this pickup. I took my Mom and Georgia and Albert Miller to Oregon and then down the Coast. We got separated, I don't know how. I had R. with me. He was a little boy. I parked and waited several hours for them but they didn't come. I got on the interstate. I picked up a passenger and we traveled to Eureka. R. was bawling because he didn't have his parents. So I decided to go home. When we traveled about 100 miles, I traveled north, and I saw them traveling south. I found an exit and turned around and caught up to them. I couldn't get them to stop at first, but I passed them and pulled over and they stopped. I told them I wanted to go home, but decided to go with them further. I pulled into a station to get some gas. I checked the oil and was going to put a quart in, but they didn't have Pennzoil. I went to another place, and when I turned a woman hit me in the rear. I pulled into a service station and called the police and told them to stop Georgia and Albert's car, because I had an accident. The police stopped them and they turned around. We stopped for a motel. Sometimes back then we wouldn't stop at a motel but would sleep out. I also had the camper. We had a good trip. My favorite songs are: Brightly Beams Our Father's Mercy, I Know That My Redeemer Lives; [When I was getting my divorce I always liked to sing this song: He lives to calm my troubled heart.] Come Come Ye Saints; School Thy Feelings. I used to sing in a quartet when I lived in Woodville. I was quite important when I lived there. I was also important in Arizona, but I have not been here. I was in this quartet for two years. I was also the chairman of the Genealogical committee. This was while I was married to Reoma. When I was a kid we used to go to the Virginia Theater in Shelley, "once in a blue moon". We had to walk to town. I used to like to go to town and park and watch the people and the things they did. My favorite radio program was "Amos and Andy". My favorite hobby was camping. I also liked to climb trees. One time I was sitting in the car on the street in Blackfoot. Across the street I saw who I thought was Floy. I turned around the car and drove up and parked and got out. I went up to her and grabbed her and yelled, but it was the Chaffin girl. I was so embarrassed. I apologized to her three times. I have done quite a few stupid things in my life. Our family was very big. There were so many that we didn't have to have any of the neighbors to play with, because we always had family to play with. The brothers and sisters got along quite well. However, they gave Orrin a bad time once in a while. He had spinal meningitis or something like that and had to walk on crutches. The kids sometimes would take his crutches from him. Vernal (the youngest in father's first family) would go in the corner and bawl. I don't remember what for. He would make a lot of noise anyway. My dad told him to quit and he would. He didn't have to hit any of us. When he spoke, we all listened. Our family was poor. Not that dad wasn't a good farmer, but he got to drinking. He quit drinking, but I don't know when. He used to say, "I'll beat the liver out of Ya!" which is where I got the saying from. Father seemed to cater to Hila (a Boice) the most. He would always hire her, etc. A lady in the bank once told me about my dad, "His word is as good as his signature." My dad was well respected by the bank and other people like that. We didn't have anything when I was young. I have a lot more now than they did then. I didn't get out from under a doctor’s care until I was 27-28. By doctor's care I mean my problem with my head. I had to go once or twice a week until then. My growth was hampered because of my health problems. My family got along with their neighbors as far as I know. Batemans were our only neighbors. Others thought we were all right. We traveled mainly by horse and buggy or wagon when I was young. My dad bought a new car (a 1924 Dodge sedan). On this one we could turn the windows up and didn't have to worry about getting his spit in our face. His first car that I remember was a 1918 Studebaker. (If it seen a puddle a quarter of the mile away it would stop. This is a joke, but it would get water on the distributor cap a lot and then we had to take the wires out and dry them and pump air into the distributor to make it dry.) He also had another Studebaker (about 1922). He also bought a 1926 Dodge. In 1929 he bought a Grampaige and that was the worst car we ever had. The Depression was real bad. My father wasn't living through most of it. He died about 1932. Frank made money by catching gophers. He would get 10 cents apiece. Some days he would catch up to 3. We always had plenty to eat while dad was living. After dad died, we didn't always have enough to eat. We were renting the farm we were living on, and the landlord said, we kids weren't big enough to run it. So we had to leave that place and moved to Pingree. We bought a place in Pingree, but couldn't make a go of it because there was too much lava rock. We bought it from T. P. Fackrell. We couldn't make the payments and he had a mortgage on our cattle and was going to take them and that was how we made our living. Mother sent a letter to Governor C. Ben Ross about it and he blocked the foreclosure on the cattle. We did have to leave the Pingree place. We rented a place on the Blackfoot River, the Fred Twitchell place. When we were struggling, Bishop Buchanan would bring us groceries once in a while. We had our cows and pigs, etc. I don't think we had a lot of sickness in the family. Hila had appendicitis once. My father died from pneumonia. His kids paid for the funeral. Oliver Humpherys was the Bishop. He was a good man. He was quite well off. He conducted the funeral and also spoke. When he got up, he praised mom for all she had done. I was about 19 when he died. We used to buy coal. Gil and I had to go get the coal. We used to throw one piece of coal against another to break it up into smaller pieces. While I had a hold of one piece, Gil threw another (not on purpose) against my finger. My mother splinted it with matchsticks and string and then put a piece of white cloth around it because it was bleeding. I had to go to a doctor and it is as if I have no joint there now. When I was young when my father died, his first family paid for the funeral costs. My dad's first wife died at childbirth and the baby too. Its name was Ivan. This was her 11 or 12th child. When my dad died, they kicked us out of our home. We moved to Pingree. It took us about a month to move. Fred Boice (mom's son by her first marriage) helped us a lot. When I was in the hospital, they asked if I wanted to be administered to. I didn't know because I had never had it done before. They talked to me about it and I said OK. So they administered to me every day for 6 months. I got a lot better. I have a lot of faith in administering. In 1959 I broke my back and Bishop Gardner of the Rose Ward administered to me. I'm sure that was one of the best blessings I could get. After that, I started to get better. I wasn't in scouting as a youth. They made me a scoutmaster for a short period of time, until we moved out of the ward. I was also the ward clerk, but they didn't set me apart because I was moving out of the ward. I was in the Sunday School most of the time. I was a scoutmaster once when we were down at Pingree. I started school in about 1919-20. I went to the Basalt Elementary. We rode to school on the school wagon. We had some drivers that we didn't like very well, but I liked Loren Walker a lot. It was about 8 or 9 miles to go to school. The school had 8 grades in it. The school had enough rooms for each of the grades and rest rooms for the boys and the girls. We used to think it was crazy having a rest room inside, but in the winter time it was real good. After my skull fracture it was different because I couldn't go outside and play with the rest of the kids. I was barred from all activity. I was real bashful when I was young. I didn't hardly ask the teacher to go to the bathroom. We would have to ask the teacher when we needed to go to the bathroom. Mrs. Waller was my first teacher. Her husband was the principal. As far as I remember she was a good teacher. Gil and I both started school the same time because he didn't want to go to school until I started. In school we had a tablet with sheets of paper that we wrote things down on. An egg was worth 5 cents and when we needed a tablet, we would take an egg to the store and get a tablet. My favorite subjects in school were reading, writing and arithmetic. There was a place out in back of the school where they had swings and a "slippery board" which was a slippery slide. We took a sandwich for lunch and an apple. For summer vacations we worked quite a bit on the farm. Those were the good old days when we would get out of school. When we got out we were thrilled to death. We wore overalls during the summer. We would wear overalls to school too. We lived in Goshen but I wasn't old enough to go to school then. I went to this school until I graduated in the 8th grade. I didn't go to any school after the 8th grade. Apples were my favorite food because we raised them. Gil and I got sick one day from eating green crabs (crabapples). I haven't wanted to eat any of them since. We used to roast crabs once in a while. That's what we were doing when we burnt the barn shed and peastack down. We had stacked the peas up waiting for the thrasher to come and harvest them. It burned the whole stack down. We used to eat a lot of clabber (yogurt). Mother used to set out a pan of milk and let it get sour. It would turn to clabber. We would sprinkle sugar on it and eat it. When I got a little older I used to cook taters on the stove. I would slice them quite thin and put them on the lid of the stove where the fire was. We would turn them over when they were brown and let them brown on the other side and then eat them. I've done that a lot in my life. Mother used to fry potatoes and once in a while would fry meat. Most of the time the meat was boiled. We would kill a chicken once in a while and eat it. When I was older, I had the responsibility of killing and cleaning the chicken. We would also kill one or two pigs a year. It would take 2-3 hours to scrap the skin and hair off the pig. We would boil water and fill a barrel. We had a stand in it to put the pig on. We would put the pig in the barrel to help get the skin and hair off. After this treatment, the hair would come off quite easy. Then we would cut it open and save the liver, heart and head. Mother would make head cheese out of the head. We used to love head cheese. After the pig was cleaned, we would let the pig stay overnight up in the tree or hanging on a pole and then we would cut it up. If the weather was cold, we would leave it and cut some off when we needed it. We used to really like the tender loin part. We would have bacon, but it was not cured. When we lived near Blackfoot, we rented a locker and put the pig in it. We used to like pig better than we did beef. Now I can't eat ham because it is sugar cured. Mother baked bread twice a week and would bake 17 loaves at a time. The bread sure disappeared. When you have 17-18 people sitting down at the table 3 times a day for years. She used to make all the bread, she made real good bread. She would make biscuits. I would take the biscuit and take the crust off and throw the rest away. Mother would get after me for that and I would tell her I didn't like that part and she said well then give it to me. She used to cook apples a lot. She always had good luck canning fruit. She must have been good at it because we very seldom had a bottle spoil on us. My mother used to dry apples and prunes. I heard her say she canned 500 quarts of peaches a year. The clothing style in my school years was just plain clothing; overalls were what we wore. Our sunday cloths consisted of pants that fastened around the knees, light-colored shirts. (My mother made a lot of our shirts.) Chapter 3 Teen Years My teenage life was ruined because I had to stay close to my mother all the time. We lived on the farm and didn't have much of anything. We had something to eat all of the time. As a teenager, I couldn't go out outside much, the doctors wouldn't let me. They barred me from drinking any coffee. My parents drank coffee. My youth days were ruined. My father died when I was 18. My mother done the best she could. I don't remember being rebellious as a teenager, but I could have been. I don't remember much of my teenage life. I couldn't work out in the fields so I would build inside. I built a little table that I was proud of, but I don't know where it went since my mother died. Once in a great while we went to the Virginia theater in Shelley. I think it cost a nickel or dime for us kids. I don't remember any of the movies I saw. I liked to go camping. My first fulltime job was at Grimm Alfalfa Seed Growers. I started in 1943. I was the "gravity" operator. I operated the "gravity" machine for cleaning clover seed. I liked my job. It paid 75 cents an hour. I worked there 5 years. After we moved to Groveland, I started going to Church. I liked going and I got involved in doing genealogy. This was about 1943/4. I helped build the Groveland Church. I helped install the floor of the Blackfoot tabernacle in about 1948. I went to Bishop Hale to get a temple recommend and he didn't want to give me one. He wanted me to wait until I was ready to get married. My ward teaching companion Orson Callister Sr. said, "Brother Humpherys why don't you go to the temple?" I said, "I would like to for my health, but the bishop won't give me a recommend." He asked, "Why not?" I told him what the bishop had said. He said, "You give me three days." I said, "Ok". (He was the bishop's father-in-law.) In about that length of time, Bishop Hale called me in and asked if I wanted a recommend. I told him I did for my health. He gave me one and I went to the temple in 1949 at Idaho Falls. I started going to the temple then, as often as I could afford to (I had a little money then because I was working). It was real inspiring to me although I could never hear well. Now you can hear everything because it is all distinct and plain, but back then it wasn't. I think going to the temple did improve my health. My family didn't study the scriptures together. My mother would go to church with me but none of the rest of the family would go until we moved to Pingree. Rob went, but Jerry never did. Frank went once in a while. Floy and Roland went often. I didn't start going to church regularly until the bishop came and asked me to be in the sunday school superintendency. My parents knew that the church was true. They got married for time in the Logan Temple. My dad didn't attend church much that I remember. Wherever we went it was with a horse and buggy or ride a horse. It was pretty hard to keep decent clothes (or keep them looking decent) riding a horse. Rowena and I taught genealogy classes in two wards. We also taught a youth class that included the Collete kids across the street. I would have to go sit between some of them because they were rowdy. When I was in the hospital, they asked me if I wanted the Elders. At that time I didn't hardly know what the Elders were. Someone told me about them. Later, when they asked me if I wanted them to come I said yes. They visited me once every night for 3 - 4 months. When I was feeling better, some felt I didn't need them to come anymore. I feel you never get to the point where you don't need them to come. I don't remember being a deacon but I do remember being a priest and then they advanced me to an Elder in 1948/1949. My family recognized birthdays. We didn't really celebrate them. Once in a while we got a present, such as a pocketknife which cost about 15 cents. I was under a doctor's care when I became a teenager so I guess I didn't give it much thought about becoming one. My most unpleasant time when I was a teenager was when I would have a convulsion. I knew ahead of time that they were going to happen. Sometimes I could do something about them. One thing I would do was straighten up my thinking. When you are concentrating and thinking deep, that is when they would come. When I felt one coming, I would stop thinking deeply and you could put it off. Maybe it would come the next day, but I wouldn't know. When I first started having them I would go unconscious. It straightened up when they put me on phenobarbital in the fall of 1938. It took about a year to get the proper dosage. I never had one when I was driving a car. The seizures started happening right after I completed elementary school, although some may have occurred in the hospital. Fred Boyce was with me when I started having them and he would call for mom to come running. Fred was good with me because when I got out of the hospital, I couldn't walk so he packed me around. The seizures went in cycles once a month or sometimes more often. Sometimes I would go two months. I couldn't go to church when I was in that condition. We didn't go anywhere much. In 1939 when they became controlled, then we could go places. I felt like I was out of jail, I could go places and not have to worry. It was like I had a great sense of freedom. I could ride horses, etc. I did have one worry, the phenobarbital used to make me sleepy. I went to sleep real easy, but not when I drove a car. All because of the accident with the swing when I was young. Most of my health problems such as hearing, allergies, etc., were caused by that accident. When I was younger, and Gil and I would ride a horse, we would be loping along, and the horse would come to a ditch and stop abruptly. Gil being in front would be thrown off to the other side of the ditch and I would be thrown off on top of him. Chapter 4 Becoming a Young Adult After I got divorced, I decided I wouldn't marry another American woman. I went to the dance. I had to force myself to go. I had tried to force myself to go other times but didn't make it. I met Rowena there. I didn't get to take her home that night but I did take Millie Hill home. I met and danced with Rowena that night. I think she was going home with someone else. This was the night before Christmas. The next Saturday night New Year’s Eve, I took her home that night. I told her I'm not driving a car but I'm driving a pickup, but it is real dependable. I was quite impressed with Rowena, she seemed to be a common person, someone I could talk to. After I took her home we talked for a while. I made a date the next Saturday night with her. I went with her pretty steady each Saturday night. Around June or July we got kind of serious. Rowena told me she wasn't good enough for me (probably because I had been a temple worker-actually I had no idea why she said that). I said, "Have you got a Book of Mormon?" and she said she did. I went in the house; the first time I had been in the house. I looked up Alma 5:54 and I read it to her. I then gave her the book and told her to read it. I told her good night and went home but I did make a date for Saturday night. We belonged to a club, the dine and dance club. Rowena suggested naming it "4590" [based on their ages] club but they thought it sounded too much like a gun so they called it the dine and dance club. We stayed up in Island Park. I had a warmer sleeping bag than Rowena so I suggested she use mine. I got by ok with hers. There were 12-15 of us that went from the club. We had a good time. We just stayed there that night and came back. One night, I took Rowena home. Fern Dodge rode home with us. I was parked out in front of Fern's home for a while. I don't remember exactly what happened, but Rowena got mad about something and told me to take her home. I did. I called the next day and asked if I had offended her. She said "no" but, she said I held her too close when we were dancing. She apologized to me for getting upset. The next Saturday I took her to a dance again. I didn't hold her close this time. I told her to tell me when I was holding her too close. I don't remember any other disagreements. footnote 1: [Alma 5:54 Yea, will ye persist in supposing that ye are better one than another; yea, will ye persist in the persecution of your brethren, who humble themselves and do walk after the holy order of God, wherewith they have been brought into this church, having been sanctified by the Holy Spirit, and they do bring forth works which are meet for repentance ] We got engaged when the cherries were on in June or July, I'm not sure. I used to have a membership in a store in Salt Lake, which is where I bought her engagement ring. Then we went over to Aunt Lovina's place. We didn't go in, but pulled over by a tree (at John Taylor's place) with cherries which is not very far from Aunt Lovina's and there I presented the ring to her. I asked her to marry me before we got the engagement ring. I don't remember where or when I asked her. I said, "I wanted to get married in the temple." Rowena said, "What if we don't get along?" I said I thought we could work things out, so I told her we could get married where she wanted, but I thought temple marriage was the best. She said, "Well if we don't get married in the temple, maybe we won't make the effort to get along as well as we might if we are married in the temple." So we decided in the temple. We also decided to have the kids sealed, except for J. who was on a mission. The kids were dressed quite cute, and when they brought them into the sealing room they looked very nice. Grandma Stringham was there. James Stringham and Percy Bowman were the witnesses. We had a few friends there: Rachel Bowman, Mildred Stringham. I can't remember any others. Rowena's students gave her a shower. We didn't have a reception. We told the kids we were going to be gone for a week. We took off and went to Arco, and the next day went to Salmon and then up into Montana. We stayed at a motel by a beautiful lake in Montana. The next night we stayed at Glacier National Park. We also went to Sheridan, Montana where we visited my Aunt Margaret Burnet. The next day we went up to the Cardston Temple, but the temple was closed for sessions. We stayed one more day in Canada and then we started back home. We went to some caves in Montana on the way back. Rowena was not a cave person, but I am. She quite liked the one down at Carlsbad. We stayed at Rigby the last night before coming home. It was raining cats and dogs, but it didn't rain on us because we were in the motel. Rowena called the kids, and they seemed to be doing ok. We got up about noon and went home. The kids watched themselves while we were gone, but Mildred checked on them every day. We had a real good honeymoon. I met Rowena's mother before we got married. She went to the temple with us to get married. After I got divorced from my first marriage, I claimed I would never marry another natural born American woman. I made up my mind to marry a Japanese woman. I convinced myself that there were still good women, my mother being one, who were American women. So I forced myself to go to the dance hall, but it was hard. I went around Christmas time and met Rowena that night. We both worked when we were first married. I worked out at the Atomic Energy National Reactor Testing Station (The Site) and did carpentry in the day-time in the Hill Street house. I built clothes closets. It wouldn't be a normal marriage if there weren't a few disagreements, nothing serious, but, you're married and you know what that means. When we were up at J.'s place and B. and C. were there, I told Rowena, "I'm going to beat you to pieces." Rowena said, "You are not going to beat me to pieces." I said, "I was." Then we argued for a few minutes and then we quit. She started crying so I put my arm around her and said, "Hon, you know I'm not going to hurt you." I didn't tell her that anymore because I knew that she didn't like it. I don't think she understood I was just joking. I had promotions out at the site. When I worked for A.E.C. I was promoted to "property and supply clerk". Then I was promoted to a "receiving clerk" then I was promoted to an "issuing clerk". As a receiving clerk, it was a head ache to receive all the supplies. One time we received some #3 furnace oil which is real thick. They unloaded it and another truckload of furnace oil came in but I didn't have any room for it. It was on Saturday and no bosses were there so I called Westinghouse to see if they could accept a load of oil. He said, "Yes, we can receive some oil but I'm not going to buy it from you." (because he would have to pay a commission to A.E.C., but it he bought it directly from the driver). I said, "I don't want to sell it, there is a load here and I don't have room for it." He talked to the driver and they came to agreement and so he unloaded it over there. The guy from Westinghouse thanked me for helping them. One time I got in a fight with a guy. It wasn't much of a fight. He had a locker right across from mine. There wasn't much room and he had quite a bottom on him. He came in and hit me with his "behind" and knocked me off the bench. Dan Cloward said, "Why did you let him do that to you for?" I said, "I have to have a job." I said, "I know the time is coming when I will do something." Another time he pushed me with his behind and I got up and pushed him with my hand against the locker. He pushed me back and I took a swing at him and missed and hit the locker with my hand. He took off and I didn't see him. Of course this type of thing went through the plant. The boss came over to me and asked me what was wrong. I told him I had taken his harassment long enough. Dan backed me up. Nobody seemed to like the other guy. The boss had me move my locker. That made Dan mad because he was my friend. But they moved me anyway. The Union Steward came over and told me that if this guy gave me any more trouble, we would "ship him out". I didn't really have any job failures that I remember. A.E.C. had a reduction in force, but I wasn't a veteran so I got laid off. Leo Grasmick said to me, "Lets appeal it." I said, "No, if they don't want me then I won't do it." From there I went to town and worked for Grimm Alfalfa Seed Growers. I belonged to the Union, CIO. One time we had a union meeting. It was quite close to where the Boise place was. Everyone was smoking. I stood up and made a motion that no one smoke while in the meeting. I was amazed that it passed. A lot of guys were mad at me but I didn't care because I can't take smoke. Another time, we were on strike. I never did believe in strikes because you just don't make money on a strike. I did do some picketing, but we only got $16 per day. It wasn't very much. We were on strike for over a month. We had a union meeting; the Union Steward mentioned above was on the negotiating committee. A proposal was made, but the pipefitters wouldn't accept the contract. After 3 hours in the meeting at the Civic Auditorium I was ready to go home. I stood up and made a motion that we accept the offer as made and the motion passed. A lot of guys praised me and a lot of guys hated me. The next day Ray Clifford (the Union Steward) came and said he wanted to buy my lunch for getting the proposal passed. I said, "Ray it helped you as much as it helped me." A lady in the cafeteria also offered to buy my lunch but I said, "It helped me as much as everyone else." I said, "I'm thankful to you for offering to buy my lunch and I'm thankful that the motion passed, but I'll buy my own lunch." I didn't feel it was their duty to buy my lunch, because I benefited from the strike ending. It snowed one time, and snowed us in at the site. They said we would have to take the Blackfoot Road to go home. We got about half way and couldn't get through and they decided to turn around and go back by way of Roberts. We couldn't get through that way either. We had to turn around again and go back to the site. I called Rowena and told her I wouldn't be home that night. We stayed there that night. I made me a bed out of some boxes. It was about 3:00 a.m. when we finally laid down to sleep. After doing that, Spence came over about 4:30 and woke us up and told us we needed to clean up the cafeteria because the regular workers couldn't get there. We did and the girls that worked in the cafeteria finally made it from Arco. There was a girl there that I didn't like very well. She was from Blackfoot. Another girl I liked wore a dress that looked like a nightgown. I called her name and asked, "Is that a dress or a nightgown?" She said it was a dress. After she left, the girl I didn't like came over and said, "Mr. Humpherys you have a lot of nerve asking that kind of question." May Jackson, the supervisor, said, "Well I guess he said what he thinks and I think the same thing!" The one girl said no more after that. Gerald (Jerry) and Frank went to fight in the Second World War. That is where Frank met A. (a Puerto Rican) whom he married. During the war, things started perking up (more jobs available). I wasn't able to get a real job yet. I did work for Waldo Olsen and Van Parkinson. I did farm work for them. Van Parkinson was the best one to work for. They were both religious men, but Waldo was quite hot-headed. One time I was building something and broke a hammer handle. I showed it to Waldo and he went straight in the air and threw that handle as far as he could throw it. I didn't think that was a way for a good LDS man to act. Jerry and Frank were away three or four years. Jerry was stationed in the Aleutian Islands. Frank was in different places, but met A. in Puerto Rico. He got married there, and was going to be court-martialed because of it by Franklin Roosevelt. He didn't like Roosevelt after that. Frank was a real good boy. [Grandpa told me that he wanted Gerald's work done. I checked and his baptism was done, but he needed to have his endowment. He was born in the covenant. Accordingly, I did his initiatory and then his endowment the next week. When I told grandpa that I had finished it, he cried and was real thankful. He said that a messenger had come to him in a dream more than once to have him get the work done for Gerald. He said he was so relieved because that had been weighing on his mind ever since the messenger came.] My first full time job was in 1943 making 75 cents per hour which was pretty good money then. It was a lot more than I had been making. I worked full-time. I didn't squander any money except I bought more new cars than I should have bought. I bought my share of new cars I guarantee that. My credit rating was good, I built it up, because I wanted a good rating. Gil already worked there and suggested I go talk to them to see if I could get a job. I did and they put me to work about August. The job was in Blackfoot for Grimm Alfalfa Seed Growers Assoc. I worked for them for 5 years. Then I decided to go out to the A.E.C. Site. Mom didn't want me to work there. I finally went anyway. They called me to work there in October and I didn't go then. If I had, I wouldn't have been laid off when they had a reduction in force. Mom was afraid I would be hurt by the radiation. I had a car when I worked for Grimm, so I traveled back and forth. In the winter time sometimes I would stay with Uncle Dave and Aunt Mary Thomas. They always liked me pretty well. I was active in the Church and they liked that. At home I did quite a bit of remodeling and building. I wanted mom to have water in the house. I dug a trench by hand from the well to the house about 3-5 feet deep. It was a minimum of 350 feet long if not more. I think it was around 400 feet. I hooked up the pipe and pump that I bought and she was able to have water there. We didn't have a well on our property so I bought a piece of ground that did have a well on it. I had to take the pipe under a ditch. Jerry helped me pay for some of the pressure connections. He didn't help me pay for anything else and he wouldn't help me do any of the digging or putting the system together. Pres came up and helped me put in the sink. I also put in a hydrant outside; one that wouldn't freeze up. I connected it all up and gave my mom "the first running water she had ever had in the house". My mother was really thankful. We still had to go to the outhouse. Mom and Jerry bought a house in Pocatello that was being moved from there. I built the foundation for it. That was when I fell and broke my back (5 vertebrae and one rib). I went down at 6 am to take the forms off the concrete. I was pulling on what I thought was a long board, but it was short. It gave way and I fell backwards over the concrete foundation which was about 2 1/2 feet high. I also split my forehead open. I don't know what I hit because I was unconscious. I came to and was in a lot of pain and I looked up and could see that I was in the bottom of the basement. I laid there for a few minutes and found out I could get up. I didn't have a ladder so I climbed up by a plank. I know the Lord helped me climb up that plank. I got off of the plank and crawled up to the house which was about 450 feet. I don't know how I got across the ditch but the Lord helped me. I opened the door and just collapsed. I was all bloody. (A lot of people thought I wouldn't be able to get that far with my back broken, but Pres asked the doctor and he said I was able to do so because I was in shock. If I had laid there another hour, I wouldn't have been able to do so.) They called the ambulance and put me in the hospital. They called Dean Packer the doctor I normally went to. They had to make a special bed. I was semi-conscious. They put me in the bed and I couldn't figure out where my feet were. They didn't feed, bath or move me. They fed me intravenously. I laid there for 10 days without being moved. Then the nurse came in and said, "Mr. Humpherys would you like a pillow?" I said, "I don't know whether I'm allowed to or not." She said she would get me a little one. When Doctor Packer came in and saw the pillow he sure got mad and told the nurses off. They took the pillow away. After the 10 days, they put a cast on me. One was wrapping the cast around me, another was spraying it with water and another was smoothing it out. It went from my crotch to my armpits and it set up solid. I was in it for a little over four months. After they took it off I had to wear a brace for another 4-5 months. I was laid up until the next spring. The house was put on the foundation I think. I hooked up the water to it. I was out of money then because of being out of work for so long. I went to Miller and asked him if I could go to work. He said, "Let me call out to the site." Three of them accepted me so they let me come to work. When the house was ready, Mom and Jerry moved into it from the old house which was next to the newer one that was moved from Pocatello which was a more modern house. It had a bathroom in it. I hooked the water up to it. I lived at home until I overcame my problem and sometime after that because I felt like I had to take care of Mom. I would take her to the store, etc. I took her on trips. She never did fly. One time I took her to a family reunion in Peoa. I moved to my own place when I married Reoma. I moved to her place. I didn't have any goals or dreams as a young adult because of my problem. I was close to 30 years old before I got out from under it. Getting married in the temple was one of my goals. My mother and my church were the most important thing in my young adult life. I was about 24/25 when I first started dating. I was aware of girls before then of course. My first girlfriend was Velma Ropp. I was about 25-26. She was a nice person. She didn't belong to the Church but she was a nice person. We would just go to see each other. Once in a while we would go to a show. I received a letter and sent her a letter every day. She would put on her letters "SWAK" (sealed with a kiss). I also had a girl from Twin Falls come to see me; Rema Hall. She would come once a month or two months. She was a nice girl too, but I don't know how I got acquainted with her unless it was through Edna Jackson. Her cousins lived halfway between our place and Springfield. The girl from Twin Falls would come to visit them. I didn't marry Velma because I was under a doctor's care and couldn't support her. That's what I told her. She continued to go with me until I moved away. She married a guy named M. I couldn't marry her the way I was. I probably would have married her if I was healthy enough. It didn't do me any good to feel bad about all this because you had to face reality. I don't remember dating Rema Hall. I did date Shirley Hawker. I married Reoma Taysom 9 Dec 1954 in the Idaho Falls Temple. She was the one that wanted me to marry her. She had four children by a previous marriage: M., L., D., D. The last two were the only ones home when we got married. I got along with D. real well, and in fact I got along with all of them. When Reoma would go to Salt Lake to a doctor, L. would come and fix my dinner for me. Reoma was nice to me before marriage and the first year after marriage. I made her quit her job. I should have let her continue working. The first year we had family prayer together every night. D. was with me a lot. When he was with me he would say: "Pretty neat, huh, Dad." She never did consent to the divorce. She cross-complainted me. My attorney called me up at the site. He asked if it made any difference on who filed for the divorce. I said I started it and I would finish it. It would have been easier if I had let her file. The divorce took place 1 Mar 1958 in Idaho Falls and was final on 5 Jun 1958. I had to go to Howard W. Hunter to get a cancellation of sealing. I talked with him. He was kind to me. It took several years to obtain the cancellation. It didn't take place until after I married Rowena. It was effective in 1964. After I filed for divorce, it voided my recommend. The whole thing was a nerve-wracking experience. After I got married to Rowena, she gave me a lot of consolation when things would come up. We went to dances on Saturday night, and other places when we were courting. It seemed like the cops followed us around wherever we went. One night to be alone, we drove to the west side of the river. A cop came and asked us what we were doing. He asked for my drivers license and I showed it to him. After we were married, Mildred Stringham told me she was glad I was in the family. Willard quite liked me. We decided we wouldn't have a wedding reception. We would just get married and go on a honeymoon. We decided we would get married in the temple and have all the kids sealed to us. Percy Bowman and James Stringham were the witnesses. Percy was a friend of mine. I remember when they brought the four kids in. They were all dressed in white and they looked real pretty. They brought them in after we were married. I had to take Rowena through the veil when we were married. Rowena looked real lovely with her temple clothes on. There was no reception. We talked to the kids about staying by themselves. We also arranged to have Mildred Harrell stop in and see them every day. We also called them every night. The kids took care of themselves pretty well. Willard treated me real nice. We left our car at his place and he took us at the temple so that it wouldn't get painted. Rowena's students painted her car before we got married. We lived at the Hill Street place when we were first married. Rowena got the Hill street place from a Mrs. Bradshaw. She traded our mobile home for it straight across. We had a budget account in the bank. We both worked. Rowena put in so much and I put in so much. We paid our living expenses out of that account. We didn't do a whole lot of quarrelling. Rowena or I would apologize to each other if we did something wrong. When we had problems, which was seldom, we just talked about them with each other. She was compatible. One thing I really admired about her: If I corrected the kids, she would never go against me, but would support me. That makes a lot of difference. I admired her dress standards. Also she would help me when she could. When I fell down the stairway and got hurt, she came down the stairway to help even though she wasn't able. When I had my insulin reaction in Mesa, I was eating breakfast, and it hit me and about doubled me up. I went in to lay down and then went out to try and finish eating. It hit me again and I knew that I was going to pass out. I hollered at Rowena who was watching tv, and she called 911. I didn't know much about diabetes then. I came too, when the paramedics were there. I could mumble but I couldn't talk so they thought I had a stroke. They took me to the hospital. When I got to the hospital, they gave me a brain scan and an electrocardiogram. I was there three days. This was just before K. got married. We had a plane ticket to go to K.'s wedding. Rowena suggested they better cancel the tickets. The doctor suggested we wait. At the end of the three days, the doctor said he couldn't find any evidence of a stroke or heart attack. He asked if I had cancelled the tickets and I said, "No." He said, "I will release you then." so I went home that day and the next day we went to Seattle and was there for the wedding. We got along pretty well together. We worked hard. Every holiday, our renters would be out celebrating and we would be out cleaning up their mess. I suppose we reached out too far with our finances. We would buy some property and remodel it and we would rent it. For about two years, we didn't know if it was going to swing our way or the other way. We worked hard and prayed and finally it started to come together and we got out of our troubles. It was real rough for around two years. Chapter 5 Raising a Family I have 32 or 33 grandchildren and 12 great-grandchildren. After we were married, we had times when we had financial problems. It was because we went in too deep. We would buy some property and then have to spend a few thousand to fix up the homes. We didn't know if the boat was going to rock this way or that, but we always paid our tithing and things worked out all right. We didn't ask for any help, but we had to borrow money from the bank from time to time. We did have some disagreements. I had retired and had got most of these places fixed up. I suggested to Rowena that we ought to sell our home place. This was after we had been in Arizona for a year. She didn't want to and said she would buy my half. I said, "Hon, you are my wife and I want you to enjoy life with me." I said, "That is not getting rid of it." What we want to do is go to Arizona in the winter and be there in the Summer. We sold the Boise place for 40000 cash. We lived in the basement for a month until their money came. We sold it to Bryan and Dorothy Paul. Rowena was glad that we sold afterwards. My favorite foods are apples, peaches, and watermelon. There are several things that children should learn as they are growing up: times tables, learn to read, learning the scriptures, etc. I don't suppose I did a good job at disciplining my children, but I did the best I could. It's too many years ago, I don't know how I did it. My dad never hit me except one time. He wanted Gil and I to go get the horses so he could get mowing by 6:00. Gil and I got playing around and was late. My dad hit me on the shoulder. We didn't dare laugh while he was there, but when he got out of sight we laughed about it. I never did spank any of the kids that I recall. I talked to them when I felt they were doing wrong. They don't discipline children now as much as they used to. Joe Slaughter was my boss at Grimm Alfalfa Seed Co. A guy came in and wanted to buy some common alfalfa seed. Joe made up excuses and acted like he didn't know if we had any of that seed. Joe looked at me as if he wanted me to give him an answer and I said, "Yes." but that was the wrong thing to say. Joe said to me "You ... ...., why don't you keep your ... ... mouth shut?" I never answered him again. Someone came in to get some alfalfa seed one time. I don't know how I did this, but I gave him 2 sacks and I guess he wanted only one. The boss came and asked me why I gave him two and showed me the ticket. He said you get in the pickup and go get that other sack. I had no idea where he lived. I asked directions and finally got to his house. I went to the house and told him I needed to take one back. He told me he wondered why I gave him two sacks. One of the most important things to remember about work is it’s a requirement. The Lord put us on here to work. It is part of the life we have to go through to get back to his presence. Chapter 6 Retirement One of my favorite trips was when we went to Europe. We took a tour group to Amsterdam. After we got there, we went to London and were on our own for the rest of the trip. We stayed at the Avon Hotel in London. We didn't tour London or England because we didn't have the Euro-pass. We tried to go to the London Temple and called on the phone but couldn't connect it being long distance. Rowena finally got through and found out there was an English session that night. We decided to go. We went on a double decker bus. We didn't take any food with us. They didn't have a cafeteria in the temple. We rode home with some people that had an apartment also. The Church had apartments there that we could rent for 50 cents a night. We left D. at the apartment. We were going to go to bed without eating. The neighbors that had given us the ride to our apartment came over and shared their lunch with us. It was sure good. Then we went to bed. The next morning we got up and packed our bags and then headed for the English Channel. When we got on the bus, we found out we didn't have any English money. People on the bus gathered up some money for us so we were able to go on the bus. When we got to the Channel we crossed it on a big boat. When we got to the other side, our Euro-pass took over. From there we went to Paris. We tried to get two rooms, one for D. and one for us. They only had one so we took it. We just laid across the bed horizontally all three of us that night. Then next day we got two rooms. We stayed in Paris for two nights. We walked down the street and they had a lot of fruit stands. I saw some grapes. I asked Rowena if I should get some. She said go ahead. The Frenchmen think you should talk their language which I couldn't. Someone else overheard and came over and asked me what I wanted. I said I wanted some of these grapes. He asked "How many?" I said two pounds. He rattled off something and I got what I guess was two pounds. We ate at cafes but I thought the food was lousy. We didn't know what the stuff was that we were ordering. When we left Paris we went to Rome. At Rome we were waiting at the entrance where the Pope was. There was one lady that tried to go in but they wouldn't let her because she had a sleeveless dress on. She came over to me and asked if she could wear my sports jacket if she left her purse with me so she could go in. I said, "Yes." and she got to go in. She wasn't able to see the Pope anyway because he wasn't there. After she came back, we went to the Sistine Chapel. That was quite a place to see because it has all the little things that Michelangelo made. Rowena wanted to go see other statues that Michelangelo made. He didn't leave anything out. The boys had their "tails" and the girls had everything. They were about as natural as anything you could see. Rowena wanted to go see this bigger statue. I said, "Hon, why don't we rest awhile?" She said she didn't want to, so D. and I sat down in the shade and she went to see the statue. Rowena was like that, she would go till she dropped. That was the way she was at the "flea markets". From Rome we went to Florence. We saw quite a lot of stuff in Florence, we walked around the streets, etc. We also went South (I think) in the lower part of Italy and visited an old coliseum that was made of marble and had mosaics in it. It was built about the time Lehi left Jerusalem. We also went to see the Leaning Tower of Pisa. The train let us off, it was about 4:00 a.m., to go see the tower and waited for us. There were quite a group of us that wanted to see the tower. As we were trying to go to Wiesbaden, the train stopped near Rome. We got off there and I told Rowena and D. to stay right there while I went to find out what track we needed to be on. I told them to be sure and stay there so I could find them. I went and found out what track we needed to be on, but I forgot what track we had been on. As I was going back to get the others, I met Rowena and said, "Hon, what you doin out here, you're supposed to be back where I left you." She said that she had left some shoes at the hotel and went back to get them. When we checked all of our stuff in at customs in Florence to go to Germany, they didn't give me my camera back and I didn't realize it until we got to Wiesbaden, Germany. We went back, but they said they didn't have any camera left over. I think they just took my camera. When we got to Wiesbaden we got to see R. and the Stanley's for a few minutes, but they had company so we went and got us a hotel. I talked to this guy and he would talk English with me. He told me I could have two rooms for $5 a night. The next morning when we got up we went to a place and ate breakfast. When we went to check out, the guy that I had talked with last night wasn't there. The person that was there wasn't talking my language so I paid him the full price which was more than the $5. We had already been in Wiesbaden a couple of times. We stayed there this time a couple of days. We decided to get our laundry done. D. and I took the laundry down and loaded the washer. We put some money in and then went to sit down. A woman came running as fast as she could and did something and the machine started running. It was kind of comical. I don't know what she done with it. We decided to go down the Rhine River. We got on the boat and started down the river. There was a lot of castles. The boat stopped and we decided to go to one of them. I think the girls made it to the top, but I didn't. I couldn't keep up with them. The boat stopped at many of them. We would get off and look at some of them. R. and D. went clean to the top of that castle. I went only about a third of the way. It was a beautiful castle made of marble. We went down the river and saw more castles. It was quite a lot of fun just to get off and go up to the castle part of the way. The boat turned around and got to where we had gotten on. It traveled quite a few miles. We went back to where R. lived at Wiesbaden. We stayed there for several days. We were on the trip in Europe for a full month; 22 Jun - 23 July or the other way around. Another trip we made was to Egypt and the Holy Land. We spent about 3 days in Cairo. The first night that we got there, I fell in the bath tub and broke 3 ribs. It knocked the breath out of me and I couldn't breathe for a while. I slipped somehow. Their bathtubs were not like ours. The manager of the Inn where we were staying got a patrolman to go with me as an interpreter. They took me to the hospital in Cairo and the doctor taped me up but I wouldn't accept any medication, because I was afraid to use any Egyptian medication. The hospital was clean and quite nice. The staff treated me real good. The patrolman done the interpreting for us. We were afraid to drink the regular water there so we bought bottled water. The tour didn't start until the next day. We went to the museum to see a lot of old caskets. The next day they put us on a bus and we went to another museum. We went to another one the next day. I sat in the bus most of the time, but I saw a lot. I watched the kids a lot. They were on the tops of the houses and in the roads, etc. I watched people walk along. They would come along and pray. They had a piece of white cloth about 4 feet long and 20 inches wide. They would lay it on the ground and start praying. When they were done, they would shake their cloth and fold it up and go on their way. I saw quite a lot just sitting on the bus. There were three girls that came out. One was just a baby. The older one could hardly carry her, but they would get out in the road and play. We was in Cairo about three days it seems to me like. And then they put us on a plane and flew us down to somewhere, I don't know just where and then they put us on a boat. We stayed on the boat on the Nile River for four days. They would stop and dock each day and we would get off and have a horse and buggy ride. This guy would take us to a temple (ancient). Each day they would do that. This was down pretty close to the dam. That was the end of that trip. Then they put us on a bus and they took us to a train that we got on in the night and travelled on the train all night. We got on another bus which took us back to Cairo. On the bus, they took us across the Sinai Desert. About halfway across, there was a motel or some kind of an inn. We stayed there that night. Quite early the next morning we checked out of the hotel and got on the bus again and that day we took a ferry and crossed the Suez Canal. The bus just drove right on the ferry and was taken to the other side. It didn't take us long to get across. We finally came to Israel and had to go through customs to get in. After we got in, the bus took us to Jerusalem. We checked in at an inn or motel. We stayed there the rest of our stay. We went down to go through Bethlehem, the next morning. We saw the birthplace of Jesus Christ. We got in and seen the one place which I don't recall which it was. Then we went to the place where the manger was. There was some steps that were quite high. Rowena says, "What you going to do?" I said, "I guess I will go out to the bus." And they said, "No you're not you're going to see everything." One of them got on one side and one on the other and helped me up. I thanked them. Then we went over and seen the place where the manger was. Then we went over and seen His tomb. Then it wound around down there and we come out where we was before. We got on the bus and we went through Jerusalem and took this road that went past the BYU building. We took a picture of that, but I don't know what happened to it. Rowena must have disposed of it I guess. That night we went up to see about gittin a diamond for Rowena and looked at a lot of other jewelry too. She decided to buy a diamond ring, because she lost the one I gave her when we were married. We didn't have the money, but they took us to the US Bank and we made out a check and got the money we needed. She got a little over $1000 and I $800. She bought the diamond for a little over $800. We shopped for a few items. We returned to our motel room and went to bed. The next morning we went to the Sea of Galilee. There was one guy that stayed with Rowena and I. He was a pretty good guy to be with. We helped each other taking pictures. We would take his and he would take ours. We stopped at a place that was called the "Mount of Temptations". They had a lot of fruit there. There was one kind of fruit that tasted like a peach, but wasn't shaped like a peach. It was about 6/7 inches long and shaped somewhat like a pear. We headed back to Jerusalem. The next day we went out, and our driver went around in a circle for seven times. Then he stopped. It is a religious thing. I talked to the driver and I asked him, "You are of Jewish descent aren't you?" and he said, "I am Jewish." I asked him, "Do you believe the things you told us on the trip?" and he said, "No." I asked him how he could explain all that stuff if he didn't believe it. He said he went to school for three years. I thought I better not bother him too much because I didn't want to get in trouble so I went to my sleep. I was curious because he explained everything quite well. I first started thinking about retirement in 1974. Chapter 7 Reminiscing STORIES: Do you believe in "warnings"? I had divorced Rayoma. It became final and I had broke my back and I went to work the following January. It was the day before New Year’s. I thought if I could do that, I could have a day to relax my back. I was in a brace at the time. So I went to I.F. and went to the A.E.C. office. The personnel man said I'll accept you as soon as you get your physical. Several others accepted me except my boss Ed Jukes. He wouldn't. Since there were three that did, we went ahead with processing for work. I got the physical. Don Boyce called and told me he had made me a blind date with a woman that lived near him. I don't remember what her name was. I never did see her. I called her on the phone and told her what time I would pick her up. I went up to Preston and Leona's place. A bad wind storm started. I was afraid to go out, so I called her and told her how I thought. She said she was afraid too. I told her I had to leave and would try to get in touch with her another time. I never did see her. I took it for granted that the Lord didn't want me to become involved with her. I took it for granted that it was a warning for me. Many people for the past 20 years have commented on how much I look like Spencer W. Kimball. [He really does.] One time about 15-20 years ago, President Gordon B. Hinckley came to Arizona to divide the stake and I went up to him to shake his hand. And then Rowena and I went back and we were just standing there. Pres. Hinckley came up and put his arm around me and I put my arm around him and he said, "You look like President Kimball." [At a later date grandpa said that he couldn't recall President Hinckley saying that, although he put his arm around him. He said he just couldn't remember if he said it or didn't. A lot of people have commented on how much he looked like President Kimball.] My partner (Dick Wiles, who helps me do things because of my age) and I went to Albertsons. We got the groceries and were ready to check out, but this other guy was in the way. Dick asked him if he would move over so I could get into the counter. This guy got irritated and said he was awaiting to get there too, but he was talking with a woman there. He moved though and went over to another counter. On the way home I asked Dick what was the matter with that other guy and Dick said, "Oh, he sounds like one of those Utah County Mormons!" I said to him, "That includes me. I'm a Utah County Mormon and proud of it!" He said, "I didn't mean you." I said, "I'm still a Utah County Mormon." Dick kind of irritates me. When I lived north of Groveland I had a remarkable experience. One night a messenger came to me. He was white and his feet didn't touch the floor. He was dressed in a white robe. He was illuminated. I got up and went to the outhouse. He talked to me before I went to the john, but I don't remember what he said. He followed me to the john and he followed me back. He told me he wanted me to get married and if I didn't I wouldn't completely overcome my head problem. Then he left.2 I started looking for a wife. I would go to the Blackfoot Dance Hall, but I couldn't force myself to go in. Finally I decided to go to Firth and that is where I met Raoma. She treated me wonderful. That is how she led me to marry her. footnote 2: [He also had another visitation after this, but he wouldn't tell me about it.] I took an electrical course for two years. Gil's son D. came to the home. He would crow like a rooster and that would make the old rooster mad. So finally this one day, he did that and the rooster jumped up and hit him in the side with his spurs. He and N. ran to the house. D. was about 10 years old. From then on every time they would come over, the rooster would recognize the car and come up towards the house and D. and N. wouldn't dare go out of the house. After a few times mom asked me to go out and kill it. So I went out and caught it and chopped its head off and cleaned it. I took it into mom and she finished cleaning it and then it was cooked by boiling. It would have been tough if she hadn't. It made good eatin then. Rowena and I took a train trip. We drove from Idaho Falls to Salt Lake and picked up Amtrak there. We went to Portland for two or three days. Then we went towards San Francisco. We got in S. F. and didn't stop there except to get passengers. We went to Sacramento and then up to San Luis Obispo. We got off there and got a motel. We did a lot of walking there because I didn't know how much a taxi was. We rented a car the next day. We drove on highway 101 to Hearst Castle. It is a beautiful place. The mountains there are also very beautiful. On the way back, we turned off on the wrong street. It took us quite a while to find the rental place. The train was there and was going to leave. Rowena was trying to find something she lost and I said, "We need to go Hon." Georgia was with us. I got on the train and the guy took the step up and I started to get off. The conductor said, "You can't get off because the train is starting to go." I said, "I can't help it, my wife is down there and I can't leave her." Then Rowena come running. Georgia had one arm and I had the other and was trying to get her into the train. The conductor came along and he grabbed a hold of her and pulled her up in the train because he was stronger than us. I said, "Hon, don't ever do that again, because it is too dangerous." So then we went back and sat down. The hardest time of my life was when I got my skull fractured. My happiest experience was when I married Rowena. One of the saddest times in my life was when Rowena was in the hospital in Provo. She was crying and I went over to her and she said she wanted us to get her out of there. I said, "Hon, I would like to, but you have all these tubes hooked up to you and I can't do it." She was restrained because she had used the phone to call 911, etc. She pulled the tube out anyway the next day or two. I would have helped her if I could but I couldn't. I've cried on some occasions, not because I was sad, but because I was touched. We'd say when we are going to sleep, "Don't let the bedbugs bite." We used to have bedbugs when I was a kid. In the morning when we would wake up the bedbugs would be climbing up the wall. Some of the older kids would get out of bed and mash them. They would be full of blood. That's what they get on ya for; to draw blood. I haven't seen a bedbug in the last 60 years I guess. The bedbug is little, but when they are full of blood they would be about an eighth of an inch wide. They would come into our beds at night. The only time I remember seeing them was in the wintertime. Of course in the summertime we slept out most of the time; in the alfalfa field or somewhere else. When I lived in Provo after Rowena died, she used to come and visit me once in a while. She never did talk to me but she would come and see me. Especially when I was having problems. She looked like an illuminated being and she was white. I would see her as she went around the door. She has woken me up at different times. I guess because I needed to be woke up. When she woke me up, I never saw her, but I knew it was her. Sometimes I would be thinking of something and she would tap me on the shoulder. I wouldn't see her but I knew it was her. Most of the time when I saw her, she would be going around the door. I have seen her once or twice since I have been here in South Jordan. I normally see her from behind, but there were a few times I saw her from the front, but I never saw her face. I know it's her from the feeling I have. I haven't seen her for a long time. I don't need her as much here as I did down there because I get a lot of care here. I'm sure she is happy that I am here. When she would come, I couldn't see through her. Of course I didn't try to see through her. I don't know who it was, but someone tapped me on the shoulder late one night when I was sleeping and told me to put on my oxygen. I did and went back to sleep. Throughout my life, the books I have found to be my favorites are: Book of Mormon; Doctrine and Covenants (especially the 131, 132, and 133 sections. If anyone was going to get married outside the Church, I would tell them to be sure and read the 132 section. I doubt they did, because you can't live their life for them, but I always told them. These sections were my favorites because they explain the doctrine you're supposed to live by. That's why I wouldn't marry outside the temple. I shouldn't have married my first time but I did.) I don't know the Pearl of Great Price as well as I should. "Our Leaders Speak" is a good book. I like the book "Spencer W. Kimball" also. We couldn't use foul language or dirty talk in the home. All of my grandparents could read and write. On Thanksgiving day, Mom wanted all of the family there on both sides. Most of the time, it seemed like she would ask me to say the blessing. We always counted on that. It was about as important as any day to us. Christmas was also important. My favorite movies have been John Wayne movies; Anne of Green Gables; That Darn Cat; Coal Miner's Daughter; Jesse James; The Return of Frank James. Rowena and I used to watch "All My Children" and "As the World Turns" quite a bit. Some of my favorite expressions are: "I'm going to beat you to pieces" "and then beat the pieces!" or "I'm going to beat you plumb to pieces."; "you mortal or morticolian"; "you mukas-laban"; "you slavamukan". I used to have a bad habit of when something would go wrong, I would say s-- -- - b----. I have repented of that. My mother used to say "merciful heaven" when something happened such as us kids giving her a lot of problems, etc. I made most of these expressions I use, up; they just came out of me. A guy out at the site told me that he never said something that he wasn't serious about. I said, "I was only serious about half the time." He said I was using idle words and you're not supposed to use idle words. I told him about a bishop I had named Cammack who used the word "golly" a lot and I am sure that the Lord would not condemn him for that; it wasn't profanity. My overall guide or formula for living is: If you have faith in the Lord Jesus Christ and God the Eternal Father, it gives you some sense of how to live. The Lord has been my guide in my life. After I had my skull fracture and the Elders came in about twice a week, I recognized I needed the Lord's help. I decided I would live according to the scriptures. The skull fracture has had quite an influence on my life, for good even. I had to change because I knew what the Lord had done for me. I didn't understand this at first. I had a small Book of Mormon that I would take with me on the bus and read it. I read it through quite a few times that way. At this day and age, a young person should live the moral standards. In my day we didn't have much problem with this. All people should live a religious standard even if they don't believe in the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints. They should live by good dress standards. They should live in accordance with their beliefs. Grandpa died 18 January 1999. Fortunately, he wrote the following message to his family. It is truly a priceless treasure. Nov. 19- 1994 To my family. After I pass on to that great beyond. As every living person will have to do in the Lords due time. In other words die and become immortal. Stay out of debt as much as possible. I know that sometimes you have to go in debt sometimes but use good wisdom. Talk to your spouse about decissions [sic] you make. It could be you may change your dicission to better yourself. Save a little money each payday for a rainy day, as we all have them. Pay a full tithing, and the good Lord will bless you greatly for it. Husbands be loving and kind to your wife and children. Wives be loving and kind to your husbands. Be faithful to each other. Love and respect each other. Live good clean lives. Live in accordance with the laws and ordanances [sic] of the Gospel of Jesus Christ. Enjoy your lives. Enjoy each other, and do things together. Pray together also include children Now don't [think] I am trying to live your life as I am not. I am just giving you some council and advise. Love and respect your parents. Also brothers and sisters. Now I want to say, I love each and every one of you. This includes my daughter in laws and son in laws. I am proud of all of you. I appreciate you. This also includes my granddaughters and their husbands, grandsons and their spouses. I know that God the Eternal Father and Son Jesus Christ lives and loves us. I also know that the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints is the only true church on the earth. Now I pray that the blessings of the Lord will be up on all of you. I pray for these blessings in the name of Jesus Christ. Amen. From your father, grandfather, great grandfather. Glendon E. Humpherys Conversation with Roland and Floy Hawkes 14 May 1995. At Grandpa's place. One day we were on horses. Glen was on one horse and I was on the other. Glen was going one way and I was going straight and he run into me and knocked the horse down and me too. I can't remember what happened only I cussed him for knocking me down. The folks went to the show and left us home. And we heard a noise in the bedroom, so we all crawled under the bed. We listened and we could hear the noise. It was the cat playing with a spool. My mother made the best bread, prune pie and beans & potatoes. J. (Floy's daughter?) said Glen and Jerry used to tease her and she would come in and bawling and Grandma would say, "What's the matter little Greenhorn?" My mother would have to milk 11 or so cows by hand. My mother never did ride horses much that I remember. My mother took me with her a lot because I was the only girl. We went out in the orchard and sometimes in the horse and buggie. She canned a lot. Mom braided my hair and left me home with Hila while she went to town. While she was gone, Hila cut one of the braids off. My mother was really mad at Hila when she got home. She didn't spank her but did give her a scolding. Everything there was to do on a farm we did it. We herded pigs, topped beets, weeded, etc. When Glen hurt his head, they didn't take him to a doctor until they took him home on the school wagon. I don't remember too much about my dad, but he was a hard working man and made us work hard too. He paid us for the work we did. Glen, Gilbert, Floy and Roland used to go to the dances. We went to the B & B in Blackfoot. The open air dance hall in Blackfoot also. We went to Wandamere Dance Hall in Idaho Falls. It was 35 cents fare per person, but single women were a dime. They would stamp our hand and then we would go outside while the ink was still wet and put our hand against one of the others so that it would come off on their hand and they wouldn't have to pay the fare. Some times they had a rosette that they would put in the lapel. We would go outside and let someone else use the rosette. We didn't have a lot of money to spend in those days. And this is some of the kinds of things we had to do to get by. My father died Jan 1933 when I was about 17. For the funeral the next day, the snow plow cleared the snow off the road. During the night, the wind blew it all back full and cars couldn't go over it. The drifts were probably as tall as the fence posts. We had to travel to the grave site on sled. The funeral was in Shelley and they had to take his body to Shelley in a sled. When the kids would come up to the table and were being rowdy, my dad wouldn't put up with it and would whack them across the head (not too hard but it would hurt). We knew not to do it again. He was never mean to us but he wanted us to mind. My mother made her kids mind. She was never mean to us either. She would spank or scold.


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PART I WAYNE TAYLOR STRINGHAM - MY LIFE My life can be separated into several time slots which I shall list below. This is how I shall separate them in writing my life history. Part I My life living with my father and mother and 1920-1941 my brothers and sisters. Also included here are the three years after I graduated from High School and before I enlisted in the U.S. Navy. Part II My life during World War II and service in the 1941-1945 Navy. Marriage to my wife, Madeline Virginia Baldwin. Part III The period of broken service after World War 1945-1948 II. Part IV Reenlistment and service in the U.S. Navy 1948-1969 during Korea and Vietnam which were then called Police Actions. Part VI Traveling and life on property in Mt. View, 1969-1990 Arkansas. Part VI Traveling and life in Yuma, Arizona. 1990-1996 Part VII My thoughts about the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints (Mormon Church). PART I Wayne Taylor Stringham (I Survived) 11-24-20: I was born in Bingham County, Idaho. The mailing address was Shelley, Idaho, Rural Route (2). We met for church in Goshen. Our grade school was called Upper Presto. Our high school was in Firth. When I arrived, the members of my family were: Father: William Henry Stringham Born: 2 June 1885 Died: 6 Sept 1949 Mother: Leonora May Boyes Taylor Born: 1 May 1885 Stringham Died: 24 Apr 1964 Brother: William Austin Stringham Born: 21 July 1910 Died: 9 Jan 1911 Brother: James Edward Stringham Born: 5 Dec 1911 Died: 28 Aug 1991 Sister: Leonora Rowena Stringham Born: 18 Apr 1914 Died: 19 July 1992 Brother: Willard Stringham Born: 26 June 1916 Died: 02 Mar 1982 We lived on a 160-acre farm. The Northeast corner was located at the Southwest corner of a county road intersection. Shelley was 3 miles to the north. Upper Presto School was 1-1/4 miles to the south. Goshen was 2 miles to the east. Firth was 3 miles to the west. [Page 2] Our house at this time had 3 rooms. A kitchen dining area together and two bedrooms. Rowena stayed in the bedroom with Dad and Mother. When an addition was added, Ro got the room that used to belong to Dad and Mother. James and Willard had the other bedroom. There was a small screen porch at the entrance. This had a washing machine and our DeLaval cream separator in it. The house was of fairly tight construction. The siding was unpainted pine. We had a large cast iron kitchen range for Mother's cooking. A heater also helped keep us warm. Coal was used for fuel. Wood was scarce. We had a close neighbor. Christian and Pearl Anderson lived right across the Presto Road to the east of our house. They had four daughters - Joey, Lillace, Laree and Margine. It seems like there was a girl nearly the same age as each boy in our family. Lillace was nearly my age. When we were young we played together a lot before we started school. Looking back it seems strange that not one of us married one of those girls. Probably because they seemed more like sisters. We lived so close to them and then we moved away before we were thinking of them as other than playmates and friends. I really admired Chris Anderson. He had a garage in which he did mechanic work - welding and battery charging - for the community. We had a coaster wagon that we played with and also used to haul things around the yard for garden and other chores. It was nearly worn out by the time I inherited it. Chris made new bushings for the wheels, built up the badly worn axles and trued them to the proper size. He welded all the cracks and holes and I had a wagon almost as good as new. Chris' father, Anton, lived down the road south about 1/2 mile. [Page 3] He had a big Holt Caterpillar Tractor. The kind like a 1/2 track with a big single steering wheel on the front. I got a book from the library in Yuma and researched the Caterpillar Tractor history. The tractor was either a Holt Catepillar [sic] Model #30 first made in 1914 or a Model #75 first built in 1917. It was probably a Model #30. Even though it seemed monstrous to me then, I don't think it was as big as the Model #75 appears to be. Chris maintained and operated this rig. When not in use it was stored at his father's place. They had a 36" grain separator (thresher) which Chris kept busy all over the community when the grain crops were ready to harvest. He also threshed alfalfa and red clover for seed. They had an enormous plow (8-12 bottoms I believe). I don't think it was used very much except in very large fields. It took too much space to turn. I also remember Chris contracting to keep the snow off the roads one winter. He built a vee type wooden blade to mount on the front of the tractor. This rig didn't prove very practical. Vehicles could travel the road after the rig went over it, but it packed the snow so badly that it took forever in the spring to get the roads passable for traffic when the snow thawed. Chris played the Hawaiian guitar and he and his wife Pearl would sing at church occasionally. I thought he could do almost anything. I'm getting the cart before the horse. I didn't remember all those things about Chris as soon as I was born. They accumulated in my memory of our life at the Sand Hill Farm. My first recollection was of my mother holding me in church. Another lady sitting next to mother was holding her very young daughter. They were trying to keep two children occu[Page 4]pied by introducing them to each other. It seems I made such a racket that Mother had to take me outside. Maybe this was my Mother's memory and it became mine by hearing it retold many times. Many memories before school were those in getting acquainted with the yard and area around the house and barnyard. We had a lot of land between the road and the house on the north. A sand hill started right on the edge of the road. It ran north to southwest through the barnyard and through the whole farm, forming a rambling line of sand hills on a probable compass heading of 2150 from north at the start in the corral. I would venture to say that 35-50% of the land was worthless for farming. Of course I didn't come to this opinion when I was young. I didn't stray too far out of our big yard and barnyard by myself. We had a barn of a sort. It kept the cows and horses out of the weather during the winter storms. Hay was stacked right next to the barn to help break the wind and to make it easy to feed the animals in the harsh winters and they were harsh. The coldest I remember was 400 below zero. That year the snow was late coming. The road beds were unprotected and cracked every 50-100 feet. At that time I was going to school and we counted the cracks as we walked to school. When I was going to school at Presto, on the worst days Dad would harness up a team and take us to school on our bobsleigh. I also remember taking the saddle horse and pulling my sister, Mildred, to school on a toboggan. The snow stirred up by the toboggan and horse would blow over her and she looked like a snowman by the time she got to school. I don't think we did this very often. There was no protected area for the horse to stay at school. The land was fenced on each side of the road. When the snow did come with a howling north wind, it wasn't unusual to see [Page 5] the snow drifted on the road to the top of the fences. Speaking of my sister, Mildred, this is a good time to introduce her and complete the family record from my birth through her birth and the birth of my last brother, Glendon. Self: Wayne Taylor Stringham Born: 24 Nov 1920 Sister: Mildred Stringham Harrell Born: 12 June 1924 Brother: Glendon Lemaun Stringham Born: 1 Dec 1927 Died: 11 Nov 1992 When Mildred arrived, I should have been prewarned of a new event. The granary and garage building was fifty to one hundred feet to the southwest of the house. All the remaining grain was removed from the granary. The place was scrubbed out and beds were put in. I moved out there with the big boys, James and Willard. It was only a short time until Mildred arrived. This was quite a changing point in my life. I had been the center of attention as the youngest. Now I stayed with the older boys more and took more of an active part in men's work. But I still helped with chores around the house. Someone had to check the hen house every day for eggs. If a hen wasn't leaving her egg in the laying box, she was probably trying to start nesting. If we couldn't find where she was laying her eggs before there was more than 1 or 2 eggs, we usually put more eggs under her and let her hatch them out. Dad always had at least four head of work horses, and usually more. We used four abreast for plowing, harrowing and pulling the potato digger. Two head were used to mow hay, rake hay and cultivate potatoes and two head were used on hay wagons and on the bobsleigh in the winter time. [Page 6] Dad used a crop rotation in his farming. Legumes such as alfalfa or clover were plowed under for fertilizer after they had produced hay or seed for 3 or 4 years. Then potatoes and other row crops were planted for at least three years. Grains were planted on the seventh year out of alfalfa. Alfalfa or clover seed was planted with a grain mother crop, which shaded the alfalfa seedlings until they got established. Everything was either flooded for irrigation or rows were made and watering was done down the rows. In this country a man that was good at irrigating received top wages, forty to sixty dollars a month and board. He received more if he was married and boarded at home. For a while there was a sugar factory in Shelley. The sugar company contracted farmers to grow sugar beets. The company furnished the seed. They paid a set price for thinning and two weedings by hoe. They furnished planters and cultivators. The farmer furnished all the labor. He delivered the topped beets to the closest railroad siding or to the factory at a contracted price per ton. A tare was subtracted for dirt and waste removed after weighing. I only remember Dad growing beets two or three years. The factory survived for a few years longer. Eventually all of them in our part of the state shut down. This was a good crop for the farmer. Money could be earned during the growing season and the farmer knew approximately what he would receive for his crop. I guess the company went broke. There was too much competition from sugar cane grown in Florida and Hawaii. Dad worked in the factory for at least one season and he was able to take members of his family through the factory. The farmers could buy beet pulp from the factory to feed cattle. Most people did not feed this pulp to dairy cows. It left a bad taste in the milk. It did have a lot of food value for the animals but the pulp itself smelled very badly. The factory was very interesting. I was hoping I would get a chance [Page 7] to work in one. But it was only open for a period of time long enough to process the beets. Most of the men working in the factory probably also grew beets. It was hard to get a job there unless you had some ties with the company. My brothers and I learned to work hard on the farm. I believe that any one of us was strong enough to perform most jobs on haying or threshing crews and able to compete with most men. James and Willard could, I know. And if I couldn't, I wouldn't admit it. Hay in our community was stacked by using bed ropes, a sling on the wagon and a cable that hooked into the sling, and was rolled by a team of horses hooked to the other end of the cable. At the starting end of the stack a post was planted 3 to 4 feet on each side of center of desired width of stack. A heavy bed rope was attached to each post and ran the full desired length of stack. The hay wagon had a sling with large eyes spliced in each of the single ends placed equadistant from center of wagon bed length and hanging approximately 12 inches over the edge of the wagon. The doubled portion was tied in to one large loop which hung over the length center on the side opposite the planned stack. These slings had to be placed exactly and care taken they weren't moved while loading the wagon. If the sling could not be reached after wagon was loaded the wagon would have to be unloaded by hand. If the slings were not placed correctly the load might break up while rolling and would have to be moved where wanted by hand. When the wagon was in place the stacker handed the wagon driver the hook end of the cable and kept tension on the cable while the driver lowered himself to the ground. The driver then hooked the cable to the center loop of the sling and stood by controlling the horses when the load was rolled off the wagon. The stacker [Page 8] tied a bedrope to each single loop of the sling and gave signal when ready for driver of the team attached to the other end of cable to start his team, pulling the cable parallel to the center of the wagon and the bedrope poles. When the stacker gave the signal, the man controlling the team, pulling the cable, rolled the hay off the wagon and up the bed ropes until the stacker had the position he wanted and gave the signal to stop. He was careful to be accurate because misplaced hay had to all be moved by hand. When there wasn't enough wagons working to make it worth while to have an extra team and driver to pull the cable, the wagon driver pulled the double tree pin, slipped the neck yoke off the end of the wagon tongue and drove his team around to pull the cable. Another way to stack hay was using what was called a Jackson fork when loading into the barn haylofts. It was also used when a derrick was available for stacking hay. In some areas buckrakes and overshot stackers were used to stack hay in open spaces. The rolling method had one disadvantage, the hay sometimes rolled so tightly that when you used hay from the stack it was difficult to pull apart. To get back to first memories. We had our enormous yard to the north of the house. A root cellar was dug and well covered with straw and dirt for protection from rain, snow, and frost. Inside the cellar, pits were dug to store for use out of season, such vegetables as potatoes, carrots, turnips, and parsnips. These were kept covered till used. Fruits such as apples and pears were stored in baskets. Shelves were constructed to hold Mother's canned fruit and vegetables. Due to the size of the family she canned most of them in two quart Mason jars. Three hundred jars is my estimate of the amount stored after a canning season. In the wintertime snow had to be shoveled off the door before the root cellar could be opened. It was also necessary to make routine checks for spoilage and remove the [Page 9] bad ones. The old adage, "A rotten apple will spoil the barrel", is very true today as it was when I was young. Also, in this big yard there was plenty of room to set up a baseball game, steal the sticks, hide and seek, play marbles, pitch horseshoes, and other games common to the area. Right next to the property line, adjacent to the road running west from intersection, an irrigation ditch flowed east from an irrigation canal which flowed south through our property about 1/8 mile west of our corner. This ditch supplied water for farmland east of the canal and continued between our property line and a sand hill eight to ten feet high that started at our corner and extended in north to southwest roaming line through our property. Hence the name: The Sandhill Ranch. The irrigation ditches, located right next to this sand hill created a continual problem to keep it open. The winds from the south blew sand into the ditch. It was a favorite playing place for us when we were young. It was great to slide down the hill and of course we pushed a lot of sand down the hill into the ditch. In order to get the horses and cows drinking water the corral extended down to the ditch on the western side of the sand hill. They also contributed to filling the ditch with sand. This ditch that furnished water for Mother's garden and lawn had to be dug out by hand or use a team and ditcher nearly every time the lawn and garden were irrigated. Peter Monson1 owned half share of the ditcher and it was quite a chore to get the ditcher, so we usually dug the ditch out by hand. footnote 1: [He was a bishop in the ward for some time and seemed to be a good friend of the family.] Mother had some of her garden to the west of the corral and sand hill before it was put closer to the house. Some garden went into our play area and some south of the entrance gate and lane which was on the south side of the house. This lane went to the garage which was an extension of the granary. The lane then went to a gate that allowed access to the fields. [Page 10] Another gate was available to allow access to the corral. This garden area had a few fruit trees that never produced much fruit. However, the land between the fruit tree rows was used for garden. I barely remember my first day of school. I wanted to go when I was five. Since my birthday was on November 24th it was decided I would wait till I was six and start school on the first day of school 1927. There was no kindegarten at our school. The schoolhouse was a pleasant looking two room building. It was sided with sandstone rocks all cut or split the same size and layed as you would lay bricks. They were much larger than bricks. It had a hip shingled roof and a bell tower. The bell was rung at the beginning of school, at the end of first recess, at the end of lunch hour, and at the end of afternoon recess. We had outside toilets, one for the boys and one for the girls. The building had two large rooms. The south room was the learning place for grades one through four. This room was known as the little room. This did not denote size of the room, it was meant to describe the age and size of the students. One teacher taught all four grades. Miss Tommely was the teacher when I started school. She later married a Basque sheepherder and became Mrs. Garrett. Mrs. Vasatka, a sister of Mrs. Garrett was teaching grades five through eight when I started school. For heat each room had a large coal or wood burning stove with a metal sheeting attached around it to reflect the heat and to keep the castings which were very hot away from curious fingers. I'm afraid in winter unless your seat was near the stove, you would need almost as many clothes to keep warm inside as you would outside. [Page 11] The teacher would start the morning out by assigning each class study material. Then class recitation would start, usually the lower grade first. All would get their turn. More time was spent with those in the first grade until they learned the class routine. Then it was phonics (teaching a person to read by sounding out letters), and class recitation over and over again. We started with the letters of the alphabet and vowels. We learned to enunciate syllables, then complete words. We started arithmetic by learning to count. Each started writing by learning to write his or her own name. Reading, writing and arithmetic, the three r's of learning. Repetition, again and again until the class was ready to move on to harder challenges. It was like suddenly everything was opening up when I learned to count to one hundred and knew how to count higher and higher. When I was able to take a simple learning book and read what it said and then to be able to write my name and then write to express my thoughts. Suddenly learning was becoming fun. When I finished the 4th grade and moved into the big room, Mrs. Vasatka had quit teaching. Everyone had liked her. I believe my new teacher's name was Valeria Simmons. James was probably in the 8th grade the year I started school. Rowena should have been in the 6th grade and Willard should have been in the 4th grade. Miss Simmons had me study books for 7th grade arithmetic and english during summer vacation after completion of the 6th grade. I took a test and skipped the 7th grade.2 So I only had seven years in elementary school. footnote 2: [Rowena was also advanced a grade.] I remember an incident that happened during my first year in school. About a week after school started a new boy was brought to school by his father. He stayed about an hour after his father left and during recess he was gone. The next morning his father brought him back again. This continued for about three days and I suspect he got whipped each day he [Page 12] went home. Finally, he got the message. He was looked at as an oddity for awhile. But finally he was accepted. He became one of my best friends. I only remember going to his home on one occasion. His family lived way up on the foothill bench. I found out one thing, he had a longer distance to walk to school than I did. Because we lived so far away from most of my school acquaintances and each of us had a lot of work to do at home, we didn't visit at each others homes very much. I remember Enoch Hansen lived across the road from the school. He was one of the older settlers in the area. His son, George Hansen, lived on a ranch just north of the foothill pull. This was a hill that had to be climbed before taking out on a trip to Wolverine. This was also where we tried out our skis and toboggans during the winter snows. One winter some of the older boys made a ski jump about half way down the hill. I pulled the toboggan up the hill. Rowena and a couple of others wanted to ride down. When we started down the hill the toboggan got in the ski tracks. We tried to steer out of them but couldn't. So over the jump we went. Everybody had their legs tucked in and were hanging onto the hand ropes. The toboggan went 6 to 8 feet into the air. Then everybody did the wrong thing. We let go of the hand ropes and ended up in a pile of legs arms and what have you. Fortunately no one was seriously hurt. No one wanted to ride with me on the toboggan again. I wonder why? This hill was called foothill pull because many tried their horses out pulling the hill. Also, those that had automobiles tried them out on the hill. We didn't have skis like they have today. If they were available we didn't have the money to buy them. James and Willard boiled and steamed the tips of two ski size boards. They attempted to make the tips curl up. They used them for awhile but they weren't very much good. Finally, Mother and Dad bought them a pair of store skis. They were attached to your [Page 13] feet by a strap that went from one side to the other and you just kicked your shoe toe into the loop. Skiing for me was straight down the hill and hoping to stay in a standing position. I did like to ski over the drifts along the side of the road. I was pulled behind a saddle horse, a bob sled and in my later school years behind a car. We would hang onto a rope and ski similar to water skiing behind a boat. Back to the Hansens. Enoch Hansen raised sheep and farmed. His grown sons were Dad's age and younger. Remus, Geo and Pete all lived around Enoch. As a matter of fact I would speculate that Enoch Hansen, Anton Anderson and possibly Peter Monson were the first settlers in the area we lived in. I vaguely remember being told that Enoch Hansen donated the land for Upper Presto School. The last time I went by, the school and fences were gone and the land was included in fields that used to belong to Pete Hansen. These early settlers and their descendants owned most of the land south between us and the foothills. The foothill bench was choice farmland. Our land was fair. One section to the west had a lot of gravel. Dad always said it would make a good gravel pit. That he should sell it to the county for road repair. I guess I'm fortunate when I describe our homesite. Other than my only living sibling, Mildred, there is no one else in the family to dispute what I say. Mildred has read my statement of my life before enlisting in the U.S. Navy and has helped me make corrections when our memories differ. There is a transformer relay station located on the land where our house and outbuilding used to be. This is no help in seeing the Sand Hill Ranch as I remember it when we lived there. Back to the Hansens. George Hansen had a daughter about my age. I believe she was in the same classes in school. I admired her very much. Ruby had a nice pony with all the [Page 14] trappings, which she rode to school some of the time. She also had a brother, Rodney, about James age. To me they were a prosperous family. In addition to farming they also ran beef cattle. Pete Hansen had a family which I don't remember at all. Probably because the children were younger then I was. If Pete didn't seem as prosperous as his two brothers, Remus and George, it was due no doubt to his being the youngest and he hadn't had time to accumulate what they had. Remus and Mary Hansen had a large house on the east side of the Upper Presto Road. His land started adjacent to the Anton Siding Railroad Spur which had originally been setup for beets. Remus's land lay south of the railroad track that continued on and dead ended in Goshen. There was also a beet dump in Goshen. I don't know for sure why this railroad siding was called the Anton Spur. It's possible it was named after Anton Anderson. The railroad track bisected our land making it what we called the upper eighty and lower eighty (approx.). It was at this siding that Dad bought one acre of land3 adjacent to the siding from Remus Hansen. footnote 3: [Upon which he built a potato cellar.] Willard said in his letter about Dad's life that the cellar was 140 feet long. The timber to build the cellar was contracted for in the Island Park area and was shipped down by railroad car and unloaded right on site at the Anton siding. The timber was pine, 8 to 10 inches in diameter. I don't know how wide the cellar was but I would estimate a minimum of 24 feet [Page 15] and possibly 30 feet. So the roof poles would have been approximately 18 feet long. The roof pitch wasn't as great as a house. The log rafters were covered with wire netting, building paper, then straw with a covering of earth over the top. This roof had to keep frost from freezing the potatoes during the extreme Idaho winters. On the south side in the middle of the cellar length, an office was built above the cellar with stairs leading down into the cellar. On the railroad track side an elevator shaft extended out of the cellar. A building covered it on the outside to keep heat loss to a minimum when the elevator shaft was opened. Sacks of potatoes were placed on two slatted revolving chains. They were elevated high enough to be able to slide on a removable chute to a platform placed in a refrigerated railroad car. The bunkers in these cars that normally carried ice in hot climates had kerosene stoves that had to be lit in cold weather. We found this to be extremely dangerous if the top hatch wasn't left open while servicing the bunker. We had a car of potatoes on the Goshen siding all loaded out. We were waiting for an engine to pick them up and had a freezing wave going through the area. After the railroad picked the cars up, keeping the contents safe from freezing was their responsibility. So James and I were in the bunker one morning. James was lighting the burner and told me to come on down and close the hatch. He was concerned the open hatch would freeze the potatoes. I got extremely sick and tried to get out. Dad heard me struggling to get out so he opened the hatch and pulled me out. By this time James had to be carried out of the bunker. Carbon monoxide nearly got us. About a week later Dad hired a man in the Goshen area to keep the stoves serviced. He cautioned him about the carbon monoxide danger but I guess he didn't believe Dad. He was found dead a couple of days later with the hatch closed. He was standing, bent over with his head against the side of the bunker. He had an unlit cigarette between his fingers. Dad was really shook up. The man [Page 16] had been warned. But he was working for Dad, and Dad felt some responsibility for his death. He wasn't a full time employee, but Dad was able to get his wife some benefits from state employees compensation. I don't remember all the details of the case. During the building of the cellar, there was a need for more posts which were used like studs in a house to carry the load of the roof. These posts were probably 10 feet long on two rows that supported the center span and 8 feet high on the edges next to the earth sides. There were four rows of these posts running the full length of the cellar with pole plates fitted to the top of them to carry the rafters, all poles 8 to 10 inches in diameter. Dad sent James, with me along to help as I could, to Island Park to get a load of posts on our 1926 Chevrolet truck. Everything went as planned. The truck was heavily loaded down with poles. We were coming back and just starting down the grade into Warm River. In those days the road was steep, narrow and winding. The clutch went out. With the clutch not holding, the engine compression could not be used to reduce speed. The brakes on the truck were marginable. So that left James with two choices. Either try to stop the truck by grinding it against the road cut out or ride it out down the hill. We were picking up speed fast. He told me to lay down on the floor boards under the dash and down we went with James holding one hand on the horn. I had a feeling I didn't have very long to live. James kept the truck on the road and we didn't meet any vehicles coming up the hill or overtake any going down. It took us some time to get a new clutch plate and pressure plate. But we finally got everything repaired and the load back home. My respect for my brother James' driving ability was at an all time high. [Page 17] Speaking of that 1926 Chevrolet truck, I learned to drive with it. We hauled potatoes out of the fields in 60 pound untied half sacks. Dad would drive the truck down the soil loosened by the potato digger between two rows of these sacks. They were placed upright in rows to make it easy for a person to grab them and load them on the truck. At the end of the row Dad turned the truck around. My job was to keep the truck in the same tracks made coming down the rows, shift to compound low and let the clutch out gently and progress up the tracks until someone told me to stop. The more I drove the more I learned and was able to do more. I soon could do all the driving in the field. Eventually I was allowed to drive the empty truck from the cellar back to the field. As Rowena said, Dad tried to teach everyone to drive. The first time I tried I was about four and hadn't been invited. Dad had started the Model T and I was sitting in the driver's seat. I had watched Dad many times when he made the car go. I managed to reach my foot down to the low pedal. The car started moving. I was supporting myself on the leg on the pedal. I couldn't have got off it if I tried. Dad managed to run along side the Model T and pull my leg off the pedal and stop the car. Nobody hurt but I didn't get another chance to drive until after I took my training with the truck a few years later. One time Dad needed repair parts for machinery. He had to do some thing at home. I was the only one around. So he asked me if I thought I could take the car by myself and go to Shelley. Dad called and told the farm implement company to have the parts ready for me to pick up. I had never driven on the road before nor faced any traffic. But I had been with others and had watched them closely. I made the trip without any incident even though I had my doubts at times. I was probably somewhere between ten and fourteen at this time and I believe I drove the Graham Page. [Page 18] One mile south from our place on the right hand side of the road and on the south side of the intersection of the road going west was the home of Enoch Hansen's daughter and her husband. Their oldest child, Darlow Sibbit?, was one of my friends at school. He invited me to his place one Saturday to play. When I got there he said he had to do some work for his grandfather. The shearing crew had sheared all the sheep. If any of the sheep looked too sick to survive, the shearing crew would cut their throats and leave them to die. It was my friends job to skin out these carcasses to save the skins. I was helping him. We had half skinned out one sheep when it got up and started to walk away. This was the first and last time I ever skinned a sheep. Remus Hansen and his wife, Mary, lived on the east side of the Upper Presto Road. Their house and big red barn were a short distance from Anton Anderson's house which was on the west side of the road. Their children that I knew were Ammon, who was married and lived in a small house south of Remus's house. Living at home were Edwin, a close friend of Willard. Edwin had spinal meningitis when young and lost his hearing completely. Edna and Reva were the two youngest daughters. It was at this ranch that I had followed Willard one day and had discovered Willard and Edwin rolling cigarettes. They had taken Bull Durham and paper from a shepherd wagon. They convinced me that bad things would happen to me if a didn't take a puff. They then told me they would say I smoked also if I ever said a word about them smoking. Until this day I never told on them. These sheep wagons were kept fully outfitted with all the supplies a shepherd would need for a summer away from the ranch. However, Remus would make scheduled trips to each flock of sheep [Page 19] to make sure everything was going o.k. I remember one time I got to go along when Remus took Dad on one of these trips. He was driving his Dodge Brother Sedan which he had recently purchased. There were still snow drifts on this rolling land in the foot hills. But it was spring and the sheep had been moved up to the higher country. Remus tried to drive through one of the snow drifts but the rear wheels spun out. Everyone got out to push. Remus left the engine running in gear. He used the hand throttle to increase engine speed and then got out to help push. The wheels caught traction. The car jumped ahead and got away from all of us. All we could do was watch it disappear over the hill. We started after it as fast as we could. Then we heard the sound of the engine get louder. The car had turned on a hill side and was heading back toward us. The men tried to catch the car as it went by. Lucky for us it hit the same snow drift it had originally been stuck in and got stuck again. After we got it out this time everyone was ready to go home. Remus would have to go back the next day to check on his flock of sheep. Everyone was impressed with the Dodges ability to operate without a driver. Other neighbors I came in contact with were Levon and Mattie Christenson. They were LDS church members and recently had had their first baby. They asked me to tend their baby while they went to a church party. I was probably about twelve at the time. It was winter time so when they got home about midnight they didn't want to send me out in the dark and cold. They only had one bed so Levon slept in the middle, his wife Mattie had one side, and I had the other side. Today people might think that an odd solution, but then when the house was almost as cold inside as out it was a good solution. Fires were banked at night. The next morning the first person up started the stove to warm up the kitchen area. Usually the small children were allowed to warm and put on their clothes near the stoves. [Page 20] Levon's older brother, Rulen and family had a farm joining Levon's and Mattie's farm to the west on the north side of the Firth Road. Neither Anton Anderson or Enoch Hansen's families were LDS Church members at this time. Chris Anderson, our neighbor, married Pearl Monsen, daughter of Peter Monsen and joined the church. Some of the other neighbors I can remember. Going toward Shelley, on the left side of the road, one plus miles lived a family of Japanese. This was the first oriental family I had ever seen. They had a fairly large family. There was a son nearly my age by the name of Jimmy. The only time I remember going to their house was with Dad. I think he took Mr. Sukashua's potatoes on consignment one year. The name spelling is probably wrong but it sounded somewhat like that. There was some things I remember about them. They dressed neat and looked clean. When I found out the children attended a Japanese school every Saturday in Idaho Falls, I thought that was neat. They didn't attend my school or my church. On the right side of the Shelley Road about a quarter of a mile north from our place lived Frank Anderson, Chris Anderson's brother. He had a Holt Caterpillar track tractor, Model 20. He had a smaller grain separator than the one Chris used and also did threshing for his neighbors during the harvest season. My Mother tolerated cats as long as they stayed outside but she would not allow them in our home. I guess she visited Frank Anderson's wife one time and a cat was on the kitchen table. She didn't approve of that and expressed no desire to go back to this home. Still further north one mile from the Goshen intersection, Rafael Larson lived. He was Bishop of the Goshen Ward shortly before and after we moved to Blackfoot. He had two sons nearly [Page 21] my age, one younger and the other older one was named Ray. The other name I do not remember. But we were in Priesthood Quarums [sic] together and also in the same scout troop. One mile to the east toward Goshen, Oliver Nielson and family lived. Carlos was about my age and we were also in Priesthood Quarums and scouting together. The Larsens and Nielsons sent their children to school in Goshen. The school in Goshen had a majority of Mormon students. The one in Upper Presto had a majority of non-Mormons. James, Rowena and Willard attended school one year in Goshen. The next year they were reassigned to Presto. Willard said he liked Presto best. Probably he had more close friends attending Presto school. Church friends were seen only one or two times a week. School friends lived closer and were seen at least five times a week during the school session. At school we played work up baseball. That is: If you didn't have enough participants to field two teams, you started a game by placing one person at each position and the rest were batters. Each time a batter was put out, he went to left field and everyone moved up one position until you were finally pitcher, then catcher and finally batter. We remembered our places and continued the game the next free time. I really enjoyed my elementary schooling at Upper Presto. Below I'll list my schooling and the year I began each grade. 1st grade 1927 Teacher Miss Tommely 2nd grade 1928 Teacher Miss Tommely got 3rd grade 1929 Teacher married and became 4th grade 1930 Teacher Mrs. Garrett 5th grade 1931 Teacher Valerie Simmons 6th grade 1932 Teacher Valerie Simmons 7th grade skipped Teacher Valerie Simmons 8th grade 1933 Teacher Valerie Simmons Graduated 1934 Teacher Valerie Simmons [Page 22] As you can see we had many years to play baseball and many other games. A few were steal the sticks and in the winter-time, fox and geese. In later years we had a steel swing set with six swings. When we were in the big room and felt big, some of us, older boys, would put the inside and outside swings around the center pole and outside pole to get them out of the way. We would stand and swing the center swing diagonally. This was fun but proved to be dangerous. A girl was swinging in a normal way on the inside swing across the poles from the side I was maneuvering my swing diagonally. I managed to work my swing high enough into her area that the footboard of her swing struck me in the back of the head and sent me flying to the ground. I was unconscious for some time. I had a big gash in the back of my head. One of the neighbors loaded me into a sleigh and hauled me to the doctor in Shelley, Dr. Cutler as I remember. On the way in I started to regain consciousness. By the time the doctor cleaned and stitched the wound I was feeling almost normal. I was taken home and went out in the garage to help Mother cut seed potatoes for planting. My teacher had told the students in her room, that she didn't think I would live and came to our house that evening after school to convey her condolences to Mother and Dad. She was surprised to find me working. The only thing I have to show for this experience is a bump on the back of my head and a good excuse to explain why I might act irrational. One year Edwin Hansen came to school with a beautiful pair of stilts that he had made himself. The handles were made long so that he could place his foot on a block of wood and the handles were long enough to regulate his stride as one does by swinging his arms when walking. He got so he could move very fast on these stilts. All the other boys, including myself, tried them out, but no one could make them work as well [Page 23] as Edwin. I started thinking of making me a pair of stilts. Edwin's stilts were well crafted, but I had something else in mind that I thought would give more speed. I made the stilts about three feet to where the foot blocks were attached, with enough additional length so that the ends would come just below my knees. I secured leather straps to the extensions. I padded them and fastened them to my legs. With a lot of practice I could run freely with them and best of all I beat Edwin in a race. Others started building this type of stilts. For awhile, until the newness wore off, stilt racing was the main event during school recesses. I had another incident when I was at Upper Presto. I liked to play catcher in baseball. I could catch well enough, but couldn't throw well enough to make me a good catcher. I had the only catchers glove so I spent quite a bit of my time playing catcher. One day I was catching and a girl was batting. I was in a normal position behind the plate. The girl swung at a pitched ball. She missed the ball and kept spinning around. The end of her bat hit me along side my jaw. The force was great enough to knock me to the ground. I got up, spit out a little blood and some tooth enamel and went on with the game. I never played as close to the plate after that. This girl made a believer out of me. I believe I was more willing to let someone else use my glove and catch after this incident. We had new neighbors move into our neighborhood. This didn't happen very often. Their last names were Quinton. The house they moved into was one mile south of our corner on the south-east corner of the intersection. Or, they were 1/4 mile north of the school house on the same side of the road. They had come from the eastern states, probably near the cotton mills where cotton cloth was manufactured. The reason I say this is that the children all came to school with shirts and dresses made from the same bolt of material. [Page 24] I thought I could take care of myself pretty well fighting or wrestling. Little did I know. Soon after the Quintons appeared at school the mother invited the children in the neighborhood to come to a get acquainted party. While at this party, the boy nearest my age showed us a pair of boxing gloves. I'd never seen a pair. So when I was invited to put a pair on, I readily accepted a challenge to a boxing match. I made a swinging punch at him. He made a quick jab to my nose and the fight was over. My nose was spouting blood all over the place. This was my first introduction to someone who was skilled at boxing. I learned that it would be very wise to take some instruction in boxing before I tried boxing again. I also learned that difference in dress does not necessarily mean difference in ideals and ability. Another memory I would like to write about: I remember vaguely when the house Dad purchased from Joseph Christenson was moved down from Goshen. The house was jacked up and two large skids were placed under the length of the house. Logs or heavy timber were bolted to the skids, front and rear, to hold the house in place on the skids. I believe four head of horses were hooked to each skid. The house was moved down the road. Dad had a crew to move fences, mail boxes and anything in the way. Another crew disconnected telephone and electric lines. These crews replaced everything they had removed right after the house went by. I believe the house was moved the 2-1/2 miles in two days. It was left overnight in a field south of Joe Nielson's house after crossing the canal south of the bridge. As the house came to a telephone or electric line a man on the roof raised the wire over the house and carried it all the way to the rear. Those that couldn't be handled this way had to be disconnected and reconnected. A man working for the power company made all these disconnects and reconnections. [Page 25] He had climbing spurs to climb power poles fast. The new room was leveled and attached to the east end of the original house. The new addition was probably sixteen feet wide and twenty feet long. I believe it was planned to make this one large room into a livingroom and a bedroom. It never got done while we were there. We had a davenport which made into a bed in the room. In addition there was a bed at each end of the room. The depression caught up with us before the house could be finished. One more incident I remember while we were living on the farm. Either in school, primary class at church or scouting someone taught us to make kites. My kites may not have been the prettiest, but they would fly. The problem I ran into was string. We didn't have the strong and light in weight string that is available today. The two kinds that were available to me was binder twine of manila hemp and a white cotton twine we used to sew potato bags and grain bags. Binder twine came in a large ball that was used to tie each bundle of grain. The grain reaper, which cut the grain stalks, divided it into bundles with the grain heads all on one end. These bundles were tied in the middle, pushed out on a carrier and dropped in rows. They were shocked with the grain end up. This was to let them dry before threshing. Back to the kite. I used the white cotton string to frame the kite, covered it with either light fabric or grocers wrapping paper, and used the white cotton string again to tie the control string to the wooden frame of the kite. This string came in skeins of 100 approximately six feet long and was too expensive and too heavy to tie together to make a long flying string. So, I connected a ball of binder twine to the control [Page 26] line to make my flying line and went out to fly it. I had either Mildred or Glendon helping me. We went out to the sand hill in the corral. The wind was coming from south to north. We finally got the kite in the air. I let more string out trying to get the kite higher. We got it up to 25-50 feet high and it wouldn't go any higher. The weight of the heavy string and a heavy tail was more than the kite could lift. The twine broke at a weak place. The remaining flying string was heavy enough to keep the kite into the wind. The kite moved rapidly to the north over the high power electric line. The kite moved the binder twine over the first power cable on the side from which the wind was coming. The end of the twine somehow or another got wrapped around the power cable and it stuck there. Here we have a kite flying, the flying line secured to a cable of a high voltage transmission line. I was probably lucky I couldn't reach it with anything I had. I figured the line would eventually come lose, and the worst thing that could happen, I would lose my kite. So we left it flying and momentarily forgot about it. During the night the wind increased. The kite pulled the power cable into the next one and the resulting grounded circuit burned out a transformer and many people were with out electricity. The power company found my kite to be the cause of it all. I was identified as the culprit and had a lot of explaining to do. I was told how dangerous this could be and quickly promised to never fly kites over power lines again. While the power people were there they noticed that we had a rope attached to the high voltage power pole that was in our corral. We used the line attached to the pole to play Tarzan. We'd get to the top of the hill, hang on to [the] rope as we ran over the edge of the hill and swung partially around the pole. The power people took the line down. They told us that was dangerous too. So my kite might have kept us from getting electrocuted but it took away one of my favorite sports. [Page 27] I would like to explain and describe partially what we called Wolverine. I don't think it was much over 20 miles to the end of the two track road. It seemed like a long ways because the roads were so rough we traveled very slowly. I'm not sure but I believe a national forest started near what we called Wolverine. We were allowed to cut a limited number of quaking asp trees which we occasionally used for fence posts. They were very short lived for posts. The wood was very soft and they would rot out after they were planted in the ground for 3 or 4 years. There was some birch in this forest and Dad liked to use them for making double trees and single trees also wagon reaches which were used to adjust the distance between the front and back wheels of a wagon. This also pulled the rear wheels along if you did not have a wagon bed or box installed and it kept the bolsters in an upright position. There was a small lake which was fed by Wolverine Creek. Also there was a trout fish hatchery there. They would allow you to fish there as long as you didn't use a hook and threw all the fish back in. We would take a piece of string and tie a piece of bread to it. The fish would swallow the bread. You gently pulled the bread back up and toss the fish back into the lake. Best fishing I ever had but not much fun. Below the fish hatchery, Wolverine Creek flowed between rock walls in which we called the narrows. There was barely room for a car or truck and the creek. If you met another vehicle someone had to back out. Below fish hatchery if you had a fishing license you could fish. I believe this creek probably emptied into the Blackfoot River. One year Dad hauled the students of Upper Presto to Wolverine on the back of his truck for a last day of school picnic at Wolverine. I think everyone had fun with very few exceptions. [Page 28] James probably left to go on his California mission late 1930 or early 1931. Probably the last year before we moved to Blackfoot4 he rented a small acreage on the Blackfoot River that could be irrigated with river water. Access to this land was either up over Upper Presto Foothill Pull or Lower Presto Road. The man that owned the land had a two room home near the field. He had a woman that came in to do the cooking and housekeeping for him. She liked to tell the story about a harvest dinner she prepared. She went out and killed a rattlesnake and coiled it up under the table. She had a very long table cloth hanging over the table and no one could see the snake. Everyone was seated when she raised the cloth and said, "My God a rattlesnake". You can imagine the scrambling that took place to get away from the table. She told the story well. She was a good cook. I ate there once or twice while I was helping James with the potatoes. But I always looked under the table before I sat down. footnote 4: [According to the Goshen Ward minutes, James went on his mission and returned while the family lived in Goshen. They were still there for some time after before moving to Blackfoot.] The land was rich and the potatoes grew vines so heavy you couldn't see a row at all. One day while James and I were irrigating we heard the buzz of a rattlesnake. The vines covered everything so we didn't move a step. James felt around with his shovel till the snake struck at it and then cut the head off with his shovel. Needless to say, we walked very carefully after that. There was a lot of rattlesnakes in this area. James raised a bumper crop of potatoes. I'm sure the money he made was saved and used to start him on his mission. With the completion of elementary school I was ending a period of my life that I feel was very important for me. My ability to read and understand what I read, the ability to write and explain what I wrote gave me a solid foundation in the 3R's (reading, writing and arithmatic). I was eager to take on the challenges of high school. Today I'm grateful for the teachers I had. The learning habits I acquired from them made my [Page 29] next step easier. I would classify myself as one who had learning ability. I had to work hard while I was in school. I've seen some that could get passing grades without working, but I wasn't one of them. My sister, Mildred proof read what I have written to this point. She reminded me of one of the accidents she had while we were attending school in Upper Presto. We had a well with a hand pump for drinking water in front of the school. It seemed to be the place where a lot of pranks took place. There always seemed to be water snakes around this well. The boys delighted in catching one and chasing the girls with them. One boy was chasing Mildred with a snake in his hand. She was running as fast as she could around the school house and met a boy running as fast as he could. They crashed together. I believe it broke Mildred's nose. She had to be transported to Shelley to see a doctor. Whatever the extent of damage it didn't affect her appearance. She was a cute kid. Freshman Fall 1934 Firth Sophomore Fall 1935 Blackfoot Junior Fall 1936 Blackfoot Senior Fall 1937 Idaho Falls Graduated 1938 Idaho Falls The first day of high school showed how different my next four years of education was going to be. James, Rowena, and Willard had all graduated from Firth High School by the time I started. So I rode a bus to Firth for the first time without any moral support from a sister or my brothers. [Page 30] According to my calculations: James graduated from Firth High School in 1929 Rowena graduated from Firth High School in 1932 Willard graduated from Firth High School in 1934 James was 9 years older than me Born 5 Dec. 1911 Rowena was 5-1/3 years older than me Born 18 Apr. 1914 Willard was 3-1/2 years older than me Born 26 June 1916 Mildred was 3-7/12 years younger than me Born 12 June 1924 Glendon was 7 years younger than me Born 10 Dec. 1927 Mildred attended Upper Presto Grade School 1930-1935 5 yrs. attended Blackfoot & May Grade School 1935-1939 2 yrs. attended Idaho Falls Jr. High School 1937-1938 1 yr. attended Idaho Falls High School 1938-1941 3 yrs. My brother Glen was seven years younger than me. He was born 1 December 1927 Glen attended Upper Presto Grade School 1933-1935 2 yrs. attended Blackfoot & May Grade School 1935-1937 2 yrs. attended Idaho Falls Grade School 1937-1939 2 yrs. attended Idaho Falls Jr. High School 1939-1942 3 yrs. attended Idaho Falls High School 1942-1945 3 yrs. Glendon enlisted in the U.S. Navy in 1946. FIRTH HIGH SCHOOL. The town of Firth had a very small population. It was selected as the central location for a high school where students in rural areas in all directions could be bussed for a high school education. I had to catch a bus rather early in the morning and didn't get home until after five in the evenings. Students would talk to a counselor about studies available, required subjects to graduate, and recommended classes to take each year. The hours of each class selected were scheduled for each student. Each class [Page 31] had a teacher qualified to teach the subject selected. Only one class was held at the same time in each room. Classes were normally for one hour. For the next class the student would move to another room. My freshman year I took English 5 hrs. a week 36 weeks Algebra 5 hrs. a week 36 weeks W History 5 hrs. a week 36 weeks Ag I 10 hrs. a week 36 weeks Study hall 5 hrs. a week 36 weeks My freshman year was very rewarding for me. With the exception of English, I had extremely qualified teachers. For English we had a young lady fresh out of college. She was unable to maintain control of her class so there was a lot of goofing off there. I found World History extremely interesting. I could hardly wait for the next day's assignment. Algebra was very demanding. A person couldn't miss a thing as you had to know each step in order to do the next one. I got good grades but worked hard for them. At this time in my life it appeared that I would follow a farming career so I was very interested in studying Agriculture. For a project this year I had a Duroc Jersey bred gilt. I had to keep records and show all costs including keeping a record of all my own labor and take care of the pig and her piglets when they were born and show profit or loss at the end of the year. We went on field trips where each member of the class docked lambs (cut off their tails), castrated sheep and pigs and assisted with a horse. Also we learned to judge animals and did so. Most of the boys coming in from the farms were very big and strong. Some required a firm hand to control them. We had that firm hand in our principal, Mr. Park. He made a believer right from day one of anyone who doubted who was in charge at [Page 32] Firth High School. I was sorry we had to move to a new school. During this time we had left the Sand Hill Farm and at the end of the school term we moved to Blackfoot. We stayed there for my Sophomore and Junior years of high school. Some incidents worthy of note: My cousin, Keith Taylor, son of my mother's brother James, was also in Firth High School. He was a sophomore my freshman year. But I did get a chance to talk to him frequently. He later became Agriculture Teacher at Firth and spent many years in that capacity. Freshman initiation was an ordeal. It was a full day of the Sophomores initiating the Freshmen. If the Freshman passively did every thing the Sophomores demanded, there was no trouble. I for one defied them for a time. A very big Sophomore raised me up in the air about five feet and let me drop on my back on pavement. This took a lot of fight out of me. There were more Sophomores than Freshmen this year, all eager to avenge the indignities suffered last year. So it was a no-win situation to fight them. I don't know what the girls did during initiation, I was too busy with my own problems. 1934-1936 BLACKFOOT I remember very little about our rented house in Blackfoot. The house was on the southwest side of town very close to the Snake River. There was an old steel truss bridge crossing the river. The road leading to the bridge was to the north of the 1/2 acre of land that went with the house. This road also went to Arco. I can't remember hardly anything about the house. I think we were all in shock from moving away from a community where we were well thought of into a place where no one knew who we were and probably most didn't care. [Page 33] We established ties with the LDS Church and this was a stabilizing factor while in Blackfoot. One year for an agriculture project Dad found enough money for me to plant potatoes in the empty land around our house. The previous occupant had left a Model T engine converted to operate a pump which lifted the water from a ditch to irrigate the land. This engine worked, it seemed to me, only when I was cranking it. Eventually we bought an electric motor and I irrigated with electricity. I might have made enough money to pay the expenses but I'm sure it wasn't what you would call a money making proposition. Blackfoot was the county seat of Bingham County. Every year they had a fair. We had attended the fair when we lived on the Sand Hill Farm which was also in Bingham County. This fair was like most people probably remember in their rural home areas. Farm animals for judging. The ladies' cooking and canning. The delicacies each was sure would win them a blue ribbon. All the new farm implements for inspection. All the carnival rides and attractions. If you could spare a couple of dollars you could have a marvelous time and it only happened once a year. We must not forget the rodeo that was on in full swing sometime during the fair. Changing schools disrupted our lives but the actual distance we were moving our living quarters wasn't much. From Blackfoot to Firth was 11 miles, from Firth to Shelley was 6 miles, and from Shelley to Idaho Falls was only 8 miles. We walked from the Sand Hill Ranch to Shelley to go to the movie once. I roller skated down the highway from Shelley to Firth with one of my friends once. I hitchhiked home from high school in Firth to the Sandhill Ranch several times. Probably close to 4 miles from the high school building to our ranch. There wasn't much traffic on the roads at this time, so it was mostly hiking. [Page 34] For my Sophomore class I took the following subjects in school: Ag II I5 hrs. a week for 36 weeks 2 credits Project 1 credit Biology 5 hrs. a week for 36 weeks 2 credits English 5 hrs. a week for 36 weeks 2 credits Geometry 5 hrs. a week for 36 weeks 2 credits For my Junior class I took the following subjects in school: English 5 hrs. a week for 36 weeks 2 credits Typing 5 hrs. a week for 36 weeks 2 credits Am History 5 hrs. a week for 36 weeks 2 credits AG 5 hrs. a week for 36 weeks 2 credits Seminary 5 hrs. a week for 36 weeks 0 credits I decided to take typing almost two weeks after the beginning of school. It was very hard for me to catch up, but I struggled through the first semester. I rented a typewriter and practiced at home and improved some in the second semester. I started out for football during my junior year but after a couple of weeks sitting on the bench I decided that football wasn't for me. The coach also taught geometry. I could get nothing from him in geometry except sarcasm. For a person who had done so good in math I was ashamed of my scores in geometry. I can't lay all the blame on my teacher but I would give him very poor scores for his ability to teach. However, I should have looked harder for a way to find help. Almost two months before the end of my junior school year Dad leased a hay ranch in western Idaho near the small town of May, where Mildred and Glendon finished their year of school. The small mining town of Patterson was close to our house. We lived in the Valley of the Pahsimeroi River. We were [Page 35] probably 185 miles from Blackfoot. This was only for one summer. I talked to the principal at Blackfoot and he recommended me to a friend of his who had a ranch practically in downtown Blackfoot. I made arrangements to do chores and work on Saturdays for board and room until the end of my school year. They were very nice to me. I tried to give them their monies worth in work. They were so pleased they gave me 50 [cents] a week in spending money. That was the first allowance I had ever had. Sure did feel good to have money I could spend any way I wanted. I had worked for a neighbor while I was in Blackfoot. This man had a large Macintosh Apple orchard. But he used me to work for him mostly on threshing or haying crews. He paid me thirty dollars a month and one meal. Most threshing crew men at that time were getting 3 to 5 dollars a day. I wouldn't have minded that so much if he would have paid on time. I was always having to ask for my money and usually he told me I would have to wait. I worked for him only one summer vacation. Dad sent me enough money to pay for bus fare to May, Idaho. I had seen busses like the one I took to May but had never ridden on one before. They looked like the stretch limousines seen today, if you could picture a stretch limousine made from a 1935 Ford Sedan. I think there were four or more seats. Probably about twelve people could be stuffed into them. It got me to May with no problems and I was glad to see my family again. I would like to take a few minutes and make a few remarks about my brother James. He probably graduated from high school in 1929. He went on a LDS Mission for two years. His mission was in the Southern California area I remember. Riverside and San Bernardino were two of the cities mentioned in his letters. I would guess he was back with the family in early [Page 36] 1933 or maybe late 1932. He had a 1934 Ford Sedan and I know he didn't buy it new. So my guess his mission was 1930 to 1932 give or take one year. So James probably worked in the Potato Cellar with Dad after he came home from his mission. He was very good at sorting potatoes and I remember Dad placed him in charge whenever he was gone. Dad spent a lot of his time buying and selling the potatoes. He would go to the farmer's cellar and inspect them before he would make a price. Dad also took some potatoes on consignment at harvest time and stored them bulk in his cellar until he was ready to sort and ship them. By storing the potatoes in his cellar, he could keep the sorting crew busy during the winter. Willard probably graduated from high school in 1934. He also worked in the cellar. He was an excellent bagger. He sewed and stacked the potatoes or placed them on the elevator when they were loading. While sorting he also drove the truck. When Dad started his potato business he told the Malcom Brothers, who had a machine shop in Shelley, what he wanted and they manufactured the sorter to his specifications. It was really a good one. Dad was still using it some in 1941 and probably after I went into the Navy in 1941. Now about trucks. Dad's trucks during this time were all Chevrolets. The first I have already mentioned was a 1926 Chevy, then a 1929 Chevy (maybe) first dual wheels, then a 1933 Chevy. I think this last one was the one Dad built a beet bed on. This was also the one that during the Depression Dad hauled the potatoes left in the cellar to Salt Lake City to sell and hauled fruit, vegetables back. When he couldn't get fruit or vegetables he would drive down to Price, Utah and pick up a load of coal. Willard was with Dad and driving on one of these trips when a slide suddenly came down in front of them. The truck bounced over the rocks in the road and in [Page 37] the process sheared the alignment bolts that hold the rear spring leafs together. The rear axle and wheels shifted almost 450. It took them some time to get parts and jack everything back together. Dad was a good organizer. I don't think he liked to drive very much though. He always let us drive whenever we were with him. I was with Dad on one of these trips to Price, Utah. It was in the Spring of the year. The snow was starting to melt, but was still stacked on the side of the road 6-8 feet high. The rotary snow plow had knifed off the snow. It was like driving through a tunnel of snow, open on the top for as far as you could see. Everytime we would come to a low spot there would be water puddled across the road. So I would slow down everytime I saw water ahead of me. I came up behind a car and kept my distance. The driver would slow down and then pick up speed again after passing through each puddle. This one time he slowed down I thought he would pick up speed again so I let the truck coast but didn't shift down. He didn't pickup speed he stopped dead in the center of the road. I didn't see any signal of any kind. Dad didn't either. I plowed into the back of him all wheels sliding and pushed him clear over the snow embankment. There was a right angle cut in the bank of snow just wide enough for a vehicle to travel through. The man and wife lived in there. They didn't seem to be injured. The woman was really mad. I had never heard a woman curse like this one. I was too young to have a drivers license so Dad had me slide over his legs and moved himself into the drivers seat before anyone came along. A Price police officer arrived on the scene and told Dad to follow him to Price. On the way to Price Dad handed me all his money except $50.00 and told me to hide the money under the seat, which I did. The people we hit had $50.00 deductible insurance and said if we'd pay the deductible they would not press any charges. Dad told the policeman he had better put us in [Page 38] jail he only had enough money to pay for a load of coal and buy gas back to our home. If they took our money he would have to stay there. The policeman talked it over with the people and they let us go. They probably got an estimate fifty dollars over cost of repair and the repair company which he knew refunded them $50.00 to pay the deductible. We never heard from them again. They had our home address. We felt it was their fault. They had not made a signal of intent to turn. While I was going to high school in Blackfoot we had a fruit store in downtown Blackfoot. Dad kept the store supplied by trucking from Utah. Mildred mentioned the indians asking for the spoiled fruit. The Indian reservation headquarters at Fort Hall was 25 miles south of Blackfoot toward Pocatello. I remember the indians also. When I could I bought buckskin gloves from them. They were great for driving a car, not too good for heavy work though. You could buy them for a dollar. For $5.00 you could buy a pair of gauntlet gloves all decorated with beads. The fruit store only lasted about one year. Willard had been working the truck with Dad and it was during this time that Dad got bad checks from this man in Salt Lake City. No store, no money and a 1935 Chevrolet Truck that Dad had bought on time. Payments coming due for the truck. Willard left and went out on his own at this time. He and Dad had an argument, probably over money. Willard never lived with the family after this argument. It took Mother a long time to get over this and was probably the reason she was sick most of the last year in Blackfoot. Willard has told his life history. I was very sorry to see him leave. He was the nearest to my age and I'm sure I was a pain in the neck for him as I wanted to go with him whenever I could. We were too far apart in age to be close like those siblings who have one to two years difference in age. However, he did look out for me many times and I always admired my brother Willard. [Page 39] I also think this had an effect on my Dad. Soon after this the fruit store was closed and Dad started roaming all over the farming communities buying old farm equipment and car engines which he hauled to businesses that purchased scrap metal for resale. He was looking for more valuable metals like aluminum, copper and brass. He also picked up old batteries. I went with Dad one time when we picked up a load of horse bones. I guess they were ground up for the calcium in them. He got a pretty good price for them. Dad also sold the Farm Journal Magazine (I think this was the name). Whenever he inquired about junk metal he tried to sell Farm Journal subscriptions. During his trips looking for junk metal he ran into a farmer in Salmon, Idaho who had a cellar full of potatoes he hadn't sold. Dad made a deposit to hold the whole cellar. James must have returned from his mission about this time because he became involved in sorting these potatoes and hauling them to Utah to sell. This must have also been the time Rowena talked about while writing about Dad, that Dad and James couldn't get on WPA because they had never signed up for it. It was during this time that Dad would bring home flour sacks full of day old bakery goods. They weren't welfare like Glendon thought but were bought for 25 to 50 cents a sack from the bakeries. Dad did get some hand outs from the church and county but not very much. The county gave him such things as government canned corned beef. One time the church gave him some cash to pay pressing bills. I made one trip with Dad and James to Salmon, Idaho after potatoes. We were following the Salmon River from Challis toward Salmon. A new highway was in the process of being built. It was raining hard and we had to pass over this new road. They had banked the road around a curve so steep that we started sliding toward the river. The only thing that kept us from sliding into the river was the edge which was so mushy that the truck half buried itself in mud. The road construction company brought in a bull dozer to drag us out. After we got to a solid road [Page 40] again we hauled buckets of water from the river to clean the mud off the truck. We proceeded to Salmon and sorted and bagged a load of potatoes. The weather had cleared and we were told that US 93 Highway was passable where we had problems previously. So we headed back the way we had come through Challis to Arco. We had barely left Arco; it was crowded in the truck cab with three of us. James was driving and it was after midnight. I volunteered to ride on the load in back. There was a canvas over the potatoes. I crawled under it, made myself a hole in the load and settled down for some rest. We had gone about 20 miles when wind got under the canvas and flipped it off the load. I banged on the cab and told Dad and James the canvas had blown away. With a yell, "I'll go get it", I jumped off the truck and went after the canvas on the run. I found the canvas and started to run back to the truck. I ran what seemed like plenty of time to see that truck and there was no truck. It suddenly hit me, I was out in the middle of a 50 mile desert, before daylight and on a highway with chances of traffic unlikely and Dad and James headed for home. Evidently they didn't even know I wasn't on the truck. I carried that canvas for a quarter of a mile. Finally I got angry and threw it away. I almost panicked but finally I calmed down and started walking. After a short period of walking, I heard a car coming from behind. I stayed in the middle of the road and waved my arms. I was surprised the car didn't go around me. I was dirty, tired and probably didn't look very respectable. A man stopped. I told him my story. He said, "get in and we'll catch your father and brother". This man was a traveling salesman and had to be in Pocatello by morning. He drove his car very fast and we caught them before they got to Blackfoot. He pulled up along side the truck, I opened the window and waved them over to the side of the road. They were shocked to see me in that car. After I banged on the cab and told them the canvas had blown off, they had decided it wasn't worth going back for. They had yelled [Page 41] back, "forget it!" but I was already long gone. James even let me ride in the cab again. We thanked the man who had rescued me. I like to think that the little prayer that had run through my mind might have helped bring that stranger to my rescue. Another incident before I left Blackfoot: Sometime after we left the Sand Hill Farm Dad had purchased a nice looking 1931 Ford Victoria Coupe Model A. Probably about 3 years old. It was in fair shape but the brakes were very poor. Dad never had much work done on a vehicle as long as it would run. There was only one person who seemed to think Ford mechanical brakes were better than hydraulic and that was Henry Ford himself. In my opinion brakes were the one drawback to owning a Ford. When the other manufacturers went to hydraulic brakes, the Ford in the years 1936 through 1938 could not provide the safety of those with hydraulic brakes. Back to Dads 1931 Model A. He let me take it to drive other members of my Blackfoot AG class to a judging contest in Firth. We got down to Firth ok and we did pretty well in the judging contest. Coming back someone asked me how fast the Model A would go. I decided to find out. I think there were 3 boys with me. I had the speed up to 50 - 55 miles an hour. I came around a curve and there was a car in front traveling very slow. There was a car coming from the other direction. My brakes weren't slowing me down fast enough. I made a decision to cross over the road and head for the borrow pit on the opposite side which didn't have any telephone or power poles in it. I almost made it, but almost isn't close enough. The oncoming car hit the rear bumper on the right side of the Model A and flipped it over on its side in the borrow pit. This was done rather gently, the Ford wasn't moving very fast at this time. No one inside was hurt. We had to lift the doors straight up to get out. Everyone got out ok except one boy got a small cut on his face from coming in contact with the square corner of the door as he exited the car. The man [Page 42] only asked me one question, other than my name and address, "why didn't you go off the right side of the road rather than cross in front of oncoming traffic"? I told him why. He said, "I guess that makes sense". I told him my Dad was having a pretty hard time financially and that I had a job and would pay 1/2 my wages each month untill I paid for the damages. He thought the damage would run over fifty dollars, but he said if I would pay fifteen dollars a month for 3 months he'd be satisfied. I said I would and I did. This was while I was working for the neighbor at thirty dollars a month. I gave the man whose car I had damaged fifteen dollars a month and gave the other fifteen dollars to Mother. Lesson: I swore I would never drive a car without good brakes again. I never have. Also: Trying to show off in front of your friends had better be done some place other than behind the steering wheel of a car. The Model A was easy to turn back on it's wheels. Everybody at the scene of the accident lifted and pushed. The engine started and we were on our way home. I don't remember anyone driving the Model A again after my accident. It wasn't too badly banged up. I guess Dad must have sold it. I can't remember anything more about it. After I arrived in May, Idaho, Mildred and Glen had a lot to show me. A small three room house that perched on the side of a hill right next to a dirt road that went by the house. To the east was Patterson. Patterson was the site of a tungsten mine. Tungsten is a hard metal and one of the uses of it was the filament in electric light bulbs that heated and glowed to make the light. Someone told me that this was the largest tungsten mine in the United States at this time. Sure didn't look that big to me. [Page 43] Right across the road and up a steep hill about 1/4 of a mile was a spring. It was screened in and the water flowed down the hill in a pipe buried in the ground. It went under the road and exited to one side off the house. There was good cool water coming out of that pipe most of the time. If it wasn't flowing we would have to climb the hill and clean the spring out. A large creek flowed down the Patterson Canyon and went through the property we were leasing. Below the house was a bunk house. The creek ran approximately 50 feet from the bunk house where James and I slept. I don't remember if Glen slept in the bunk house or not. The creek which we will call the Patterson Creek was the place where the boys took their baths. These were the coldest baths I ever took. Antelope ran wild all over this region. They were protected. It was a $500.00 fine if you were caught killing one. For the farmers they were a nuisance. But they were sure pretty, also very flighty. If they even thought you were looking at them they were gone. One day James had taken us for a ride in his 1934 Ford. We were traveling over one of the two-track roads prevalent in the area. We came upon five or six antelope in a group. James said he'd out run them. He was traveling over fifty miles an hour. The antelope passed us, crossed over in front of the car and were gone. By a two-track road I mean just that, a track for each set of wheels can be very rough riding. It is rather risky to drive that fast on this type of road. A hard to see obstacle may be noticed too late. Soon after I arrived on the hay ranch the spring water quit running so Mildred, Glen and I went up the hill to see what the problem was. I cleaned the holding resevoir [sic] out and got [Page 44] the water running again. We decided to climb to the top of the hill. Going up was steep and the footing was poor. We got to the top. We rested and looked at the view before we started down. I was in front going down slowly. I suddenly heard a frightened sound from Mildred. I looked back and she was coming straight down, leaning forward, out of balance and running fast. I pulled her down as she went by me. She was in great pain. So I sent Glen down for help and tried to make Mildred more comfortable. Dad and James came up the hill and we carried Mildred down, put her in James' car and James, Dad, Mother and Mildred took off for Salmon which was the closest place where there was a doctor. Glen and I didn't have much to do so I decided we should try to get the garden plowed while Mother, Dad, James and Mildred were gone. There was an old Fordson Tractor down below the house and nearby we found a pull behind single bottom plow. We got gas from the truck and managed to get the Fordson started. Backed up to the plow and hooked the tractor to it. I got the tractor in position where I wanted to start a back furrow but couldn't figure out how to trip the lift mechanism to let the plow point enter the ground. There was only one lever. It had a piece of rope attached so I was positive this was the trip lever but I pulled and nothing happened. I looked closely at the mechanism that was locking the plow frame to a sliding furrow wheel shaft. There were two spring loaded dogs holding the plow in the up position. So, I thought if I could release them the plow would come down. I was leaning over this area while I pried the two dogs out with two screw drivers. Did that plow ever drop down! When it dropped the furrow wheel shaft shot up and caught me in the mouth area. When I could finally get my self cleaned up enough to find out how much damage was done, I found the center tooth of my upper teeth was loose and the tooth on either side was snapped off level with the gums. The pain seemed unbearable but there was nothing I could do until the rest of the family got back from Salmon. I did at intervals rinse my mouth with [Page 45] salt water. After a few hours the pain wore off. I hardly noticed it. The two broken teeth were draining so that I had to spit often to clean my mouth. When the family got home, we found out Mildred had a broken rib and was all bandaged up. They were gone three days. I told Dad and Mother I would be alright, and I was until the drainage of my teeth stopped. One night the pain was so bad I thought I couldn't stand it. So I took the leather punch on my pocket knife and drilled a hole through the center of each of my two broken off teeth until they started draining again. As long as I kept these holes draining I had no pain. I never saw a dentist until 2-3 years later when I enlisted in the Navy and had the damage repaired at my expense. I'll comment on this in Part II My Life. Later James and I plowed the garden. We found that the plow would trip by lifting up on the adjusting lever for furrow wheel. Dad told me I could have an 8 acre field to raise grain if I wanted to. I plowed the field with the Fordson tractor. It was rocky ground and I found that tractor had a tricky habit. When the plow point would catch on something and stop forward movement, the wheels would remain stationary but the tractor would start pivoting. That is: the front wheels would come up off the ground. I suppose if you didn't stop the movement by releasing the clutch the tractor would turn over backwards. I found out, by talking to others, that this was a known characteristic of all wheel tractors and especially Fordson tractors. This characteristic was later corrected by who else, Henry Ford and Ferguson with their three point hitch. Anyway, I got my patch of oats planted and watched it grow. It was almost ready to harvest. One morning when I went down to check it there wasn't a head of grain left in the field. You guessed it! The antelope had been in the field and cleaned it. I guess they had been waiting until it was just right to suit their taste. [Page 46] It was almost impossible to keep them out by fencing. If a fence was so high they couldn't jump over they would dig the dirt out at the bottom with their front hoofs until they could crawl under the fence. Mother's garden turned, out very well, as usual. Besides food for our table, James would drive Mother up to the mining towns and these people would buy any vegetable she had. They began coming to the house to buy also. Soon after I arrived the man who owned the ranch told us about a sow he had that had sixteen piglets. He told Mildred and me if we would raise them on a bottle he would let us take six of the piglets for half of them when they were weaned. That seemed like an easy way to make a little extra money so we got Mother and Dad's approval and went down to get the piglets. Sixteen was too many for the sow to furnish milk for. We were to pick up milk from the rancher to feed the piglets. I knew sows could be very ferocious when something bothered their young. I had heard Dad tell about a sow he had that had farrowed in the side of a straw stack. Dad didn't try to move them because he knew she'd get excited. Some pigs have been known to eat their young if they are bothered. One morning one of the piglets was missing. The second morning another was gone. The third morning there was a dead coyote badly mauled laying near the pigs. The rancher had a board fenced runway built between his two pig pens, which were also board fenced. He had a board gate that he could place at either entrance to a pen. He got some feed and called the sow to the other pen. The piglets were too young to follow her. We snapped the gate into place behind the sow and tied it down. The rancher told me to go get the six piglets I wanted. I was getting one at a time and handing it to Mildred. She placed each into a large sturdy [Page 47] cardboard box and put a cover over the top each time a piglet went into the box. I had removed five and picked up the sixth. This one let out a high pitched squeal. I heard a crash and looked around. That sow had hit the gate, broke the boards and was coming at me like a steam locomotive. The rancher yelled "run!" I started to take off. My foot slipped and that sow hit me on the leg. She ran by me, turned and looked at me, foaming at the mouth. By the time she got her bearings and started at me again, I left the piglet, got up and was over the fence. I was asked if I was hurt. I said I don't think so but noted one trouser leg was ripped. When I rolled up my trouser leg I found a very deep gash on my leg about one inch long. When we returned to the house I disinfected the gash, put bandaids on it, and kept it clean. I never had a problem with it. We took the piglets to the house and Mildred watched them there. This didn't last very many days until the piglets pushed the cover off the box and their little hoofs clattering around the house made it impossible for any one to sleep. So we had to build a small pen and shelter outside. The piglets grew fast and we soon had them off the bottle and drinking out of a container. I don't remember for sure how long we kept the piglets but the rancher took them back eventually and gave us a fair market price for our 2-1/2 piglets. I don't remember for sure how many acres of hay we farmed. But there was a lot of it. The horses we used belonged to the rancher and ran wild during the winter. They were some wild horses to use the first two or three weeks! We had to start them out pulling wagons before we dared to put them on mowing machines or rakes. With so much hay to cut and stack one team was kept mowing and raking all the time. I think we ran 2 or 3 wagons. Mildred ran a wagon. I believe I pitched [Page 48] hay in the field. Dad or James stacked the hay and one other helped me pitch. I think Dad hired at least two hands besides our family. One day, as told by Mildred, the team on the mower spooked and ran. This scared Mildred's team and another team on a wagon ran. All were soon under control. Three runaways at one time! At this time James was giving Mother a driving lesson. He had let her drive the car back from the Paterson Mine. From the top of the hill Mother could see the three teams running. It excited and worried her so much that James had a hard time getting her to stop the car. We had three hay wagons. We loaded all three then drove them to the hay stack and unloaded them. James was stacking so was able to take Mother to the mine while we were loading the first loads. Glendon by his own account ran the derrick horse. As Glendon said, the haying was one crop after another. That fall we packed up and moved back to Idaho Falls. We were going on one of the two track roads which we had to travel on many miles to get to a highway. James' car was the only one we had. A trailer hitch was made for his car. I don't know where the two wheel trailer came from. We loaded everything we had on the two wheel trailer. A mistake was made in trying to balance the load. We should have had at least 100 pounds weight on the hitch. By being balanced it allowed the load to rock back and forth, up and down. This kept bending a piece of strap iron used to attach the trailer tongue to car hitch. It finally snapped. The tongue flew up in the air and spilled Mother's furniture all over. One thing that was badly damaged was Mother's sewing machine. It was a White foot treadle model. She had had it for years. I believe it was given to her by her mother. Mother was really sick when this happened. The head appeared to be alright. But the cast iron legs were broken in many places. We care- [Page 49] fully looked around until we found every piece of the sewing machine. Glendon and I stayed with the trailer. The rest of the family went to have a new tongue strap made for the trailer. Glendon and I gathered everything together and tried to get the belongings organized as best as we could. It didn't take long to manufacture the new part. They had a heavier piece of strap iron made the same length and holes drilled to match the holes in the original piece of strap metal. We replaced two bolts and fastened the trailer to the hitch on the car. We carefully reloaded the belongings and were on our way to Idaho Falls again. This was to be our new home. An apartment was rented on Lake Avenue. One of the first things we did after we got settled was look for a good welder. He welded the legs of the sewing machine back together. Considering the many parts that had to be welded he did a good job. I'm sure, to Mother, it didn't look as good as it was before. But it did work as good and she was grateful to get it back. It had been a rush to get back in time for me, Mildred and Glendon to start school in Idaho Falls. I had my tonsils removed the day before Thanksgiving that year, 1937. This was the first time i [sic] had had ether. I remember just before I lost consciousness hearing two male voices discussing the new tool they had. It must not have worked too good because the next day I was bleeding and had to go back to have the tonsil sockets repacked. I imagine this interferred with the doctor's Thanksgiving dinner, but it completely ruined mine. I had nothing but liquids for the next few days. While living in the apartment on Lake Avenue Grandmother Stringham came and lived with us a few weeks. I guess Grandma and Mother patched up their differences. She then went to live with Uncle Ben in Logan, Utah. She died there [Page 50] 16 October 1940. She was buried in Goshen, Idaho. My Grandfather Stringham was also buried there. In 1938 Mother received $4,000.00 as a final payment on land she inherited. Grandmother Taylor, according to my pedigree chart, died on 30 April 1944. Uncle John Taylor purchased the land from Mother in 1937. Dad had to go back to May to help a buyer measure the hay which was our share for the summer's work. When Mother received her money ($4,000.00), it was used as a down payment for 80 acres of land which could be reached by going east on 19th Street one mile, then south approximately 2 miles, then east 1/2 mile just over the canal. The canal was the south to north western boundary of the farm. The house was small but did have a small bedroom in the basement. Water could be drained from the canal to fill a cistern adjacent to the basement room. We had to clean this cistern out, disinfect it before using a hand pump in the kitchen. Drinking water had to be hauled to the ranch. We had an outhouse for toilet facilities. We milked three or four cows all the time and sold milk. We placed our milk cans outside the fence on the road and a milk man would pick up our 10 gallon cans and haul the milk to the coop creamery in town. When we first moved on to the ranch, horses were used to farm with. Dad must have gotten the horses and machinery with the ranch. I only worked the one summer for Dad. Mildred and Glendon took over after that. [Page 51] Idaho Falls High School For My Senior High School Credits Sociology 5 hrs. a week 18 weeks a year 1 Economics 5 hrs. a week 18 weeks a year 1 Physics 5 hrs. a week 36 weeks a year 2 Shop 5 hrs. a week 36 weeks a year 2 Seminary 5 hrs. a week 36 weeks a year 1 English 5 hrs. a week 36 weeks a year 2 I bought a purebred Holstein-bred heifer for a project for AG 4. She was sure a beauty. She had her calf. The first year she didn't give much milk. Moving around so much surely didn't help me in high school. The worst year was my senior year. Starting late in the year in a new school definitely was not a plus. I don't recollect making any close ties in high school. As for girls, I remember my neighbor playmate Lillace in grade school. In my freshman year at Firth I didn't make any conquests. At Blackfoot at school I didn't find any girls I wanted to date. If I had I wouldn't have had the money to spend. In Firth and Blackfoot I wore corduroy trousers and light shirts to school. In those days it was unthinkable to wash these corduroys. They were stiff when new and held their shape. They must have looked pretty horrible in the eyes of a girl. Each year I would start the school year with a new pair. In church young men and women met in church sponsored dances. During this period I didn't attend mutual very much. At Blackfoot Mildred had a girl friend Leora Gavoille who seemed to be interested in me. But I didn't move fast enough to suit her so she dramatically dumped me. As far as I was concerned she had never had me to dump. [Page 52] After I graduated from Idaho Falls High School, Mildred brought one of her friends home. We all went swimming in the canal. This girl (I don't remember her name) was getting too close to the flume, a concrete and plank arrangement to slow the water down and raise the water level high enough to be exited through a head gate into a ditch to irrigate our land. Anyway, I ran downstream, caught her at the flume, and pulled her out before she went over. After meeting her folks, I dated her a couple of times before I started working in Ashton. Dad bought some potatoes from a couple of our new neighbors. He had left the potato sorter in a Presto neighbo's [sic] cellar when we moved to Blackfoot. Dad purchased a 1935 International two ton truck cheap and hauled his potato sorter up to Idaho Falls. One neighbor, Alfred Pancheri had land to the south and 1/4 mile east of our place. James and I both worked in the potatoes. The International truck had been abused badly. It eventually had to have an engine overhaul. The truck had a two speed differential. This also had to have some repairs. The rear wheels didn't track with the front wheels. It was obvious that the truck frame had been damaged. The truck had been badly overloaded or involved in a wreck. We had the frame straightened and beefed up. It was better. Also the brakes were reconditioned. I drove the truck most of the time, the first year after I graduated from high school. Dad also bought potatoes from Harold Harrell's father. My sister, Mildred, later married Harold. Harold helped me load the truck and also load the potatoes into a railroad car. I thought I was very good at handling potatoes in one hundred pound bags. Harold was one of the few that could keep up with me. One day while creeping out of the Harrell's yard in compound low, one of their pigs crossed in front of me. This pig weighed probably two hundred pounds. I slowed down as slow as the truck would go and [Page 53] thought the pig had cleared the truck. I pulled slowly out onto the county road and started to pick up speed. Suddenly one set of rear wheels ran over something big. That pig had gotten under the truck and was running along with it. When I picked up speed, it tried to get out and a set of dual wheels ran over it. I got Harold's father out there and explained how it had happened. He didn't blame me and said he would take care of it. I felt really bad because I knew that I should have stopped the truck and made sure the pig was clear when I first saw it. Mr. Harrell said he should have had the pig locked up when he knew we would be working around the yard with a truck. The truck had 90 bags, each weighing 100 pounds, loaded on it when the wheels ran over the pig. The pig died instantly. The first spring after my graduation, James had found a Japanese farmer who wanted a man to run a tractor to plow and another man to harrow, to break the clods and then float to level plow ridges and harrow marks in preparation for planting. The harrowing and floating was to be done with horses. The Japanese farmer assigned James the tractor job and James had taken me along to drive the horses. The farmer helped me harness the four head of horses. He had one naturally viscious horse that would try to bite or kick anyone that came near him. We hooked up to three sections of spike tooth harrow. There was a plank that ran from the middle of one outside section to the middle of the other outside section. Each section had a lever to adjust the angle of the spikes. The plank layed on top of a metal strap that was bolted or riveted to a [sic] arm that moved each of six bars that held spikes about ten inches long and spaced approximately six inches apart. The lever set the angle of the spikes between straight down and a trailing position, nearly flat with the ground. The farmer didn't think I was making the horses move fast enough so he got on the center of the plank and told me to get on with him. He had a willow to which was attached about three feet of baling wire. He started the horses down the field of [Page 54] fresh plowed soil, whipping them all the way into a trot. Two men's weight on the harrow made it pick up a lot of soil and weight. The horses were really winded when he got off and handed me the lines. I had a hard time making them move at all after he left. I didn't like to hit the horses with the wire whip. The wire drew blood if you hit them with it. I'd driven a lot of horses for Dad and unless they ran away I never saw Dad treat his horses cruelly. I got off and walked behind the harrow and tried to make things easier for the horses and still keep them moving as fast as I could. That night I was worn out from walking all day in loose soil. The farmer said he wouldn't need me the next day but James stayed with him on the tractor a couple of weeks. This was the only time I remember getting fired. I have been laid off due to seasonal down sizing but this is the only time I was fired. It was probably a good thing, because I didn't like him or his horses. So I worked for Dad the rest of 1938. James and Willard went to work in Ashton the spring of 1939. James for Stanley Loosli and Willard for Stanley's father, Diamond. In the spring of 1940 James and Willard went back to Ashton. After one week they brought word that Donald Loosli, Diamond's youngest son, who had recently married and was starting to farm on his own, wanted me to work for him. I enjoyed working for Donald. I had a bed in the basement of their home and ate all of my meals with them. I was started out at fifty dollars a month. I bought a Model A Ford which I kept for awhile. Donald had a 1934 Dodge Coupe. Someone had side swiped this car on the drivers side when it had less than 1000 miles on it. I think Donald had bought it for $75.00. The one side looked bad but the other side looked like a new car. This car was used around the farm for a work car, much like a pickup is used today. I eventually talked Don into selling it to me for $125.00. He wanted a pickup. It ran like a dream, but the damaged door was wired [Page 55] permanently shut. I sold the Model A to someone and used the Dodge for my transportation. Don raised certified seed potatoes. All weeds and sickly plants had to be kept out of the field. About three fourths of his land could be irrigated. To lay out ditches that had enough fall to run water; Don surveyed with a water level transit that his brother who lived in Idaho Falls had invented. He used a pipe probably 3/8" or 1/2" in diameter and 3 to 4 feet long with an ell fitting at each end and a glass tube sealed into each ell, sticking up 10-12 inches. A mounting bracket was attached mid-length to the bottom of the pipe. A tripod that had a mounting device, as on a surveyors tripod was necessary. It must allow whatever attached to it to move both in a horizontal and a vertical plane. A tripod made of lighter and less expensive materials would be cheaper to acquire and easier to move around. The tube was filled with water until the water height in each glass tube was 1/2 the height of the tube. (Liquid seeks its own level.) By using a target set at bottom of water source, a ditch could be marked following terrain with right amount of fall to flow water. By sighting down first tube and adjusting transit until the two water levels and target were in alignment. This was the starting point. At each target setting allowance for fall, necessary to flow water, was allowed. A farmer could make his own or buy this cheaper version of a transit, all parts ready for assembly and use. I spent several days running target for Don while he surveyed and marked ditches. Donald had a Case Tractor Model C. The Model C was first built in 1929. He also had the necessary parts to convert the tractor to a Model CC which was the row crop version. He did his own repair work on the machinery and tractor which he used for most work on the farm. I learned a lot from Donald. He was a very good manager. He kept me busy. I got to use the tractor a lot. I mowed hay. This I loved to do. [Page 56] It took a lot of practice to make square cuts at corners. The case was set for row crop. You could turn the steering wheel hard in one direction, lock the individual wheel brake on that side and spin the tractor in a circle, pivoting on the one big driving wheel you had braked. This took a lot of finess. The mowing machine was mounted on the rear of the tractor. Most cutter bars were six foot or more long. When approaching the corner you would slow down and start your turn. Procedure would be a fast turn to right while locking brake and raising cutter bar at the moment the cutter bar dropped the last standing hay. The cutter bar has to be raised so that it wouldn't be damaged when it swung backward. While the tractor pivoted around the wheel. When the tractor has pivoted 900 and the cutter bar is aligned to make a square cut - full swaths - you should straighten front wheel, release brake and drop cutter bar just before it comes to the standing hay. You would not have clogged your cutter bar with loose hay and you would not have left any hay uncut if you did everything at the right time, and you would have slowed on the corner enough so there was no undue stress on the tractor and mower as you made your turn. Now you can resume speed. Besides potatoes, Donald raised alfalfa, hay and also seed peas. The peas, alfalfa and potatoes were irrigated. Any land that was too high to irrigate was planted in grain. The soil was excellent, but the growing season was short and crops had to be planted as early as possible to give them time to mature. Donald Loosli eventually left Ashton and went into partnership with his brother in Idaho Falls. He sold his farm to my brother, James. James had previously purchased 40 acres located across the road to the north from Stan Loosli. This land James and his wife, Mildred, farmed as long as he was able to. To my knowledge, Mildred still owns the land today. I finished my summer at Ashton with Don Loosli. After crops were harvested, it wasn't very long until Ashton was snowed [Page 57] in for the winter. US 20 going through Ashton to West Yellowstone was kept open. Don Loosli offered me a job the next year at $55.00 a month. I had started attending church at Marysville Ward. Willard's wife, Una, came from this community. James' wife, Mildred, also came from Marysville. Stanley Loosli and wife attended church there. I met a farmer by the name of Oliver Baum who offered me a job working for him at $60.00 a month which I accepted. This job was to start in early spring. I had met a girl, Mary Lou Kidd, at church and had even joined the choir when I learned she was a member. I wasn't that great at carrying a tune. Anyway I tried. There wasn't much time for dating while working on a farm. While I was in Idaho Falls working in the potatoes in the winter time there wasn't time or money. I sold the Dodge to Willard. He didn't have a car at this time and money was tight. He had a wife and a new daughter to support. He was working in Firth in the potatoes. Willard needed money to buy the car, so we parked the car on the street next to the loan office upstairs. We made sure the car was parked so that the good side only would show from the window. Willard was trying to borrow $150.00. I was selling it to him for less. We went upstairs for Willard to apply for the loan. I would have to sign the title. The loan agent was hesitant. For the model of the car the price seemed too cheap. He asked Willard what kind of condition the car was in. Willard said, "look for yourself, its parked right outside". The man looked out the window and seemed impressed with the good side of the car. He approved the loan. I remember Thanksgiving 1940. Rowena and her husband, John Stemmons, had invited the family for dinner at their house. John was operating a farm on shares. It was good to have the whole family together again. John and Rowena had married 23 December 1939. Rowena, by this time, was a registered nurse after putting in the long period of time necessary for schooling and training in the Idaho Falls LDS Hospital. [Page 58] Willard and Una were there too with new baby, K., Mother and Dad's first grandchild. I remember babysitting K. one night about this time so Willard and Una could attend a party. This was the second time in my life to this point that I was left alone to care for a baby. For K.'s information, she was a good baby. She only had to have a diaper changed once, which I managed to do with little problem. While the women were preparing dinner, the men visited. John had an Oliver Row Crop 70 Tractor that was practically new. We were all interested in it. I was sitting on the seat. John told me to start it. The tractor had a battery and starter. I did. The tractor had lugs attached to the all steel rear large driving wheels. John and one of my brothers placed a 2x6 piece of wood against a lug on the forward side of each rear wheel. The other end of each 3 foot long board was braced into the dirt. The tractor was in low gear. Idling, I slowly let out the clutch. This tractor had a foot clutch similar to an auto clutch. The Case Tractor I had been using all summer had a hand clutch. As the engine power slowly engaged, the wheels were locked. The front of the tractor started to rise. In my urgent need to stop the movement I kept searching for the hand clutch I had been using all summer. By this time the front of the tractor was up high enough that I started slipping off the seat and as I did, it upset the balance and one wheel lurched off a block and the tractor came crashing back down on its wheels. When the tractor came down, someone quickly turned the engine off. We looked at each other in disbelief. I panicked or it wouldn't have happened. But, I don't think anyone could figure out why we had done what we did. No damage, no one hurt. A new lesson: Tractors are not made to play with. You can get hurt easy enough without tempting fate! The Thanksgiving dinner was great! In thinking back on the summer I spent with the Don Loosli's. [Page 59] The hours were long but it was a learning time. The tractor was used for most of the work. Haying was a two-man job. The hay was cut with the tractor, then a side delivery rake behind the tractor put the hay into an endless row of hay. Donald drove the tractor to pull a baler that picked up the hay in the windrows and kicked out bales of hay behind. After the hay was dried, the bales were hauled by tractor and trailer. They were stacked together in one accessible, well drained area for sale and use on the farm. Seed potatoes were planted in rows some 1/4 mile long. After the field was planted, Donald would use me to help him survey and make ditches across the rows so that when they were irrigated, the top of the field wouldn't get too much water. The drain water from the first water setting would drain in to the next ditch. This water was set into as many rows as water was available in the second run. This continued in each run until the last little field made by the ditches was receiving a diminishing amount of water. It didn't take long for the water to reach the end of each row. But water was allowed to run until each row had received adequate water to soak near the center of the row. When all the rows in the first little field were watered, the stream of water to this field was diverted to a diversion ditch that took the full stream of water to the ditch irrigating the second little field. Finally, when each little field had been watered in this manner, the entire field was irrigated. After irrigation as soon as the field had dried enough to allow cultivation, a two row cultivator was mounted on the tractor. Narrow steel wheels with lugs attached replaced tires on the rear driving axle. If the potatoes had been planted with a two row planter, the cultivator rows would be set exactly as the planter. The use of a two row planter made it easier to use the two row cultivators without damaging plants. The purpose of cultivation is bifold. 1. To make a loose soft soil mulch on [Page 60] the surface of the ground. This helps retain moisture. 2. The second purpose is to destroy any small weeds before they have a chance to get firmly established in the soil. Just like the hand hoe in a garden, what the cultivator doesn't remove would have to be removed by hand. Seed peas were harvested when ripe by cutting with a mowing machine and rolled by the use of five or six metal straps curled on the end. They were of different lengths. A short one at the end of cutter bar and each one a little longer. The longest being next to the tractor. These were attached to lefters that fitted over the points of the knife guards. If enough of these roller straps were added, the cut peas would roll and exit in alignment with the outside edge of the right tractor tire. These contraptions made turns harder on the corners but they would not shell peas as a side delivery rake would. After the peas were allowed to dry in the windrows, a pick-up combine threshed the peas in the field. With different screens, the same combine was used to harvest grains grown in dry land farming. The potatoes were harvested with tractor operated potato diggers using a power takeoff from tractor to turn the link chains that elevated and separated soil from potatoes. Potatoes and vines were deposited on top of rows. Pickers picked them up in baskets and placed them in burlap bags. They were hauled to a cellar where they were stored bulk until ready to sort, inspect, bag and tag as certified seed. By the time I was nineteen years old, tractors had taken over most of the work previously handled by horses in the area where I lived. I don't know for sure why I left Donald Loosli after one year. I'm sure my life would have been different if I had not accepted a job with Oliver Baum for $5.00 a month more than Donald offered. Stanley Loosli had started James on a share [Page 61] of profits after one year. Willard had quit Diamond Loosli after one year. James was more mature at this time. He was a steady worker, dependable and a quick learner. He was also very lucky in starting out with Stanley Loosli, who recognized his talents and offered him the choice of wages and working a field of potatoes each year on shares. This was the turning point in his life. He found the wife that was right for him and married Mildred Hillam on 20 March 1940. She was his greatest asset until the day he died. James had such a knowledge of raising potatoes and fit right into raising seed potatoes and sorting them in the winter. In the spring of 1941 I started work for Oliver Baum. I had purchased a 1938 Ford V8. A really nice looking automobile. Henry Ford still hadn't put hydraulic brakes on his cars. He had cable operated brakes on this one. They were better than rods, but not much. Ford's first hydraulic brakes came out in 1939. Oliver Baum's farm operation was similar to Don Loosli, except he had a new D-2 Caterpillar Track Tractor for the heavy work and a small row crop tractor for hay work, planting and cultivating. Also he had horses. Oliver expected a lot for that extra five dollars a month. We were up at four o'clock in the morning milking cows, feeding and harnessing horses before breakfast. When I was operating the tractor, I had to have the tractor serviced before breakfast. We were to be in the field by daylight. I enjoyed getting checked out on the Caterpillar. I was taking the work in my stride. On Sundays I only had chores and was able to spend time with Mary Lou Kidd and visit with James and Mildred. Ashton is a good location to live. If you like to fish, Snake River and Warm River are nearby. I didn't, Willard was the fisherman in the family. It was a beautiful drive through the pine forests in Island National Forest. [Page 62] When the heavy schedule of spring planting was done, I thought things would lighten up a little but Oliver's wife had a list of things she wanted me to do. It wasn't too long until I decided I'd had enough. I returned to Idaho Falls. Dad had been buying cull potatoes which he sold to the potato flour mill that had started up in Idaho Falls. He had sorted them. All rotten and green potatoes had to be removed. He said he had one load in the cellar, if I would haul them to the flour mill I could have them. I loaded them. I had a big load. On the way to town I had a tire blow out on one of the dual tires on a rear axle. I drove very slowly into the flour mill. I unloaded the potatoes and got paid for them. I then went to a tire shop, bought a new truck tire and had it mounted. I bought gas with the remainder of the money I had received for the potatoes and headed for the Navy Recruiting Office. Dad had a neighbor who had asked me why I didn't enlist in the Navy. He was a good salesman. He told me the Navy would teach me a trade, I would get paid regularly and that I would see a lot of new places. At this time in my life I had seen one sailor. My first impression was, "what odd clothes". I talked to the recruiter. He was a Chief Petty Officer. I thought I would just take the test to see if I could pass it. I had heard the tests were very hard to pass. In order to take the test, I was told, I would have to sign papers of intent to enlist. I thought, "why not", and signed the papers. I took the tests and received high enough score that I was told I should be able to get a Class "A" school in any rating I chose. There was one problem. I was only 20 years old and had to have my parent's signature of consent. I took the papers home and talked to Dad first. I told him if there was a draft, I would be one of the first to be called up and it would be to my advantage to get in before a draft. He agreed and said he would sign the papers and try to convince Mother that it [Page 63] would be best. Mother cried and tried to talk me out of enlisting. She finally agreed and it was done. The Chief had left me his room number at a hotel, so I took the papers to him. He came to the door wearing a silk robe with gold dragons embroidered all over it. I wondered what kind of outfit I was getting into. I was given a week to get my affairs in order. I would then take a train to Salt Lake City, have a physical, and be sworn in. This would be my first train ride. The Navy had a policy that you had to be ES before they would give consent for you to marry at this time. So my love life and the ability to ask anyone to marry me was on hold. I had a last date with Mary Lou Kidd and we had some kind of an understanding, like sometime, maybe. When I left Idaho Falls, I had the clothes on my back, a small bag with a lunch in it that Mother had packed for me, a travel voucher from the Navy and very little cash in my pocket. I had a date with the Recruiting Officer at Salt Lake City. I could still be turned down if I didn't pass the doctor's physical.

Life timeline of Leonora Rowena Humpherys

Leonora Rowena Humpherys was born on 18 Apr 1914
Leonora Rowena Humpherys was 16 years old when The New York Stock Exchange crashes in what will be called the Crash of '29 or "Black Tuesday", ending the Great Bull Market of the 1920s and beginning the Great Depression. The New York Stock Exchange, is an American stock exchange located at 11 Wall Street, Lower Manhattan, New York City, New York. It is by far the world's largest stock exchange by market capitalization of its listed companies at US$21.3 trillion as of June 2017. The average daily trading value was approximately US$169 billion in 2013. The NYSE trading floor is located at 11 Wall Street and is composed of 21 rooms used for the facilitation of trading. A fifth trading room, located at 30 Broad Street, was closed in February 2007. The main building and the 11 Wall Street building were designated National Historic Landmarks in 1978.
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Leonora Rowena Humpherys was 17 years old when Great Depression: In a State of the Union message, U.S. President Herbert Hoover proposes a $150 million (equivalent to $2,197,000,000 in 2017) public works program to help generate jobs and stimulate the economy. The Great Depression was a severe worldwide economic depression that took place mostly during the 1930s, beginning in the United States. The timing of the Great Depression varied across nations; in most countries it started in 1929 and lasted until the late-1930s. It was the longest, deepest, and most widespread depression of the 20th century. In the 21st century, the Great Depression is commonly used as an example of how far the world's economy can decline.
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Leonora Rowena Humpherys was 30 years old when World War II: The Allied invasion of Normandy—codenamed Operation Overlord—begins with the execution of Operation Neptune (commonly referred to as D-Day), the landing of 155,000 Allied troops on the beaches of Normandy in France. The Allied soldiers quickly break through the Atlantic Wall and push inland in the largest amphibious military operation in history. The Allies of World War II, called the United Nations from the 1 January 1942 declaration, were the countries that together opposed the Axis powers during the Second World War (1939–1945). The Allies promoted the alliance as a means to control German, Japanese and Italian aggression.
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Leonora Rowena Humpherys was 43 years old when Space Race: Launch of Sputnik 1, the first artificial satellite to orbit the Earth. The Space Race refers to the 20th-century competition between two Cold War rivals, the Soviet Union (USSR) and the United States (US), for dominance in spaceflight capability. It had its origins in the missile-based nuclear arms race between the two nations that occurred following World War II, aided by captured German missile technology and personnel from the Aggregat program. The technological superiority required for such dominance was seen as necessary for national security, and symbolic of ideological superiority. The Space Race spawned pioneering efforts to launch artificial satellites, uncrewed space probes of the Moon, Venus, and Mars, and human spaceflight in low Earth orbit and to the Moon.
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Leonora Rowena Humpherys was 55 years old when During the Apollo 11 mission, Neil Armstrong and Buzz Aldrin became the first humans to walk on the Moon. Apollo 11 was the spaceflight that landed the first two people on the Moon. Mission commander Neil Armstrong and pilot Buzz Aldrin, both American, landed the lunar module Eagle on July 20, 1969, at 20:17 UTC. Armstrong became the first person to step onto the lunar surface six hours after landing on July 21 at 02:56:15 UTC; Aldrin joined him about 20 minutes later. They spent about two and a quarter hours together outside the spacecraft, and collected 47.5 pounds (21.5 kg) of lunar material to bring back to Earth. Michael Collins piloted the command module Columbia alone in lunar orbit while they were on the Moon's surface. Armstrong and Aldrin spent 21.5 hours on the lunar surface before rejoining Columbia in lunar orbit.
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Leonora Rowena Humpherys was 59 years old when Vietnam War: The last United States combat soldiers leave South Vietnam. The Vietnam War, also known as the Second Indochina War, and in Vietnam as the Resistance War Against America or simply the American War, was a conflict that occurred in Vietnam, Laos, and Cambodia from 1 November 1955 to the fall of Saigon on 30 April 1975. It was the second of the Indochina Wars and was officially fought between North Vietnam and the government of South Vietnam. The North Vietnamese army was supported by the Soviet Union, China, and other communist allies; the South Vietnamese army was supported by the United States, South Korea, Australia, Thailand and other anti-communist allies. The war is considered a Cold War-era proxy war by some US perspectives. The majority of Americans believe the war was unjustified. The war would last roughly 19 years and would also form the Laotian Civil War as well as the Cambodian Civil War, which also saw all three countries become communist states in 1975.
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Leonora Rowena Humpherys was 67 years old when The first launch of a Space Shuttle (Columbia) takes place: The STS-1 mission. The Space Shuttle was a partially reusable low Earth orbital spacecraft system operated by the U.S. National Aeronautics and Space Administration (NASA), as part of the Space Shuttle program. Its official program name was Space Transportation System (STS), taken from a 1969 plan for a system of reusable spacecraft of which it was the only item funded for development. The first of four orbital test flights occurred in 1981, leading to operational flights beginning in 1982. In addition to the prototype whose completion was cancelled, five complete Shuttle systems were built and used on a total of 135 missions from 1981 to 2011, launched from the Kennedy Space Center (KSC) in Florida. Operational missions launched numerous satellites, interplanetary probes, and the Hubble Space Telescope (HST); conducted science experiments in orbit; and participated in construction and servicing of the International Space Station. The Shuttle fleet's total mission time was 1322 days, 19 hours, 21 minutes and 23 seconds.
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Leonora Rowena Humpherys died on 19 Jul 1992 at the age of 78
Grave record for Leonora Rowena Humpherys (18 Apr 1914 - 19 Jul 1992), BillionGraves Record 26424 Orem, Utah, Utah, United States