I don't have any personal memories of my Grandfather Bagley as he passed away of a heart attack while my mother was expecting me. In fact, my mother was working for Hopperdietzel Cheese in St. Anthony as a secretary when my grandpa was walking up the sidewalk after having delivered milk there when my mom witnessed him going down from the heart attack. From the pictures of him and what others have told me, he was a tall lanky man who ran a small farm in Salem, Idaho. My mother was very close to her daddy and really missed him after he was gone. He was good with horses and took pride in and good care of the horses he owned.

He is my Great Grandpa, and I've asked my Grandma about him. He was an incredibly hard worker. During the great depression he kept up the farm, worked 12 hour shifts at a sugar factory, and at the time had 7 children to feed. His favorite joke was "A man rode his horse up the hill, and yet, he walked. How is this possible? Yet was the name of his horse!" His was a life of many discomforts and sore trials, yet he looks quite happy in all the photos that I've seen of him. In his youth, he did a lot of work with raising and herding sheep, and on his own farm raised some sheep as well. My Grandma told me that her dad made enough money as a youngster with the sheep to help his siblings out, buying them new shoes every year. He was of a kind, generous, disposition. I'll try and get more stories about him that my Grandma has told me and put them onto here.