Snow Storm in Daniel's Canyon
Contributor: finnsh Created: 8 months ago Updated: 8 months ago
Roland Pabst (my Dad), born 16 June 1919, was a high school teacher in Roosevelt, Utah for a couple of winters. He taught history and maybe one or two other subjects. This was right after we moved to Springville, Utah in about 1953. My Dad had been teaching seminary for the LDS church for the previous 4 years, but had finished his most recent 2-year teaching assignment in Hinckley, Utah, prior to moving his family to Springville, Utah.
My Dad had moved our family to Springville (not sure why he chose that city), but had arrived without a job. Somehow he found a teaching job at the Roosevelt high school, about 130 miles from Springville. His travel route would take him from Springville to Provo, up Provo Canyon to Heber, from Heber along highway 40 through Daniel's Canyon, through Duchesne, and on into Roosevelt. I suspect it was about a 3-4 hour drive in those days, depending on road conditions.
My Dad would leave home Sunday evening after sacrament meeting to travel to Roosevelt so he could start teaching on Monday morning. This was before the days of the Sunday block meeting schedule, and sacrament meeting was typically held in the evening, probably about 6:00 or 7:00 p.m. He would teach school during the week, staying in an apartment in Roosevelt, and then travel home to Springville on Friday night after finishing school. My Mom was left at home in Springville with 3 young children, My sister Kathie (age 7), my brother Gay (we call him GL now) (age 1), and me (age 5). We only had one car, so during the week my Mom was stuck at home with 3 young children, and no transportation (other than walking).
My Dad would travel the roads during winter driving conditions because he really didn't have a choice if he was going to teach on Monday morning. I remember him talking about the slippery road conditions through Daniel's Canyon, a narrow winding two-lane road. He said that sometimes the car didn't have enough traction to keep climbing the hills, so he would put it in low gear, release the clutch, and get out and push along side the car to help it up the hill. He mentioned that the Dodge had some kind of fluid drive that allowed him to put it in gear and release the clutch without it stalling the engine. The car was an old Dodge (probably somewhere around 1938-1942), similar to the one in the attached picture, except it was a two-tone gray color.
I have often wondered about my Dad's courage and persistence to do what was needed to provide for his family even though it meant leaving them during the week, and traveling treacherous roads to and from work. Eventually, he found work in Provo (about 6 miles from Springville) at the Pacific States Cast Iron Pipe Company. This allowed him to continue to support his family, and still be home every night after work. He worked at the pipe plant for the rest of his adult career until he retired in about 1984.
Written by Jerrie Pabst - September 2017