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Wednesday, July 23, 2014

Wasatch Academy Football Wins 9 Games over North Sanpete's 1 ~ 1924-1933 ~ Submitted by Lee R. Christensen

    


Lee R. Christensen's  Photos and Stories From Mt. Pleasant




In the ten years 1924 thru 1933 the North Sanpete  Rams beat the Wasatch Tigers just once – 1929.  That year a  team quarterbacked by Eugene (Ganny) Peterson and starring Neil Hafen, end and Vernon Christensen, fullback,  out scored Wasatch  for the first time in coach Brunger’s tenure.  They were not to do  it again for another five years. 

 The Wasatch team was quarterbacked by Johnny Becker though not from Mt Pleasant he did marry a Mt Pleasanter. The Wasatch line was anchored by two local boys, Dee Keusseff and Dick Candland and I would guess sitting on the bench, Glen Williams and Fremont Draper.     
   Both quarterbacks returned to their  high schools as teachers, Ganny to coach and Johnny to teach social studies;   where he made freshmen girls giggle with his risqué stories. 




The football game between the Wasatch Tigers and the North Sanpete Rams, played in early November, was among the five top events of the year in the  Mt Pleasant ‘30s, ranking just behind the Junior Prom and just ahead of the opening of deer hunting.  The climatic event preceding the game was a torch light parade that started on the North Sanpete campus. There nearly 200 students would  each pick up a flaming torch and in unison all march down Main street and on   to the corner of 1st West and 2nd South where they would throw their torch onto a flaming bon fire mid street. . Wasatch students would be circled around their fire.   For the next 30 – 40 minutes students from both schools sang, shouted, rang bells, tooted horns and banged drums hoping to make enough noise to carry thru to  next day’s game.      All the games were memorable but the game played 11 November 1938 unforgettable.  There was not even a threat of snow during the torch light festivities but during the night 10 inches of snow fell.   The game was to be played at North Sanpete so they called on the hiway graders to scrape the field.  Coach Brunger sensing Wasatch players had to stay warm bought long johns for the team... .... .... .... (Cleaned out J C Penny’s)

.      Wasatch scored first just before the half with a play that brought smiles to the rooters of both teams.    Wasatch had driven from mid field to the 3 yard line.  From there Dewey Fills, a running back, was given the ball to charge into and thru the line for the score.  Five yards into the end zone he was met head on and tackled by his younger brother, Elmer, North Sanpete’s safety.  The referee whistled loud and long and charged Elmer with a penalty only to be told by Dewey “don’t penalize him Ref, I’ll take care of the kid tonight at home’”.  Final score: Wasatch Academy 19 -   North Sanpete  0,    Fillis Family  tied. 



Thursday, June 27, 2013

Fourth of July ~ Chilldhood Daze

Edith Allred
Saga of the Sanpitch 1977


The Fourth of July   holiday was
the social event of the season for children. Weeks before the big event arrived, I was busy picking out
materials and pattern for my dress. Pastel shades in violets, organdies, georgette crepes, linens or ducks
were the most popular materials. Length of the ribbon sash often determined one’s social status.
Children saved their allowances for days, and obtained promises from daddy for a certain specific
amount to be forthcoming. Fifty cents was fair, but one dollar to spend all in one day was unbelievable.
Stirring patriotic speeches, in the patriotic meetings held after the parade, were sincere and
impressive. Although the younger children did not understand all of the speeches, they sensed their value
and appeal. The American flag was a symbol to be revered; no one put it down.

In the afternoon, races were held on the church lawn. What a thrill to win 35 cents for one race.
Baseball games, concessions, and matinee dances for the children offered additional fun for the day. Of
course, a grand ball in the Armory Hall completed the day’s festivities.
Several times a year, married folks’ dances were held in the Armory Hall. Younger people attended,
but the dances were geared for the older people, and the music was for their special dances. It was
fascinating to watch these people dance the schottische, mazurka, Virginia Reel, quadrille, Rye waltz, and
plain waltz. Jimmie Fiddler of Spring City furnished the music for many of these dances.
Some of the younger people tried to learn these dances, but none could master the techniques of
the “old timers.” Not one could kick up his leg with the sprightly grace of Hyrum Seely, Erick Ericksen,
Clarence Jacobsen, Hyrum Merz, Peter Peel or John Winkelman to name a few. Neither did any ever learn
to call the square dances like Erick Ericksen.

Playing out at night during the summer was another special form of entertainment. If one had
never hidden in Peter Matson’s garden spot waiting for the play leader to call “Run, My Sheep, Run”, he
had missed a part of his education, especially if Mr. Matson discovered him first.
“Kick the Can” was another fun game, especially when the older boys were part of the group.
Stolen secret kisses while we were hiding were all a part of the game.
Spirited baseball games took place in the middle of the road during the earlier hours of the day,
although they never quite attained the same amount of ‘spirit’ that some of the Little League games of
today generate. Perhaps the mothers had more to keep them occupied in those days; Kind drivers turned
their teams around the edges of the road so as not to disturb the game.
Riding out to the farm with Lawrence Winters on his hayrack was also an unforgettable experience.

Early in the morning we took our lunches and set out. Here, in the cool, crisp morning air I heard the first
meadowlark calling its mate. Just the joy of being alive on such beautiful days provided the zest for living.
Besides, we just might be the ones to find the first buttercup of the season.  
                 
  Coming home in the late afternoon, we lay on our backs atop a load of newly mown hay and talked
of our dreams and aspirations, the lazy white clouds floating above us in the blue sky.  
Perhaps the greatest thrill of the year was our annual trip to Manti to attend the Sanpete County
Fair. Mama always managed to get us some new clothes for this occasion. What fun it was to ride the
Ferris wheel, judge the produce to suit ourselves, and tease the animals. Once we took one of my friends
with us. We were all in the Manti Theater watching a wrestling match. We were twelve and had not yet
developed an appreciation for the violence of the wrestlers, so we ran outside.
As luck would have it, two nice-looking young men who were also about twelve came along and
invited us to go in the Ferris wheel. We accepted, and when it stopped with us on the very top, the boys
asked us our names and told us they were Kermit and Gail. This was the real beginning of my romantic
interests in Manti, a love affair I never forgot because of the many good times I had there with relatives and
friends.  
                                                          
       As my own two daughter were growing up, I was saddened to see them dancing all evening with the
same boy. I felt that they never really got to know what fun was, for growing up in Sanpete included a
liberal education in dancing with all the boys, not just one possessive “steady.”
At Moonwinks, Moroni Open Air, Palisade Park, Fountain Green, and Fiddlers’ Green we danced
under the stars until all hours. Then home we went with a few friends to have bacon and eggs.
Ephraim, Armory Hall, Fairview, Spring City, Manti, all were a part of the dancing circle. July 3rd
dances usually lasted all night, and the Junior Proms were held for two consecutive evenings. Never were
children treated to such dancing pleasure.


Thank you, Sanpete County, for a childhood I would not change.

Saturday, February 6, 2010

North Sanpete Football Team 1929-30






(Comment by Lee R. Christensen): The North Sanpete football team of 1929 was the first football team I saw in action. Neil Hafen, on a "sleeper" play ,my first play. I don't know who was expected to throw him the ball, Granny Peterson ,the quarterback, or Vernon Christensen, halfback, but I doubt either of them could have thrown the ball across the field to Neil. The ball in those days was much fatter than today's ball. The field was dirt, the tumble weed stickers many , and the times simpler. I was a 2nd grader, on my own, wandering over from Hamilton to see the game. And like everyone else roaming up and down the sidelines following the team. Go Rams!!!  
Lee R. Christensen

Friday, January 22, 2010

Here's A Treasure - - 1925 N.S.H. Junior Basketball Team






































I just  discovered the 1925-26 Enn Ess Aich Yearbook with a lot of wonderful pictures inside.  Does anyone have a request from that era? 

Friday, August 7, 2009

Hamilton School Band - Approximately 1949 - - Marsden Allred, Band Leader

Front Row l to r: Kathleen Rowley, drum, ?, Paula Scow, ?, trombone ?, Marie Ericksen cymbals, drummer ?, Gerald Seely clarinet, Peter Hafen clarinet, Tammy Madsen flute, Marsden Allred.

Second Row: l to r: ?, Dora Madsen, Utahna Coates, Arlene Winkleman, ? Madsen, ?, ?, ?, Frank Lee Pritchet, Patsy Tuttle ?, ? trumpet, Roger Sorensen, John Monsen, ? trumpet, ?, Beth Winkler, Diane Ball, ?, ?,

Third Row: l to r: Mary ?, Connie Johansen, ?, ?, Bobby Madsen, Gerald Burton clarinet, ?, Yvonne Larsen flute, ? trombone, Jim Averett ?, ?, Dave Hafen trombone ?, ?, Jay Lott snare drum, Andy Peterson snare drum, Elna Mae twirler, ?, Base Horn: Lou Ann Hafen, ?, Gordon Staker trumpet, Virginia Hasler, Bryant Nelson trumpet, ?, Clark Truscott clarinet.