Hafen and Houts Kids

Bert Hafen, Mart Houts, Neil Hafen and Boyd Hafen (Dutch)

WANTED !!! STORIES ABOUT THE FOLLOWING:

Request from Lee R. Christensen:

Kathy: There are many great activities from Mt Pleasant's past that are beyond my experience or memory. I'm suggesting a very few here hoping there is still someone around who could describe them to you.



1. A trip for coal with team and wagon. This was an overnight trip up narrow, scary Cottonwood canyon. The mines were not the big mines of Carbon county but little mines; I think,head of Huntington canyon. I don't know who owned them. My Grand father Christensen owned one but it was a one miner mine so was not providing coal for many people.

2. Gypsies in Mt Pleasant They visited the area ever summer and camped between Mt Pleasant and Fairview. Traded horses, told fortunes, standard story book gypsy fare. My grandfather had one horse he got from the gypies and I'm sure they left the valley smiling.

3. Paving Main street. I'm guessing about 1927 or 28.


4. Surfacing State street


5. Trailing the sheep from summer range to winter range They may still do some of that.


6. The women and girls group that went every Spring for 2 - 3 weeks to Provo Bench to pick strawberries.


7. When the women milked the cows.

lee

These are wonderful suggestions.  Maybe someone out there can provide more information of these events.  The generation that took part in these events are either dead or not computer savvy.
However, they are events that were very important to that generation as well as those of us who want to document those events for future generations as well as our own.  Perhaps there are histories or biographies out there that tell of these eventful times.  I will continue to look, but we also need everyone to participate in that search.  Are you sitting on pictures and biographies that your ancestors have written?  Please Share !!!
Kathy

North Sanpete High School Sophomores - 1926

Arthur Morrison - 1902 Geffe Sweden

Arthur W. Morrison was born to William Morrison and Anna Marie Hansen Morrison March 21, 1881.
I am guessing that this picture was taken in Sweden while he served a mission there.

Victorian Angel

Victorian Scrapbooks were filled with advertising images that were cut off of cigar boxes, candy boxes, calendars, etc.  Carrie Hafen, Wilhemina Ericksen, Maggie Peel all had scrapbooks filled with these choice images of victorian beauty and charm.   Most were from loose pages in a box kept by Alice Hafen. I will post selections from these albums or scrapbooks once or twice per month.

199? Mt. Pleasant Fourth Ward Party Honoring Those Over 80

Front Row L to R:  Louise Seely, Blanch Olsen;

Second Row: Reiva Rosenlof, Alice Hafen, Wanda Stewart and Ila Tidwell;

Back Row:  Mildred Seely, Esther Christensen and Eathel Winkleman

All have passed on now.

Calendar Page - Mt. Pleasant Co-op

North Sanpete High School Juniors - 1926

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James (Jens) Hansen

We have a reader that requested this information  We will make James (Jens) Hansen a Pioneer of the Month at a later time. 

Senior Basketball Team - 1925-26

Kathy: Your entry Basketball team '25 - '26 Score Fairview 20 North Sanpete 40 prompts my wondering how Fairview could field a team?? At least three of the NS players are from Fairview. Ross Graham, Rollen Mower and Edgar Lasson.

Question: Did any Mt Pleasant husbands do jail time for polygamy?? lee

A MORNING PRAYER

Gertrude Jensen Johansen - - - Pioneer of the Month - March 2010

History of Gertrude Jensen Johansen

written by her daughter

Etta Marie Johansen Larsen

Gertrude Jensen Johansen was born in Noore Sundby, Denmark, April 30, 1869, a daughter of Simon Christian Jensen and Ane Marie Syndergaard (Sondergaard) Jensen.  Around 1880 she came to America with her mother (a widow) and four brothers and one sister.  Her father had died August 18, 1874 in Denmark when she was only five years old.  Also, two of her older brothers had died; both in the year of 1878.  One has to wonder if they died of the same illness.

They settled in Mt. Pleasant, Utah, living in a small house, on what was known as Main Street.  The house was across the road from the home of grandmother's brother, Andrew  Syndergaard.

Mother joined the church soon after they arrived and was baptized April 6, 1880 by L. C. Mariger.  She was twenty seven when she married Niels Christian Johansen in the Manti Temple (January 1, 1896).  To them were born eight children, Christella, Pearl, Heber Christian, Frances Simon, Mable, Aldeva, Lester Delbert and Etta Marie.

She died at home, Sunday August 14, 1938, after a month's illness of heart and liver complications.  When mother was sick, I was working in Ephraim.  I received a letter from Heber saying dad wanted me to come home to help take care of mother.  When I got home, Pearl and Aldeva would come every morning to change mother and the bedding, as all was so wet from her perspiring so much in the night.  I had never seen mother cry.  One day she was sitting up in bed crying.  I could see her in the dresser mirror across the room.  I asked her what was the matter.  She said, "why can't I die?"  That day her brother, Andrew, and sister-in-law, Minnie, came to see her.  That night dad got President Jacobs to come and give her a blessing.  The next morning she died.  Poor dad, he loved her so very much!

Mother must have had her schooling in Denmark because in 1814 the attendance for children between the ages of seven and fourteen was made compulsory.  I know that she was very good in art, having a picture that she had painted before coming to this country.  Also, I remember a sampler on which the A,B,C.s were cross stitched.  The dogs that I have were my great-grandparents, handmade by some ancestors.  I think they are porcelain.  She also had a shawl that went to the oldest child, so Stella got that.

Mother was a very good speller (but she had to write the word first in syllables).  Also, she knew her geography very well.  She didn't like to talk the Danish language, she said she was in this country now and she should learn the English language.  She was a very good penman, very neat.

Mother never liked to socialize, so I'm sure she didn't take part out in public or church.  You would always find her in the background.  She never had much to say.  She would go with dad to Sacrament Meeting, to the old folks parties (it was her assignment to make the starch cakes for this party), and she loved the picture shows.  In later years, we had a radio.  She liked to listen to one soap opera and to music while doing her handiwork.

Mother was married in a beautiful cream colored dress made by her and her mother.  After she married dad, they lived for a short time in the South Ward in a very small adobe house.  In their day they had candles, coal oil lamps for light, potbelly coal and wood stoves, scrub boards, stove irons for ironing, churns to make homemade butter, and later big old wood washers that you worked by hand, galvanized tubs for the Saturday night bath and homemade soap.

Dad must have saved money from work, for after they were married they got a new bedroom set, dresser, washstand, and bed; also chairs with wicker seat, a big rocker, and arm chair.

They moved over to grandmother's shortly after their marriage to take care of her.  She died a couple of years later and they continued living there.  This home was in Severin's name, but in later years he came hom from Montana and deeded it to mother.

Mother was kind, honest, shy and loving.  She never told us she loved us, but we all kenw she did for all the kind things she did for us, trying to make home the happy place that it was.  She always were home when we came from school, freshly baked bread, homemade butter, apricot jam, what a specially good cook she was; lemon pie, starch cake, plain white cake, cinnamon buns, rhubarb pie, suet pudding, sweet soup, to name a few deserts.

She never said a swear word that I ever heard.  I asked Byron one day if he had ever heard mother swear.  He said, "just once".  He was so shocked that he never got over it.  She called a farmer an "old bastard" because of something he had said to dad.  She never said a cross word and never complained.  Dad said he could never get her to talk back.  She would just walk away.  Not one of us kids took after her in this way.

It seemed as though mother's life was timed by the seasons of the year.  There are so many things to tell.  In the spring was housecleaning time, almost every room in the house had to be calcimined (a white wash paint).  Once in a while the woodwork would be painted, all the bed springs would be taken outside and washed off with homemade soapsuds, the straw ticks and feather beds would be aired (the straw ticks had been filled in the fall with fresh straw after threshing time).

Dad would bring the coal oil can up from the shop and pour coal oil down each leg of the beds; that was so we wouldn't have bed bugs, which a lot of people had in those days.  The stoves were all taken out and stored in the cellar for summer.  The curtains, doilies, etc. were taken down, washed and starched with flour starch, the curtains were stretched on curtain stretchers (which were pieces of boards with small nails in them), and the curtains were stretched to those nails; really hard on the fingers to do this job.

One time I remember that we had a new woven carpet; how carefully the straw was put under it and dad and mother on their knees stretched the carpet just right and really tight.  How beautiful that room was with mother's pretty flowers in the window and her starched curtains and beautiful doilies.  Mother had a hand crocheted bedspread that was just used for special occasions.  Just like our parlor was just used for special days.  I do remember Pearl and me, with special and hard to come by permission, got to wallpaper the parlor and take down the art gallery (which is what Pearl and Stella called it) from the walls, big pictures of the family.  I wish I had them today.  Well, the next day half the wallpaper had come off.  Mother said I knew you shouldn't have done it.  We did it over, but we finally decided that the wood wall where the stairway was would have to have paint.  We had a funny little kitchen where hardly two people could pass, it was so narrow and long.  A built-in cupboard served for a table also, stove and wash basin, one little window at the end of the room.  This room was hard to calcimine.  The ceiling was so high and it was a lean-to.  When  you got done you had more calcimine on you than on the ceiling and walls.

In the spring was also a time to clean yards, plant vegetable gardens and also the flowers.  All this had to be done before decoration day which was always the 30th of May.  We would have lots of relatives and friends to visit and eat.  Mother and my older sisters would be found making paper flowers to decorate the graves.  Mother always wanted to go to the cemetery really early before many people were there; then the next day mother and I would walk out to the cemetery, water the live flowers, even some that weren't ours.  Mother would say those needed a drink.  We would walk back and forth through the cemetery, then we would have lunch with Aunt Minnie who lived just a block north.  Then on the way home we would visit a relative of mother's (Ruth Christensen's mother). 

In the summer she was sewing fourth of July dresses, as well as shirts and pants for the boys.  Later she sewed for the grandkids.  Weeding the gardens, bottling fruit.  I never remember mother bottling vegetables, but she did pickles and relish.  Summer was the time to visit, sewing school clothes, piecing quilts.  Sometimes friends would bring their print pieces and have mother lay them out to blend just right for a star quilt.  She made some pieced quilts and lace pieces for her nieces and sometimes she got to sell some pieces.  She never waisted a piece of material.  In later years, mother made many beautiful quilts (star, double wedding ring, nine patch).  She washed and carded wool from sheep for a lot of her quilts.  Also, she did many pillow cases with wide lace.

When mother's brother and family lived in Axtell, Utah, mother and I would take a train trip there to visit.  Pearl and Heber lived in Centerfield for a while and we would also visit there, and then stop off in Ephraim to visit Stella and Ivan for a night or two.  In later years, Aunt Lena and Uncle Andrew moved to Salt Lake.  Mother and I visited them there.  Dad would never go with us.

In the fall mother was very busy sewing a school dress for each of us and maybe a blouse and skirt; also petticoats and underpants, shirts and pants for the boys.  Our socks were knitted. 

Dad would have two pigs fattened and ready to kill, one now and the other in the late winter.  Uncle Jim Johansen (dad's brother) would butcher the pig.  Sausage was made by grinding the scrapes of meat that had been trimmed from the hams, shoulders and bacon.  It was seasoned with salt and pepper.  After the meat was stuffed into the casings (entralls); this done by using a piece of cow's horn that had been hollowed out and sanded until smooth.  I still have one mom used because I also used it when I made sausage.  The entralls of the pig were prepared by first turning them inside out, using warm water to wash away the waste.  This was done several times.  They were then put in salt water overnight.  The next day they were scraped with a case knife until they were transparent, then again placed in salt water until the sausage was ready for stuffing.  (I never did this.  We bought our casings up at Wilcox's meat plant in Mt. Pleasant.)  Head Cheese and finkers were made from the meat on the head, the heart, the tongue, and the liver.  Everything of the pig was used, even the bladder was washed and blown up and tied to use as a football.

We could hardly wait to have a good dinner of sausage and ribs, fried to a golden brown, potatoes and brown gravy.  How delicious. All you needed to top off this dinner was a pickled beet or a little chow chow (which was Danish relish that had both cucumbers and green tomatoes, with onions, vinegar and spices, cooked until it had turned yellowish green).

About conference time the apples were picked.  All the families that could, came home to help.  You would of thought that we had a whole orchard of apples for the amount of people that helped.  They were all stored in mom's and dad's cellar and the family came and got them whenever they wanted any.  Mother would have a big dinner for all.  It was usually a very cold day.  If time permitted, they would help dig potatoes and carrots.  Sometimes parsnips and turnips had to be planted.

Around 1929, during the great depression, we had three turkeys for Thanksgiving.  Uncle Andrew from Axtell had sent us one, a farmer had given dad one, and dad had a young one given him in the spring (what a nuisance it had been) and he had fattened it ready to kill.  I remember how dad was forever telling us how thankful we should be, for there were many people who were hungry this day.  I'm sure we had one turkey for Thanksgiving dinner, but don't know what happened to the other two.

Remarks Made At Mother's Funeral, Thursday, August 18,1938. (Thanks goes to a friend,  Opal Ericksen (Roden) who took these remarks down in shorthand.):

"This Sister was a wonderful, good woman.  She had a hobby, that of making lace and embroidery; some of the prettiest pieces that I have ever seen.  She had given good advice and counsel to her children.  She was a beautiful wife and mother."  Brother William Olsen.

"Whenever they returned home from work or play, she was always there to meet them.  He home was her kingdom and she loved it.l  It is said that God could not be everywhere so he made mothers.  Sister Johansen was a good mother, wife and neighbor.  She was very ambitious.  She found joy in serving her husband and children, friends and neighbors.  I'm sure they have all tried to do what they could for her.  May God help us all to live such lives."  Mrs. Tina Nelson

"It seems almost unbelievable to a person living in this mortal stage and suffering as she has and not uttered a cross word.  It isn't any wonder that her children liked to gather at her fireside.  I feel that Sister Johansen's life has been that of a typical wife."  Pres. H. C. Jacobs

"Sister Johansen was brought way across the water with a family of children way back more thant 55 years ago to serve God and to make good the request.  This family left their home and surroundings, left friends and came here that they might live.  She has lived an honest, upright and righteous life.  Brother Johansen has stood by her side fulfilling his part.  His occupation has held him within his companion's call.  He will miss her.  Etta will miss her mother.  Brother Heber will also miss his mother.  May God help those who will miss her most, comfort them.  Amen"  Bishop H.P. Olsen

Niels Christian Johansen (Pioneer of the Month - March 2010)

Even though Niels Christian was not an original pioneer, we wanted to post this history because of the wealth of information concerning "blacksmithing".  And because we like to spotlight couples, we will also post his wife's history tomorrow.

Niels Christian Johansen

Chris (Blacksmith)

Married:  Gertrude Jensen

Born:  March 17, 1872   ---   Mt. Pleasant, Utah

Died::  November 11, 1947  ---   Mt. Pleasant, Utah

History written by Etta Marie Johansen Larsen (daughter)

In 1872 Mt. Pleasant, Utah, Sanpete County, was a bustling little town boasting a population of 3,000 people.  The people were divided in four groups: those in the southeast part of town were called the "Rocky Heaven" crowd, no doubt named because of the rocks brought down by the creeks in past ages.  In the southwest part of town lived the "Copenhagens" or "Copenslogans" group.  The Danish people congregated in this area.  "Dog Type" was the name tagged on the residents of the northwest part of town.  Northeast residents were answered to the "Buttermilks"; maybe they milked cows or churned butter.

Dad was born March 17, 1872 to Niels and Kirstine (or Christena) Marie Anderson Johansen (Johannes) in the southwest part of Mt. Pleasant in a small adobe house which is still standing and hasn't changed a lot.  H was the eldest of eight children, six boys and two girls.  He also had half brothers and sisters, as Grandfather had been married before.  He was blessed in 1872 and given the name Niels Christian after his father.  His relatives called him "Chris the Blacksmith", but to mother it was "Christian".  He was baptized April 1, 1882, by J.J. Wallis and confirmed April 2, 1882, by Peter Monsen (neighbor) and H. J. Brown.  Dad was made an elder on December 8, 1885 in the Mt. Pleasant South Ward which was shortly before he married mother.  He was made second counselor in the Y.M.M.I.A. of the Mt. Pleasant South Ward, October 2, 1901.

Dad was always an active church worker and served at various times with the Sunday School, the M.I.A., and the Priesthood in Mt. Pleasant North Ward.  He was a Seventy at the time of his death.

I suppose Dad grew up learning to work as there were chores to do, such as hauling wood in for winter, herding cows on the street, helping with the vegetable garden as everyone had a garden those days, helping Grandfather thresh his wheat in the fall, and also helping to haul the hay as Grandfather owned a small piece of ground in the southwest part of town.  He probably helped clean and pick the burrs out of the wool so Grandmther could card the wool for quilts.  Grandfather was a weaver and had his own loom.  I can see Father as a child having many friends, playing with the Copenhagen kids in that part of town.  Some of the games were steal sticks, run-my-sheep-run, stink base, Danish ball, rounders, leap-frog, nip cat, kick the can, mumble peg and marbles in the spring.

He was 24 years old when he courted and fell in love with a shy, timid Danish girl from the north part of town.  He and Gertrude Jensen married January 1, 1896, in the Manti Temple.  They went to Manti with two other couples in a bob sleigh, staying overnight with friends, and came home the next day.  They lived two blocks east of his parents in a small adobe house.  They lived there only a short time and then moved over on Main Street to Grandmother Jensen's home to take care of her until she died October 21, 1899.

Blacksmith shop was located at approximately 350 West Main

To them were born eight children:  Christella, Pearl,  Heber Christian, Francis Simon, Mable Christine, Aldevea Gertrude, Lester Delbert and Etta Marie.  After his marriage he herded sheep for a short time.  Later he went into the blacksmith business with George N. Clemensen.  After working with him for a few years and learning the trade, he went into the blacksmith business for himself.  He build his shop on Main Street on the southwest corner of Grandmother's lot.  Blacksmithing was a good, steady job.  Dad worked hard, being very skilled in blacksmithing, he was a perfectionist in his work.  Early of a morning he would usually sharpen hay knives so as not to waken the neighbors.  H often shod the horses in the afternoon after the sun had gone behind the shop, or he would work under the apricot trees.  When by accident Dand and horseshoing would get on the lawn and near Mother's flower beds, she would get very upset.  Toward fall he would be working mostly on plow lays and wagon wheels as the farmers would be getting ready to haul coal from Fairview Canyon.  The rims, which were always metal, would have to be smaller than the rim base, so it was up th the blacksmith to heat and stretch the metal rim, so it would fit snugly over the wooden edge.  The plow lays would have to be sharpened and often iron would have to be fastened onto the toe of the plow lay.  The farmers would do their fall plowing just as they do today.  Dad saved all the scrap iron he could find and it came in handy, especially during the war years when iron was scarce.  The fire in the forge had to be red hot when he was working so anyone standing around would get a turn pumping the bellows by hand.  One could almost tell what type of iron or steel was being pounded out by the ring of the anvil, as each had its own tone or beat.  It was music to ones ear, as a neighbor said.  I think Dad made the most money on shoeing horses.  Of course, I'm sure it was the hardest and most difficult to do.  Some of the men a few years ago told me he got fifty cents a shoe and he furnished the shoes and nails.  Many happy hours were spent with Dad in the shop, pumping the bellows, dodging the sparks as he pounded out a horseshoe or plow lay on the anvil, using up his chalk to draw pictures on the walls, a handfull of nails  to hammer in the big log that served as the doorstep for the shop.  The kids coming to and from school would stick their heads in the front door.  Dad would give them a few nails to hammer in the log.  Some of the ladies from the South Ward would tell how their kids took the long way home so they could visit with the blacksmith.  The grandkids also liked to be at the shop; sometimes they would run away from home.  Dad would soon send them back home; he didn't want the little ones around unless their mothers were wit to watch them.Blacksmithing was slow in the winter time and that was good as Dad needed a rest, for he worked so very hard.  The folks always had a good supply of food on hand; flour, grain mash, and in the cellar with long rows of smoked hams, shoulders, and sides of pork hung from the log ceilings.  In the big cupboards were shelves lined with bottles of fresh peaches, pears, apricots, plums, big crock jars of jam, pickles, relishes and of course a couple of five gallon cans of honey.  Then there was the milk cupboard with a tight screen on the front for the milk, cream.  Potatoes, carrots and parsnips were kept out in the dirt cellar which was in the corral.  Dad and Mother had two gardens, one a small one which we kids were responsible for planting, watering, and weeding.  Then we could take vegetables from it whenever we wanted as long as we didn't waste any.  We would have play dinners of fried potatoes, carrots, cooking on almost any stove in the neighborhood.  Dad always had a milk cow, chickens and pigs.  He owned five acres of ground west of town.  He would raise grain on one half and hay on the other half.  Every few years he would change the hay and grain ground.  There was a row of fruit trees down the center.  He would exchange work with the farmers to use their horses and implements to do his harvesting, so you can see there wasn't much in the food line that Mother and Dad had to buy at the store.  A little sugar, coffee, a can of salmon or maybe a piece of cheese, but Mother would always have to ask Dad for the money.  I sure had my share of going to the shop and asking Dad for money for groceries.  I didn't mind because he would usually find a couple of pennies in the bottom of the old leather purse fo me to spend for candy.  H was surely free-hearted when he was spending the money himself.  He liked to surprise  us by bringing home treats.  One day he had gone to town to get horse shoe; soon he came back in a truck with a big phonograph and several records, os for days after that he would bring a record home.  At Christmas time Mother would say that he was a big show off because he gave us so many presents.  Each summer he would see that Mother and I would have a train trip to Axtel to visit Mother's brother, Andrew.  Dad would cry when we left and he'd cry when we came home.  He was a very emotional person.  He would shop for all of  Mother's clothes and sometimes he would bring home several pairs of shoes for Mother to try and she would keep the pair that she liked best.  He would take the others back to the store.  He would buy the best grade of calico for her dresses and aprons.

Mother would go with Dad to Sacrament Meeting and the old folks parties.  She liked the picture shows and he took her often.  After I got a little older, he would say, "Take your Mother to the picture show, I'm too tired to go tonight."  Often if he three of us were home alone, Dad would say, "Sis, run up and get us an ice cream cone."  There was Gunderson's Candy Store a block and a half east of our home and it sure got a lot of Dad's money.

Dad was the boss and all we kids knew it.  If there was any arguing or quarreling going on up at the house, Dad was soon up there straightening us all up. Dad handled the money and if we ever wanted money for a show ticket or whatever, we had to ask Dad and he wasn't one to hand it over very freely.  I'm sure this was the way Mother wanted it.

Dad loved to entertain and play with his children and grandchildren, telling ghost stories, romping on the floor with them.  He would get on his knees under the big dining room table and walk it all around the room.  Mother would hold her ears when the kids would start to scream and yell.  The year 1918 when the whole family had the flu and we were all quarantined, he put up a big swing in the shop and built a whirly-gig out in the garden spot.  When almost everyone had the flu, Dad would go with Dr. Syndergaard to the homes of the sick in Mt. Pleasant and the neighboring towns.  Sometimes the horse and buggy would get stuck in the mud and Dad and the doctor would have to get out and lift the buggy up out of the mud.  Sometimes they would be gone all night.  A few weeks ago, an old neighbor, Ray Seely, told me about Dad coming down to their home in the middle of the night to borrow their old gray mare so he could go to Schofield to ber with Heber who had the flu.  The doctor had called and said Heber had taken a turn for the worse.  Dad rode all night long, but with Dad's faith and doctoring, Heber got well and was able to come home.  Dad was a good nurse and when we were sick, he usually was the one that nursed us.  I remember that he had a bottle of consecrated oil in the bedroom window.  He honored his Priesthood and used it whenever he felt it necessary. 

Dad was with the volunteer fire department most of his married life.  There were  many major fires, like the one in 1898 that destroyed most of the buildings on the north side of Main Street.  Also in 1930, Pat Cammer's barn burned with tow little ones, four and two years old in it.  Dad was the one that found them.  This really upset him for a long time.

Mt. Pleasant weathered three major flood in 1893, 1918,1946.  All went roaring down through the main section of town, distributing mud, rocks and debris on each side of Pleasant Creek, through homes, stores and streets.  The one in 1918 Louis Oldham lost his life.

The year Dad was born, 1872 the first post office was built in a small log building.  The same year the Indians and the white men signed a Peace Treaty ending the Black Hawk War.  The D & R,G Railroad started its run from Salt Lake to Mt.  Pleasant in 1890, as well as the telephone system from Fairview to Mt. Pleasant.  The first telephone and telegraph operator in Mt. Pleasant was Annie Johansen, (Little Annie) who was Dad's half sister.

In 1929 came the depression and the banks had to close their doors.  Some families went hungry, but not the N.C. Johansen family because of the storage that Dand and  Mother had on hand.  They had to help the married kids out with their little families.  Dad did have to drop all we kids life insurance and he borrowed money on his life insurance policy to pay his taxes on the land and home.  There just wasn't any money to be gotten.  He lost around $200.00 in the bank.  He did work for the farmers and they would pay him in produce which was anything from hay or grain to raspberries or honey.

Wednesday, October 22, 1941, was Dad's first trip to Salt Lake City.  He went with Gottfred and me into Granite Furniture Store to buy our furniture.  A few years later, he visited in there with LaRue and Bud.  Bud took him to all the interesting places.  He never stopped talking about what a good vacation he had.

Dad loved celebrations, like the 4th of July when he would put his anvil out in the middle of the road and at the break of dawn, he would blast off dynamite, waking up the whole town.  He was often duptized to help the town marshal at celebrations.  He was often called to serve on the jury, which he said he didn't like.  He was water master for many years, served on the stove committee for the old folks part, was president of the committee in getting the old folks pension into effect before we had social security.

Dad was large in stature, over six feet, weighing from 225 to 250 pounds, a giant of a man.  As long as I can remember, he wore a mustache and he loved to make the ends curl.  He wore a cul on the top of his head, as his hair was quite wavy.  His family broke his heart many times, but he still stood by them supporting them in all things.  He loved them very much.

In later years, Dad didn't have mujch to live on.  I asked him once why he didn't collect some of the money that the farmers owed him.  H had two record books in the shop.  When he did work for someone, he would write their name and what he had done  in one of the books.  Then when they paid him, he would cross their name off.  There were many names that weren't crossed off.  He said, "I guess they have paid me and I've forgotten to cross their names off, if not, it doesn't really matter, they are all honest men."  I remember him burning the one. but I believe he kept the other one.  Maybe he did believe that some of them owed him.

I don't remember of Dad being sick much of the time, only the spring he would get really sick with the hives.  They found out later that it was the fruit which seeds that was causing them. By not eating those fruits he was okay.  In his later years he had arthritis really bad and all I remember he did for it was a copper bracelet on each wrist.

Dad was a frank, plain-spoken person, kind, homest and full of fun.  He was respected and loved by his family and friends.  He retired in 1944 and passed away November 11, 1947.