Wednesday, June 12, 2013

Friday, June 7, 2013

A VOICE IN THE DARK and MODEL T. CIRCA 1917 ~ From Saga of the Sanpitch Entries by Dorothy Jacobs Buchanan


A VOICE IN THE DARK
Dorothy Jacobs Buchanan
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In 1917, the year our country entered World War I, people were beginning to buy automobiles to
replace the former horse-drawn vehicles. My Grandfather Larsen purchased a Chandler car that spring. It was
long and narrow and contained two fold-out seats, thus giving the Chandler the distinction of being known as
a seven passenger car. This thrilled the children.
Grandpa had driven horses all his life, and didn't take time to familiarize himself with the mechanism of
the car, as was demonstrated several times that summer.
One dark, rainy night in July, four of us family members were returning home to Mt. Pleasant in the
Chandler, after a trip to Salt Lake. The hour was late and we were making slow progress over the muddy
roads.
As we entered Fountain Green, the engine started to knock—a frightening cacophony of sounds. We
struggled on until the car came to a dead halt directly in front of the (silent) picture show theater. We sat in
desolate silence for a few moments, listening to the drumming of the rain. Grandpa suddenly opened the door
and strode into the theater. He returned in a short time accompanied by a number of men and boys who
proceeded to look under the hood and go into expert action. Grandpa had found the right men!
As we were riding toward home again, I asked Grandpa how he managed to recruit helpers so quickly
in a darkened theater. He answered promptly: "I just stood at the back and called loud as I could, 'Say, you
young fellers that I know are sitting in this place, my car is stalled out in front and I'd sure be glad for some
help.' And I got it."


MODEL T CIRCA 1917
Dorothy Jacobs Buchanan

Professional Division, First Place Poetry
Where has it gone, now that you reach back
Through decades into the far evanescence
To find it?
I can see silhouetted shadows
Cast in the sharp sun,
As we jolted through the dust—
Tall, thin, angular shadows.
We watched them expand and contract,
And could see our heads bobbing about.
We were driving to the Big City
In our new Model T for the first time.45
It all rushes back:
Now we are climbing the steep, narrow road
That leads to Payson. Can we make the top?
"Press the low pedal, no—harder, HARDER—PUSH!
Everyone lean forward. NOW! "
The engine coughs, mutters, whispers—and dies.
Reverberating silence.
A seagull flapped its wings close by.
Father became articulate: "Lou, you are the smallest.
Get behind the wheel and steer. The rest of us climb out and push.
All together now, HEAVE!"
The engine sulks but jerkily comes awake.
(The spark plugs are obviously dirty again.)
Mother even assisted.
But in the final tremendous effort
Her new picture hat blew off—
Black silk with gold grape clusters.
It floated lazily over the edge of the dug way
And came to rest on a rock pile 30 feet below.
We started merrily down the hill, but the hiss of escaping air From the front tire proclaimed "a flat. "
Father with his always present vulcanizer, Put a round rubber patch over the hole in the inner tube,
Our job was to aureate the tube with our bicycle pump And replace it inside the 30 3 tire. Everything was
hunky-dory!
Father advanced the gas and the spark. Bobby cranked vigorously Until the vibration began. We were again
moving forward.
All sunshine and glory it was;
The sense of movement, The Day—
The family riling together
In the black, shiny Model T
Gould the air ever be more kaleidoscopic—
Or the world more alive?

Thursday, June 6, 2013

Thomas Marvin Brothersen Passed Away


 
January 21, 1920 ~ June 4, 2013
Photo Thomas BrothersenCropThomas Marvin Brothersen, 93, born January 21, 1920 in Mount Pleasant, Utah, son of Francis and Amsena Brothersen, passed away in Layton, Utah June 4th 2013 of natural causes. Married Afton McKean Brothersen (deceased) February 17,1944 in the Manti Temple. Enjoyed his education at North Sanpete Schools and Utah State University. Employed at US Soil Conservation Service as an engineer/surveyor where he designed several projects for the residences of Sanpete County. Held several church callings. Loved farming. Father of Dixie Lee (Lloyd Kjar), Wayne (Debbie), Thomas Clair (Diane), Ilene Roth (Edward Roth (deceased), Keith ( Lynn), Ralph ( Shauna) (deceased) (Susie), LeGrand. Survived by 26 grandchildren and 45 great grandchildren, Sisters Eva Hortin, Mary Dyches, Beth Yorgason. Funeral services Monday June 10th 2013 at 11 am in Mount Pleasant 6th Ward LDS Chapel. Friends & Family may meet from 9:00 am until 10:30 am prior to the service. Interment in the Mount Pleasant City Cemetery. Online condolences at rasmussenmortuary.com

Pioneer Feed Stable ~ Wasatch Academy Is Looking to Buy This Property and Tear It Down

75 West 100 South

Wasatch Academy has asked to buy this old feed stable for the purpose of tearing it down and adding it to their property list.  It is owned by Rod Anderson, a son in law of Les Lund who stored much of his radio equipment there.

KATHY:A question and a comment on today’s posting of the old feed stable .  If the building in the hazy background is Wasatch Academy where is the Brandon home>?  It was a big adobe house that should be obscuring Wasatch Academy and I would guess as old as the stable. 
   And my comment:  When the National Guard was recreated following WW1 about 1926/27 they drilled in the dance hall just east of the stable.  Their heavy equipment that included their howitzers and tractors  before trucks was “stabled”  in the stable.  The term is not inappropriate.  In my  day the last hour of the day when we cleaned our trucks and howitzers was called “motor stables”.      The Armory at NE corner Main and State built about 34/35.   lee  

Monday, June 3, 2013

Unknown Photo with Hair Sample ~ 1876

This photo came with the Johanna Madsen Hafen Collection.  It is tintype in an embossed copper fram and enclosed in a wooden case.  When I scanned it the first time, the photo was to dark due to the copper reflection.  So, I carefully removed it from the case and found a lock of hair inside.  What a treasure.  However, it might take a DNA test to figure out who this man might be.  Anyone have the answer?  Also the date 1876 was written on the inside along with the initials J.C.

Another unknown below