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A bundle of unresolved difficulties faced a young married couple upon the arrival of their third child at 5 p.m. in the sweltering heat of July 10, 1907. Eight days later, her father, Joseph William Peterson, christened her “Marie”, after his mother, as a namesake.
That year was known to economists as a year of depression. No One felt the hard times more than did this struggling couple. Falls approach meant a long separation for them. Father was called to the Danish Mission. Both knew that the call was to serve God, and that he must go. Trouble heaped high to make the burden heavier and the struggle to go harder. All this took a toll on my frail mother who was impatient for nature to heal the wound of childbirth. To make matters worse she suffered a backset, which turned into milk-leg. This meant five weeks of the remaining eight left were spent in a fight for mother’s life.
Crops had to be harvested. Father and mother, each tried to be brave for the sake of the rest of the family. Mother was just out of bed, weak and frail from her long illness. Father faced the question, could he leave this woman with three small children in this condition, to struggle and earn a living for them all? Could see manage to send him the money necessary for him while on his mission?
Each time he pondered the questions a still small voice urged, “The Lord will provide”. All their money was gone. In order to get his fare and necessary clothing, father sold some of his cattle. If it came necessary, they would sell all their land.
October 12 came and father left. Town’s people and especially the neighbors were cruel in their remarks about him leaving a wife so frail. The Lord blessed this good woman with health and ambition. By nips and tucks and strict economy she managed to meet all obligations until the boat brought father home two years later.
It was a happy reunion for the family as the circle was complete again. I had a hard time adjusting to my father. To me he was a person similar to Santa Clause, and I was jealous because mother shared his bed and love with him.
It was haying season the following summer. Father was ambitious and worked hard to get a new start on the road to prosperity. Father was working on the haystack when the derrick pole broke and fell on him. He was brought to the house unconscious. This was the beginning of a long, sad story of my father’s sickness.
Dad’s back was broken. Before proper medical aid was found, five joints were out of place and Potts disease or tuberculosis of the spine had set in. Five long years passed before he could walk again. I never shall forget the first time he walked. They brought him home from the L.D.S. hospital in Salt Lake City. The doctors carried him as far as the door. Dad walked from the door to a chair in the center of the room. There was not one dry eye in a room filled with friends.
Dad was the first “plastic bone” case by Dr. Samuel Baldwin on London who practiced in Utah and is now this Churches foremost contributors in work done in this line of work for boys and girls whose limbs are twisted. He admitted to us all that there was some higher power besides surgery in Dad’s case. He called it a miracle.
During this time a school teachers brain had not been idle, but had studied and worked until two years later, as soon as his strength permitted him to, he began practicing as a Notary Public, Real Estate Agent, and Bond salesman. Since then he has become the editor of our town newspaper, The Sentinel and large amount of clerical work.
In the meantime, the eldest child, Merrill, had grown to a youthful lad and a big help to his mother, but again fate rules an iron hand. When Merrill fell from a stallion, on which he was riding, hitting his head on the railroad track. This caused a concussion of the brain and for a period of eleven days, he remained in an unconscious state. It was two years before he was nearly normal in recovery.
Laura, a growing school beginner, had mothered Eva, the third daughter, faithfully while mother was busy with her too numerous tasks.
Marie was a timid girl whose happiness burst out often in laughter and song, much to the aggravation of her sick father. For this reason, Mother let me do much as I pleased during the largest part of the day. I loved nature, I played much by myself.
My playhouse was an old apple tree under whose sole furnishings was a telephone, self-contrived of three nails and two empty spools connected with a string. My imagination furnished me with plenty of company.
If friends came to play, they occupied the up-to-date playhouse at the base of the tree. I still clung to my house and communicated with them through the “Bell” system. Green apples, later ripe ones goose berries and our sand pile drew all the kids of this neighborhood to our place to play.
Then I was given an Indian pony named, “Doll” and I began the career of cowgirl. These were happy and carefree times. I loved to take Eva and together we roamed the hills of the ranch. My cousin Mary and Norma also herded cows. We formed a dramatic company. We called the high flat our stage. Of all the productions we put on the “Capture and Funeral of Bill Knox” (a desperate murderer of Smithfield) and “Treasure Island” are foremost in our memories. It was at these daily meetings, that Eva became renown in fame as a preacher at the age of five years old on her “missionary experiences”. I also learned to imitate Emma Thornley in singing, “Come where the Lilies Bloom” and, oh that we two were marrying.
Because I loved the out of door life, father often sent me with Merrill to help him work. We cleared 5 acres of sagebrush and broke the ground then planted wheat. I helped him plow, harrow, cultivate and irrigate. I also learned to milk a gentile old cow, “Liney”. These days ended s I entered the Junior High School.
A new responsibility, helping Dad at the office was added to my busy day. One night after school I helped him, the next I stayed at home to help mother. I liked to keep house and do domestic work, but office work always bored me. My dislike for this work never lightened the load and if anything increased it. I followed this routine of work until 1928. I have worked longer with my father than any of his daughters.
My school days began in the first kindergarten school class in Smithfield at the age of six years. Aunt Violet Peterson was my teacher. I skipped the first grade to the second. Aunt Lillie Peterson Weeks taught me until I was in the fifth grade.
While I was in the 4th grade my grandmother, Marie Peterson died. From the fifth grade on our school was much like the platoon method used today. My teachers were; M.W. Roskelly, Leonard Roskelly, Ida Stewart, Mary Toolson Horn. My teachers in Junior High were: Rachael N. Erickson, F.L. Allen, C.A. Rose and M.W. Roskelly.
The summer that I was in the 8th grade, I took my first piano lesson on “Old Emily” the family organ. Velma Heywood was my teacher.
Joan was born Nov 11, 1915. Upon my eleventh birthday July 11, 1918, Faris Joseph Peterson was born. My other brother Frank Grant was born on December 13, 1921.
Upon completion of the ninth grade, I attended North Cache High School for three years. This was a school whose sole purpose was to promote scholarships. To me it was a prison sentence to endure. I graduated in 1925 with a scholarship honor. My instructors were; E.M. Van Oren, John Henry Peterson (my uncle), Jennie Thomas, Estella Larsen, Inez Maughan, C.I. Stoddard, C.B. Johnson, Wendall Thomas and Alta Wallwork.
During the last year, I began once more to study piano on our new piano, under Donald Jessop. July 29, 1925 I gave a program of 13 memorized numbers.
The fall of 1925, I entered the B.Y.C. in Logan. Here I completed my first year of Normal work. My Instructors were; David Shepherd, A.N. Sorenson, Myrtle Jacques, R.L. Merrill, Karl Wood, Mary Barstow and A.J. Southwick.
The summer of 1926, I again studied music with Jessop and in September began 1 years work with Mrs. George W. Thatcher. I did not go to college. I worked in a newspaper office again as an apprentice Linotypist. I worked in this office for two years.
In 1928, I completed my second year of Normal during my spare office hours. I attended the Utah Agricultural College on a part time program. I graduated in the first Normal class in June. My instructors were; Marjorie Gowans Bennett, Bailey, Charlotte Damcey, R.M. Rutledge, A.N. Sorenson, Henry Oberhansley and C.E. McClellan and also Harry Reynolds.
January 1, 1926, I was sustained as third group director of the Ben Stake Primary board. Merrill left the same year for a mission in Holland. I also was secretary to the Sunday School in the 2nd Ward for three years. I was released from this position for that of a Sunday School teacher. I began teaching Sunday School and to date 1931 have taught continuously. I have also served as Sunday School organist for a period of four years, and released Dec 1933.
I began teaching school at Petersboro in Cache County with 12 students in three grades. Sylvester Anderson of Melville, Utah taught the other grades. I enjoyed this year’s work greatly. In the spring, Mr. Anderson went on a mission to Canada. The school gave us a school gave a farewell party. They presented me with a yellow Utah stone necklace and Mr. Anderson a ruby ring. They gave three house parties before we left.
I taught the next year at Trenton. The people here were as distant and cold as the people of Petersboro were jolly and socialable. I was glad when May relieved me of the burden of 54 students in the 3rd grade. Mae Hansen and I boarded with a woman who went crazy in Oct. We batch the rest of the year until March then she rode with the school bus and I drove our Ford to school 12 miles, mainly in mud, each way per day.
Superintendent R.V. Larsen died and Mr. James W. Kirkbride became superintendent. I received the school I wanted at Benson (Riverside) a ten-minute drive from home. I worked with H.G. Davies and other people who were interested in the school. I returned to this school for another years work after a most delightful summer spent in Alaska and the Pacific coast.
I began studying vocal culture with John W. Summerharp of Salt Lake. I took 15 lessons. I studied piano under Mrs. G.W. Thatcher for 7 months. Sunday May 21, 1933, I was released as Gleaner group class leader and was sustained President of the Y.L.M.I.A. by Ethel Miles with Mary Chambers and Blanch Winn as counselors. Lillie Ester Weeks, chorister, Norma Peterson, organist and Emily White, secretary. Class leaders Gleaners; Myrtle Larsen, Maude Chambers, Thora Littledike, Leone Chambers, Leah Hale, Lacy Chambers, Martha Peterson; Dance, Erma Bingham, Drama, Mand, and Myrtle.
Jan 28, 1934, I was released as Sunday School organist after serving eight years (I didn’t like to work with F.L. Allen, and I hate to play the pipe organ).
I spent the summer in Salt Lake. I lived with Laura. I attended Summer School at the University of Utah. Every Monday afternoon I visited my other married sister Eva, Derrick.
May 18, 1934, I received a call to fill a mission in the Canadian Mission. I am to leave for Salk Lake City on July 2 and then for Canada on July 12, 1934. I was released as Y.L.M.I.A. President May 20, 1934.
I arrived in Toronto, Ontario, Canada on July 16, 1934. On the following day, I was assigned to labor in Hamilton District with Chiyo Thomas, the daughter of Sen. And Mrs. Elbert Thomas of Salt Lake City as a companion. Caseel D. Burke as D.P. and Elder Raymond E. Rhees and Morinda Grange as other Missionaries in Hampton.
September 9, 1934, I was transferred to St. Catharines to take the place of sister Opal Walker who was ill. Rebecca P. Tucker was my companion for three months; she was released for her mission on December 1, 1934. I was assigned to work with Hazel Blaser.
December 15, 1934, I was assigned Stella Baker as my junior companion to open up the Kitchener Branch. In February 1, 1935, I was transferred to Montreal with Dola Farnes as my companion. S.F. Allen was the district president with C. Spencer and Fred Slagowski as Elders. September 18, 1935, Dola Farnes left for Kitchener and Esther Powell of Upton, Utah became my junior companion. Elder Albert H. Green became District President. Thursday November 7, I arrived in Toronto. I was assigned Florence Lloyd of Albion, Idaho as my junior companion to labor in St. Catharines, Ontario. Elder Despain and Michael Snyder. Elder S. Lloyd Wright of Hyrum, Utah is my D.P. in the Hamilton District. Elders Eugene B. Manwaring assigned with Armel C. Begington, George E. Cohen as Elders and co-workers.
1936, A.E. Beck is my new D.P. for the year. Sr. Lloyd’s health failed so in June Chadwick of Whitney, Idaho for a companion from Windsor. June 16, I received a new companion Decarma Demers from Brigham City, Utah instead of Chadwick in Guelph. July 13, I received an honorable release from my missionary labors.
I was given the title of the “Girl with the million dollar personality”. That is what Canadian friends think of me. I was sustained Y.W.M.I.A. president for 1936-7 on September 7, with Leah Hale and Sara Davies. I taught school at Millville, Utah for the third and forth grades with 47 pupils in these same years.
At the close of school, I enrolled in Utah State Agricultural College Summer School studying English. IN July 20, 1937, at the close of school Joan and I left for a vacation trip in Los Angles, California. We returned to receive a contract to teach in Box Elder County with the 5th grade in Willard for $107.00 a month. I was appointed chorister in M.I.A. and taught the Gleaner girls “courtship”. I studied piano with Mrs. George W. Thatcher and went to Salt Lake City twice a month.
1938, I was sustained a member of Smithfield Stake Genealogical Board on January 30, 1938 in the Junior Department. Faris left on Feb 17, 1938 for a mission to Norway. Willard Gleaner our class leader brought two big changes in my life. I received #1,254.00 salary contracts to teach in Bear River City, Utah. It separated me from two people I love very dearly, Ada Woodyatt Higley and Earl Zundel.
On October 22, 1939, my father passed away at the Williams Budge Memorial Hospital in Logan as a result of an operation for prostrate gland. Faris arrived in Ogden and Eva from the mission field in San Francisco, respectively. Dinner was to be held at Laura’s and mother was to meet them there. News of Dad’s death reached me at Bear River, oh, what a change in my life and what a big responsibility was added to my shoulders.
In 1940, I met Le Grand Peterson of Bear River who I kept his company. From 1941-43 I taught in Corning, Utah, I was assigned the 1st grade and music. I lived with Veda Gardner then with Seletta Morris. War was declared on December 1941 with Japan and the Axis Powers (Germany, Italy and conquered lands). My boy friend, Earl Zundel left on April 8, 1921 and my younger brother Faris on February 1, 1943.
In 1944 I graduated from U.S.A.C. with a B.S. degree and in 1946 I was sustained a Sunday school teacher for the missionary class. I lived in Honeyville, Utah then, and in 1944-7 in Tremonton, Utah teaching the 4th grade.
Cache County declined to hire me for more than $720 in 1937. Today May 29, 1947 they were glad to hire me for $3046 plus a bonus. I lived in Smithfield and looked after my mother. I stopped going with Maynard Rahe from Phoenix, Arizona.
On August 33, 1947 I underwent an operation for Lamoratory in which they found a seven ½-pound growth. It was a testimony to me of the administration of the priesthood and tithing, I saw the evil one rebuked. The priesthood guided my recovery.
In 1952, I was the organist for Y.W.M.I.A. I studied the organ with Frank W. Asper in Salt Lake City at the assembly hall. ON June 1, 1953, I received my Masters of Science Degree from U.S.A.C. and was the first to achieve this degree on either side of my family.
March 15, 1956 I was sustained as a Stake training Leader of Smithfield Stake Sunday School and was released from teaching Sunday school and organist in M.I.A.
Joan Peterson (Written by her sister, Marie Peterson --May 25, 1968)
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The first snowstorm brought much joy to the Peterson family for with it came a new baby girl, born November 10, 1915 at Smithfield, Cache County, Utah. Dr. Ralph T. Merrill delivered her at 8 p.m. She weighed 7 1/2 pounds at birth. Her Grandfather Freeborn S. Merrill, took her into his arms and gave her—her first bath. The Doctor cleansed her eyes according to law. Grandma Merrill took the new born infant, put her band over the navel, then dressed her. Then she was presented to her mother whose bed was in the northeast corner of the family home in a room called the parlor. At the sound of the first cry, we children all rushed down the stairway to see who had come with a baby, Daddy met us at the door and said we children all go back to bed for the stork was delivering us a new baby which we wouldn’t be allowed to see until morning. We got as far as the landing on the stairs; when we all parked on the bottom step. Merrill hoped it would be a boy cause he had no brother. In the morning when he saw her he said he could love such a cute baby sister as that even though she was number four. Laura just couldn’t wait for the morning. She went into the west room upstairs hunted out all her doll clothes, picked out what she thought was the most beautiful dress and put it on a chair so the baby could have clothes. I remembered Eva’s birth. I remember my most urgent concern was—how would she look—would her hair be black or white—not white-We three older children were all dark with dark eyes and Eva had been a golden blonde—I could scarcely wait to see her. What a relief to see that full head of coal black hair and dark eyes that were beautifully big. My worries were over. Eva was five years old that November so was just plain curious about a baby in the home. She wondered who would tend her if Mother was so busy with the new baby. We all chorused, “Laura!”
As soon as breakfast was over, visitors started to arrive to see the new baby. Grandpa and Grandma Merrill, Grandma Peterson and her Aunts: Violet, Lillie and Edna Peterson, all saw her before the school bell rang at 8:30 a.m. At school recess Aunt Lillie brought her entire school class over to see the cutest baby you ever saw. This annoyed my mother very much.
In our home—naming the baby was a big event. Each of us had to assembly five names which we thought would be good and sound right for mother to call a child in from play. So we decided on our favorite name, then went out to the back step and called it loud for a few times At a family council, we gave the list of names with our preference. Mother had set her heart on naming the infant, Eliza, for a (twin cousin who was killed by Indians). Daddy wanted something with Ann. He wasn’t particular. Almost at once, we children shouted Joan. This pleased mother for if she had no son to carry the name of her father—this would be most appropriate. Daddy was flattered to think his children wanted him to be so remembered. We kids joined hands and danced around Mother’s bed where Joan lay cradled in her arms. We each took turns kissing our new sister, Joan, on the cheek.
It was also customary to name the baby by giving it a father’s blessing on the 8th day in our family. The evening of the 8th day (Nov. 18) we children all put on our Sunday clothes and assembled in the parlor on the evening of November 18th for this event. Her Grandparents were also present on the occasion. We kids listed to every word of that blessing happy that our wished were being carried out. After her father kissed her, Grandpa Merrill took Joan and carried her over to Mother whose face had the look pleased as punch. Joan was not blessed in church for we thought that would be sacrilege after so wonderful a ceremony had taken place in the home. She might get cold if she was taken out in the crisp November air. Her father was ward clerk, so entered her name and blessing on the ward records—another event witnessed by all the family. At this time, Daddy had checked the different spellings of the name, and it was decided it should be JOAN PETERSON.
Joan was a good natured baby, stood all the loving, handling of her new family. Mother let each of us take our turn bathing the new baby and assist in putting on her clothing. There was one thing I wouldn’t concept to do—change her pants. Anything else I was asked to do I did gladly, but it became a standing family joke for me to get out of the room until a diaper was securely in place.
Joan was taken to church as soon as she could behave properly which was about when she arrived at two years. Prior to that time her parents took turns tending her Sunday.
Her first friends were neighborhood children, Erma Bingham and Elliott Thornley, with whom she played daily. Mother had a policy—no play until after the noon day meal. In the Afternoons we could play until suppertime. In the forenoon, if we needed diversion, we had Grandma Peterson who lived half a block west of us, and her maternal grandparents who lived a half block east of us. Joan just loved to go to her Grandma Peterson whom she called “Goo-Goo”. Joan was just 16 months old when this beloved friend died—and when she was her in the casket she held out her arms to go to her. Mother let her touch Grandma and the whole room full of people cried at the dismay she registered at the shock of her death. For weeks she would look at every elderly lady and call. “Goo-Goo”. We know how much she missed her. Joan wasn’t six years when school started, so we decided to keep her home until the next year. When the class assembled there were too many children for one section and not enough for two, so the school principal scoured the ward records for children whom he thought could adjust to school at an early age. He came over to talk to the parents. They needed three girls to make the required number and to even the load of girls-boys. Joan, Erma Bingham, Wanda Green, children living close to the school were the three chosen, so school began for Joan the first Monday after October 31st of the school year 1921. There are just a few things I know which no one else could write for her to put in her Book of Remembrance We still love her as much as the day she was born- -pure adoration--even if we now know her personality. She is always a welcomed member of the Peterson family.
Written by her sister, Marie Peterson --May 25, 1968
P.S. One morning during the time Marie’s vision wasn't too good and she couldn’t read or sew too well, and still wanted to do something useful, she asked me if she might write the first part of my life-story".-and she did this in about a half-hour--directly to the typewriter which showed me her wonderful gift of writing about family. This led US to reminiscent about our wonderful days at home in Smithfield, and we came up with still another article we think you'd enjoy.
Joan Peterson Dietz
Remembrances of Daddy's Entertainment for the Family** Especially on Trips (Written by Marie Peterson and Joan Peterson Dietz)
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We all loved our Father very much and these are a few memories of' those things which he did to entertain us and keep order in the family. Song sung to us ; Ole From Denmark - When Ole came over from Denmark, He only had 50 cents left; He bought him a bottle of whiskey and a nice new tie with the rest. 0 vhy do dey call me Ole? And how did they find out my name? 1 never told von of dem fellars---But it’s Ole just the same.”
Whenever, we children were extremely excited before going to bed, Daddy would offer to tell us a bedtime story to calm us down, His favorite one was the Locust and the Kernal of Wheat. A mother locust had a large family of children that were all hungry, so she set out to find food for them. She discovered an old wheat granary and a way to the wheat spout. She ate her fill then returned to get her children. Then another locust came and carried away another kernel of wheat; and another locust came and carried away another kernel of wheat, (This drone continued until the boredom lulled us to dreamland.)
Bear Story: Peter and Hans were two brothers. They were going up main canyon to cut down trees for a load of wood. As they rounded the narrows by the folding rock, they were confronted by a large Grizzly Bear, Peter ran to a nearby tree and climbed up as far as he could go. Hans was so frightened that he dropped to the ground. The bear came for Hans. It sniffed all about Hans who held his breath in fright. Soon the bear walked away. When Peter considered it safe to return to the ground; he came up to Hans to see if he was alright. He asked Hans what the bear told him Han said the bear told him not to trust a. coward.
Each year the family of' John and Joe vacationed a week up Main canyon. Daddy used to lead us up the trails to the summit of the Pyramid and other mountain peaks. One day he didn’t feel like climbing mountains, so decided on an episode that would entertain all 14 children all Morning. Bill Knox was wanted for jail break escape, His mother lived in Smithfield, The police tracked him into the town. He fled to the mountains. A reward was offered to anyone capturing this fugitive. Daddy proposed that we find the criminal. He got us to each get a. large wa1king stick which we could use for a club. He led us to the mountain cabin of Samuel Nilson. Before we arrived he sneaked around the cabin to make sure we could enter, the cabin was a mess. This furnished an ideal setting for our adventure, Daddy sneaked around the cabin to make sure we could enter, and insisted that we bend down, sneak carefully around the cabin; line ourselves up to barricade the way for a caught criminal to escape, He then asked for volunteers from us children to open the door. Merrill and Alton decided to go together. Expectancy run high as we watched them approach and push open the door with their feet while clubs were raised high above their heads, when no one was there we all raced into the cabin and saw the awful mess. Daddy then ordered us to examine the surrounding hillside to see if we could find any trace of' him. How relieved we were to know that Bill Knox was out of our paths and we could have fun in our own way.
Another time we were in the canyon. There wasn’t a bridge for the wagon to cross so the team was driven into the swollen creek, just as we were in the middle of the stream, a light breeze came up and Daddy's hat blew from his head into the waters. As soon as the wagon was safely across the older children raced downstream to recover the hat. We smaller children screamed with excitement as the hat was nearly reached only to swirl out of reach. The hat got away. It was only when we returned home that we found it entangled in a sodden mess in front of the head gate on our own property in town.
One of the first trips taken by the family away from Smithfield was a trip to Brigham City for fruit in September. Daddy hitched up Old Barney Uncle John’s horse with his horse, Ole Sal, to a lumber wagon. An. over-all quilt was put in the wagon box. The good box was stored under the spring seat where our parents rode. We had pillows to sit on and our journey began. We arrived in Logan early in the morning. The Logan river water was low at this time of the year. Daddy decided to give us a big thrill. He tested the water, then drove us into the stream. The wagon box floated down the stream a ways and we kids nearly died from excitement. One horse started to slip as it scrambled up the clay banks, again we thought we were gonners for sure. We made camp at the summit of Box Elder Canyon for the night. Daddy told us to listen for coyotes howling, and to make sure if anything bothered the wagon—that it wasn’t a bear. During the night Ole Barney began to hunt for oats and put his head over the side of the wagon. That brought screams which awakened us all. Daddy knew the Fishburn family in Brigham, so we soon had a load of peaches which we kids helped to pick, tomatoes, pears, etc., as much as the wagon would hold still have room for the family. He decided we were far enough away from Brigham City that it would be shorted to follow the Cillinston road back home. He told us he would take us over the same trail that the Pioneers entered the valley. We must have been so tired we slept most of the way home. We arrived late in the evening with another memory never to be forgotten.
We were all proud of having a new V-A Model Ford. Daddy never could manage to drive the old Model T. for he couldn’t reach the Brakes. He had practiced driving around the town with quite good success, He decided he could drive into the garage. Mother always sat
in the front seat and made it a practice to instruct the driver. He got the car inside the garage, but accidentally stepped on the gas. The car nose through the concrete of the garage wall and laid it flat on the grass outside, the car nose was sticking out. Mother was screaming. Dad was shaking when the family arrived on the scene, Eva backed the car out and it was scarcely scratched. The damage had been done to the wall. Neighbors came and lifted the block of cement back into place where new concrete was poured over the cracks and it is still holding --strong as ever although none of us have ever tried to duplicate Dad’s experiment. We usually have two old rubber tires in front of the car which reminds us of this incident.
Joan, Mother and Dad were going to Salt Lake--it was Joan's first trip. They rode the old Interurban street car. As they got right in the main intersection of Brigham City, a carload of Duck Hunters in an open touring, car crashed through the intersection, and the accident lay just below Joan's seat in the window. Joan beheld the sight of bloody victims, scattered dead duck and feathers all over the place. They had to await until the wreckage had been cleared. Daddy went out and got Joan an lce Cream cone which was a real treat for her during the long wait. They arrived in Salt Lake City three hours late. The excitement of the City, Conference, State Fair, etc., soon erased the horror for the trip down.
Marie’s first to Salt Lake almost spoiled Salt Lake for her for the rest of her life. Daddy had to get his cast changed. Mother had a sick child at home, so it was decided that Laura and Marie should accompany him this time. World War 1 was on but rumors of peace were spread throughout the city. Daddy spent the day at the hospital. He was tired in the evening so after a meal, he took us to the show. He bought us green pears to eat in the show, during the show the lights went on and news of peace reached the Paramount Theater. Everyone arose from their seats joined a snake dance which led around the Brigham Young Monument. After about an hour of exuberance—the news came that it was a false alarm. We returned to the Utah Hotel room. During the night 1 was awakened by a noise in the room. I sat up in bed and screamed "Daddy’s there is a man in our making for your pants.” The man broke and ran. Sleep was gone for that night. After conference Daddy decided to take us to the State Fair. He showed us the Exhibits, then asked us what concession rides we would like. The Ferris wheel was always my favorite. To stop on top and he slow ride up and down always delighted me. We rode that first, then Laura wanted to ride on some kind of a mix-upride. That ride upset me. I told Dad that I was sick to my stomach, so he took us over to a stand and all they had was Becker Beer. He bought us each a glass. That was all it took to finish me. We went back to the city to our room. The next day after conference, Daddy decided we should learn to go alone shopping in Salt Lake City. He took us over to the corner of Hotel Utah, showed me where the Deseret Book Store was and asked me to cross the street with the lights, make my purchase and meet me at the door of the Z.C.M.I. Laura he gave like instructions in another direction. He took us to the corner and stood watching our adventure. I managed my errand with success. Laura came by in a few minutes, Then Daddy took us into the store where we purchased presents for the family at home. By this time it was time to check out of the Hotel and make way for the Interurban Station where we boarded the car for a four-hour ride back to Smithfield.
OUR FAMILY TRIP TO YELLOWSTONE: Eva had won a Model T. Ford on a Smithfield Sentinel Contest and she was only fourteen years old; It was the first enclosed car in Cache County and we felt like millionaires. Now we had all helped to get points for Eva to win this car by saving coupons from the paper each week. It was Laura’s first real vacation after she had started working at the Gas Company in Salt Lake City. It was about the year 1924. Dad had borrowed a large tent from John W. Harry and he had had a black ring iron stove in which to cook our meals. We had wooden box fitted to the running board of the car and our luggage was strapped on top. Merrill was in the mission field in Holland. Laura was about nineteen years old, Marie about sixteen, Eva about fourteen, Joan about nine, and Faris about seven years old. To top this elegance, our parents had bought us each a new kaki suit for our camping for two weeks. (I got so tired of my suit, I never wanted to wear it again after the first two days—it was hard, hot, heavy) We all slept in one long bed in the tent among the bears and porcupines (what bravery—we didn’t dare do it now!) We always started family trip by getting up at 4 a. m. and starting on our way by 5 a. m. this trip was no exception, We drove as far as Blackfoot, Idaho for dinner and supper was eaten in Rexburg, Idaho, and then we drove on to Park and pitched our tent just inside of the Madison Park in Yellowstone, near Madison Lake, We went out to gather wood for the all-night campfire to keep the wild animals away. The first thing we did was run into a porcupine. Mother and Dad had a camp cot but we kids had our bed on the ground--one big one. We had a peaceful nights sleep and started through the Park the next day. The first day we found another camping site near Old Faithful and spent the day there. We all enjoyed the souvenir shop although we had little money to buy anything. I spied the most beautiful Indian doll I had ever seen and it cost $1.50. Laura was about ready to buy a fingernail file set but my pleading and coaxing for that doll just wouldn’t stop—and poor Laura, in exasperation with me, finally bought my Indian doll which I have to this day—43 years later and just as precious. Laura did buy her fingernail set also; Marie bought a bookmark and the others bought what they could afford—real inexpensive.
The second day we drove onto Yellowstone Canyon and climbed to top of Mt. Washburn—a mighty steep mountain for our Ford at that time. Eva (14) was the only one that could drive a car and she didn’t know too much. Anyway, as we were coming down that steep mountain our brakes gave away (as did everyone elses at the time) and we all about had a heart failure. We would go aways and then coast into side of hill to stop speed, then slowly back up and try again. We did this all way down mountain. At foot of mountain was a garage where they were busy fixing burned-out brakes. Laura was eating a candy bar and bear wanted it so bad he started to climb on top of our car to get it but Laura hurried and opened her window and threw it on ground as far away as she could. Eva, by now was in hysterics, so Marie had to take over driving car (she had never even touched wheel before) and Daddy helped to guide her for awhile until Eva regained her composure. Mother looked around to see what had become of Faris and she about had heart failure because Faris had wandered down by watering trough and he was patting a bear. We took a picture of him and drew his attention away from bear and got him back safely. We camped third day at Mammoth Hot Springs and it was here we found the skin of a rattler. We had a delightful trip the rest of way (ignorance is bliss) and family decided they would start back after fourth day and Eva would not drive after her previous scare. Marie had to take over and drove 30 miles an hour home. Again we reached Blackfoot for dinner. We took a family vote to see whether we should go on or stay. We enjoyed a roadside meal and went on home. Luckily there wasn’t much traffic we made it home Marie was so relieved when she drove thru Franklin, Idaho and old square top looked mighty good to us all.
Following this adventure, we took a rip each year in Utah—some Park or Mine or Canyon. We always made it family affair for vacations.