Trip to Mexico
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Family Reunions
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Early Memories of Working With Dad
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Eileen's Elbow
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Our New House in Edgemont
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Summer Time with Cousins
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Going to "The Office" with Grandpa Leifson
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Playing in the Park
I now wonder how we survived “playing” in the park! Well, we almost survived. On this occasion when it was time to go we were all heading for the car, that is all except for Lois who wanted to go down the slide one more time… I didn’t see what happened but I understand as she went to launch herself down the slide she slipped and fell from the top of the slide breaking her arm. The doctor’s office was just down the street so while mom took her to the doctor to get her arm set and put into a cast we all got to play some more. Needless to say Aunt Joy didn’t let us back on the slide. This was the first time that one of us broke a bone and we all had fun signing her cast. I went on to break my arm, wrist and collar bone and of course there was the time I broke Eileen’s elbow, but that’s another story.
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The Rocking Horse
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Milk and Cream
There are not too many things that I remember about meals on the Farm. But I do remember having breakfast with Grandpa Golding. He would fry up some bacon and eggs then he would take a slice of homemade bread and lay it face down in the bacon grease to let it fry for a few seconds. It was so good. For weeks after going home I begged mom to let me soak my bread in bacon grease before I’d eat it…she wouldn’t go for it.
I recall being able to have a nice tall cold glass of milk with Grandpa Golding with our breakfast. It is interesting how some things are as vivid as if it had just happened and for me a nice cold glass of milk takes me back to sitting at the table with grandpa eating breakfast.
I also remember taking the cream and churning butter in the kitchen with Grandma Golding. Oh, we
were so excited to have a turn cranking the butter churn and see the paddles stir the cream inside the gallon sized glass churn. The thing was it took forever and ever…and ever and it did not seem as if anything was happening. It did not take too long for us kids to grow board and try to wander off to more exciting endeavors, but mom and grandma kept us there until it was finished. The butter was quite different than I was used to. It was very sweet and creamy. As I think about it, I actually think that I was used to having margarine and the butter was different than I expected it to be. I remember taking some home with us and how we made it last as long as we could.Another thing I remember doing with the cream was that on one occasion we were visiting the farm in the winter, it was so cold and snowy and us kids were not able to spend very much time outside. Late in the afternoon I got all bundled up and went out with Uncle Floyd and down to the pond. The pond was frozen enough for us to walk on. Along the edge of the pond we chopped up some of the ice and put it in a bucket to take back to the house. Later that night we used some fresh cream and the ice to make some home made ice cream. We each took a turn cranking the handle of the ice cream maker. It took a while but I will never forget how amazed I was when we took the top off and there was so much ice cream inside, and it was so good. I wanted to help licking the beater inside but my older cousins beat me to it. We all sat around in Floyd’s house enjoying the ice cream and each others company as we talked, listened to the record player, and told corny jokes.
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Gathering Eggs
When we went to the farm there were always certain things that we would do every time. One of the funniest things to do was gather eggs. Grandma and Grandpa always had a bunch of chickens all over the place. They roamed freely around the yard, as far as I can remember they did not have a chicken coop. We would make a game out of seeing who could find the most eggs. The chickens would make nests in and around the hay stacks. So we would climb around on the stacks of hay searching for the hidden nests. Often we would get in trouble for getting on top of the hay stacks because it was dangerous. To us kids the adults were just being a pain, because of course we knew how to climb without falling off or knocking them over. Once we found where the nests were we would watch them every day and collect the eggs.
I remember having breakfast with Grandpa Golding where he would fry up our eggs in bacon grease. Even thought I don’t remember ever having bacon there was always a can of bacon grease sitting near the stove. Then he would take his slice of homemade bread and put it in the pan of hot bacon grease to fry up a bit. Then the egg went on the bread. Oh, that was good.
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Yellow Submarine
When I was 8 there was a movie that I wanted to see more than anything. This movie was the rave everywhere. It was The Yellow Submarine by the Beetles. All of the kids in school either had seen it or were making plans to see it. My opportunity finally came when a couple of my friends and I made plans to ride our bikes across town to the movie theater for the Saturday matinee. The problem was that mom was not too comfortable with me riding my bike all that way alone…without her. We negotiated an arrangement…well actually I begged until she finally gave in, somewhat. We agreed I could ride my bike on one condition. That being that I would walk it across the road when I got to an intersection. My friends met at my house and with my money in my pocket the time came and we were off. I stopped at the first intersection and walked my bike across the street, however my friends didn’t. I almost caught up with them when we arrived at the next intersection. Again I walked across the street with my bike, and again my friends didn’t and I found myself alone trying to catch up. By the time I made it to the next street I decided that it wasn’t worth it and I followed my friends across the street while riding my bike. We were sailing along with visions of the Beetles foremost in our minds when all of a sudden there she was, mom. She had followed us too see if I would indeed walk my bike across the intersections as agreed. As soon as I saw her I knew my goose was cooked. No matter how hard I begged I had to put my bike in the back of the car and go home to spend the rest of the day in my room. I didn’t mind spending the day in my room as much as I was devastated by being embarrassed in front of my friends and I never got to see The Yellow Submarine. In fact, to this day I still have never seen the movie that at the time I would have given anything to have had the opportunity to see. It turns out that I did learn that when I made a deal with my mother that I needed to keep it not because she could find out that I didn’t keep it but because I knew that keeping agreements was the right thing to do. Lesson learned!
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Super Heros
Our pink house on Center Street was a two story house. The stairs going up to the second floor was in between the living room and the kitchen. On TV one of our favorite shows was Superman. He was totally awesome. The neatest thing that Superman did was to fly. He could glide through the air with his cape flapping behind him in the wind. Our imaginations were vivid and we played all
kinds of games. I recall playing on the bare wooden stairs leading up to our
bedrooms. The girls and I, ok mostly
me, would take a bath towel and using a safety pin would transform the drab
bath towel into our very own Superman’s cape. We would climb as far up the stairs as we dared then
would jump with all our might flinging ourselves as far down the stairway as we
could dreaming all the while that we were leaping over tall buildings with a
single bound.
Faster than a speeding bullet.
More powerful than a locomotive. Able to leap tall buildings in a single bound.
Look! Up in the sky!
It's a bird. It's a plane. It's Superman!
Yes, it's Superman - strange visitor from another planet who came to Earth with powers and abilities far beyond those of mortal men. Superman - who can change the course of mighty rivers, bend steel with his bare hands, and who, disguised as Clark Kent, mild mannered reporter for a great metropolitan newspaper, fights the never ending battle for Truth, Justice and the American Way.
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Learning to Ride My Bike
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My Tongue Will Stick If It's Cold Enough
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Tadploes, Frogs, and a Fish or Two
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My Horse Ride
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22 Shells
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The Tire Swing
To us kids one of the coolest things about the house was a big old tree on the backyard. It was a scraggly sad looking excuse of a tree. But, it had a big branch that Dad decided to hang a swing on. One day Dad came home with an old tire that he decided to make a tire swing out of. He took a razor knife and a hack saw and after cutting it and then turning it inside out he made a swing seat out of it. He then took a rope and hung it from the branch.
We played on our new swing from sun up to sun dawn. We soon became the coolest kids in the neighborhood. We could really get high as we flew back and forth. We would take turns jumping out and seeing how high and how far we could jump. We would use our imaginations envisioning us sailing through the air like an Olympic athlete. Then one day I was pushing one of he kids in the swing and without any warning all of the sudden the rope snapped sending the one in the swing bouncing like a ball across the backyard. Once it broke we never put it back up again.
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Grandpa Golding and Dad's Shoes
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Getting My Tonsils Out
When I was in first grade I had a hard time with my health. I missed a great deal of school during first grade year. I don’t remember missing much school though. But I do remember being told that I needed to have my tonsils out and going to the hospital. I am not sure if it really was a hospital or not. It was in Spanish Fork at about 500 North 150 West. It did not seem like a hospital. The thing that I do remember the most about the whole thing was that after it was all over and I was home recuperating Grandpa Leifson came by and brought me a my very own pineapple milkshake. This was something that was very unique. First to have grandpa pay that much attention to me was really nice and then to have my very own milkshake was totally cool. I don’t think that I had ever heard of a pineapple shake and to have my own was tremendous. I also recall that mom made me some homemade popsicles, cool aid in an ice cube tray with a toothpick in it. A six year olds dream comes true.
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Riding Tractor With Dad From Birds Eye
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All That Effort For Nothing
I was always coming up with one scheme or another. I decided that I needed some money. So I took a big chunk of steel that dad had. It was actually a piece of railroad rail that was about ten inches long that dad used as an anvil. A friend of mine and I put it in my wagon and pulled it to a Swenson’s metal salvage company on the outskirts of town. We had to have pulled that wagon a mile. There were not any sidewalks so we pulled the wagon on the side of the road past the county fairgrounds. When we got there they weighed it and told us that it was not worth anything. We were totally disappointed. But, come to find out the man who was helping us kept snickering about these two eight year old kids who came dragging this hunk of steel in a wagon and wanted to sell it. To make things worse he knew dad. He knew that this was something that dad would not want me to sell so he wouldn’t give us anything for it. We had to drag it all the way back home. That night dad asked what I had been up to that day. He laughed and laughed and figured that taking it all the way there then having to bring it all the way back again was punishment enough.
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Sunday Night TV
TV on Sunday nights was the best! I have so many good memories of sitting in the living room of the pink house and watching TV with the family. I remember shows like Bill Cosby when he was a coach. But my favorites were Bonanza, Walt Disney’s Wonderful World of Color, and Kennecott Copper Theater. Kennecott Copper Corporation sponsored a movie every Sunday night. They had great movies. Instead of commercials they would show clips of things about the copper mine and the refinery. I was impressed by the size of trucks, especially the tires. They would show a man standing next to a tire and he would have to stretch to reach the top of the tire. I could not hardly imagine something that big. We would play with our trucks in the back yard and pretend that we were driving one of those huge trucks.
I remember watching a movie about a person who had the tenacity of an ant trying to move a rubber tree plant, I loved it. There was also a movie about a man who was duped into being a scout master for his girl friends son. They got into a lot of trouble when they went on a campout, but in the end everything worked out. I also remember watching Follow Me Boys, another movie about the Boy Scouts staring Fred McMurry. I honestly believe that this was where I came to love movies.
I remember sitting on the floor with a bowl of popcorn. Mom would pop it in one of her pots on the stove and we all got our own bowl. Dad loved popcorn, as long as I can remember he would sit with a big bowl on his lap and watch TV. I recall him teaching Jock to catch a popcorn cornel as he threw it to him.
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Walnuts
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Canning Venison
Mom used to do all that she could to be frugal. We would can and save everything. One thing that I remember is that when dad would come home from deer hunting, mom would take the fresh venison, season it then put it in pint size jars and preserve it. Mom processed he meet by cutting the meet into chunks and putting the jars in a pressure cooker and cooking it. We thought that having deer meet sandwiches was a real treat. Mom would take the meat from the jars and grind it with the hand crank meat grinder. I would help her. We would clamp the grinder to the kitchen table then it was my job to crank the handle. We would then mix the ground up meat with a little salad dressing, I did not discover mayonnaise until I was an adult, in our house we always only used salad dressing. We thought that it was a special treat when we would add pickles to the grinder as well. Those sandwiches were wonderful with a handful of potato chips and a glass of cool aid.
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The Refrigerator
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Hanging Out the Wash
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Apple Fights
This is where I learned to love green apples. From experance I learned how long to wait in order for the green apple to become nice and sour, and when they would have lost their bitterness. Even to this day give me a fresh green apple and a salt shaker and I will be in heaven.
Another use for the little green apples was to have apple wars. We would divide up into teams and have apple fights. We would use garbage can lids as our shields. We would sit with each team in our tree with our shields in place where we would plot for hours trying to come up with strategies the get a good shot at the rival team. One stratagy was that we would send a decoy off to one side of the tree on the ground hoping that our foes would expose themselves to us from an unexpected angle. It was really fun in the late fall when we would use the rotten apples from off of the ground. The challenge was to gather up the apples without getting hit by the other team who were waiting for us to expose ourselves.
It is amazing to me to remember the fun times. We were always playing one thing or another. We never watched TV. We would play for hours and never go in the house until lunch or dinner.
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The Garden
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The Magic Tree
In our front yard we had a magic tree. This tree was indiscernible as a tree. It was covered with grape vines to the extent that to us kids it did not look like any tree we had ever seen. In the fall we would have wonderful concord grapes that mom would make into juice. But the most amazing thing about that grape vine was that occasonally it would drop a beautiful golden pair on the lawn. For breakfast we often had oatmeal. At the suggestion of mom, we would run out side in the morning to look to see if the magic tree had given us a sweet delicious pair that we could cut up and put in our oatmeal. The fun thing was that we really believed that it was magic.
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