Wednesday, September 30, 2009

Cabin Home Memories



This is not the cabin home our family lived in during those earliest years.  As I have travelled around the area over the years I came across this cabin home standing in a field near Bancroft, Idaho.  It reminded me so much of the home in which I was born and  where Dad and Mom lived and raised their family through most of the first ten years of their married life.  We lived here until shortly before Nina was born in February of 1946.  I remember returnng to this home that February after having spent the previous six months living at the Budge Ranch near Nounan on the Bear River.  The smell of mice and the mouse dropping were everywhere.  We cleaned it up and went on with our life.   Dad had gone to the Budge Ranch to work as a ranch hand while Mom worked as a cook for the ranch hands.  Brenda and I lived with them there the entire time.  Ellis was in school at the time and he stayed in Paris with Grandma and Grandpa Eborn (Nina and Arthur).  He would then take the bus after being picked up on the highway side along Highway 30  and we would pick him up again along the highway on most the weekends. He would stay with us until it was time to go back to school and then Dad would take him back across the fields to the highway to catch the bus back to Paris for another week at school.  Dad had taken this job in order to earn extra money with the intent to pay off the farm mortgage early.  The mortgage was not due for another 30 years, but he worked hard and sacrificed and so did Mom, and they did indeed pay off their loan early.  I have often thought how different the world would be if everyone, including the leaders of businesses and nations followed this example.  For them it made sense.  Listen to the prophet and do what he said.  Dad hated the "D" word (debt), and tried to avoid it at all costs.  When it was necessary, he made every effort to pay it off as soon as possible.  People came to know this and trusted him implictly.  He was honest and people knew it.  It brought peace to his soul. I wonder sometimes whether civilization is advancing or retrogressing.

Bart

Wednesday, September 23, 2009

Ellis in front of the old cabin home in Lanark


This is the only existing picture (so far as I know) which shows the first old family home on Lanark Lane. It's not much, but it gives you some sort of an idea what it was like. This is Ellis sitting on the front porch when he was just a little child. I can vividly remember a blue bird that built its nest in the crack in the wall near the front door year after year and ground squirrels running for cover every time we would go out the front door.

Bart

First Family Photo


As near as I know, this is the first family photo of the Darrell and Edna Eborn family. Of course, the family was not complete and the photo was really just a snapshot, but it tells volumes about them and how they lived etc. Would any of you care to share your earliest memories of Mom and Dad/Grandma and Grandpa from their early married life as you can recall or have been told? I'd love to hear of your memories and I'm sure others would as well.

Bart

Tuesday, September 22, 2009

BearLake/Montpelier Trip 9/22/09

I took a little trip over to Bear Lake/Montpelier today. I needed to do a little yard work and a minor repair on the carport roof of the house. The prospects of a sale are looking good. Here's hoping. River went with me. He thought he'd died and gone to heaven. It was a gorgeous day and made me appreciate to valley home of my youth and much of my adult lifetime. I've got go back again in about a week with camera in hand and do some serious photography. The leaves are just starting to change, but are not at full peak. Another week or ten days had ought to fix that. It will be gorgeous through the canyon and over there as well. I plan on doing a hike for most of the day, camera in hand, just looking for the best spots and times.. This was just a quickie picture. I should get some much better ones, if I get off the road and work up a sweat in the effort. I'll look for a sunny day with a few clouds in the sky, and then spend most of the day looking for the right time and place. If anyone would like to come along, I'd enjoy the company. If not, I'll probably take River again, though he is starting to have a little difficulty in keeping up (he's going on thirteen year old, that is about 91 compared to a human). They say dog years are seven time that of a man. Of course it varies by breed.

The Bear Lake Valley is indeed a beautiful place and I, for one appreciate growing up there and raising my family there as well. I think most of them have strong attachments to that little piece of geography.

Keep us posted about what is going on in your families.


Love ya'll,

Bart

Sunday, September 20, 2009

The Darrell and Edna Eborn Clan

The Darrell and Edna Eborn Clan


On Saturday, September 19, 2009 the children of Darrell and Edna Eborn enjoyed an evening together with Reed and Lorraine Eborn at their lovely home overlooking beautiful Bear Lake. We enjoyed one another's company recalling old times, enjoying great food and talking about the future. It was decided that we should start a family blog dedicated to the Darrell and Edna Eborn Family. We would like everyone to participate in the endeavor. It will be a great way for us to stay connected even though we are becoming a very large family and are spreading out to places far and wide. We still need to remember our roots and keep each other apprised of what is happening in our lives. Modern technology makes it almost sinful not to do so. We do not have to get elaborate or spend lots of time in contributing to this blog. Any member of the extended family should feel free to post here. And anyone who would like to share their kind comments is welcome to do so. I took a couple of pictures of the brothers and sisters (children of Darrell and Edna Eborn) last night and will post them here as a beginning to our family blog. I'm excited to see what happens with this. Please check it often and add to it as you feel to do so.
















Bart