Thursday, December 9, 2010
Wednesday, November 24, 2010
Monday, November 8, 2010
November is also a special month of thanksgiving. It is also commemorated a a month of the harvest although the harvest in the Bear Lake Valley was usually over by November and often the ground was already covered with snow before the month was over. As with all of the other months of the year, November holds special memories for me and I'm for other members of the family. Our family worked hard to make sure that our harvest included enough bottled fruit and vegetables to get us through the winter. That was no small task for a family of eight. We didn't always depend on what we could buy at the grocery store in town. My personal memories are of Mother shelling peas and canning almost anything that would fit in a bottle. I remember not only the traditional fruits and vegetables, but venison stew and bottled meats and chili beans etc.. I remember also butchering pigs and putting some of the cuts of meat in a brine and spice solution to soak. This had two major purposes. It gave the meat a special tasty flavor as in ham and bacon and it also was a way to preserve the meat in the days before we got a freezer. Some of the special things that Mother canned and put away on the shelves were Mom's Chili Sauce. Pickled Beets, and I even remember her bottling mince meat which was used for an occasional special pie. I remember planting potatoes and in the fall digging them and then tyring to keep them for use later in the winter and early spring. We had to work at it, but I'm sure no one ever went to bed hungry in our home. Sometimes it was potatoes and milk gravy with a little bit of sausage. This was especially good with some of Mom's home made Chili Sauce. I even like it to this day. I learned to like bread and milk of which there was always plenty. Mother was an outstanding cook in spite of not always having a lot to work with. She could make an excellent meal out of what we would now consider to be very meager ingredients. The smell of Mother's home made bread when we came home from school, is a memory which will fondly linger in my mind until the day I die. Home made bread a a slice of cheese always tasted so good. I also remember fondly the home made cookies, the Yorkshire puddings and rice puddings with raisins, as wonderful pies of different kinds which were served on special occasions. One thing I don't think I appreciated as much as I should have at the time was the fact that for many of my growing up years Mom did all this cooking and baking in a wood fired stove. Just keeping the fire burning was in and of itself no small task. It seamed we were always scrambling to find a few extra sticks of wood, so that the bread could finish baking or something else could be cooked completely.
Below are pictured some of my favorite tastes and smells form our kitchen.
Another favorite memory of the harvest season was when we harvested the grain (wheat and barley.)
Dad always hired someone who had a combine to come in and harvest the grain. I remember so well sitting in a big truck full of wheat eating raw wheat by the hand full. It actually tasted pretty good. And the smell of the freshly harvested wheat and barley is a lingering memory that just wont go away. Dad always worked very hard to get a good crop and then to get it harvested in a timely manner. I remember one year in particular. The barley harvest was very good. I can still hear Dad telling me that his crop that year yielded nearly a hundred bushel per acre. Such was unfortunately not always the case due to lack of water and untimely frosts. Most of the grain was sold as a much needed cash crop with some being retained for feed for the animals.
Saturday, October 30, 2010
tried to go from one end of the town to the other. Houses were at least a quarter of a mile apart.
I don't remember what we did during my younger years, but I suppose we went in cars and then later I remember tagging along with older siblings, and then finally as a teen ager, going in groups. We would get invited into almost every house by the time we were teen agers and our treat was often a piece of pie, or a doughnut, or popcorn balls. It was quite safe to roam about in those days and except for having our candy stolen by a "dumb older kid" I don't remember any scary incidents. Some of us probably played a few tricks on people, but I didn't get in on those. I just heard about some of them.
Wednesday, October 27, 2010
Friday, October 22, 2010
My Greatgrandfather, Robert Price
Monday, September 13, 2010
Tuesday, August 24, 2010
Monday, July 19, 2010
I took lots of pictures and am including a few of them here. I'm sorry if you weren't included in the pictures. No slight is intended. It's just that there are a lot of us.
Everyone was happy to see Michelle and her sweet kids. Here is Iris giving Michelle a hug.
Again , thanks to all who came. Please stay in touch and keep us informed about what is happening in your family.
Monday, June 14, 2010
is calling all of the
Darrell and Edna Eborn Clan
What: The 2010 Darrell and Edna Eborn Family Reunion
Who: As many of the Eborn clan as can come.
When: July 16th and 17th
Where: Idaho State Park at Bear Lake (South Shelter area on East side of Bear Lake) Friday bonfire/camp at the Farm.
Why: To get re-acquainted, have some summer fun, and honor Grandma and Grandpa.
What should I bring for Friday night bonfire at the farm?
All the family you can pack up
Tents and bags if you plan to camp at the farm on Friday night.
Your own drinks and anything you’d like to eat with hot dogs and marshmallows. (Condiments and buns will be provided also.)
Something to help build some campfire memories
What about the next day, Saturday July 17th?
Up and at ‘em! Pancakes and eggs served at the Lake from 8:00-10:00 a.m. Bring your own drinks.
$5 per car load to get into the park
Lunch will be at 1:00 p.m. Bring a salad or dessert or whatever you like to complement Sloppy Joes, which will be provided. Please bring your own drinks.
Reunion Roundup right after lunch!
EEH Hah! I’m comin’! Who needs to know?
Please RSVP through your branch of the tree by July 10th
Bonfire and campout: Mark Gail 208-945-2186
At the Lake: Reed or Lorraine 208-945-1049 or email@example.com
Friday, May 28, 2010
Happy 70th Birthday To Bart
Not too long ago we thought 20 was old. Now we have to add a half century to it. Rather sobering isn't it. Born on May 29th 1940 as the second child of Darrell and Edna Eborn he began life in a 2 room log house. Much about those days have been previously been written in this blog. Bart we owe you a lot of gratitude for starting and perpetuating this blog. Hopefully as time passes more of the family will desire to contribute. Its value will be apparent many years in the future.
I have been reflecting on some things that most of you may not know that I could include in this Birthday. One of his nick names was “Bishop”. This was a name given to him by Afton Eborn Roberts. Every time she would see him she would say “hi bishop”. She apparently knew something that the rest of didn't because being “Bishop” was a to be his calling and a name by which he will always be called.
As children we had none of the modern toys, TV or even a telephone to converse with friends. As a family we worked hard and played little. When we could, the kids would engage in games such as kick-the-can, hide-and-seek, soft ball and a few other games that seemed lots of fun at the time. We also went fishing sometimes up at Lyman Hymas farm which had been leased by Dad. Bart's biggest problem was dealing with his older and not always patient brother.
It took the whole family to survive and Bart was a major part of that effort. When Dad leased the farm from Lyman Hymas it came with a fairly large dairy herd and a flock of sheep. Bart and I were 12 and 9 respectively. It became our responsibility to milk all of cows at the Lanark farm, feed the cows, calves and pigs and clean the barn. Our day began about 5:30 each morning and ended after the chores were done in the evening—usually 7:00-7:30. In the summer we worked in the fields during the day. Both Bart and I did jobs that I can't imagine a 12 and a 9 year old would do today. Times change it seems. To those reading this it may seem a harsh way for kids, and families, to live but in a strange way there was a lot of satisfaction in being able to do those jobs at such a young age. We received a lot of praise from family and neighbors. Maybe that's what kept us going.
We were proud of Bart when he accepted a call to serve a mission in Germany. He served as a strong missionary, mastered the language, and provided leadership skills to help the Church grow. The skills he learned and the growth achieved has been instrumental during the remainder of his life in serving in the Church and raising a strong close family. That only happens with considerable effort.
Dad grew up on the farm and learned to love nature and animals. He loved to play ball with his older brother Ellis and the neighbor kids. He was a kind and helpful brother to his younger siblings. He worked hard and helped around the farm his whole time growing up. He attended Fielding High School in Paris studying hard, playing basketball and baseball. He graduated in 1958. Following, he attended Utah State University
Dad was called to serve a mission to North Germany in October of 1960- April of 1963. Following his dedicated time serving his mission, he continued to study at USU and graduated with a major in German in 1965. He then got a teaching job in Twin Falls Idaho. Twin Falls proved to be very lucky for him. He met his soul mate of now 44 years. They were married July 29, 1966. He continued his studies in Washington receiving his graduate degree in 1968 starting his family along the way.Dad has been a wonderful man these past seventy years. He was a hardworking, kind brother and son. He studied and learned and got his education as well as served a mission. He loves and adores his bride without any regrets of their time together. He has raised seven children on a teachers salary, struggling to make ends meet as each of us needed many, many things. We never went without and we certainly received far more than we deserved most of the time. He served in many callings in the church, including Bishop for many, many years. He was appreciated by all the members and he made each one feel individually important. He was genuinely concerned for everyone. He was a loving father to not only his own children, but to the members he was trusted to care for.
He taught his children in righteousness and always wanted us to succeed. He supported us in all that we did and still do. He is sure to keep in touch and always lets us know of his love.
His family has grown and grown and grown.
Jason, Rene, JT, Tanner, Megan and Madison
Jared, Shana, Kinsey(Mandi), Emily, Melissa, and Samuel
Justin, Chalisa, Ethan, Hayden and Katherine(Kate) Eborn
Ammon, Alison, Addison, Avery and Ada Daugs
Stephen, Candice, Mason, Halle, Gabriel and Sophie Eborn
Ryan, Samantha, Annika, Micah and Tristyn Eborn
Last, but NOT least...River. He was almost as much as one of the kids as we were. Of course in a different way. We were all raised and out of the house when dad had his trusty friend River. He was his side-kick on hikes, biking trips, hauling wood, fishing, picking huckleberries and more. He was a loyal and good friend. Dad loved him very much. River was lucky to have dad be his owner. Every PERSON should be loved as much as he was. He is one of Heavenly Father's Creations and dad treated him as such, right until his last day here. I know dad misses him as we all do. He had a good life and made some good memories for dad.Each of us are now raising our own families in likewise manners as we have been raised. We are doing our best, loving them each and everyday and setting our goals to be eternal.
Happy Birthday dad. We are so blessed that we have spent our lives under your care and loving arms. You have taught us so many wonderful things. The most important being love. We were definitely a loved family. We lived it and said it everyday. It has rubbed off and now our children are the beneficiaries of that affection. We always feel important. We admire everything you are and stand for. It is because of you and mom that we are what we are. I love all my brothers and know that there are NO better men in this world than them. They are so well rounded, honest and loving men. They have followed your example and because of you their families gain all those benefit's. You are our father and without a doubt, our friend. We loved you yesterday, today and forever. Happy Birthday!
Friday, May 21, 2010
Monday, May 3, 2010
Thursday, April 15, 2010