The Girls-Brenda and Nina

This is a picture of Brenda and Nina - daughters of Darrell and Edna.

I think we were about five and three. Don't you suppose that they were just so happy to have such cute little girls? I remember wearing ringlets for many years, and the red dress was crocheted and I remember feeling very pretty in it! Mom has told us girls that she enjoyed dressing us up and Mom and Dad always wanted us to remember that we were girls, or young ladies. Dad used to sing a little song to me that went like this -"B-R-E-N-D-A, I sure love you today." and Mom had embroidered my name on a little outfit I wore. And Nina was always Nina-belle. I remember that as Nina and I got older Dad was very insistent that we wore dresses instead of pants, and that we did not have curlers in our hair when boy friends or other guests would come to call. Mother also kept Nina and I from doing the milking chores as she wanted to spare us that job. Mother milked many, many cows in her youth, and she was determined that it was not going to be our job. She would go and do it herself, and have us do the dishes, etc. before she would let us do it! Dad would not let Nina or myself do hard farm work either. They protected us well but we were taught to sew and put up peaches, pick raspberries, and even pluck the chickens! We did learn to work. I remember taking lemonade to the hay crew, or on occasion herding cows, or pulling dandelions for pigs. Mom and Dad were hard workers and we learned to help out. Life was not easy on a farm. And we all learned to work and do our share.

Memories of Brenda

The Budge Ranch Days

Beginning with the 3rd grade I attended Emerson elementary in Paris Idaho.  We were transported by bus each day.   This was a big change for me as I went from 4 kids in my 2nd grade to about 25 in my third grade class.  It was fun in a lot of ways but also a big change. It became much more difficult for me because shortly after school started Dad and Mom took a job with the Budge ranch.  This ranch was located about half way between Georgetown and Soda Springs and about 2 miles West of Highway 30 and nestled against the foot hills.   It was about 3000 acres and dad was acting as the foreman and mother cooked for the ranch hands.   I went to live with my grandparents Arthur and Nina Eborn for the Winter so that I could attend school.   It was the first time that  I had  lived away from my parents and was very difficult for me.  I was able to visit them on major holidays such as Thanksgiving and Christmas during the winter and on several other occasions  when an automobile could be driven to the ranch.  During the Winter all the roads to the ranch were closed and the only way to get there was by horse or team drawn sled.   There was a bus that ran from Paris to Pocatello several times each week.  The bus driver knew where to let me off and I would start out through the fields.  Usually Dad would meet me but sometimes I would have to walk for a half mile or so until he got there.   It was an emotional time for me and I hated to leave to return to my Grandparents.  I had to travel back over to the highway and wait for the bus.   I remember dad saddling a horse for me  and took me with him as he rounded up the cattle from the foothills and into the fenced fields on the ranch.  I also remember a hill on the south side of the ranch house which was a neat place to go sleigh riding.  I also remember coyotes coming right down to the house,  In the spring I received notice from one of my cousins that I was to take the bus home that night and that my parents had come home.  That was a great day.   When I lived with my Grandparents I had a bedroom upstairs.  It was completely without heat as none of the upstairs in their two story house had heat.  I about froze to death during the Winter.   I would get out of bed and quickly slip my clothes on and run down stairs where it was warm.  One other thing I remember when I lived there was I got home from school one day and Dad was there.  He was on his way to the Budge Medical Clinic in Logan.   It turned out that he had a defect in his heart and they told him not to work anymore or he could easily drop dead.   He decided just to go about his business as he had always done and accept what ever happened.  Doing nothing was about the same as dropping dead in his mind.  He lived until he was 86 and never slowed down until the last five years or so.  Even though our little old log home on Lanark lane was modest by most standards, it was still home and I was glad to get back to cutting wood, milking cows, hauling feed for the animals etc.  The result of Dad and Mom taking the job on the Budge ranch for about 7 months was that he was able to save enough money along with the proceeds from selling several animals at a very good price to pay off the mortgage on the farm.

By Ellis


Thanks, Ellis for this post. Instead of just commenting to the post I'm going to take the liberty to add some of my personal memories of that time in our lives.  Some of my very earliest vivid memories are associated with our time at the Budge Ranch.  I remember  going with Dad sometimes to pick Ellis up from the bus.  It was about two miles through the snow with a team and a sleigh.  I remember the horses plowing through the deep snow and blowing steam out of their nostrils into the cold winter air.  We were all so very glad when Ellis could come to the ranch for a weekend or a holiday.  We hated to see him go back to Paris and to school.  I remember one time, when he was about ready to leave, I had a feeling I didn't understand, I think it was the first time I ever felt like that, but not the last.  I told Mom that I just couldn't swallow,  I had a big lump in my throat.  I think it was about then that I realized that I really loved and missed my big brother.  Another of my most distinct memories while we were there was my fear of going to the outhouse.  It was located about thirty yards from the back of the house.  It was a typical outhouse equipped with all the latest conveniances, an ice cold seat and an old catlog for toilet paper, but that was not the worst part of it.  The worst thing was, that at night during the winter months the coyotes came out and got up on our wood pile, which was between the house and the outhouse. We could hear them howling and yapping almost every night it seamed.  In the morning we could see their tracks in the snow between the house and the outhouse.  Somehow, that just scared the living daylights out of me as a little five year old who needed to go to the outhouse.

I also remember going out with Dad to feed the animals on a horse drawn sleigh with a hayrack.  As we went along, I looked back and noticed that eight or ten coyotes had come out of the willows and were following us.  Was I ever glad to have Dad there with me.  These things made big impressions on my little mind.  Another memory was of me and my little sister, Brenda, who was about two and a half years old at the time.  One time while Mom was cooking for the ranchhands, Brenda and I went for a little hike.  I guess hiking got into my blood early, but I liked to go exploring and I wasn't afraid to take a walk to see what I wanted to see.  The problem this time, however, was that what I wanted to see was on the other side of a slough or very marshy area.  I started off across the marshy area and my little sister followed, not far behind.  Soon she was stuck in the mud and water and couldn't get out.  I  turned to go back and help, but soon found , that I too was stuck in the mud.  Brenda cried and I yelled for help, but no one could hear us. Finally I freed myslef and I don't know how, but was able to help Brenda get free as well,  Covered in thick, gooy mud, we made our way back to the ranch house.  Mom was about to serve dinner to the ranchahnds and was very busy.  She cleaned us up the best she could by turning the garden hose on us until we were clean.  Mom told me afterwards, that she was proud of me and that I might very well have saved Brenda's life. I might add, and my own as well.

I've been back past the old Budge Ranch many times since and it always brings back fond memories of that short period in my early life. It has changed hands several times since then, but it still looks, in many ways, just the same.  We were glad to get back to Lanark and the old, cold cabin, where Ellis would be home with us every night.  It was a great feeling to be together as a family.

By Bart

Early Education in Lanark

This may be a good time in the blog to amplify the information on the Lanark school.  It consisted of two rooms plus a little room where the teachers kept the books and teaching materials plus a small rooms at the rear of each class room which had some small 18" cubbie holes where we could put our coats and lunch.   Each class room consisted of 4 rows of desks (one row for each grade) one room held grades 1 thru 4 and the other 5 thru 8.  We had 3 or 4 kids in each grade.  A large blackboard was at the front of the room.   The teacher would take turns instructing each grade, then she (Charlotte Matthews was my teacher) would give us some work to do and then she would go on to the next class.  No talking was allowed or anything that would disrupt the class. The school year began in early September and ended in April so we would be able to help our parents on the farm with preparing the land and planting the crops.  The subjects taught were very basic by today's standards and consisted of reading, writing and arithmetic.  We had some geography, spelling and things like telling time and other practical things.  In the corner of the class room was a big pot belly stove which had to heat the whole room.  The first grade class sat in a row closest to the big stove and some days it was so hot I could not stay awake.  The forth grade class sat on the other side of the room by some fairly large windows and those students were usually cold on the cold Bear Lake Winter days.

Students that attended school walked or in some cases rode horses to get to school.  It took a serious effort on those days when the temperature fell below zero or there was a "Bear Lake Blizzard"  to contend with.   The kids all came bundled up with coats and boots and warm mittens.   We had morning and afternoon recess plus a lunch period.   The first day I attended school (1st grade) we had a break after we had been in school for awhile and all the kids went to to the rear and started to get into their lunch sacks.  I thought it was lunch time and I ran home to get some lunch at home.  Mom quickly told me that it wasn't lunch time yet and I had to quickly run back.  There were no clocks in the school but the teachers had a pocket watch which they relied upon to keep us on schedule.

We played outside during recess and lunch period.  There was a merry-go-round and 2 ball diamonds layed out in the dirt and rocks.  Very little grass.  The out houses were located in the corner of the school lot.  It was a good 50 yards or more and in the winter it was cold never-to-be-forgotten experience.  In the spring there was usually a time when we could ice skate on the pond across the road.

I enjoyed school.  I was pretty good at baseball, even at the ages of 6 and 7 and was always chosen by the older boys to play on their team.  That made me feel good.   I attended this little school for  1st and 2nd grade after which the school was closed and we went to Paris at the beginning of the third grade and attended Emerson Elementary.
Ellis

Learning: "Having Been Born of Goodly Parents"

The Book of Mormon starts our with these words:

"I Nephi having been born of goodly parents, therefore I was taught somewhat in all the learning of my father...."  We as their children and posterity were likewise taught, either directly or indirectly by Darrel and Edna Eborn.  Neither of them had exceptional opportunities for extensive formal education, though they did attend elementary school and also high school, though neither had the opportunity to complete ther high school degrees.  The reasons were varied and somewhat hard for us in this modern age to understand, therefore suffice it to say that they both learned to read and write and do their arithmatic and to do it well.  The most important academic skill that they learned was a love of reading.  Dad could often be found reading a book, often on some subject of religion.  He did it regularly and had became very knowledgable on many gospel topics and of the history of the early LDS Church. He was always prepared to participate in Sunday School and Priesthood lessons, and what he contributed was often the most memorable point of the lesson being given.   He also liked to read magazines on agriculture, especially the Idaho Farmer, and the Reader's Digest.  Dad attended school in the old two-room Lanark School.  The school, in part, still stands and has long since been transformed into a barn and hay shed used by the J.T. Eborn family in Lanark.  Ellis got his first two years of formal schooling there as well.  Mother went to school at the Liberty Elemenatary School.  It too was a two-room school with two teachers, one for students from 1st through fourth grade and the other for students from fifth though eight grade.  By modern standards these schools were both very poorly equipped.  They were heated in the wintertime by a large wood burning stove located in the corner of the classrooms.  Near the stove it was nice and warm, maybe to warm.  At the other corner of the room the temperature was cool, if not down right cold.  Of course, class was often disrupted by the teacher putting another log in the stove.  People of the community would get wood for the schools right along with getting winter fuel for their own homes.  It was a community project. The curriculum was centered around the three R's, "reading, writing, and arithamtic, with a little history, geography and sceince thrown in for good measure.  Mother was one of the best students in her class and the school and won several school spelling bees and other contests.  Dad often rode a horse to school in the morning, especially during the winter months.  The distance was about one mile from where the old Eborn home was located.  After arriving at schhool, he would put the reins over the hroses neck and it would return home on its own.  Dad then would usually walk home along the Lanark road through cold and mud and snow.  There was no lunch at school, so the students brough their own.  I remember Dad telling us that his was always  the same almost every day.  Even at a  young age he worked for Uncle Lee and Ida Passey in the morning before school and also after school helping with the farm chores.  His reward, Aunt Ida fixed his lunch for school each day.  In his words, it was always " a cold fried egg thrown between to slices of cold dry bread."  The restrooms at the schools were outhouses located a ways from the rear of the schools.  They were icy cold in winter and always had a distincive or maybe it was a just stinky smell.  Old Sears and Roebuck catalogs served for toilet paper.  The teachers were often harsh task masters and never hesitated to show the entire class what happened to any student who got out of hand.  This was especially hard for Dad to take.  He would not stand to be physically abused for anything he might have done or not done.  The Eborn family, the family of Arthur and Nina Eborn, our grandparents had twelve children and lived on a very small farm.  In those early years they were very poor and could not equip their kids for school as they would have liked.  I remember Dad saying, and I'm sure it's true, that one major factors in him dropping out of school during the ninth grade at Fielding Acadamy was that, he often didn't have a pencil and the family couldn't afford one,  hard to imagine, but true.  Mother, on the other hand had what she needed, but Grandpa Hymas didn't when she was away at school.  He needed her at home to help out in the dairy and family owned cheese factory.  When it came time for here sophomore year in High School, Grandpa told her she couldn't go back to High School, she was needed at home.  This practically broke Mother's heart.  She loved school and loved learning and being with her friends, which she continued to do , as best she could, with or without formal schooling.  When she was living with us in Montpelier in her later years, after having catract surgery on her eyes, she would read a book or two every week and some of them were not easy books.  She would read for hours on end.  In short, I would say that both of them were educated in the proverbial "school of hard knocks" with a good deal of out-of school reading and some excellent facility for common sense.  I am proud of them, for what they did, with what they had.  So many of our students now days have been to school and  know how to read and don't do it.. This is certainly even worse than not having sufficient opportunity to attend a lot of formal school, but to take advantage of their ability to read by doing it and increasing their ability along with their understanding of life and the world around them.This photograph shows Mom and Dad on their anniversary in 1980 (58 years old)  Their anniversay was April 16th.  They were married in April 16th, 1936.  As I think back about what they had learned and what they have taught us, it's partly about doing well in school and being able read and write and all of the other things associated with formal education, but it is much more about being willing to love one another and our families, to work hard and sacrifice for the things that are really important, to be honest, and charitable with our time and our abilities.  It was about faith in the Lord and an appreciation for the restored gospel of Jesus Christ.  It was about being loyal to yourself and your family and standing tall for the things we knew to be true.  It was about being clean and orderly in the way we live and look.  It was about helping our neighbors or anyone in need.  It was about being friendly and willing to stop by a neighbor's place and spend an hour just "shooting the bull".  It was about being dependable and doing what we said we would do.  A man's word was his bond.  It was about treating others with respect and appreciation for what they were and what they did.  It was about being kind to one another.  It was about being obedient to the Lord's commandments and also obedient to the laws of the land.  It was about being reverent, not only at church, but by show respect for God's creation and looking for the beauty in things, especially  for the beauty of the earth.  I remember Dad telling me on several occasions to look for ways that nature bore witness of Jesus Christ and the fact that their is a God, who created us in His image. This has influenced my life profoundly, especially as I grew older and the real meaning and wisdom of these teachings began to sink into my sometimes indifferent or rebellious soul. Sometimes these things were not taught perfectly and more often than not they were not learned as well as they were taught, but in retrospect, I don't think that any of us did not get a good chance for the parts of education that matter the most.  Classes and Degrees have their place, and we were always encouraged to make the most of our formal schooling opportunities, but it was character, which mattered the most in the teachings we recieved from our goodly parents,  Darrell and Edna Eborn. We were "taught somewhat in the learning of our parents."  And we are all better for it,

The picture above shows Mom and Dad during the 1970s, (I don't have the exact year) in their middle age.

This is a photo of Dad (Darrrell) at aproximately the time of his marraige to Mom m(1936).

The picture below is of Mom and Dad on a typical Sunday morning, ready for church, They seldom missed their meeting and held sveral responsible positions in the Lanark and Liberty Wards.  One thing the enjoyed doing together was singing in the wad choir and they sometines sang duets together for church functions.

 

The picture below is of Mother about the time we moved back to the Bear Lake Valley form Twin Falls in 1969  She was very good to us and helped us get settled in the home on the Lyme Hmas place in Liberty, where we lived for three years.

We appreciated her assaisantance in so many ways,

This again is a picture of Dad ready for church at about the same time as the foregoing picture of Mom.  I always thought they we a good looking couple and appreciate their example in so many ways.

This is a picture of mother at approximately the time of he marraige, maybe just a bit before.

A photocopy of the marraige certificate of Darrell and Edna Hymas Eborn.  They were married in the Salt Lake Temple and had none of their friends or family with them at the time of this sacred and special event in their lives.  We, as children were born in the convenant (BIC).  Those simple letters mean way more than any of us fully understand and have influenced our lives far beyond what we usually consider.  They set a great example and were serious about keeping the covenants made in the Temple those many years of their mairage which they new full well was eternal.  Mom spoke to me hundreds of times about that druing the final years of her life.

Another picture of Mother, Edna Hymas Eborn, from about the time of her marraige at the age of 23.

by Bart

Old Home Christmas Memories

I could only find  these two pictures of Christmas time in the old days.  The first is of Mark playing with his new Christmas toys,  The second is of Dad all dressed up and ready to go to our Church meetings during the Christmas season..

We always had a fresh-cut Christmas Tree.  It was work to get it from the hills but it was always fresh and smelled so good.  This tradition has continued in our family to the present day.  This year (2009) Ryan and I went together up Emigration Canyon to get our Christmas trees.  Ours stands in the lkiving room and is just beautiful.  I always enjoyed the tree but even more memorable were those special occasions when Dad took me with him to get the tree.  I remember one time after a heavy snowfall going up to the Pine Grove on the tractor for a tree.  We got stuck and had quite an ordeal.  Not just any tree would do; it had to be the best one we could find.  When we got the tree home it was beautifully decorated with lots of home made ornaments and a few store-bought ones as well as a few lights.  I, for one, loved the Christmas season and all the anticipation of Santa, and, of course, the Christ child and His story were never forgotten.  We didn't have a lot of money, but none of us ever went without and we were always made to feel special.  I know Mom and Dad sacrificed a great deal to make nice Christmases for us.  All that really mattered to them was to see a smile on the face of their children.  I remember several Christmas Eves when we had a preliminary visit from Santa before we went to bed.  I never did quite figure out how Mom and Dad  pulled that off.  And then, of couse, there was always the ward Christmas Party at the  Lanark Ward Church.  We always had a good time there with our friends and neighbors and usually a delicious Pot Luck Supper to go along with it.  No party was complete without a visit from Santa and a bag of goodies passed out to every child.  These were good times, anxioulsy awaited. Of course, no Chritmas was complete without a beautifully fresh cut Christmas tree from the mountains near by.

Please add any memoies that come to your minds, and photos too if you might have some.

Mark at play with his Christmas toys.

Dad dressed for church where we learned the real reason for the season.

Another little interesting tidbit came from Mother's memory of Chritmas time at their home in Liberty.  Remember Grandpa Hymas had twenty kids, senventeen by our Grandmother, Elizabeth Price, including three sets of twins, and then three additional children by Mom's stepmother, Martha.  Of course, not all of them were living, but the family was still very large.  Mom told of how, on Christmas Eve a strong long rope was stretched across the living room form one door knob to another on the opposite side of the room.  Just before retiring for the night and along the rope, at intervals, a stocking was hung for every member of the family.  She said that during the night Santa Claus magicly appeared and filled all of the stockings with fruit and nuts and candy as well as samll gifts.  In the morning when they arose and went into the Living room, it was to the sight of a long rope sagging in the middle  under the weight of all the heavily laden stockings,  I think they had wonderful memories of the large family together at Christmas time and I can just imagine what it took on the part of the our Grandparents to make these happy Christmas time memories,  Another thing Mom always talked about was ward Christmas programs and especially the part played by the family with thier musical talents.  Grandpa Benjamin was the Ward Choir leader form any years and developed quite a reputation for putting on special presentations at Christmas time as well as for sacrament meetings and other special occasions.  I'm sure they was much more, but these are the things that have stuck in my mind over the years.

by Bart

                                         

The Process of Harvesting the Grain

The picture below is a picture of a threshing crew on Grandpa Hymas' Farm.  It is identical to the ones used on our farm in Lanark.  The thresher we used was owned by Irwin Parker who lived South of the old church.  When the grain (usually barley) was ready for harvest, we would notify Irwin Parker and he would put us on his schedule.  Scheduling was critical since when the grain heads were fully formed they would start to fall on the ground.  It was quite a sight to see the thresher  coming down the road.  It was pulled by an old iron wheeled tractor that was huge.  It was very noisy and traveled very slowly.  After the tractor had pulled the thresher into position a large belt, probably 8 inches wide and thirty feet long would be connected between the tractor and the thresher and that is what powered the thresher.  It was a noisy, dusty job.  It took a large crew to handle this task because the grain had to be cut and immediately taken to the thresher where it was fed into the thresher.  It was common to have between 20-30 people on a thresher crew,  thus the old saying "that's enough food for the threshers" had a real meaning

The grain was cut by a "header grain harvester" powered by four horses.   A wagon was pulled along side of the header and the grain would be cut and fed into a wagon which was covered on all four sides by a netting which kept the grain, which was cut about 4 inches from the ground,  from falling out of the wagon.  I was 11 years old when I started to drive one of these wagon.  It was very important that I kept up with the header or the grain would go on the ground.  Uncle Virgil usually drove the header and he got a kick out of trying to bury me with the grain as it came into the wagon.  I also got yelled at plenty of times for not keeping up.   There was usually 3 or 4 wagons necessary to keep everything moving.

On occasion we grew some oats.  When we did the oats were harvested by a machine called a binder.  It would cut the grain near the ground and bind it into bundles about a foot in diameter and 5 feet long.  We would then have to go out into the field and stand them up in a teepee type arrangement until the grain had dried at which time the grain would be harvested and stored for the Winter.  Oats were usually grown for feed as was the barley on our farm.  If we had an abundance some might be sold.  

Threshing time was a time when the community came together with man power and equipment to get this job done.   It was actually a kind-of fun time.  When one grain field was harvested they moved on to another farm and another field--all working together.

I'm still looking for more photos of the equipment and will post if I can find some.
By Ellis

Harvesting Grain On Lanark Farm