Sunday, February 3, 2013

So God Made a Farmer

Like many others, I'm glad we had the chance to grow up on a farm.  Life wasn't always easy, but it greatly helped to make us what we are and I think that it was for our good.  I like this Youtube video which very much typifies our parents and our grandparents who were also farmers, as were nearly all of our friends and neighbors and their families back in the "good old days".

http://youtu.be/AMpZ0TGjbWE

So God Made a Farmer
And on the eighth day, God looked down on his planned paradise and said, “I need a caretaker.” So God made a farmer.
God said, “I need somebody willing to get up before dawn, milk cows, work all day in the field, milk cows again, eat supper, then go to town and stay past midnight at a meeting of the township board.” So God made a farmer.
“I need somebody with arms strong enough to wrestle a calf and yet gentle enough to cradle his own grandchild. Somebody to call hogs, tame cantankerous machinery, come home hungry, have to wait for lunch until his wife’s done feeding visiting ladies, then tell the ladies to be sure to come back real soon and mean it.” So God made a farmer.
God said, “I need somebody willing to sit up all night with a newborn colt and watch it die, then dry his eyes and say, ‘Maybe next year,’ I need somebody who can shape an ax handle from an ash tree, shoe a horse, who can fix a harness with hay wire, feed sacks and shoe scraps. Who, during planting time and harvest season will finish his 40-hour week by Tuesday noon and then, paining from tractor back, up in another 72 hours.” So God made a farmer.
God had to have somebody willing to ride the ruts at double speed to get the hay in ahead of the rain clouds and yet stop in mid-field and race to help when he sees the first smoke from a neighbor’s place. So God made a farmer.
God said, “I need somebody strong enough to clear trees and heave bales, yet gentle enough to help a newborn calf begin to suckle and tend the pink-comb pullets, who will stop his mower in an instant to avoid the nest of meadowlarks.”
It had to be somebody who’d plow deep and straight and not cut corners. Somebody to seed, weed, feed, breed, brake, disk, plow, plant, strain the milk, replenish the self-feeder and finish a hard week’s work with an eight mile drive to church. Somebody who’d bale a family together with the soft, strong bonds of sharing, who would laugh, and then sigh and then reply with smiling eyes when his family says that they are proud of what Dad does. “So God made a farmer.”

by Bart

Thursday, December 20, 2012






Eborn and Park

Friday, December 7, 2012
Mark and Gail Eborn are pleased to announce the marriage of their son Dillon Jex Eborn to Katherine Park, daughter of David and Sharla Park of Lehi, Utah. Their marriage will be solemnized in the Logan LDS Temple on Dec. 19, 2012. A reception will be held in their honor Dec. 17 in Lehi.
Dillon and Katie met at Utah State University in Logan and plan to continue their studies in management information systems and theatre arts.

We attended the sealing ceremony at the Logan Temple Wednesday morning.    It was good to see Mark and Gail and some of their kids.  Allysa and her husband Ben, were there as well as Ben and Lance.  They report that their families are doing well.  The rest of the family is a bit scattered out these days and were not able to make the trip with their families at this time of the year. 

We hope Dillon and his new bride will be very happy and enjoy the rest of eternity together.

by Bart

Saturday, December 8, 2012

The Greatest Gift by Far

During this Christmas season, I hope each us takes the time to ponder the Greatest Gift.  This one is not just for the top two percent, but is given unconditionally to all who will accept Him and follow Him. Just click on the link below and begin to count your blessings.


http://youtu.be/05nA0cNEEqk

Tuesday, December 4, 2012

Duck Hunting Memories

There have been other posts on this blog about hunting, mostly about deer hunting.  This past weekend Jason went bird hunting here in Cache Valley out near Paradise with some of his friends.
He put a little post on his blog about the experience and as I read it I started to reminisce.  I never considered myself to be a great hunter, much less a great bird hunter, but as I reflect back over my life I couldn't help but think of some of my experiences hunting various kinds of birds.  Actually, no one in our family owned a shotgun until I was in high school.  I had always wanted a gun of my own, but money was tight and so I ended up borrowing a rifle for the deer hunt from one of our Lanark neighbors.  Ellis had purchased a gun (a Marlin 30-30 lever action) earlier with a part of his summer wages working in the hay fields in the Bear Lake Bottoms.  I was envious, but not very demanding and so I was often left out of the hunt, or at best had to use a borrowed gun. When Ellis went away to college I saved what little money I earned  until I had enough to buy a gun of my own.  I chose to own a shotgun as my first gun.  It couldn't be one of the fancy models, because my savings were meager.  I saw a JC Higgins 12 gauge shotgun in  the Sears Catalog.  It was on sale and when I checked my small reserve of cash I found I had enough to buy he gun.  Ellis was home for the weekend and so I asked him to go down to the Sears store in Logan when he went back to Utah State the next week and buy the gun for me.  He would bring it home to me when he came next time.  I could hardly wait.  Below is a picture of a new JC Higgins  like the one of which I was the proud owner.  It was a pump action 12 gauge, nothing fancy, but it worked I was one happy hunter.  I remember coming home from school on the bus that fall and before chores or anything else I'd take my gun and a few shells to one of the ponds in the area and see if I could find a duck to shoot at.  More often than not I did.  My shooting improved and I learned not only to shoot  but to clean the ducks and dress them out after I had shot them.  There were usually not many and I remember Mom using a few of them for soup and even  fried some for me  and any other takers on occasion.  I don't think duck ever became anyones favorite food.  It's probably a good thing, because my success hunting ducks was rather spotty at best.

I still have my trusty JC Higgins, but haven't been hunting with it for years; how sad is that?
I remember, when we were young and growing up on the farm, that in the fall of the year after the barley had been harvested huge flocks of southward migrating ducks would settle in the evenings on the stubble fields where they would glean the residue from the harvested crop.  There must have been quite bit left behind because it  seemed to attract the migrating ducks by the thousands.  I remember trying to sneak up on them while they were feeding and get in some real shooting.  Unfortunately, most often the ducks sensed me coming and the whole field seemed to thunder into the sky as they escaped this poor inept hunter, who usually fired futiley into the air.  It was fun, nonetheless.
Another vivid memory about duck hunting came years later after I was married and had children.  We had moved back to the Bear Lake Valley and were living in Liberty in the old Lyme Hymas house.  I remember coming home from school one autumn afternoon and noticed large numbers of ducks flying in the air above the canal which was located on the hillside above our home.  This happened for several days so I decided to check it out.  It so happened that Lane Hymas, a neighbor farmer, had been driving a truckload of grain across the wooden bridge crossing the canal just upstream from where we lived.  The heavy load  broke the timpers in the bridge and the truck tipped sideways into the small canal spilling most of the grain it was carrying.  Nobody was hurt and they were soon able to get the truck out of the canal, but not so with the spilled wheat.  Needless to say, the ducks found the spilled grain in short order and seemed to spread the word.  Hundreds of ducks could be seen alighting in the canal each evening.  I determined to take advantage of this unusual situation and after putting on my hipboots went up stream where I entered the canal and waded carefully and as quietly as possible toward where I knew the ducks were congregating.  The canal was only about five or six feet wide and the water had been mostly turned out of the ditch for the winter.  There was still about six inches of water in most places and it was not running very fast at all.  I finally could hear the ducks quaking loudly in the canal as they fed on the spilled grain.  Quietly, I approached.  The ducks were busy feeding and didn't detect me as I approached  with my trusty JC Higgins 12 gauge .   Suddenly, I rounded a protruding willow bush and there were ducks by the hundreds almost lined up waiting for me to shoot them.  Talk about "getting your ducks in a row."  Well, that is once I did.  I stopped and quietly aimed at the mass of duck feathers congregated in the canal.  I pulled the trigger,  The entire canal seamed to explode before me as the frightened ducks tried to elude the next two shots.  I pumped once and then twice, each time pulling the trigger to get of another shot.  I was not aiming at any particular bird and I didn't need to.  This was once when flock shooting turned out to be the best way to go.  By law shotguns in Idaho had to be limited to just three shots.  I didn't like that idea, but after counting the birds left in the ditch or nearby after my assault, I think it was probably for the best, if I had had six shells in the gun, I might have killed fifty birds.  As it was, I got about twenty with just three shots.  I had to go back to the house and get the car a little closer to my kill before hauling them home.  I broke the law, dang, but what was I to do.  I only pulled the trigger three times.  Oh, well, it was just that once.  Since that time I probably have not shot more ducks in the rest of my life than I did that early autumn evening with just three shots.

The ducks were busily feeding and didn't detect me as I appoached with my trusty JC Higgins.

Thursday, November 8, 2012

100 YEARS AGO/ THE MORE THINGS CHANGE THE MORE THEY STAY THE SAME

Today, I have been reflecting on some important events of a hundred years ago.  The ones that have most affected my life in the eternal scheme of things were the birth of my mother, Edna Hymas, exactly 100 years ago today in Liberty, Idaho to Benjamin Pitman Hymas and Elizabeth Price Hymas and the birth of my Father, Darrell Eborn, to Arthur Phipp Eborn and Nina Louise Passey Eborn about three miles south of Liberty, Idaho in Lanark on October 6, 1912.  I cannot help but believe that in the preexistant realms they had discussed and chose to undertake these very events.  I am grateful for them and all they have done, whether in the preexistence, mortality, or is their present state to provide opportunities for each of us to come to this earth, to learn and have experience, to develop faith and attributes of character.  I, for one will be forever grateful for their love, nurture, and  example.  I shudder to think of where I might have been without them.



Lately, it seems I may have been a little preoccupied with the events taking place in our country and around the world.  We live in perilous times, but we are hardly the first to do so, and we will not be the last.  I thought someone might be interested in the events of 100 years ago, the year Dad and Mom were born into this world.  The times have changed alright, but in many ways they remain the same.  Each of us will have our appropriate share of challenges, just as those of past ages did. Such is the plan. They are not always easy, nor were they ever intended to be, but ultimately I am confident, that they will be worth the effort.  I pray tha each of us will face each day with hope and courage, just as our parents did through the years.



1912 (MCMXII) a leap year starting on Monday (link will display the full calendar) in the Gregorian calendar and a leap year starting on Sunday in the 13-day-slower Julian calendar.

 Events

 January

 February

 March

 April


April 15: The RMS Titanic sinks.

 May

 June

 July

 August

 September

 October

 November

 December

Thursday, October 11, 2012

The Rut is On at Reed's House

Reed sent me this short video taken from the activities in his back yard at Bear Lake West.
He used to go to bed and hear those noises, Now he just gets up and looks out the window. Well, maybe not.
Such is life.
What a great place to live-Bear Lake. It doesn't get much better than that in my opinion.   Some people dream of dieing and going to heaven.  Reed and Lorraine just wake up in the morning and they are already there.


Sunday, September 9, 2012

Once an Aggie, Always an Aggie

Old Main, where I worked all the way through college, and took classes  which changed my life. I still feel a sense of pride and accomplishment when I look up at the "A" on Old Main, especially when it is lighted at night.
I have often reflected on people and places who have touched my life for good.  One of those places was Utah State University.  I often wonder what my life would have been like had the years I spent at USU never happened. My life's experiences would have certainly been much different.  Well do I remember that first year at USU.  After leaving little Fielding High School in Paris, Idaho I was in awe of the big college in Logan.  I remember walking into the main campus library and just standing there wondering what to do.  There were so many more books than I had ever seen before.  I was intimidated to a degree with the thoughts of even checking a book out.  That feeling was soon overcome, however and I dove into my studies with all the determination of an eager young freshman set on learning all that I could and making the best of my college experience.  That first year I roomed with my cousin, Kay Hymas, also from Bear Lake.  We lived in a little apartment on Second East which meant a good long walk up to the campus every morning, come rain or come shine.  Actually it wasn't the rain of the shine that bothered me most, but the cold of winter.  I had a part time job on the campus working as a custodian in Old Main.  That's what paid the rent and bought the groceries.  There was little money left over for anything else.  As students, we had passes to all the athletic events on campus.  That was pretty much our social life, but we loved it and never missed a game.  I was fortunate to attend USU during years when they had some very good teams and some excellent athletes.  It was fun to get caught up  in the excitement of game day and I can truly say the Aggie Spirit caught hold of me.  I made some good friends with fellow students and professors at USU and feel like the quality of education I received was very good, at least I got out of it what I was willing to put into it and eventually graduated with a teaching degree certified in German, History, and U.S. Government.  This led me to my first teaching job at Twin Falls High School in Idaho and a career in teaching which spread over forty years.
I could go on and on about the experiences of those college years. but suffice it to say I learned a lot, prepared for a rewarding career and I became an Aggie.  Since the day I left USU I have always checked the papers to see how the Aggies were doing.  Occasionally, we even made it to a basketball of football game and inside I was always rooting for may favorite team, the Aggies.  I know, this wasn't the biggest time college sports on the planet, but it meant a lot to me and still does.
On Friday night Jared, who is also a true Aggie, had some tickets to the Utah-USU football game at Romney Stadium.  We took Justin and Chalisa's boys, Ethan and Hayden, and went to the game.  USU has been in a rebuilding mode in their football program for the past few years.  While Utah has risen to national prominence, the Aggies had lost the last twelve games in a row.  The Utes were now members of the powerful PAC12 conference along with many national power athletic teams like USC, Oregon, UCLA, Washington, etc.  I think many didn't give the Aggies much of a chance in this game. Surprise, surprise,  The Aggies jumped out to an early lead and never trailed in the game.  It was, however, tied at the end of regulation and the Aggies were able to pull out a 27-20 win in overtime.

The fans went wild and rushed the field.  It reminded me of the good old days at USU.
Utah State University has played a big role on others in our family as well.  I need to thank Ellis for setting the precedent and going to college.  His example inspired me and later Reed and Mark also ended up with degrees from Utah State.  In my own family we have four children who also earned degrees at USU.  Alison and Justin are still working on their degrees, after a little delay, but will soon finish up with degrees from USU. Stephen started at USU, but ended up getting his degree in business administration from Stevens-Henegar College. We have all pretty much had to work our way through college.  It wasn't easy, but it was doable for the dedicated and we all proved to be up to the task.  In addition we have five daughters-in-law and a son-in-law with degrees from USU.  Our eldest granddaughter, Kinsey, is now a student at USU.  If fact she is staying in the very same dorm her mom stayed in  when she was in school here in Logan at USU.  The university continues to affect our lives through the people we know, our own education and the effect the university has on the community.  We are fortunate to be Aggies.

Ethan and Hayden at the USU Aggie Game 
The Game --- USU 27-Utah 20
Mayhem on the Field as the Aggies Win