The only fresh fruits that grew in these mountains were wild grapes and prickly pears. One fall my parents decided to go over to a little town called El Valle, where there was an abundance of peaches. They stayed about three weeks, drying the fruit as they had no other way to preserve it. How we did enjoy those dried peaches that winter!

Aunt Maria's son Ether John was born March 4, 1889. One year later my mother's daughter Mary Lovenia was born, February 25, 1890.

My most treasured possessions, as a child, were made and given to me by my parents. Mother made me a little willow basket in which I kept my sewing and other handwork. I learned to crochet before I was old enough to go to school, and longed for a hook I could call my very own. One evening Father took a piece of kindling wood from the woodbox by the stove. It was a nice, straight piece of cedar wood. He whittled me a lovely crochet hook. No child could ever have been prouder than I was.

Father traded for a little pony, not large enough for a work horse, but a joy to all the children as he was gentle and most always accomodating. He was always searching around among the rocks, etc., for a bit of grass overlooked by the other animals, so we called him Grubber. Often we would pile onto his back until he was covered with children from his ears to his tail. Patiently he would trudge along under this load until he could take it no longer. He would then sit down on his haunches and we would all slide to the ground in a heap. No amount of coaxing, cajolling or scolding could induce him to move again until he was good and ready.

Although it was a walk of more than a mile and a half to Primary, Mother always saw to it that we got there, and she was one of tne teachers most of the time. We usually went to Church with Father in the wagon.

Father was always on hand to help with any community project. He helped build the roads, the Meeting House, which also served as a school house, the canals and irrigation ditches. One stretch of road was called Moffett's Dugway, another, Campbell's Hump, because these men did most of the labor on them. The creek that ran through our land was called Moffett's Creek.

My little brother Norman was my shadow. We dearly loved each other. One of the things he and I liked to do the most was to climb up the hill by our house and roll rocks down it. It was fun to watch them bump along or flying through the air for a ways before they landed.