The Horseshoe Flat Decade 1928-1938
part of my life history will cover the ten years from my birth to the time my
parents moved to Farnum.
Percy Blaine Hawkes, the oldest child in our family, was born July 1, 1928, at
Logan, Cache County, Utah. My
father is Percy Smart Hawkes and my mother is Ida Weyerman Hawkes.
I weighed 10 lbs., height 22 ½ inches, dark brown eyes, and brown
hair. Due to a serious
streptococcus infection my mother suffered incident to my birth, we lived with
my grandmother, Sarah Ann Hawkes, in Logan, the first nine months of my life.
After a priesthood blessing by Elder Matthew Cowley, my mother
recovered after being very ill for about eight months following my birth.
the spring of 1929, my parents left Logan and traveled with me to their dry
farm home in Horseshoe Flat, located two miles southwest of Drummond, Idaho.
My father operated the 320 acres that his mother and father had
homesteaded, plus parcels of State Land, making a sizeable farm with crops of
grain to sell for a cash income. We
lived in the two room log cabin, my grandfather, Joshua Hawkes built about
1898 as they homesteaded the
land. (Note: this history will
have various page # references from the book Homesteading and Pioneering in
the Upland Area between Fall and Teton Rivers, see pages 403-405 for
the summer of 1929, my parents took me with them on a trip through Yellowstone
Park. We camped, toured the park,
and had a wonderful time for about a week.
I was too young to remember any of the details of this trip, but I
wonder if some of the sights and beauty we saw didn’t stay with me.
Perhaps that is why I still love to be out in nature so much.
I still get a great thrill as I am privileged to go to places like
Yellowstone Park, Teton National Park, etc.
brother, Lawrence Weyerman Hawkes, was born at home October 31, 1930, with Dr.
Hargis attending. Lloyd was born
March 29, 1933, at Logan, Norma
Ruth was born August 17, 1936, at Logan.
As the family grew in numbers, a small bedroom was added on the east
end of the cabin. To make it
still more comfortable, a two room frame house from the Cazier place was moved
over and attached to the west end of the cabin.
(This two room frame addition was moved again years later and became
the first home of Albert and Reva Whitmore.)
house and yards were on the east side of the road, two miles south of the
Baird corner. In front of the
house was the Joshua Hawkes well. It
was about 35 feet deep and had been dug by hand in one day.
In the earlier days, after hauling water from Conant Creek for many
years, the local neighbors all got together and selected this most likely spot
to find water. They were lucky
and found it in just one day. It
was the only well for several miles and people stopped by as they traveled the
road to fill their barrels, and containers, or to just get a cool drink of
good water. As a child this was
our only source of culinary water. We
also used it to keep our dairy products cool.
Milk, butter, cream, eggs, etc. all were lowered on a rope to the water
level where it kept things fresh and ready to use.
way we had to keep things cool and to make ice cream during the summer, was to
preserve the deep snow that drifted over the bluff to the south of the house.
This was done by covering it up with straw in the springtime just
before it was ready to melt. If
covered properly it would last most of the summer for our use.
mother was a very good housekeeper and homemaker. Before marriage she had taken some training toward becoming a
nurse. The skills she had came in
very handy in our home and also in the surrounding neighborhood.
Our home was located in the bottom of a very fertile low spot and was
ideal for raising a good garden. Mother
not only raised many varieties of garden vegetables for our use, but planted
many beautiful flowers in and around the yard.
I can still vividly see the hollyhawks standing tall around the garden
with the tiny hummingbirds poking their beaks into the flowers to get the
nectar. We also had golden finch
and bluebirds in addition to the more common crows, blackbirds, hawks,
sparrows, and etc.
did a variety of pioneering and homemaking chores such as: making soap, curing
pork meat, canning/bottling fruit and vegetables, making bread & cottage
cheese, making clothes and quilts, washing and hanging up clothes on the fence
or wire line. I remember watching
her use two carding combs to card the wool from sheep to use as a wool bat in
the quilts she made. Speaking of
quilts, one night mother came into our little unheated bedroom on a very cold
night and asked if anyone wanted another quilt on their bed. My younger brother said, “No, I am cold enough, I don’t
want to have to warm up another quilt.”
were taught the gospel and how to be honest, virtuous, and get along together
in the home. We had a blessing on
the food at meal time, and family prayer night and morning, each taking our
turn at leading the prayers. We
were taught the stories from the Bible and the Book of Mormon on a regular
basis. We had Family Night that
is similar to the present Family Home Evening of today.
stored our root vegetables and some bottled food on shelves in an underground
storage cellar just east of the house. One
day my father came in and told us that there was a baby alligator out in the
root cellar. He said he had
captured it and put it in a glass jar. We
were apprehensive but inquisitive. We
crept down the cellar stairs and found as he had said, this very much alive
creature. That was our first
experience with the very common salamander.
had a wooden granary in which we kept a supply of seed wheat for the next
year’s planting. In the fall
season after the pork meat was cured, smoked, and wrapped in waxed cloth, it
was stored down in the center of the bulk wheat bin. It kept very well until we needed it to eat during the
winter. Then we would go out and
reach our arm down through the loose bulk wheat, until we found a piece of
wrapped meat. Back in the house
we would take off the wax cloth wrapping, and with a knife scrape off any
mold. If the meat was too salty,
it would be washed and soaked in cold water for a while until it was ready to
tradition has it that when I was very young I would go out in the chicken
coop, find and then eat those delicious black stink bugs that infested the
building. I guess there were
worse things that lay about in the coop I could have eaten. I do remember the barn with the hay pile nearby, and the
outhouse with the two size holes. Yes,
my brother Lawrence, did somehow get himself stuck down in the area below the
biggest hole. It was with great
difficulty that he was extricated and cleaned up.
I’ll tell one on myself right at this point. My mother was having a
very difficult time trying to potty train me.
I was getting old enough to know better she said, so she warned me the
next time it happened it would be up to me to take care of the whole problem
by myself. Well, it happened!
She said, “Ok, you go get the round bathtub we take our weekly bath
in by the kitchen stove. Put some of this warm water in it. Then take the messy clothes off and clean yourself and your
clothes in the tub of water.” Needless
to say, that was the last time I ever made that mistake.
about 1933-34, a cloudburst came through our area while we were all away to
town. When we came home we
discovered that a great flood of water and mud had come down through the swale
where our house stood. It had
come into the house and left several inches of mud all over the floor. The water had been about two or three feet deep, but had
somewhat subsided. It had filled
all the cabinets and chests of drawers full of muddy silt and stained whatever
was inside. After a long hard
clean up period, my father built a dirt dike around our whole place on three
sides and back uphill toward the barnyard buildings so that the floods could
not hurt us again.
always had a fine Christmas tree that we had gone out in the forest, or over
on the river bottom, and cut down and brought home. We had a joyous time exchanging the gifts from each other and
receiving something from Santa Claus. In
those days there were no electric lights to buy to put on the tree.
We didn’t have electricity as we know it today.
We had a windcharger up on a high tower near the house.
A propeller caught the wind when it was blowing and turned the shaft on
a small generator that would charge up a battery.
From the battery we could have a light globe in each room as long as
the wind blew enough. Anyway, to
decorate the Christmas tree we used strings of popcorn, some ornaments, and
real wax candles with a flame on them.
this particular Christmas Eve, about 1936, my brother Lawrence wanted to dress
up and be Santa Claus. So
everyone joined in helping to outfit him with what we had on hand so that he
would look the part. He, of
course, had a cotton beard and mustache covering his face, with only his eyes
and nose showing. As we proceeded
to enjoy the evening, he came too close to the tree and the fire from the
candles ignited the cotton on his face and costume.
All at once he was a ball of fire!
My father quickly threw him down and rolled him up in a throw rug to
extinguish the flames. Soon the
fire was out, but it had severely burned the skin on his face and ears.
Mother had some tannic acid burn salve on hand.
She applied this to the scorched skin and we all prayed he would get
better without having any scars. Many
weeks later he healed up and was blessed to not have any visible scars.
seemed to be the one to have the bad luck at times. On one occasion he somehow contracted scarlet fever.
He was very sick for some time. The
doctor came and treated him and put a quarantine sign on our house.
We were not able to leave our place or have anyone come there for two
or three weeks. Lawrence was now
all better. The doctor came again
and checked us all and gave us a clean bill of health. We then had to put on all clean disinfected clothes and go
and stay with Chester and Neva French for two or three days while the
officials came and fumigated our home and every thing in it. When we finally returned, the house smelled funny for a few
more days and finally the siege was over.
winter the Roy Sloss family decided to go south for a few weeks on a vacation
trip. They asked my folks if they
would stay in their home and watch over things while they were gone.
We would drive over to our ranch about a mile away and do the chores
twice a day as usual, but spent most of our time in their home while they were
gone. It was located just under
the bluff where Kyle and Arlene (Sloss) Farley live now in the summer.
I can still hear in my mind, the clear sound of the train whistle as it
came over the cold winter air the 2 or 3 miles from Drummond.
Sometimes our folks would take us for a train ride from Drummond to
Ashton or St. Anthony. It was a
thrill of a lifetime to ride the train!
addition to farming, my father was a very good carpenter.
He knew how to sharpen all kinds of tools and showed us how to do it.
He built many pieces of furniture, end tables, piano bench, etc.
He made wooden skis for us to use in the winter.
Father was also adept in music. His
mother died November 3, 1934, in Logan. We
were later blessed to have her upright grand piano in our home.
He was able to play familiar songs with both hands by ear.
He would just sit down and start cording around, get the melody
started, and soon be playing very well. We
would all gather around and sing while he played.
He had a good sense of humor and always tried to see the bright side of
I was about 9 years old, Father bought a stringed instrument called a
mandolin. He learned to cord on
it well, and we would sing along as he played it.
I had a desire to learn to play it also, so he taught me the cords.
I picked out a few cowboy songs and learned to play and sing them.
I thought I was part cowboy now, and so mother made me some chaps and a
cowboy vest. I dressed up in this
costume with neckerchief and all, and they took my picture playing the
telephone we had was the old box style that hung on the wall.
When you wanted to call someone you stood up to it and cranked the
handle on the side. Soon the operator would say, “Number please!”
Then you would tell her the number of the person you wanted to talk to
and she would ring it. She would stay on with you until she was sure that you were
connected to the party you had called. We
were on a party line. That meant
that there were several neighbors hooked up to the same line you were on.
When the phone rang, you had to listen to identify the number assigned
to your home. It may be a long and two short rings, or two longs and a
short ring. There were sometimes
eight or ten people on a line, all with a different coded ring. But, you all could hear everybody else’s phone ring.
In fact, if you wanted to, you could pick up the phone and eavesdrop in
on the other people’s conversation. Some
people did just that, and seemed to know everything that was going on in the
method of dryfarming in those days was to summer fallow one half of the
farmland each year and plant the other half into wheat, barley, or oats.
Summer fallowing meant to plow the ground in the fall or spring and
then disc or rodweed it whenever the weeds would appear.
This would keep any plant life from growing and using the moisture that
had seeped into the ground from the winter’s snow and what rain came during
the year. We received about 12 to 15 inches of moisture each year on
the average. The soil is a
volcanic loam and is of such a quality that it holds the moisture very well
from one year to the next. Using
this method, it provided two years moisture for each crop that we would raise.
So, we rotated each piece of ground by planting one year and summer
fallowing it the next year.
we planted winter wheat. This
meant that we would plant the wheat in the fall of the year usually in
September, on the ground that we had summer fallowed all that summer.
The secret was to get the seed down through the few inches of dry dirt
into the moisture that lay just below it.
My father, being a progressive farmer, took the advice of his Uncle
James Webster on Rexburg Bench, and tried the first deep furrow drill ever
used in our area. It worked out
so well that many of the local farmers followed his example and began using
them. Instead of planting the
grain in rows 7 inches apart and not too deep, it would plant the grain twice
as thick and deeper in 14 inch rows. It left a deeper furrow that would also help collect the rain
water and direct it down to the growing plants. I loved to see the young wheat plants coming up out of the
ground and stooling out to make nice thick rows.
(See early farm machinery p. 46-7)
children, we had many opportunities to learn real work.
I remember a particular field of summer fallow with few weeds on it,
and not worth going over with the tractor and rodweeder. Father suggested we
take garden hoes in hand and spread out a few yards apart and walk around the
field traveling in a systematic way around and around the field, killing the
“now and then” occasional weed before it could go to seed and contaminate
the rest of the ground. In a
matter of a few hours work we had the job done and saved much time and expense
of doing it with the machinery. Yes,
we got hot and tired, but we knew it was the right way to do it under the
first we farmed with horses, the same way everyone did in those days.
When I was nine or ten years old, I remember driving several horses
hooked together as they pulled a spiked tooth harrow.
As I was harrowing on a 45 degree angle crossways of the field, I had
to be very careful of not turning the corners too sharply or the harrows would
stand on end and scare the horses or tip over.
My mother was worried that I was too young to be out there alone doing
that, but my dad thought I could handle the job alright and I did.
the grain grew and matured in the summer so did some wild rye plants.
As they would have ripened faster than the grain we planted, and the
wind would have shelled out their seed onto the ground, we had to go in by
hand and pull these plants up. That
was another case of walking a few yards apart down through the field of
maturing grain and reaching out now and then to pluck out the offending plant.
There was no other way to do it.
usually had good crops that would yield about 30 to 35 bushels to the acre,
but once in a while the frost would hit the low spots, we called swales, and
then the kernels would not develop in the head, and so nothing was there but
chaff in the fall harvest. We
also had an occasional hail storm that would come through the area and pound
the grain down and ruin it. The
biggest problem was the low price we received per bushel when it was time to
sell the crop. On one occasion,
my father had several thousand bushels of grain in storage in the elevator in
Ashton. The price was extremely
low but was coming up a little each week.
So, it was decided to wait a few months and perhaps get a premium price
and be able to pay off all the bills and have some money on hand for the
coming year. All went as
expected, the price did go up and up. But
all of a sudden, overnight, the price took a terrible drop, more than anyone
would have ever guessed. My
parents were heartbroken over the money they had “lost.”
we lived on the end of an irrigation ditch, we sometimes encountered some
trouble from the people who irrigated their land above us.
We did not irrigate our crops, but did use a few shares to irrigate the
garden, and yards. The rest of
the water went across the road into a pond to water livestock, etc.
I remember on one occasion, a neighbor upstream from our place came
down in a huff and accused my father of some imagined water misconduct.
He was a known rabble rouser, and said if my father would come out in
the road on neutral ground that he would fight him. My father called him by name and told him that he would not
lower himself to come out and wallow in the dirt with such as the likes of
him. (My father had a good
physique and could have easily beaten him.)
The man immediately calmed down and apologized to him.
They settled their differences and were on good terms from then on.
grandfather Joshua Hawkes and several of his sons helped to dig the Conant
Creek Canal from 1896 to 1903. (See
pages 25 to 28 and picture on page 47) It
was believed that crops could not be raised in this area without water, so
with great effort over many years they dug the canal together with other
farmers of the area. Later it
turned out that very good crops could be raised using the dry farm method, so
many farmers including the Hawkes family, let their water shares go back to
the company and relied solely on dry farming methods.
remember in the summer of getting up very early in the mornings to go with my
dad and brothers to the timberland 15 miles to the east to get loads of dry
pine wood for fuel for the winter ahead.
We hooked up a team of horses to a 4 wheeled trailer that had been made
from an old car frame. Father was
a very good woodsman and could cut a large tree down quickly with his sharp
double bitted ax. We enjoyed the
trip because of the beautiful scenery, the picnic lunch, and just the
adventure of being with our dad on that kind of a trip.
This wood was stacked in a huge pile at home. Later, a man with a circular saw rig would come.
They would start the gas motor that turned the blade and then block up
the wood, so we could split it to burn in our wood stoves.
had several milk cows, chickens, and pigs, in addition to the many horses
which did the farm work. After a
few years my father bought a tractor. First
he had a wheel tractor with sharp steel lugs on the back wheels; then he
bought a track type tractor. (See
early tractors on page 48-49) We
continued using the horses along with the tractors for many years.
We were able to ride some of the horses.
the fall of the year after the crops had all been harvested, we had a
community free range custom. By
agreement everyone would let their livestock loose to graze the countryside
until winter came. After arriving
home from school, it was my job to ride one of the horses out and about the
area listening carefully for the sound of the cowbell.
When and if I could find them, sometimes a mile or two from the house,
the trick was to herd them gently back home to be milked.
As a result of this exercise, I became very fond of riding horses and
of roaming around on the rolling hills and vales of the whole area.
milking the cows, the buckets of milk were poured into a cream separator.
We took turns turning the handle that powered the gears that turned the
centrifugal mechanism that separated the cream from the milk.
Like magic, the cream came out a spout at the top part of the machine,
and the skim milk came out the lower spout.
There was much more skim milk than cream.
The skim milk was fed to the calves or pigs.
Also, Mother made cottage cheese from the skim milk.
The cream was stored in 5 gallon buckets and kept as cold as possible
until we could deliver it to the creamery.
The usual method of delivering the cream was to take it to the railroad
depot in Drummond, where it was transported by train to the Nelson-Ricks
Creamery in Rexburg. As we
shipped the full cans out, our empty cans that had been shipped back were
there waiting for us to pick them up and take home again.
The creamery company would send us a check regularly in the mail to pay
us for the cream we had sent them. This
money was spent for needed groceries and other supplies.
remember well the great bands of sheep that would be brought into our country
after the crops had been harvested. Each
band would have from 1000 to 1200 sheep in it.
The band of sheep were followed by a sheep camp wagon.
It was something like a pioneer covered wagon where the sheep herder
lived. (See p. 298) The
herder always had a good horse or two and two or three good sheep dogs that
were trained to herd and protect the sheep.
Once in a while my father would take us out to visit the sheep herder.
I remember how happy they were to see and talk to someone.
They would just talk and talk and talk because they were so lonesome
for someone to visit them. They
would stay a few days in one location until the sheep had eaten all the feed
that was available, then they would move on to another farm.
The owner of the sheep outfit always came by and paid the farm owner a
little money for letting the sheep eat on his place.
Sometimes we would see 8 or 10 bands of sheep go through our part of
the country in one fall. Les Hill
was one of the sheep owners.
remember the mountainous straw piles that were left in the field near our
barnyard, from the great thrashing machines that came in the fall.
The farmers would cooperate together and help each other haul wagon
loads of bundles from the field into the thrasher.
The wheat was sacked off the side of the thrasher and taken to market
in town. The straw was blown up
into giant piles and used later to feed horses and some dry livestock that
were not giving milk. (See p. 41-43 & 51)
Sometimes the livestock were just turned out in the winter to forage
from these straw stacks. Then
they would go to work and eat their way into the side of the stack, forming a
huge hole or cave like place. As
a kid, it was great fun to go out and romp around in these straw stacks with
the holes and caves and pretend all kind of adventures.
started the first grade in the fall of 1934 in the Drummond Elementary School
at the age of six. Miss Dorothy
Rogstad was my first grade teacher that year.
The next spring she married George Baum, who operated a local
mercantile store and gas delivery business.
He delivered gas to our farm for the tractors and the car, etc.
(See p. 54)
remember well my first day of school in the big three story brick school
building on the southwest side of Drummond.
Our room was on the middle floor, in the center room, on the south side
of the building. I got out of my
seat and did something out of order. The
next thing I knew, Miss Rogstad had me by the ear and was escorting me along
back to my seat. Well, I learned
to be a good student, get good grades, and to mind my business in school.
Yes, I liked Miss Rogstad and still do.
On the positive side, I remember the teacher telling us that everyone
who had a clean desk, inside and out for a whole week would get a very good
gift. I was surprised the next
Monday to find I was the only one that had qualified.
The teacher gave me a model airplane glider with a string attached to
the end of one wing. By holding
on the string I could whirl the plane around in a circle and it would take off
from the ground, fly perfectly, and then land again.
I have never seen one like that again.
It really worked well.
good pictures of this school, my school classmates, and Miss. Rogstad, see
page 14-16, in the book Homesteading and Pioneering in the Upland Area
between Fall and Teton Rivers. On
the top of page 15, I am in the first grade.
The bottom picture shows me in the 3rd or 4th
grade when Janice Jessen was my teacher.
My brother, Lawrence, is also on the front row and was in the 1st
or 2nd grade.
recess we would go outside and play on the giant strides, swings, or other
playground equipment. When recess
was over the teacher would come outside and ring a hand bell.
It was about 6 or seven inches in diameter and had a wooden handle on
the small end of the bell. If you behaved very well in school, on occasion you were
privileged to ring the bell for the teacher.
Sometimes we would bring little toy cars, trucks, and tractors and play
in the dirt. If it were stormy we
played ball in a big basement room on the north half of the building.
There was a room down there on the south side that housed the big coal
furnace that heated up the water that went up through the pipes into heat
registers that heated the building.
of the highlights of my 4th grade year was leading the rhythm band.
Glen and Lucille Baird had come to teach that year and were very good
musicians. They taught us to play the different rhythm instruments.
Two or three of us were also selected and trained to stand up in front
of the band and beat out the time. Page
16 shows the uniforms that we wore. (I
am not in the picture as it was taken the following year after we had moved to
the Farnum School.) Anyway, I
remember in the School Christmas Program of 1937, that I got to lead two or
three songs that the rhythm band played.
It was a thrill, even though I was quite nervous.
Christmas program and party was held upstairs in the big auditorium that had a
stage and dance floor. After the
program Santa Claus came and gave out treats to everyone.
Then the chairs were lined up around the edge of the hall, Glen and
Lucille Baird played the piano and drums while Frank Bratt played his violin.
We had a good community dance for several hours.
the winter, we were transported to school in a canvas covered sleigh pulled by
two horses. (See p. 47, Mother
& I ) It was like a covered wagon only mounted on a bob-sled or double
bob-sled instead of wheels. The
interior of the sleigh had wooden benches down each side and a small wood camp
stove with a chimney up through the canvas roof which provided the heat.
It was quite cozy inside as we drove along, listening to the crunch the
snow made on the steel runners of the sleigh.
school bus, as it was called, would pick up the other neighborhood children as
it progressed toward school and then bring us home again in the afternoon as
school let out. Who drove the
school bus was determined by the men in the community submitting a bid to the
school board. The lowest bidder
usually got the job for one year. He
had to provide his own sled, trailer, or car to pick up and deliver the kids
to and from school.
sled road or trail the horses followed was marked by slender willows cut and
poked in the snow every 100 ft. or so at the edge of the road.
When the winter storms would come and blow away every trace of where
the road had been, the horses and drivers could manage to find it by following
the willow markers. Sometimes the sled road was on the county road and sometimes
it was out in a farmer’s field. It
just depended on the depth of the snow and which was the best route to take.
In the spring and fall we were taken by automobile or a four wheeled
trailer, as the road conditions improved or deteriorated.
if the weather was good, I would walk home alone the three miles from school
through the fields in a southwest direction.
I loved to walk so I could pass by the east side of the cemetery hill,
and then on south, so I could explore the groves of quaking aspen trees.
I could find where the deer had made their beds in the thickets and
slept overnight. Each grove was
situated just north and under a bluff of ground that rose up 30 or 40 feet in
the air. I would go up through
the thickest part of the grove where nothing had been before, pretending I was
in a thick Amazon jungle blazing a new trail.
It was challenging and made me work hard to get through and up to the
top of the hill. I would come out
a little scratched up but having the feeling of accomplishment.
was in these years with friends at school and church that I learned to get
along with others, and endure teasing from the older kids I met.
It was then I learned to know something about good and evil.
There were kids who had come from vulgar and evil backgrounds and also
many who came from very good homes. On
rare occasions my folks would let me go and play at some of my friends’
houses. I remember of playing in
the dirt piles at their places with toy cars, trucks, tractors, and machinery.
Boy, it was fun making roads, bridges, etc. and moving the dirt around!
and Jim Brown, our closest neighbors lived just across the street to the west.
(See p. 112 Homestead Book) John
had married Ella Carlson, who in a previous marriage had several sons, one of
whom was Raymond. He was just a
few years older than I. We would
often ride our horses together. In
the fall we would sometimes find a patch of wild chokecherries.
We would stop and fill a container and take them home, where my mother
would can/bottle them whole. Later,
we would take a bottle of the canned berries to our wooden shack near the pond
under the bluff, and on the little stove we had, we would scramble some eggs,
cook some bacon, and eat a bottle of those tart but delicious berries.
Our shack was made by planting four poles like posts in the ground, and
nailing old boards to them for sides and more boards across the top for a
roof. We had many a good time in
this shack pretending it was a fine log cabin and enjoyed entertaining our
other neighbor friends in it.
the road a half a mile or so, lived the William and Leona Miller family.
Bert was my age, and Betty Lou was younger.
Bert had a fine pony and a bicycle to ride.
If you would treat him just right, he would consent to let you ride his
bicycle. As we did not have one
at that time, it was a great privilege to get to use it for a few minutes.
the Baird corner up on the main east/west road lived Blaine and Ella Baird.
Bernis, their oldest child, was a year older than I.
She reminded me of Shirley Temple, the famous child movie star.
Actually, I was in love with both of them. If I could see a movie with Shirley Temple in it, I was happy
for several days just thinking how cute she was.
But, if Bernis would smile at me at school or church, I would forget
all about Shirley Temple for the time being.
If I were sitting behind Bernis in church and she didn’t notice me, I
would give a little tug on one of the long curls of her hair.
Then all I got was a frown.
the street from Bairds, lived Hazen and Helen Hawkes and their family.
Margaret and Alta were several years older than I.
Emory and Gene were more my age. We
spent a lot of time with this family as they were related to us.
Hazen’s father and my father were half brothers in the Joshua Hawkes
polygamy family. So, as cousins,
we did a lot of things together. We
went on picnics, fishing trips, etc.
We did not have the money to buy a lot of table games, so on one
occasion we got some paper, cardboard, and other things together, and made a
monopoly set, patterned after one that had been borrowed from someone else.
We had just as much fun with that or more, than if it had been store
favorite winter activity was being pulled on skis behind a horse.
One person would saddle up their favorite horse and then tie a rope
around the saddle horn. The person on skis would hold on the end of the rope and away
we would go. It was extra fun to
build a jumping ramp of snow and take turns to see who could jump the
farthest. Sometimes we could jump
from 20 to 30 feet depending on how high the jump was, and how fast the horse
was running, and how good we were on skis.
When our parents would go to town or anywhere with the team hooked to
the sleigh, it was fun to tie the rope onto the back of the sleigh and ski
along behind. If conditions were
right we could weave back and forth across the sled track something like the
water skiers do now days.
a big snow and wind storm would come and block the roads and railroads, and
everyone was snowed in for several days or weeks. (See page 36) There
were no snow machines or snow planes invented yet.
The only way to go was on skis or webs.
of the plastic sleds and round flying saucers we have today, we would get the
big grain scoop and slide down the hill.
We would sit or kneel in the wide metal scoop shovel part and have the
handle sticking out in front of us as we tried to guide it down the slope.
1936-1937, Edwin O. Smith and his wife, Elda, taught school at Farnum.
We were not going to school there, but we knew them through our
activities at church. They became
good friends of my parents and would occasionally come from the teacherage,
where they lived by the school, to visit.
Ed Smith got interested in dog sledding that winter.
He took an old school chair and a pair of old skis and somehow combined
them together and came up with a makeshift dog sled that would carry his wife
and two young children. That
winter he would oft’times make the five mile trip from his place to ours
with several dogs working in tandem, pulling him and his family to our place.
After a good visit, they would return home, sometimes in the dark.
That was the beginning of my life long interest in the dog sledding
hobby. I began to have my dog
pull me on skis and later in life I had many full fledged dog teams.
My cousin, Alta Hawkes, married a famous dog sled driver, Lloyd
VanSickle. (See p. 34 & 188)
Through the years, he gave me a lot of encouragement and instructions.
fun sometimes we would go and walk across the railroad bridge north of
Drummond. (See p. 35)
We were told it was the highest bridge in the world when it was built
in 1909. It was later rebuilt
using steel trusses. It took a
lot of courage to walk across the railroad ties that were spaced a few inches
apart so that you could look straight down and see the Conant Creek running
below you. Also, there was the
danger that a train might come along while you were out in the middle of the
the 4th and 24th of July, we had a rodeo and celebration
at the Farnum Church grounds. East
of the church, on about 2 acres of land, was a baseball diamond, and some
holding pens for the calves that we used to turn out one at a time and see if
they would buck or not. Usually
they did, and we were lucky if we didn’t get thrown off in the dirt.
We would practice at home in our own barnyard with the calves we had,
so that we could do our very best in front of a crowd.
I remember riding calves in the rodeo a few jumps before landing on the
ground. Later, we would play ball, run foot races, have a pot luck
lunch, and just have an all around good time with our friends.
these celebrations we conducted a small parade, so that those who wanted to,
could show off their horses, saddles, chaps and spurs, etc.
One summer, my mother made a wreath of yellow wild rose blossoms to put
around the neck of the horse I rode. It
was beautiful, and I was the proudest one in the parade, unless it was my
mother who watched from the sidelines. I
will always be grateful to her for making that day so memorable to me.
would be interested to turn to page 122-123 of the Homestead Book mentioned
earlier, and read more details of these celebrations and an Indian attack that
happened one year right in the middle of the festivities.
(It even shows a picture of the Indians.)
I was five years old my father was called to be the Bishop of our Farnum LDS
Ward. The church house was four
miles west of Drummond and also two miles north and two miles west of our
house. (See p.2-5) On many
occasions I would go with him to church or to town in the sleigh or in our
Model T Ford car. (See p. 49)
I remember how when it was rainy weather, the roads would get soft and
have deep ruts in them. On one
occasion, we were coming down the two mile lane from Baird’s corner.
My dad and I were going along at a good speed in a deep set of ruts.
I don’t recall the reason why, but all at once the car gave a lurch
and went sideways and tipped over on its side in the mud.
We had to climb out through the now upside doors and walk home in the
rain to get some help. Later the
neighbors came to our aid. Four
or five men put their hands down in the mud near the top of the car and with
one big “heave ho,” stood it right up on its wheels again. My dad got in and drove it home.
days after my eighth birthday, on Monday, July 6, 1936, I was baptized by my
father in Fall River. Stillman
Whittle was renting Hans Nielsen’s farm by this river.
Stillman was my father’s 2nd counselor in the Bishopric.
There were 5 other kids baptized that day also.
We used to visit this family often and play around their outbuilding
and farm yards. I was confirmed
the next Sunday the 12th of July, at the Farnum Church by my father
Percy Smart Hawkes.
the age of nine I was fortunate to be able to join the cub scout program in
our ward. I rode a horse the four
miles to cub meeting and then home again, sometimes as it was getting dark.
My mother reports that often I would be singing so loud on my way home,
that if there had been anything to be afraid of, I would have scared it away.
those days we did not have custodians who would clean the church, build the fire
to warm the building each Sunday, etc. The
Bishop and counselors and their families somehow ended up with that job.
Others would help on occasion, but most of the time we ended up going to
the church to do these chores. We
had a huge wood stove in the meeting house on the main floor and a smaller wood
heater in basement that would heat the classrooms down there.
The main floor was one big open room with a raised platform on the north
end for those who were conducting the meeting and doing the speaking.
During class time, a series of curtains were pulled in such a way as to
divide up the room into various classrooms.
It would take over an hour for the heat to come out and make the rooms
somewhat comfortable, so if it were too cold, you were obliged to wear your coat
for a while. By the end of the
meeting time, it was cozy and warm, and people would usually stay around and
visit a while before making the trip home.
sacrament was served in trays much like the ones we use nowadays.
The water tray however, had small glass cups which had to be cleaned and
polished each week. Venna Bratt Copping gave me one of these small sacrament
glasses that we used to use, as a keepsake, which I value very much.
It now sits in our china closet.
those days and as now, we were often in need of a good rain storm to water the
crops as they were growing in the summer. On
one occasion in a very dry year, it was decided to have a special prayer as
church meeting was starting, asking the Lord to provide moisture for the crops.
William G. Baird, a prominent member of the ward, was asked to give the
prayer. He gave a wonderful prayer and did ask the Lord for moisture.
Before the meeting was over and people went home, a huge cloud bank came
over and a great amount of hail came down, followed by some rain.
For a long time, people kidded Brother Baird, and told him to be more
specific about what kind of moisture he asked for.
had a good group of faithful saints in the Farnum Ward.
They enjoyed being together and had many activities, such as the Relief
Society 17th of March socials, picnics, outings, and the like.
See pages 2-6 in the Homestead book for pictures of the church, and the
people, and some of the activities.
I was 10 years old and starting the fifth grade, my father and my Uncle Acil
Hawkes, decided to trade farms. We
lived in Horseshoe Flat and had a lot of land.
Some of the land we farmed was State Land and it was being put up for
sale by some of our not too friendly neighbors. We were not in a financial position to pay a big bid price
for it, and Uncle Acil was. He had
a big beautiful modern home situated on 160 acres of deeded land nearer the
school and church in Farnum. About
40 acres of it was irrigated with pasture for livestock and a good yard of trees
and out buildings. The plan was
that he would move up to the place we lived on and build a new house and
granaries and improve the place with enough money that those who would bid on
the State Land sale would not have enough money to pay for the improvements and
still buy the land. That is exactly
the way it worked out. It was a
good trade for both families. We
had much less land, but we had a wonderful new modern home to live in.
On December 15, 1938, we made the move to the Farnum home.
thinking back about this first ten years of my life, I am grateful to my Father
in Heaven for allowing me to be born of such good parents, and to have had the
privilege of being located in this most choice and beautiful part of the world.
It was there that I got my roots in life that formed my character and
personality for the rest of my whole life.
I learned to work, to love my family, and to appreciate other people.
My activity in the church, the lessons taught in Sunday School, and
hearing the testimony of those good people, gave me a strong foundation in the
gospel on which to build a testimony later in life.
thoughts and record of my parents and brothers and sister, Norma, about their
life and times during this period of time, are on pages 192-200 in the Homestead
book. Lawrence was 8 years old,
Lloyd was 5, and Norma Ruth was 2 when we made this move.
This was a great time in our lives!
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