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        I found this account in my many pages of genealogy. Although the author is unknown to me, it is
evident they knew the story well. Here is their account.

        Rasmus Anderson or better known as Daddy was born 11th February 1868 in Oritslev, Denmark to
Jorgen Andreasen and Mary Casperson Andreason. He was the youngest of five brothers and one sister. His
parents accepted the gospel in Denmark and they became true and faithful to its teachings and it became their
way of life because it gave them a purpose and they loved it so much that they left their friends and loved ones
and all they possessed and came to America in 1869 when Rasmus was but two years of age.

        On July 15, 1869 the Andreasen family sailed on the ship “Minnesota” from Liverpool, England. Their
journey to America was a slow and hard one. Rasmus has often told of his only sister becoming ill and passing
to the great beyond and how they wrapped her little body up and buried her in the ocean. One can hardly realize
the sorrow that must have been in their hearts as they lowered her precious body in that ocean of water.

         Most of the LDS passengers on the ship continued by rail in the charge of Captain Ole C. Olsen and
arrived at Ogden, Utah on August 8, 1869. They went on to settle in Bear River City, Utah. Rasmus and his
family suffered the hardships of pioneer life in the valley in those early days. Much was expected of them even
in their early youth. Rasmus told of how one of the members in the family became so very ill and to get the
medicine needed, Rasmus had to go to Logan, so his father told him he must go, he was only 12 years old. He
mounted his horse and rode most of the night and in the morning purchased the medicine and returned home. He
said that as long as he lived he could still remember that bitter cold and lonely night.

       Each one in the family had to help in its support for grandfather was a cripple having fought in the war
with Germany. He received an injury to his hip, which made one leg shorter, and it was hard for him to get
around.

        At the age of 14 Rasmus became a helper at the CO-OP dairy near Colliston, where he herded more than
400 dairy cows on the mountain range. They were two pleasant summers for a growing young man who loved
the great adventure of the mountains. He respected and enjoyed the company of men like Brother Knud Fridal
and Brother James P. Christensen.

        In 1875 Mr. James Faust of the Salt Lake Livery business bought many horses into the Faust Valley, and
Lars F. Johnson and Rasmus became the range rider for this project for three years. They were to keep out the
strays and keep the colts honestly branded. Keeping them on the sunny slopes in the winter and breaking trails to
fresh feed became a real man’s job in all kinds of weather for Lars and Rasmus, and they both became experts
with a lariat and learned the habits of animals on the range. They learned how to conquer animals with little
abuse.

       Following are the stories of this time of Rasmus Anderson’s life. They were compiled and written down
by Jay Anderson, a grandson from Wallace E. Anderson, SR’s family.




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                                             RASMUS ANDERSON

         We pick up Rasmus Anderson's story when he was working for the Promontory Stock Company. These
stories take place around 1886.

        I was riding in from the pasture leading two horses. The sun was low in the sky, just the way I liked it
and there was an early chill in the air. Everything seemed to be going just the way I had planned it -- I was
working and working with horses. As I was riding down the trail I saw Lars riding up the trail. Lars was my best
friend. He had a wonderful smile and I enjoyed seeing that smile. As he rode toward me he had that smile on his
face and a message for me.

        "The boss wants to see ya right away."

        "What about?" I asked.

        "Ya got me. He just said to tell ya to come pronto. Here, I'll take the horses and you ride on in."

        I rode off toward the bunkhouse.

        Then Lars called out, "The boss said not to wash up. Just come."

        I reined my horse toward the big house. I couldn't help wondering what the boss would want with a kid
like me. Had I done something wrong" Was the gray stud hurt" When I left two hours ago he was okay. I was to
watch out for him. He was the finest in the country. I sure didn't want to lose my job. I loved it here. I was doing
the things that made me real happy. I love to rope, and I was good at it too. I loved working with the horses.
They understood me, and I understood them. I couldn't have been happier. But what did Mr. Lee want?

        My horse stopped and I looked up to find we were in front of the big house. I stepped off my horse and
tied him up. Then I turned to walk toward the house. I was kind of young, just eighteen. I loved working for the
Promontory Stock Company. Before I could reach the door, it opened and there stood Mr. Crocker.

       You need to know a little bit about Mr. Crocker. He had a kind of air about him that made you want to
say, "Yes, sir" or "No, sir". He ran one of the biggest and best spreads in the valley and he just deserved respect.

         As I stood there looking at this man and his handlebar mustache and his handsome clothes, I could just
feel his eyes looking right through me. Sure made me wonder what he was thinking. I just knew that whatever
he was thinking it wasn't what I was thinking. I wondered if someone had gone into debt to get all of this. There
was just something in me that made me hate and fear debt. I can't explain it. That's just the way it was with me.

       Mr. Crocker finally said, "Come into the living room." He turned and led the way. As I followed, I
looked at his boots; "thoroughbreds" I'd call them. They were beautiful.

I then looked around the room. There was a large buffalo head over the fireplace and a Navaho rug on the floor.
Everything was in its place, really just right and beautiful. I thought that someday I'd like to have a place just
like this. I always liked nice things. I don't know why, but things folks called "quality", well, I just had a natural
love for them. Now don't think I was envious or anything like that. I am real glad the people who owned this had
what they had, just as long as they could get into heaven being so rich and all. But I hoped someday I'd have
some nice things too. I'd like some nice boots, and a nice home, and I sure wanted to get into heaven, by dam.
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        My eyes stopped when they came to Mr. Taylor and Captain Buford. They owned the Promontory Stock
Company. They owned 20 miles on each side of the railroad. Their land was from Penrose, on the east; to the
Idaho line, on the north; out west to Park Valley and south to Promontory Point. The headquarters was one mile
north of the Promontory Station. It was a fine, big ranch house.

      Promontory was full of wild horses. They belonged to Mr. L. C. Lee. The Promontory Stock Company
owned the land, and they wanted those horses out. As I looked around Mr. Lee was there also.

       Mr. Crocker said, "Have a seat."

       He acted like I was someone kind of special. He made me feel right at home.

       He smiled and asked, "Can I get you a drink? I know you Mormons don't use the stuff. That's smart
business,"

       Then he asked, "What do you think of the gray stud""

        Before I could answer, he started telling me all about him. He said the same thing when he brought him
to the ranch. "He's the greatest stud in the west. Would you believe he only cost me $5,000.00?

        I almost fell off my chair. I didn't know there was $5,000.00 in all the world, and they paid all that for
just one horse? I couldn't believe it. Even if he was the best horse in the west, there was not very much wrong
with the stud, but $5,000.00? 1 just knows that I wouldn't make that much money in my whole life!

       Then Mr. Crocker said, "We really stole him, didn't we Rasmus"

       I said, "Yes, sir." still choking over the $5,000.00.

       "That's smart business," he said again.

        I wondered again about them getting into heaven. I had always heard my Mother say that it was easier
for a camel to go through a needle's eye, whatever that meant, than for a rich man to get into heaven. I hoped
Mr. Crocker and all of them knew how to get that camel through that needle's eye.
        Then Mr. Crocker got down to brass tacks; I think that's what they say. Anyway the expression on his
face changed.

       He said, "I guess you are wondering why I sent for you?" (Mr. Crocker could talk with all the proper
words and use them in the proper way. I didn't know how to do that yet, maybe I'll learn how to someday.)

        "Have you ever been to Missouri?" he asked.

        "Missouri?" I said. (Did I hear what I thought I heard?) "Why, no sir. Why"

        "Because that's where you are going. We're going to send one hundred and fifty head of horses there.
You're one of the best men we have and you are the best with a rope. Now, Rasmus, you'll have to take care of
everything. I mean you will have to get them on the railroad car, feed them, do the advertising, sell them, and all
the other business that comes up when you get there. At the sale, you will have to rope them, put a halter on
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them, and get them out the gate for the new owner. Be sure you get the money before you give the buyer that
lead rope. You can't be too careful in money matters. You just have to be smart in business."

        Then he explained that Lars would start a round-up Monday.

        "One more thing, Rasmus. You will be going alone. It's a big job, but you're just the man that can do it.
They say the market for horses is very good there. You'll have to use your judgment on price and all, but I want
the best price you can get. You can understand, that's just smart business. I want you to pick a hundred and fifty
of the best three and four years olds. "

        I asked, "When do I leave""

       "Just as soon as Lars can get them rounded up and to the railroad yard at Lampo. We want both you and
Lars here at 10:00 in the morning to get things started."

       As I rode back to the bunk house, I thought how can a man like me do a thing like this" This is big
business and I can't even read or write. Yet, I knew that if it didn't take reading and writing I could do it because
I know horses! I know how to rope, so by dam, I decided I could do it!

        At the bunkhouse, I found Lars all concerned. "Anything wrong"" he asked.

       Now Lars and I have known each other since I was real little, so I thought I would tease him along for
awhile. "Guess I won't be around for very long." I said, as solemn as a church preacher.

        "What happened?”

        "I was told I'd be leaving."

        "Well, if you go I'll be going with you."

        I said, "You can't. You have a wife to care for."

       "We'll make do," he said. That was the kind of friend Lars was. He'd see you through thick and thin, no
matter what.

       I just couldn't hold a straight face any longer. I started to laugh. "Mr. Crocker wants to see us both
around 10:00 in the morning

        "Why? You tell me what is going on or I'll bust your head open."

         I was laughing and Lars grabbed me and down we went scuffling around. Lars was a big man, but I was
a lot faster. It was quite a tussle until he got a school hold on me. Then it was all over just as fast as it had
started. It was fun; besides these little set-to’s kept me fit. Lars' wife always said we were like two kids, and I
guess we were, but we had fun. Lars was my best Friend, yes sir, my best Friend in the whole world.

      Anyway, I thought I had best tell him what was going on before he got the school hold on me again.
Soon we were making plans for the round up.


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        At 10:00 the next day, Lars and I went up to the house. Mr. Crocker told us what he wanted us to do. My
mind was thinking about traveling on the train and the responsibility that Mr. Crocker had put on my shoulders.
This was going to be the most exciting thing that had happened to me in all my life. I heard my name and came
back to reality. Mr. Crocker told me to take a couple of days off. Then he said Lars would send a couple of men
out to find the herd of horses. So he told me to be back the next Monday.

       Mr. Crocker said, "You and Lars can take what men you will need and meet the other two riders. You
can build a blind in the box canyon and then round up those broom tails. "

        Later Lars asked me where I was going. I told him I thought I would head over to Lampo. I needed to
pick up a few things, and then I would have a little fun. Lars asked me if I would stop and say hello to his little
sister, Mary. Lars said she was working at the rooming house.

       I said, "Mary's working there? Why she can't be more that twelve or thirteen."

       Lars said, "I'm sure she is a bit home sick "

       I stepped on my horse and said I'd stop by and see how she was doing. I told Lars I would see him
Sunday night. My parting remark was "Hey, think of me sleeping in and having barrels of fun while you're here
busting your tail."

        When 1 got to Lampo that afternoon, I put up my horse and nosed about town to see what was going on.
I did learn there was a dance that night. Now I never was much for "hot-footin" around a dance floor, but I was
one who liked the pretty ladies all dressed up. Besides, I wanted to see who was around that I might know and I
knew they would all be at the dance to see the pretty ladies, so, I decided to go.

       Then I started for the boarding house to say hello to Mary and get me a room. All of a sudden, someone
grabbed my hand. I must of had a funny look on my face as I turned around.

        "Hey, it's me, Mary, Lars' sister. Don't you remember me?''

       I smiled and said, "Mary, it's been along time, you're quite a young lady."

        She stood as tall as she could and said, "Well, I'm almost thirteen now."
        We talked for a while, and then I told her that Lars had asked me to stop by and say hello. She asked me
all about Lars. Then she wanted to know what I was doing in Lampo. I told her about going to Missouri and that
I had to be back at the ranch this coming Sunday night. Then all the excitement in her young face dimmed and
her face got long, very long, and her eyes all clouded up with tears. Now, you know how a man feels when a
woman is about to cry -- he just doesn't know what to do or what to say -- and even though Mary was a child, I
felt kind of helpless. She struggled to hold back the tears and then she asked me if I could do her a favor.

       I said, "Sure." (Not knowing what was coming.)

       "Will you take me home?" she asked.

      Now as I said before, for a thirteen-year-old to have to work away from home and to be so far Room
home, well it just ain't easy, especially for a girl.


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         As if she hadn't even heard my reply she went on, "I want to see my mother. I'm homesick. "

         "Okay," I said, "but what about Mrs. Clay? Will she let you go when you've been here such a short
time?"

       "I already asked her if I could find a way home, could I go for just a day or two. She said yes if I was
back by Sunday noon,"

       I put my arm around her and told her we would start at sun-up. She put her arms around me and gave me
a big hug and said she would be at the stable. Then she turned and ran off.

       After checking to see about a horse and buggy, I went to the boarding house to find Mrs. Clay. She was
doing some work in my room. I told her that Mary had asked if I could take her home. Mrs. Clay said that would
be okay.

       She said, "Mary is a very sweet girl and a very hard worker. She does everything I ask of her and more.
I'm lucky she is here. But right now she's so homesick for her, Mother, I think. It'd be nice of you to take her
home Did you have any other plans''

         "Well'. Yes," I said, "but nothing that can't be changed."

         "Lars would appreciate it, you know." she said.

      "I'll have her back by noon Sunday," I promised. "You know Mrs. Clay, it'll be right nice to see my
mother too. I can taste her red mush already."

        She pressed my hand as a thank you, and went on her way. On my way to my room, I thought to myself
that maybe Dad might like seeing me as well as Mom. It would sure be good to feel close to Dad. Then out loud
I said to myself "But that will never happen. I don't know why, but that will never happen."

         I went to my room, washed up and started down for supper. As I opened the door, there stood Mary.

         She spoke very softly, "Rasmus, you did meant it, didn't ya? You'll take me home?

       I put my hand on her head and looked her right in the eye; "I'll take you. Now quit worrying. You just be
ready at sun-up or I'll have to leave you here. You know Mary, I never joke when I talk about home."
       A sparkle came back into her eyes that said, "thank you, thank you". She never said a word and she didn't
have to, her eyes said it all. She turned and down the stairs she ran.

        After supper we all sat around and talked and played cards. It was a good evening. Most of the
houseguests went to the dance, but I knew I was going to have a big day tomorrow, and it was going to start
early in the morning.

       I no sooner laid down and it was time to get up. After I washed and dressed, I went down to pick up the
lunch Mrs. Clay had made for us. As I started out the door, Mary grabbed my arm.

         "Have you been up all night?'' I asked.


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          "No, but you said if I was not ready you would have to leave me, so I got up a little early."

        We got-the horse and buggy and we were off to Bear River City. I thought it would be a long trip, but
not with Mary at my side. She started talking the moment we got in the buggy and she never stopped until we
pulled up to her home. She talked about her Mother, her Dad, her brothers, and her sisters. She talked about her
animals, the crops, and everything in between. I didn't have to say a word.

       As we pulled into the yard she said, "Rasmus, you are sure understanding. It has been real fun talking
with you."

          I said, "Thanks. It has been real interesting, that's for sure."

       Mrs. Johnson was outside as we pulled up and Mary was out of that buggy and had her arms around her
mother before the buggy came to a stop.

          I got Mary's things and said, "I'll just put them on the porch."

       Mrs. Johnson said, "No, you don't get away without letting me thank you. You just got to stay and have
supper with us."

          I said, "Thanks, but I bet Mom will want to feed me and I just can't hold two suppers in one night."

          "Your folks must not have been expecting you because they are gone and won't be back until Sunday
night."

       She walked over and took my arm and said, "I got some red mush and no Danish man that I know of can
turn down red mush."

        Once again Mary was chattering away like a magpie. It was a real nice meal and the red mush was great.
I said good night and I got my horse and buggy and headed over to Mom and Dad's home.

         There was a kind of an errieness about the place and everywhere I looked I came face to face with the
past. I lit a lantern and walked around the house. Everywhere I walked there seemed to be something talking to
me about the past. There were a lot of good things and then there were a few bad ones, too. As I sat down it was
real satisfying to live it all over again.

        The time seemed to fly by. I visited friends, did some repairs around the place, and went to Johnson's for
supper each night. Then before I knew it, it was Sunday morning. I picked up Mary early in the morning and we
were on our way back to Lampo. I could tell it was real hard for Mary and she didn't talk much at all. I tried to
sing a little and if I forgot the words, I just started humming. Once in awhile I tried to get Mary to talk but it just
was not in her. Every once in awhile my mind would go back to Mom and Dad. It would have been real nice
seeing them but there would be other times.

          We got to Lampo and the sun was still high in the sky. We came to a stop at the stable.

          Mary said with a half smile, "Thanks Rasmus. You have been real kind and I'll never forget you."

          I just smiled and said. "Maybe we will do it again sometime."
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          With that, she was off to work.

        I got my horse and headed for the ranch. I sure hoped Lars would feel good that Mary got to go home
even if it was for a short time. Anyway, I think I made Lars' little sister happy and I guess that is okay too.

       I got back to the ranch and got a little sleep before it was time to meet Lars. I got my horse ready and we
were off before the sun came up. It was a beautiful sunrise. It was kind of like having God say "Good morning,
Rasmus."

       Lars said, "How in the world could anyone say there's no God and see what we saw this morning, Ras? It
seems to me the good Lord is everywhere you look."

          Just then three big bucks bounded off the meadow, right in front of us. Lars about jumped out of his
saddle.

        "Look how they move. Aren't they graceful"" Lars asked. "Everything about us seems to look like a fairy
tale. The sun made the mountains in front of us look like everything was on fire."

          I thought, "This is the greatest place on earth. What more could a person ask for'"

        We both must have been doing some thinking, because we never said a word after that. I remembered
the bleak winters. The one winter that kept coming into my mind was a long, cold one. I was the only one on the
ranch. There was very little snow, but the cold went right to the bone. I was riding one stud and leading the other
to water. I know how stupid that was, but I was frozen and thought I could save some time. Everything seemed
to be going real fine, when suddenly that damn bay stud I was leading was on me. I tried to get him away but
then the stud I was riding spooked. I was in trouble and I knew it. Those two studs were going every which way
and I was in the middle and did not know what to do. I turned my head and saw a hoof right in my face. I went
over backward and was on the ground in a blink of an eye.

         The two studs were at each other and I just had to get them apart. The black turned and got the bay with
both back feet. The bay went down like he had been shot. I grabbed the black's lead rope and got him away from
the bay. I took him back to the back. I came out of the barn on a dead run because I just knew the bay was dead.
I ran right up behind him and boom, he kicked out and cut me on the ankle. I went down in pain. I got to my feet
and took one step and that's all I remembered.

        I don't know how long I laid there but I remember looking up and that bay stud was looking at me. I
reached out and got his lead rope and somehow I got him back to the barn. I looked at my ankle and I knew it
was broken. What should I do" How do I do my job? I knew I was in a fix and there was no one around to help.
Whatever had to be done, I had to do it. I grabbed a pitchfork so I would have something to lean on. Now, what
to do about my ankle? I looked around to see if there was anything close that I could use. All I could see were
the lead ropes.

         I sure wished that someone was there. I never felt so alone before. I thought, "If only Lars was here." I
used the fork as a crutch and took the lead rope over a pole. I sat down and tied the rope around my foot and the
other end around the pole. I had to get that bone back in place. I tried to pull but the pain was too bad. I thought
and thought. Something told me to tie the rope as high as I could on the pole. I backed up until the rope was
tight. I took a deep breath and pulled and fell backwards. I remembered that pain, it went right through me and
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that's all I remembered. It was noon before I got my thoughts back. The pain and the throbbing was like I was in
hell.

        I took my neckerchief off from around my neck and tied it as tight as I could around my foot and ankle.
Then I used the pitchfork to get me back to the bunkhouse. It was hell getting around that winter. There were
times the pain brought tears to my eyes. Sometimes I would just scream, hoping somehow that would help. I
never did go to the doctor. I had a job to do and nothing was going to stop me from keeping my word. I said I'd
take care of things and by damn, that's what I was going to do. That was the longest two months I have ever
spent. My ankle was never quite night since then, but I can get around all right. I could always tell when it was
going to get cold; all I had to do was feel the pain in my ankle.

         Then there was the time that Lars and I was out getting the mares and their foals. It was early spring and
it started to snow. In just a few minutes it was so cold that the spit in you mouth was freezing. We got off our
horses and walked. I soon became so cold that I just couldn't walk any more. If it had not been for Lars, I would
have never made it. I don't know what he did, but somehow he got us in alive.

         There was a slap of a rein against my chaps and Lars said, "What's up? You haven't said a word in the
last three hours."

       I shook my head and said, "Just been thinking."

       "Ras," he said, "You're not smart enough to think."

       We both laughed.

        As we topped the ridge, we could see the camp of the two men Lars had sent to find the herd of wild
horses. One of them said, "Where ya bean? Out too late last night?'' Lars said, "No, Ras here has been sleeping
on the way, so we had to ride slow." We all laughed and joked around a bit. Lars asked, "How many in the
herd"" Manuel spoke up and said, "About 800 head," Lars said, "Okay, let's get the blind ready so we can bring
them in."

         We worked for two days fixing that blind corral. Lars had a man watching the herd every day while we
got the blind corral ready. When we were ready, Lars told each of us what our jobs were, and where he wanted
us at first light.

       Now it was time to do what we all came to do. There was no laughing or joking around. We all knew
this was hard work and any one of us could die. This was dangerous work and we all knew it.

        At sun-up, everyone was in place and Lars gave the signal and the roundup was on. Most of the time we
were riding at full speed. Those wild broom tails were smart and did everything they could to go their own way
and it was our job to make them go toward the box canyon. The dust was not bad when you rode flanker, but if
you rode tail, the dust was real bad. Dust in you eyes and in your mouth so bad you could spit mud. Some
people wonder why we wore a kerchief, well, if you had been there, you would know why. If it was not for
them, we could not even breathe.

         We were keeping the herd going toward the box canyon. It seemed everything was going the way we
wanted. I was riding the flank and was feeling real good, when all of a sudden; the damn lead mare took off up a
little valley. She must have sensed something was wrong. I reined my horse at full speed to cut them off. I knew
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if we could not turn that lead mare, all was lost. I also knew that there were prairie dog holes all over and if my
horse stepped in one, we would both meet our maker. So, it had to be full speed or nothing.

        I rode straight toward the lead mare. I had a good horse and the angle on her. As I rode toward her, her
head and neck were straight out and she didn't look as she even thought about turning. I headed my horse for her
front shoulder. She would have to turn or we would hit her and both of us would go down. I was about six or
seven feet from her and she was going like hell. I thought, she's not going to turn and we are goners. Then at the
last minute, she made a wide turn and the rest of the herd turned with her. I was lucky, damn lucky. Manuel was
on the other flank and was riding hard to make sure they stayed headed toward the canyon. I looked for him but
all I saw was his horse going head over heels. I couldn't see Manuel and all I knew was his horse was down.
Lars came over the hill with his hat in his hand yelling and waving his hat. The horses headed right for the box
canyon. I looked again for Manuel. I saw him on foot running as fast as he could. He knew he had to keep that
old mare from turning again. The he saw Lars. Manuel threw his hat in the air as if to say, "Thank the Lord, you
are here, Lars." Just before they got to the box canyon, the horses stopped. We were all yelling, trying to keep
them going. The lead mare held her head up high in the air. She could tell something was not fight. Then she
lowered her head and walked into the canyon. It was not long after, the gate was shut and the job was done.

       We all rode back to see how Manuel was getting along. He had taken his saddle and bridle off his horse
and was sitting on a rock. He was a little skinned up but his horse didn't make it. The horse had stepped in a
badger hole and fell and broke his neck.

       Manuel said, "I am damn lucky to still be around." He looked at his horse and said, "Damn, that was a
good horse. I am going to miss him."

        Range work is tough, and sometimes life seems dirt cheap, but that's the way it is out here. You just got
to get up and get on with your work. It's not easy but that's the way it is.

       Manuel was now without a horse under him. Lars told Manuel to go look the broom tails over and he
could have his pick. Manuel was moving a little slow, but he climbed on the corral and sat there looking at the
broom tails as they moved around.

       Manuel said, "I want that one." He was pointing at a nice looking gray.

       Lars asked if Manuel wanted to rope it.

       Manuel smiled and said, "Let Ras put his rope on him. I'm to damn sore to even move

       I got my rope and stepped inside the corral.

       Lars said, "Now you can show us how you're going to catch them when you're in Missouri. Do you need
me to show ya how?"

        Everyone laughed. I moved over to the gray's left and he took off. I laid the rope out in front of him. I
flipped my wrist and I had him by both front feet. Again at the fight time, I gave a jerk and that gray was down.
Just knowing when to pull or jerk is the key. You can keep a horse down all day if you know what you're doing.
The thing is, most people help them up when they should be keeping them down. Lars moved fast and yet made
everyone around feel safe. He was real gentle and he was the best horseman I knew of.


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       In no time Lars had a halter on the gray. He said, "Ras, let him up."

        You have to know Lars to understand how big and strong he was. There was not a horse living that could
get away from Lars. I let the gray up and he took off. Lars let him go and when both front feet came off the
ground, Lars set his heals in the ground and jerked. That gray was on the ground, but was back on his feet in a
blink of an eye. He started off again, but this time he did not move. He just stood there shaking all over. Lars
walked up to him. The gray did not move a muscle. Again Lars was quick but gentle. It seemed that in no time,
he had a saddle on him. Lars told us to come on and get him by his ears, so that he could get on the horse. Lars
stood over six feet tall and he had really good balance.

       He stepped on and said, "Let's see what he can do?"

        It's hard to believe a horse could move so fast in so many different ways. Lars sat there like he was in a
rocking chair. It was a sight that any cowhand would really enjoy because only he knew how hard it was to stay
in the middle of a horse like this one. That horse's head was down between his front legs and was doing
everything possible to get Lars off his back. The horse's eyes were wild with rage. Then as fast as he started, he
stopped. He stood like he was made of stone. Lars patted him all over and then stepped off. Lars rubbed the
horse's neck and talked to him. Then Lars stepped back on the horse and touched him in the sides with his spurs.
The gray went straight into the air. Once again the horse tried to get Lars off, but he was no match for him. The
gray stopped again and Lars rubbed his neck and his rump and then got off again. Lars did this six or seven
times. In the end, there was no buck left in the gray.

       Lars took him over to Manuel and said, "He's all yours." Manuel said, "He looks like a hell of a horse."

       Lars sent one of the men to let Mr. Lee know we had the broom tails and we were cutting out the best
ones. The next morning Mr. Lee rode up to the camp. He was real pleased with what we had.

      He said, "Lars, there are some good looking horses in that bunch. They will be the best horses that
Missouri has seen in a long time. We will make a bundle of money."

         Each band of horses has a leader. Many think that it's the stud, but that's not true. The stud has a lead
mare and she is the one that has the authority. It did not take long to discover which one was the lead mare in
this group of horses. All the horses stepped aside for her. When she did not like something or someone, all she
had to do is put her ears back, squall and charge the one that was making her mad. She was mean and tough.
Lars told me to put a rope on her. I caught her by the front feet and put her down. Manuel got a halter on her.
That was the easy part. Getting her tied to a hitching post was not that easy. She squalled and charged us, and
the post. She was mad as hell. She fought for a half a day before she gave up fighting the rope that held her to
that post. As long as we did not try to get close to her, she was fine. As soon as any of us came close to her,
she'd squall, lay her ears back, and strike at us with her front feet or turn and try kicking us with her back feet.
We left her tied up for a day or so without any water. When Lars finally brought her some water, she was
standing, next to the hitching post. She could smell the water, but did not like Lars being there. Lars moved real
slow, talking to her all the time. She had her ears laid back, but she never charged Lars. After a while, Lars was
close enough for her to get a drink of water. Lars moved back a few steps. The mare moved a step or two toward
the water, but kept her eyes on Lars. All this time Lars was talking to her. Soon she put her head down and took
a quick drink out of the bucket. Her head came back up to see where Lars was, and then she took another drink.
This went on for a while, when Lars stepped a little closer, the mare's head was up and looking at Lars. Little by
little Lars got her confidence. Then it was the same thing over and over again. Soon she was letting Lars touch
her. She had learned not to fight the rope, so when Lars got her complete confidence, he untied the rope from
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the post and started to walk. When the rope got tight on her halter, she stepped forward to keep the rope loose.
Lars moved real slow, still talking to her. It was not long after that and she became like a pet. Lars could take
her anywhere he wanted. When Lars took the rope off the halter, she turned and was boss again, and every horse
knew it.

        The next morning at sun-up we started for Lampo. I had the lead mare, Manuel and his brother took the
flanks, and Lars brought up the rear. We rode most of the day before we came to Lampo. Things went well until
that damn train blew its whistle. Horses went everywhere. It took us half the night before we got them all
rounded up and in the corral.

        Lars said, "I wish I could get my hands on the guy that blew that damn whistle. I'd kill him."

        Thanks to that train whistle, we got very little sleep that night.

      I was up early the next morning. I started for the corrals to see how the horses were doing. I heard
someone call my name. I stopped, then I heard it again and knew it was my mother. I had not seen her in about a
year.

        She came running up to me, and put her arms around my neck and said, "Rasmus, Rasmus, how I love
you."

       I put my arms around her and we hugged each other. She stepped back and looked me over from head to
toe. With much pride she said, "My, son, you look good."

       Then she just stood there looking at me. She did not have to say much because I could feel her love.
Mom's love was like water running downhill, always giving. She was one heck of a woman, and the best mother
a son could ever ask for.

        She said, "We were sorry that we were gone when you brought Mary home. Mary's mother was so happy
that you took the time to do that for Mary and her. She told us that you where taking horses to Missouri for Mr.
Lee. Mr. Lee sent us word that you were going to be leaving from Lampo. He said if we wanted to see you, to
come right away. "

         Then Mom grabbed my hand and said, "I am so proud of you. Mr. Lee said that you were a man he could
trust. I always told Dad that you would be a man of great character. We are so proud of you, Rasmus."

        I told Mom how good it was to see her. I then asked, "Where is Dad?''

        "He will be right along, he is taking care of the horses."

      Just then I saw him coming. He couldn't walk fast because he had been in the war with Germany while
in Denmark and had part of his hip shot out. He walked with a limp and you could tell it hurt him all the time.

        As he got closer, I went to meet him. He looked much older than I remembered. You could tell every
step was a struggle. Dad never said a word about the pain he was in. I remember him getting up and going into
the shop to make someone a table or a chair. He could make anything out of wood. In my mind, I could still hear
the stories he told us about the war. War must be hell. I just don't understand why there has to be war.


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        Dad reached out his hand and shook my hand saying, "Good to see you Rasmus. Looks like you have
taken real good care of yourself

        I said, "Yes Sir.''

        Dad was very stem and showed very little feeling. I just kept telling myself that he loved me. That was
about as close as I was going to get him to saying it. Maybe it was the way with all Dane men. He worked hard
to care for his family and he taught all us kids to work. So you knew he loved you but he just didn't show it the
way Mother did. I have learned that men just don't express their feelings, and you for sure don't tell another man
you love him. It just is not done. One thing I can say for my dad, he was an honest man. There was not one
dishonest bone in his body. He use to say being a Mormon was not just being a good man; it was being the best.
He would say you had to pull everything that was bad out of you, then put everything that was good back in you.
You showed that by being honest, hard working, and making that your way of life.

       As we all stood there, I smiled and told them how glad I was that they were there. I thanked Dad for
driving most of the night to get here. He said that it was important to Mother, so it was important to him. I wish
he had said he really wanted to see me, but he didn't, so that had to be good enough.

        I said, "You must be dog tired."

        Dad said, "No.", but I could tell he was hurting all over.

        Mom said, "We'll be fine son. We are just happy to see you before you had to leave." I said, "I am too."

         Lars came up and said hello to Mom and Dad. Mom gave him a hug and Dad shook his hand. Dad had a
lot of respect for Lars. He said to me that Lars was a good man and I did the right thing when I went to work
with him.

        Lars told me not to worry about the horses. He and the men would get them loaded. He started toward
the corrals. A man from the railroad came and talked with him. Lars turned and came back and said the train
would be leaving in about an hour.

      I asked Mom and Dad to come into the station so we could talk and they could rest. As we sat down,
Mom talked about everything and everyone. Dad did not say much, but that was Dad.

        It didn't seem like an hour had gone by, but Lars came in and said. "Sorry, but the train is ready to pull
out."

        We all stood up. Mom put her arms around me and told me to take care of myself

        Dad shook my hand and said, "Remember who you are and do yourself proud."

I told him that I would. I turned and we all walked out to the train. Mom gave me a hug a kiss.

        Then she said, "You know who you are and the good Lord will be looking out for you. To

        I said, "I'll be good, Mom, and I'll be honest. If I see something nice, I'll bring it to you.


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        Mom smiled and said, "I know."

        Dad reached out his hand and said, "You take care, now."

       The train started to pull away. Mom and Dad waved and Lars hollered, "Good luck, kid."

        We were all waving as the train rounded the bend and I lost sight of them. I did not worry about Mom
and Dad because I knew Lars would take good care of them. I really missed Mom and I thanked the good Lord
for her and what she taught me. She was one grand lady. I sort of felt cheated having to leave home so young,
but every young man had to find work. In fact, a lot of young woman had to do the same thing. It was just the
way things had to be.

        I sat down and then it sort of hit me, I was on my way to Missouri. ' As I sat there, I started to wonder if I
could do everything Mr. Lee wanted me to do. I got sick to my Stomach. I am all alone, no one to talk to and all
that responsibility. Could I do it? How do I go about selling the horses" How do I know about setting prices?
What if someone Asks me for a bill of sale" Damn, I wish I could read and write.

        I closed my eyes as if sleeping and said a little prayer. I said, "Dear Lord. I tried to do what was right all
my life and will always try my best. I know I'll do some wrong things, but if I do, I'll try to be honest and try to
make it right with whoever I wronged. I need your help now. Mr. Lee has put a lot of trust in me and I don't
want to let him down. Please help me do this job. Please be with me. I know you live and hear our prayers. So I
am counting on you to guide me. Lord, if you will be with me, I'll do my best to be with you."

       It would take about two days on the train to reach Missouri. When the train stopped for water, I'd feed
and water the horses. It was a long two days, but we made it. I was in Missouri, Joplin, Missouri.

        I walked into the train depot and asked about some corrals. I was told which one was mine. They told me
where to go to meet the yardman, and how to get the cars to the loading chute. After I found the yardman, -he
said it would be awhile before he could get the cars in place to unload my horses. I went over to the livery stable
to buy some hay and then made sure there was water for my horses. As I walked toward the loading chute, they
pulled in the carload of horses. I opened the door and out they came. They ran and bucked a little, but most
headed right for the water and then the hay. They looked good but they were a little gaunt. The train whistle
blew and another load of horses was being pushed toward the loading chute. It stopped and I pulled open the
door and the horses came out just like the others. I waited awhile for the other car, but it did not come. I asked
the yardman when I'd get the other car and he told me that there was not another car. I told him that there had to
be.

       He said, "Maybe they were sent to some other town."

       Some hot head tried to tell me there were only two carloads of horses. I could not get anyone to believe
me, so I started down the track to find them for myself

      I passed a worker and he said, "Hey, cowboy, I'd get a ticket if I were you. They are real hard on train
jumpers. "

       That made me madder than a raging bull. I was not a train jumper; I was looking for a carload of horses.



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       The first man that was giving me a bad time changed his attitude and said, "I saw a car load of horses
over about six tracks and down by the end of the yard. It's down about a quarter mile from here. Maybe they are
your horses."

       I said, "Thanks a bunch," and I took off to see if they were my horses.

       The first man said, "Hey, cowboy, if they are your horses and you need some help, you just ask for Jim.
They all know who I am."

       I waved my arm and was off down to where he had said he saw the horses.

         Sure enough, they were my horses. I took off on a dogtrot. I wanted to get them fed and watered before
dark. I reached the yard office and told them that I had found the carload of horses and I needed to get them over
to the corral as soon as possible. No one seemed to care what I said. The office clerk said he had only two load
of horses for me and that's all there was to it. I talked until I was blue in the face. No one would listen. I got all
worked up, yet it was like talking to a dead tree.

       I was about at the end of my rope when I said, "I would like to see Jim."

       That seemed to hit a hot spot. The clerk said, "He's in his office. I'll see if he can see you. "

        It was only a wink of an eye and a voice said, "If that cowboy says that they are his horses, then they are
his horses. Get the engine over there and get the man's horses."

       The clerk went by me on a dead run. I looked toward the door the clerk came from.

        Jim walked through the door and said, "Glad you found your horses, cowboy. I am sorry for all the
trouble, but things sometimes get mixed up around here."

        I stood as tall as I could and said, "Sir, I did not know you were the boss around here. I sure did not mean
any disrespect."

          He cut me off and said, "Hold on, cowboy, it's me that needs to say I'm sorry. Heck, I just wish all my
men were as reliable as you are. We could use men like you around here. By the way, would you be looking for
a Job?" I smiled and said, "Heck, I know something about horses, but I don't know anything about trains. I think
I'll stick to horses and cowboying.

        Jim walked over and shook my hand; "Your horses will be waiting for you. If I can ever help you again,
just ask. I'll do all I can.

       I thanked him and took off to look after my horses. I met the clerk on the way out.

       He stopped and looked at me and said, "Cowboy, your horses will be there in ten Minutes.

       I said, "Thank you, Sir.''

       He said, "Well, when the boss gives an order like that, things happen."


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       I said, "You mean he's..."

       The clerk said, "Yes, sir, he runs the rail yard here."

       "Tell him that I am much obliged," I called over my shoulder.

        The horses were waiting for me when I got to the corrals. I looked them over. Other than being a little
gaunt, they were all fine. I headed for the livery stable office to get them some feed. I stepped in the office and it
was full of smoke. Behind the desk sat a little old man with a pipe hanging out of his mouth, Some people like
the smell of pipe smoke, but it seemed to make my head ache.

       He stood up and asked, "How can I help you""

       I said, "I just unloaded my horses. I need to get some feed for them."

       He said, "So, you're the cowboy everyone is talking about."

       I said, "You must have the wrong cowboy. I just got here."

        He said, "No, you're the one who got all the railroad workers running. It seemed good to see them
running for once. You know you're the talk of the town. Everyone from miles around will be here in a day or so,
They'll want to see the cowboy that got old Jim to make his boys run like hell. You sure did a job on them, kid."

      He continued, "Well, I know you need to feed your horses and the feed will cost you $10.00 per day. I
ask most cowboys to pay in advance, but with you, I'll let you pay once a week."

       I said, "Thanks, but I'll pay in advance just like everyone else."

       He took the money with a smile and showed me where the feed was. As he walked away, he said, "Oats
will cost you an extra $5.00 per day. That's the best price in town. "

      I thought to myself that he sure did have big eyes for a little man. Just then, he stuck his head around the
comer and asked, "How long do you think you will be here?"

       As I looked at him, I said to myself, "Yes, sir, his eyes are real big, bigger than I had ever seen before."

       He said again, "I asked you, how long are you going to be here"

       I said, "I'm not sure, but I hope not to be here more than two weeks."

       "Well," he said, "You better feed those horses."

        As I started to feed the horses, I thought, "That's a man you can trust. He might be little but his heart was
in the right place." I felt real good about him. Who knows, maybe I will need him as a friend before I leave here.
After I fed the horses, I walked back to the little man's office and asked where I could get a clean bed.

        "How many with you?" he asked.


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       "I'm alone."

        "Alone?" his eyes just got bigger. "You're just a kid. They usually send two, and many times, three men,
and you're here alone' ' "' He kind of chewed on the end of his pipe, took a big puff, blew the smoke out, and
looked me up and down for awhile. He then told me where to get a room and said, "You tell them the old man
sent ya and they'll take good care of ya. "

       I thanked him and left.

      But at the rooming house, things were different. The man at the desk took one look and said, "Sorry,
cowboy, no room."

       I'm not sure he ever really looked at me. I think he had that speech memorized.

        I said, "Okay" and turned to walk out. Then I said, "I guess the old man did not know what he was
talking about."

        "Did you say the old man sent ya?'' "Yep, he sure did."

      "Why didn't you say so, cowboy? There's a nice room at the top of the stairs, just turn to the right. Its
room number 5. That'll be 75 cents a night or $4.25 a week." "I'll take it for a week," I said.

       Then he said, "If you bring a woman in, it'll be an extra 50 cents a night."

       "There won't be no women," I said.

        I took the key, gathered up my gear, and started upstairs to my room. I wondered what the old man at the
feed store had to do with this place.

        The room was not much, but it was clean. It had a chair and a little washstand with a wash bowl. But it
was clean. There is a lot of things a man can live with in this world if things are clean and orderly. I know that I
had to eat a lot of dust, that was just part of the job, but when the work was done, the first thing I want to do is
wash up from head to toe. So this room was fine with me.

        After considerable scrubbing, I got all that smoke and dust off me. It had been three days of working and
did that soap and water feel good. I got dressed and went downstairs to find a place to eat. The clerk at the front
desk showed me a place that had real good food and a place I could get some posters made up about selling my
horses. I was so hungry; I could eat a bear. So it did not take me long to get to where the food was. The food
was real good and I ate my fill. The next thing I wanted was sleep, so I hit the bed as soon as I got back to my
room.

        I really slept, because the next thing I knew, the sun was up. I climbed out of bed, grabbed my hat, pants,
shirt and boots. I threw some water on my face and I took off to make sure the horses were okay. I looked them
over and was pleased that they looked so good, but could not believe that they all had fresh hay.

       I walked to the feed office, knocked, and walked in. There was the little old man, puffing on his pipe. He
looked up and smiled, "I thought you were going to sleep all day, so I gave your horses a little hay. I hope you
don't mind?"
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       I tried to thank him, but he said, "You can sleep all day but I got work to do. Say, cowboy, you got some
handsome looking horseflesh out there. You know, the only horse flesh we see around here are horses that are
all worked out, or so old that they would die of old age before you got them home."

       With that he turned and went out the back door. I started out the front door to go to the eating house to
get me some breakfast. Still, I was kind of surprised that my pipe smoking Friend with the big eyes was so
thoughtful-like.

        After breakfast, I thought I would see the town, which was not much. But I can tell you one thing; there
were too many people around here. I must of seen 1,000 people in that short walk in less than three or four
blocks. I couldn't even walk without bumping into someone. It seemed like I was always saying, "I'm sorry". It
did not take long before the whole town was talking about the horses. I was happy to get down to the corral
where I could just sit and think. Horses and me, well, I said it before, but horses and I seem to understand one
another. So I just sat there for a spell and thought to myself One thing I know for sure, I would not trade one
foot of the Rocky Mountains for all of Missouri. I really mean it, by glory. Thank God for a place where a man
can move and think without people being everywhere. People are okay, you know, at the fight time and place,
but when they are everywhere, a man just can't be himself anymore. With all the bumping and stuff, well, your
flesh and somebody's flesh just kind of becomes one big mass -- so how in tarnation do you ever know who you
really are? It's okay when that happens with folks you really like and love, you understand, but not with all these
thousand strangers. Anyway, I just want lots of room for Rasmus Anderson. Well, I guess that's who I am. I'd
changed my name some when my Danish parents came to this country. Their Danish name had been Andreasen,
but people were always getting confused about that peculiar name, so I decided that I wanted to have an
American name. I did not want to hurt my parents, but I am an American. So, I became Rasmus Anderson, it's a
good American name.

        Well, as I was saying, I thank God for the Rocky Mountains and all that space. Well, enough of that. I
got to get ready to sell those horses. So, I pulled myself away from the good old animals and went to find the
printer to get some posters made. He told me I could have them that afternoon. So, back to the horses, the only
place there was any peace.

        The day passed slowly until the time came for me to pick up the poster and get them showing in different
places around town. After I got through with the posters, I took care of the horses and got some grub, and
headed for the rooming house. When I asked for the key, the clerk kind of grinned and nodded toward the table
by the window.

        "There's a couple of ladies to see you."

        When I turned, my eyes met the eyes of one of the ladies. I must say, she was very nice looking. There
        was a big smile on her face and she had beautiful red hair. I had never seen such real red hair before.

       I said to the clerk, "Who are they?" He just shrugged his shoulders.

       I walked over to the table where these ladies were sitting. I tipped my hat and said, "May I help you?"

        The other lady, the one without red hair, started to talk. She had rouge like those fancy French ladies
wear, I guessed. She was very nice looking, too, and her hair was dark brown. Seeing things like this really
made me feel like a cowboy from nowhere, because out where I lived, I never saw ladies fixed up.
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       I thought, "My, do they smell good!"

       The one with brown hair said with a smile, "Please sit down."

      I nodded, took off my hat and pulled up a chair. They asked my name and said, "We're from the
Homestead House. We're a committee of two, to invite you and give you a free pass for the night."

       "What's a free pass for the night?" I asked myself. Then I started to catch on.

       Then the redheaded one said, "We've not seen you around."

       I smiled, "I just came into town yesterday."

      Then the redheaded one said she'd be happy to show anyone with such pretty blue eyes as mine around
the Homestead House.

        By now I knew what was happening, so not knowing what else to do, I just smiled and said, "Ladies,
before I left home, I told my mother I'd be a good son."

       They laughed, and then I said, "You see, ladies, I'm a Mormon."

        You should have seen their faces. They looked at each other, looked at me, and couldn't say a word.
Finally, they said together with loud voices, just like they had been practicing for weeks, "How many wives do
you have?"

       "Who me" I'm not married. And I just think I'll wait for awhile."

      That seemed to make them a little easier, and for the next while I answered some of their questions about
the Mormons and their wives.

       After some time had passed, they said, "We must go now."

       I stood and as they started for the door, the brown-haired one said, "What are you doing here?"

       I told them about the horses and they smiled and said, "You must be the cowboy everyone is talking
about. Are you the one that lost a train load of horses?"

       "Yes," I said.

       "You're famous around here. Not bad for just being here one day," she said.

       They smiled and said they would see me around. As they moved, their skirts made a rustling sound.

        Well, sir, by the next morning, everyone wanted to see the Mormon cowboy. As it turned out, that was
better than the signs I had put up. Everyone knew not only were there horses for sell, but there was a Mormon
cowboy selling them. Word must have spread like a wild fire. As I walked around, I would see people
whispering and pointing at me. Kids started following me around, not saying much, just following. That night
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when I went to look after the horses, there was one young fellow that seemed to be watching me. As I fed the
horses, he was hiding behind the water trough. I kept watching for him to look over the water trough.

       When he looked over, I said, "Hi. "

        He took off like Brigham Young or Porter Rockwell was after him. He kept hollering, "The Mormon
said hi to me. The Mormon said hi to me."

       I started to laugh. It really hit my funny bone.

        The old man from the feed office came out of his office and said, "Kid, ya got the whole damned town
talking about ya. "

       Still laughing, I said, "Yeah, I know. It's kind of funny isn't it?"

       The old man shook his head; "You're one of a kind, kid."

        Not knowing how to answer him, I said, "Well, I'd better get some rest. Tomorrow I got to start selling
horses. You think anyone will come? "Sure the whole town will be there to see ya. There will be a few cattle
men, but mostly there'll be cotton farmers. Ya don't have to worry, kid; you got some of the best horses that has
ever come to this part of the country. You'll sell them okay."

        I was up early. I wanted to get the horses fed so they would look nice and full for the sale. Then I was off
to get myself some breakfast. The whole town seemed to be alive. People were everywhere. When I first got
here I thought there were a lot of people, but it was nothing compared to all the people today. The word about a
Mormon cowboy must have really got around. I thought it was a big joke, but maybe no one had seen a real live
Mormon before.

      After I ate and paid for breakfast, I started for the corral. I hadn't gone a hundred and fifty feet when
someone with a deep angry voice yelled, "Hey, Mormon!"

       That voice told me the joke was over. I was in trouble, deep trouble, but I didn't know why. I turned, and
there was a mountain of a man. There was no way to tell you just how big he was and how little I felt.

       I looked at him and said, with a voice as calm as I could muster, "Can I help you?" All the time I kept
walking backwards toward the corral.

        The way he looked at me I'd swear that he had blood in his eyes and that his brain was boiling. He just
glared at me and said, "You're a Mormon and Mormons are not welcome in Missouri. I'm here to run you out of
town and I don't need lots of help. I was told that you where quite a man, but all I see is a little runt."

        Now I understood why there were so many people in town. They were not here to buy horses; they were
here to see me get run out of town. As I said, up to now I'd thought me being a Mormon was just a joke, but as I
looked at this crowd, and this giant of a man, I could see myself being tarred and feathered and run out of town
on a rail.
        I had a job to do and I was not going to leave my horses. So, I just looked at this Goliath and kept
walking backwards. My mind was going as fast as it could. I had to do something, but what? Here I was 5 foot 7
inches tall, looking into the eyes of a man 6 foot 9 inches tall and weighing 3 50 pounds. Now I'm not kidding.
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He was a monster. I couldn't fight him, but I had to do something fast. I was talking, thinking and praying all at
the same time. The closer he got, the more scared I became.

     As I kept moving backwards toward the corral, I just kept chattering. I don't remember what I said, but I
remember some folks saying, "Get him and run him out of town on a rail." I tried to be cheerful.

       I said, "All I want to do is sell my horses, then I'll be happy to leave town."

       The Giant said, "You won't sell any horses here today, or any other day. I am going to run you all the
way to Mormon country."

        I just kept moving toward the corral, why I did not know. The whole town moved with us and I felt the
corral and stopped. It was a sinking feeling that was in my belly. I kept praying.

       Then that booming voice rang in my ears, "You have no where to run, Mormon boy. I got you now."

      I knew that the crowd was restless and they could stampede at any moment. I said to myself, "Dear Lord,
what am I going to do?''

         I put my hand on the corral. It was the gate, and my hand was on my rope. I had not left it there I knew
that. How did it get there? You may guess, but I think I know. Quick as a snake, I grabbed the rope and turned
just in time to see this giant of a man lunging for me. He started to swing. I could tell by looking into his eyes
that he was crazy with rage and that he was not thinking. He did not hit me because I moved too fast, but he just
kept coming at me and swinging. He was like a wild man. I just kept moving from side to side. I do not know
why, but my mind went back to when Lars and I used to tussle around. Lars was a big man also, and he could
never get me as long as I kept moving. Soon the giant of a man tried to grab me. Soon he was running wild;
arms were swing here and there. He was getting tired, so he was just running wild, trying to grab me. I know if I
could look inside him, he would be full of hell fire. In his wildness, he would just shut his eyes and would run
with his arms all stretched out like devil's wings trying to pull me in. As I moved, I was able to make a loop in
my rope. As he came after me, I stepped aside and laid the rope down in front of him.

       Sure enough, he stepped in it and with a flip of my wrist; I had him by the feet. I moved and pulled at the
same time and down he went. It sounded like an earthquake when he hit the ground. In fact, I am sure the earth
shook. As he tried to get up, all I had to do was move and give a little jerk, and down he went. I do not know
how many times he started to get up and then with a jerk, down he would go. It seemed up, jerk, down; up, jerk,
down. I don't know how long this went on, but it seemed forever.

        I know I had him under control, but what about the crowd? My mind just couldn't rest. What if they were
mad at what I had done" They were yelling wildly and my mind was going like a whirlwind. I guess I was
struggling and so worried, I didn't hear what they were saying. Then I heard, "Get him, Mormon boy, get him."

       The giant of a man was through. As he rolled over, his mouth and eyes were fall of mud. He tried to
move, but he just couldn't. He looked like a Dustman. As I looked at him, the crowd started to yell, "hit him,
Mormon boy, hit him." I didn't know what to do, but I knew this man was hurting. I moved toward this
mountain of a man. The crowd became very quiet. I reached down and took my rope off his feet. I started to coil
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      I only took a few steps and I stopped, turned, and looked at him laying there on the ground. I pulled
down my hat and walked back, took him by the hand and said, "Here, let me help you up. "

      I asked if someone could get some water. As he got to his feet, the old man from the feed store handed
me some water. I gave the big man a drink. He coughed and spit a few times but then he drank a little.

       He rubbed his eye and looked at me and said, "What kind of a man are you""

       I said, "I'm a Mormon that tries to love his enemies, just as Jesus said,"

        I know that my rope was put there by someone higher than all of us. I just had to help that man that hated
me. I asked if anyone would help me get this man somewhere so he could rest. Two men stepped up and said,
"We'll take him, you got horses to sell."

       I said, "Why don't you get him over to the watering trough and clean him up."

        "Yes, sir,'' they said.

       As they helped him over to the watering trough, the one man said, "He sure is a big man."

       They helped him clean up. He washed himself and drank half the water in the trough. He stood up by
himself and swayed back and forth. The whole town was there standing with their mouths wide open. No one
moved.

       Finally the giant of a man turned, a little wobbly, but with help, he started to move toward the feed room.
He got fight in front of me and stopped. He stood up as straight as he could and said, "Welcome to Missouri,
Mormon boy."

       I turned to the crowd that still had not said a word. With a loud voice I said, "I start selling horses at
noon. They are good horses and I hope you all will come."

       I reached out and took the big man's arm and said, "I think we need something to eat. "

       He smiled for the first time, not a big smile, but it was a smile. He said, "I'll drink to that."

       Off to the eating-house we went. The crowd was still standing there. I don't think they believed what
they were seeing.

         When I got back to the corral it was 11:30, and there were a lot of people there. Not as many as before,
but still a lot. The old man from the feed store said, "You'll sell a lot of horses today, cowboy. I hope you're as
good at roping horses as you were roping that big man." The old man had a smile as big as the Rocky
Mountains.

        At noon, I stepped into the corral and said, "Which one of you will be the first to buy yourself one of
these fine horses?"

        One of the cotton farmers said, "How much for the big gray over by the water."


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        I turned and looked at the gray. She was a fine mare. I asked, "What will you offer me, sire?''

        He rubbed his chin and said, "I'll give you $20.00 for her."

        I said, " $30.00 and she is yours."

       He looked around for a minute. I could tell he knew he was looking at some good horseflesh. After he
had looked them all over, he said, "Cowboy, if you can catch it with your first loop, I'll give you $30.00. If you
miss, you have to give her to me for $20.00."

        I said, "Sir, I'll take you up on that."

        I took my rope and moved to where the horses had to run in front of me one at a time. The third horse
was the big gray. I laid my rope on the ground and the big gray went by on a dead run. With a flip of my wrist, I
laid the rope fight in front of the gray. In a blink of an eye, the gray was on the ground. I moved in and put a
halter on her. I let her up and as she tried to run, I gave a little pull and down on her knees she went. After a few
times of that, she quit trying to run. Before you knew it, I had her out the gate.

        I was taking my $30.00 and handed the man the lead rope. I looked at him and said, "You got yourself a
nice piece of horse flesh, sir. Would you like another one to go with her?''

        I stepped inside the corral and closed the gate. "Who's next?" "I'll take that bay one in the north comer."

        I pointed and asked, "That one?"

        " Yep, that's him."

        "He's a good one. He'll cost ya $30.00."

        "That's a fair price. Rope him."

       Once again I caught him by the front feet and soon he was out the gate and I took my $30.00 and gave
the man the lead rope

        This went on all afternoon. I sold thirty-five head. It was getting late, so I said, "The sale will start at 10:
00 in the morning. "

        As I headed for the feed store, I overheard some men talking. One said, "I could stay all day just to see
that kid rope. I never seen anything like that before.

        Another one said, "Did you see how he handled them by himself. I thought he would be dragged all over
the corral. He's the best I've ever seen."

       I walked on as if I never heard them. As I got to the feed store, the old man said. "Ya had a real good
day, son."

        I smiled and said; "These people around here know their horses."


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         After I fed my horses and fed myself I headed for the rooming house. It had been quite a day. A good
day, but quite a day. As I laid down, my mind went through the whole day. One thing after the other. I wondered
if I would ever see that big man again. Now, I want everyone to know I love my work and I love horses. I try to
be the best I can. Sometimes I'm better than others. I had to work real hard at roping. If it had not been for Lars,
well, I just don't know what I would have been. He has taught me everything I know about horses and roping.
Now again, Lars made me work hard and kept on me if I slacked off. I remember him telling me if I just wanted
to be a roper, it would not take much. But if I wanted to be real good, it took lots of work and lots of time
practicing. If I am good, it's because I wanted to be the best I could be.

        The next thing I knew, it was morning and I had another good day's work in front of me. I got dressed
and started for the corrals. The old man was there and said, "Son. You’ll have another big day today. People will
buy horses just to see you work that rope. People cannot believe what they saw yesterday. I hope you do as good
today."

       I smiled and thanked him for his kind words. I paid for the feed and started feeding my horses.

        By 9:00 am there were people coming over to the corrals and looking at the horses. One asked if he
could buy a couple of horses right then and there. I shook my head and said, "I would love to, but the sale does
not start until 10:00."

        He said he would give me an extra dollar if I'd sell to him night now. I just walked away. The old man at
the feed store said, "That's a man who always gets what he wants. I'm happy he met someone who has said 'no'
to him."

       I was at the corral at 10:00 sharp. A preacher man said, "I would like that little mare looking at you."

       I pointed and he said, "That's the one."

       Just then, the man who asked me to sell him a couple of horses before the sale started, said, "Sorry
preacher, I want that one."

       I took my rope and caught the little mare. I put the halter on her and -got her out the gate. The man said,
"Here's your $30.00."

       I acted as if I did not hear him. "Here's your mare, preacher."

       The preacher said, "But..."

       I said, "Here's your mare. I'll let you have her for $20.00." He paid me and he was one happy man.

       The next buyer was the man who wanted me to sell him a couple of horses before the sale started. I
caught his two horses and told him they would cost him $35.00 each.

       He said, "Why""

       I said, "Because they were a couple of the best horses in the whole lot. You must have a real good eye
for good horse flesh."


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        He just smiled, took his horses, and walked away.

        By the end of the day I was dog-tired. I fed the horses and headed for the eatery. I was so hungry I could
eat a bear. Every bite was like eating Mom's apple pie. I paid for my supper and started for the rooming house.
As I got to the door of the rooming house, there was that giant of a man. He reached out his hand and said, "My
name is Frank."

        I took his hand and thought to myself, "I am sure glad he never got a hold of me."

        I said, "I'm Rasmus, but everyone calls me Ras."

      We talked for a while and then Frank said, "Say, would you mind if I bring my son by to meet the man
who put his old man in his place?"

        I said, "Not at all."

        He said, "I'll bring him by about 9: 00 in the morning.

        I said, "I'll see you both then."

        I went up to my room, washed up and hit the hay.

        I was up early and fed the horses. I was eating breakfast when Frank and his son walked in.

        Frank said, "Son, this here is the Mormon cowboy I told you about."

        I stood up as the young man reached out his hand and said, "My name is Dale."

        I took his hand and said, "It's great to meet ya, son."

        He stood there for awhile, then he turned to his dad and said, "I thought you said he was a real big man."

        Frank started to laugh and said, "Well son, when I was rolling around on the ground, he looked mighty
big to me. One thing I can tell ya son, he's a real good man and when he gets that rope in his hand he's the
biggest man around these parts."

        Soon the three of us were all laughing. It was nice having someone to talk to.

        Dale said, "Ya know, Pa's told me about the fight twenty times. Is it all true?"

        I started to feel a little uneasy and Frank could see it. He said, "Son, let's let this cowboy get to selling
horses so you can see how a real cowboy works."

        I never saw so many people as there was there that day, I would just get one out of the corral and
someone would say, "I'll take that one." I could hardly catch my breath. I had sold all but four horses in two and
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       Most all of the people were gone, so I walked over to where Frank and his son were standing. I said,
"Dale, have you got a horse""

       "No," he said.

       "Would you like one?'' I asked.

       "Sure would," he said.

       I looked at Frank and said, "Could I give your son a horse?"

        Frank just could not find any words. His son kept saying, "Say yes, Pa. please say yes, Pa. Please, Pa,
please."

       I took the boy by the hand and said, "Which one would you like""

       He pointed to the red roan and said, "That one. That's the one I want."

       I said, "He's all yours, he's all yours."

        I put my rope on him. After I put a halter on him, Dale and I spent some time getting his horse broke to
the lead. It seemed Dale and that horse were just meant for each other.

      As Dale took his horse out of the corral, Frank walked up to me and with tears in his eyes, said, "Thanks
and may God bless ya.''

       I turned to Dale and asked, "What are you going to name him""

       He thought for a little while and said, "His name is Ras."

       We all had a chuckle. Soon Frank, Dale, and the horse, Ras, were on their way home.

      . Later that evening, two men came up to me and said, "We'll take the three horses if you'll rope them
tonight. "

       "I'll have to have $28.00 per head," I said.

       They said, "If you will rope them right now, we'll give you $ 332.00 per head."

        I stepped back into the corral. As the horses ran by, I laid my rope on the ground and with a flip of my
wrist, the rope laid out in front of the first horse. His front feet landed in the loop and soon he was down. As he
worked to get up, I just moved a little and with a flip of my wrist, he would go down again. Soon I had a halter
on him and out the gate. As I got my money, I handed the lead rope to the man. Soon the second and third
horses were haltered and paid for.

       The youngest one said, "Didn't I tell ya, he's the best you've ever seen."

       The bigger one said, Little brother, he's one hell of a roper.
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       The big one said, "How many head did you have, cowboy?"

        I said, "One hundred and fifty head.

        "Did ya catch them all by the front legs""

       "Sure did," I said.

       "How many did you miss?'' the big one asked.

       Before I could answer, the old man from the feed store said, "I've been watching him, and he didn't miss
one. No, not a one."

        I kind of changed the subject and said, "Gentlemen, if you don't mind, I'd like to get something to eat. It's
been a long day and I still got things to do. Good luck with the horses.

       I walked over to the feed store office to see if I had paid everything that I owed. Before I could say a
word, the old man said, "Kid, you think you're pretty good don't you?"

       "No, sir, I was just doing my job. I'm sure there are a lot better than me. I know my friend Lars, is a lot
better than I am."

       He looked at me with a twinkle in his eye and said, "I've been here a good many years. I've seen cowboys
come from the north, south, east and west and you're the best I've ever seen. It's been a pleasure to see you
work."

        I smiled and said thanks. I also thanked him for all his help. I turned and went to get something to eat
before going to my room. After I ate, I started for the door. There sat the two ladies that came to the rooming
house. I tipped my hat as I passed. One of them said, "We'd sure like to buy you breakfast in the morning.

        I said, "Much obliged, but that would not be right,"

       One of them said, "We hear you'll be leaving soon, so we insist. We'll meet you at 9:00."

       I just kept walking. "Thank the good Lord, " I said to myself "I can't believe this town. First they want to
run me out of town, and now I can't even eat alone."

        The next morning I met my two friends at the eatery. "It's a nice morning, " I said.

        "A beautiful day," they said.

        I ordered and then the redhead said, "Thanks for eating with us."

        "It's my pleasure ladies."




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        "Well some folks around here seems to think we're not exactly human and that we don't have feelings
and things. But we do. When someone is courteous like you, well, it makes us feel we have some importance,"
the brown-haired one said.

        Then the redhead said, "Thanks for eating with us once more. Rasmus, what you did the other day,
helping Frank out after all he tried to do to you, well, that was one of the nicest things that has ever happened in
Joplin. I can tell you, you made a lot of Friends. Folks around here really admire you."

       Then the brown-haired one said, "You sure showed this town what a real man is all about."

       Then it was my turn to say something. "Well, Frank's a real nice man. I'm just sure he did not understand
us Mormons. In fact, not many people do. But it's over and I'm glad of that. Frank and I are friends. Now, I
would like to forget it if I can."

      Just when I thought I was all set to go, one of them said, "Where did your family come from, Rasmus?
You know, what country?"

       "I came from Denmark when I was around sixteen months old. My mother and father joined the Mormon
Church over there, and the prophet Joseph Smith said they should come to Zion. So, my parents packed up and
brought me and my five brothers to Utah. "

       "You mean that just because this prophet Joseph Smith said to come, your parents sold everything and
came to Utah, Just like that""
       "Just like that. As I grew up, Dad always told us that when a prophet of God tells you to do something,
you just do it. Things always works out for the best."
        "What did your Dad do in Denmark that he could just up and quit his job?"

        "Dad was in the Denmark army and Denmark was fighting the Germans. He had part of his hip shot out
so, he had to be careful what he did. After the war, Dad became a woodworker. He can make anything out of
wood and it always has to be the best. That's still his way."

       "Ladies," I said, "I hate to say good-bye, but I got to see about my train back home. "

       "Rasmus, thanks for coming to Joplin. We'll always remember the Mormon cowboy. "

        "Thanks again," I said. When I went to pay for my breakfast, the clerk said it was on the house. So, I
turned once again to the ladies and tipped my hat, smiled, and went to see about my ticket.

         My train was going to leave early that afternoon, so I went over to say good-bye
to the feed man.

         As I walked in, he said, "Am I glad to see you. There's an old boy out here that bought a buckskin and no
one dares get in the corral with him, let alone rope him. I told him about you. He said no one could be as good
as I said you were. I tried to find you but everyone thought you had left."

       I looked at the old man and said, "There's lots of men that can catch that horse."

       "I know, I know. Well, I Just want to show you off a bit more. You understand, don't you""
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          "What if I miss?" Then what?"

        "You better not," he said and he winked that big left eye. "Kid, I told this man I'd pay him $10.00 if you
didn't catch that buckskin by the front legs on the first loop. Now don't let me down."

          Well, he had been so dam good to me, I said, "Let's go see this horse."

         As we came up to the corral, I could see that the buckskin was just no good. The owner said, "Cowboy,
he's a real outlaw."

        As I looked him over, he was pig-eyed, Roman nosed, and wild. I turned to the old man and said, "What
are you trying to do, get me killed?''

          The old man said, "You can take care of him."

         The owner of the buckskin said, "Cowboy, do you know what the deal is" You got to catch the buckskin
by the front legs on the first loop and put him down. Then you got to halter him and get him out the gate. If you
don't, this old man owes me $ 10.00."

          I asked, "Could I use your rope? Mine's in my bag."

          "Sure," he said. "But no excuses. It still has to be on the first loop."

        I got the rope and halter, and stepped into the corral. That buckskin went crazy. He stood on his hind
legs and squealed with his ears laid back. His pig-eyes were blood red. I just stood still and soon he started to
run around. I took a step or two and he came running past me. I just stood there. He made a couple of runs past
me. Then he started past me at a full run. I laid my loop out in front of him. In a blink of an eye, he was on
the ground. He fought to get up, but with a little jerk at the right time, down he would go again. He fought and
fought, but he never got to his feet. I kept the rope tight in my left hand so he couldn't get up. Then with my
right hand, I took the rope and with a flip of the rope, a half hitch went around his back leg. I brought it up tight
with the front legs. There he was, wrapped up like a Christmas present. I held him tight and took the halter and
put it on him I got in fi7ont of him and let the hind leg loose. Just like lightening, he was up. The rope was still
on his front feet and as he got up, I gave a jerk and down to his knees he went. After a few times of that, he was
a real gentleman.

        Soon we were out the gate. I handed the lead rope to the owner. The old man ran up, grabbed my hand,
and said, "I seen it, but I don't believe it. I just don't believer it! "

        "Thanks for the use of your rope," I said, but he paid no attention. He was still muttering to himself. I
turned to the old man and said, "Thanks for what you've done for me. I sure like having a friend like you."

          The old man said, "I hope you come back. Good luck, kid."

          The other man, still holding the horse's lead rope said to the old man, "That kid didn't even get his hands
dirty."

          The old man said, "I told you he was the best. Now, give me my $10.00.”
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       When I got to the train, there was Frank, his wife, and his son. He said, "I heard you were leaving today
and I was hoping to get to say good-bye.

          I grinned, "Glad you did."

          Then his wife stepped up and took my hand and said, "Thanks for not hurting my man. "

          I took off my hat and said, "You're lucky to have a man like Frank."

          "I know, but thanks anyway."

          His son said, "I think that roan is going to be a swell horse. I sure thank you."

          I just nodded my head. I did not have any words that would come out of my mouth. My heart was in my
throat.

        Then the conductor shouted, "All aboard!" I shook Frank's hand, said good-bye to his wife and son, and
stepped onto the train. I was homeward bound; back to that good old mountain soil, where the sunsets and
sunrises were part of the land, and back to people I loved. I will always have memories of Joplin and who
knows; maybe I'll be back some day.

        Kind of strange how experiences like that will mark you forever. Now this roping for instance, some of
my kids used to brag that their dad was a great hand with a rope. In fact, one of them, Clyde, was going out to
visit my son Joe, (Leland was his real name), when he was trapping coyotes for Mr. Nick Chournos, out west in
Promontory. While we were there, the boys were trying to rope some horses in the corral, but they weren't
having any luck. They tried and tried. I got so upset I couldn't take it any longer.

       I said, "The next time you miss, I get a turn." (Mind you, I was sixty years old or better.) Sure enough,
they missed. I climbed through the fence and said, "Give me that rope.

          I made a loop and laid it on the ground next to me and I said, "Clyde, run that blue mare past me."

        As she went past, I laid the loop out front of her and with a flip of my wrist, she went down. I handed the
rope to Joe and started to walk away. I looked and the mare was getting up. I yelled, "You're helping her up! No,
not that way. You're helping her up!" Yes, I still have the touch and they all knew it. Yet, I felt bad that I had not
taught my boys.

       They all got a chuckle out of me, but I just could not believe it. Clyde said, "Dad, can you catch one by
the head""

          I looked at him, shook my head, and said, "Hell yes. What one would you like me to catch""

          Golden, my youngest son, said, "That big bay. The one next to the fence."

        That bay was behind three or four others. I took the rope and took a step or two toward the horses. I laid
the loop on the ground next to me. Then I threw the rope over the other horses and it settled over the big bay's


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head. I gave it a jerk and handed the rope to Golden. He and the other boys got the rope around the snubbing
post and got the bay snubbed up good and tight.

        Joe said, "Dad, you still got the touch."

        I said, "I did that for so many years, I could do that in my sleep."

        Well, as I was saying, I was leaving Joplin with lots of memories. I was on my way home, and for
someone that can't read or write, the time on that train was very long. All I could do was look out the window at
the big black trail of smoke cutting through the blue sky, and daydream. I thought about my job and how happy I
was. I thought about Lars and my first job.

        My first job was with the Co-op Dairy. My boss was Brother Fridal. One day, Brother Fridal came to the
house and asked Dad if I could work for the co-op. I thought it would be fun and besides Lars was going to be
working there too. I had visions of riding horses and just having a great time. Well, I found out that getting up at
four in the morning was not fun, and if you were five minutes late, old Brother Fridal acted as if it was the end
of the world or something. Lars and I got into lots of trouble with Brother Fridal because we teased the
milkmaids.

       Just then the train came to a stop and I shook my head. The conductor said, "Salt Lake City, everyone,
we are in Salt Lake City."

        Lars met me. It was good to see my friend. We shook hands and Lars asked, "How did things go""

        I said, "Real good and I got some stories to tell you that you will never believe."

        As we were walking, I said, "Do you remember our days at the Co-op Dairy""

        "Do I remember, how can one forget?''

        We got the buckboard and we started back to the ranch. A big smile came across Lars' face and he said,
"Well, there were some good looking milkmaids. I remember that good-looking blond that had eyes for you. "

        I said, "I wouldn't mind seeing her again. But the job, I can do without having to gather up all those cows
in the valley every morning and taking them out to the mountains all day, and them bring them back to the co-op
every night. Good thing there were some milkmaids to kind of give us something else to think about."

       "I can still see the numbers hanging around each cow's neck, so each owner would get credit for the milk
and cheese from his cows."

        "Well, I guess it was a lot cheaper to pay us to hustle them all, than for each family to care for there
own."

        "Cheaper is right," said Lars. "I never did know what we were paid. Every penny went to our Dad for the
family. "

        "Remember how we used to practice roping and then we had to rope the ones that were fidgety and had
stickers and cuts on them. Or the milkmaids could not milk them. "
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      "As I look back, I can still see us roping some of those cows and tie their hind leg up. We really thought
we were good, didn't we"

        "We sure did."

        "One thing I'll never forget were those old dry sandwiches we'd have to eat," said Lars.

        "Yeah, but after we told Brother Fridal we were going to quit, the sandwiches got better. "

        "How we used to smile and shine up to the cook."

        Lars said, "Well, the more we shined up to her, the better our food got. It was sure worth it."

        Mr. Crocker, Mr. Taylor, and Captain Buford were real happy with everything and said I could take a
day or so off. Then they were going to send me and C.M. Clay with a 150 head of horses, by train, to Kansas
City. We unloaded and sold horses for saddle horses. Most of them went to Texas. It was a good trip and the
horses went like hot cakes. The cowboys could not believe how good the horses were.

        When we got back and Mr. Crocker saw what we got for the horses, he said that we would be going
again real soon as we could.

        This time, we unloaded at Columbus, Kansas. We would drive the horses from one settlement to another
and sell as many as we could. Then on to the next settlement. That country was mining country and the miners
didn't work on Saturday, so we would bring the horses in that day and sell to the miners

        Clay and I went back to Joplin, Missouri one Saturday and sold twenty-five head. I roped every one of
them and put the halters on them, just like before. It was good to see Frank and his family. The old man had sold
the barn and moved, but people remembered me and it was fun having Clay with me this time.

       As Clay and I walked out of the barn office to go to the eating house, the new barn owner said, "Say, kid,
you think you're a roper, don't you""

        "No, I don't profess to be a roper."

        "Well, kid, I've seen ropers from all over this country, Texas and all over, but you're the best roper that's
ever set foot in the corral."

        Clay laughed and said, "Hell, he's not half as good as Lars."

        I was riding a cute little saddle horse and a preacher came by everyday and wanted to buy her. She was a
little wild and wanted to buck. I told him that I wouldn't sell him the mare because she might throw him off and
hurt him.

        Now, this preacher had the longest beard I had ever seen. He came down one morning and was bound to
have that mare. I finally told him I would let him have her, but I wouldn't stand good for what might happen if
she threw him. I called a stable man over to be a witness and that I wouldn't stand for what might happen, The
preacher said that was all right. He bought the mare and I had to go uptown with him to buy a Saddle and bridle.
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I helped him on the mare and he rode off. I can still see that mare turning her head to look at the preacher's long
chin whiskers blowing in the wind. As far as I could see, she never did throw him, but they sure looked funny.

        I was 15 years old when I first started working for H.J. Faust. His ranch was 10 miles west from
Tremonton. He had some fine horses, some of the finest horses in the west. Mr. Faust's brood mares were from
the Cleveland Bay's line. He said he did not want anything mixing with that bloodline. He also had a livery barn
in Salt Lake City. We broke horses to work, to fide and some we just halter broke. The horses were sent to Salt
Lake City to be used in the livery barns. He also shipped horses back east to be sold for saddle horses. Mr. Faust
only shipped the very best.

      I was paid $40.00 a month. Now that was a lot of money in those days, but nobody will ever know how
many lonesome hours and days I spent at Faust Valley.

       One day, Mr. Faust's son, Jim, came to the ranch at Faust Valley in a two-wheeled cart. He led up a
saddle horse with him and said, "Pa wants a milk cow."

        Lars said, "How can we get a milk cow down to Salt Lake?''

        Jim said, "We'll let the kid (that was me) lead one down behind the cart. We'll give him a couple of days
here to learn her to lead behind the cart. "

        So I got her broke to lead and started out. I got to Bear River City the first day. I stayed with my Father
and Mother. I started out the next day and got to Corrinne and my horse came up lame. I stopped at Holmgren's
blacksmith shop. My horse had gravel in his foot, so he clean it out and then put shoes on him. I got to
Riverdale that night and stayed with Jack Thompson- I made Salt Lake the next day. Jim Faust had told me
when I got to Salt Lake, to stake the cow out somewhere and let the old horse go and he would take me to the
livery barn I let the horse have his reins and he took me past Brigham Young Monument and one block south
and a half block east, right to the barn He was sure a smart old horse. Later, we went back and got the cow and
brought her in.

        I worked there for two or three years and then Lars and I went out to the Promontory Stock Company to
work.

        Well, when we went out to Promontory, it didn't take long to find out things were different. The horses
were different and they knew how to take care of themselves. It was the way nature cared for them. If you
studied their ways and did what they did, you could take care of yourself in most any weather. They always
knew where the grass and water was. Lars and I studied them day after day and if I do say so myself, we got to
know them real good. I think we got to thinking just like them. We found out that if you used their strength to
help you, one could handle them real well. But if you didn't, you might as well go to the house, because you
wouldn't get anything done.

        I remember the first time I was sent out to rope a horse. I thought I was real big. I stepped through the
gate and walked over to where the horse stood and threw my rope. It sailed right over his head. I gave a jerk and
that horse took off. I set my heels and the next thing I knew I was flying through the air and then I hit the
ground. That horse pulled me all around that corral. Finally, I let go of the rope. I looked up and there stood Lars
and Captain Buford. I felt real bad, in fact, I wished there was a hole near by so I could jump in it. I got up and
looked at Captain Buford and he said, "Son, you throw a good rope, but you need to know how to handle a wild
horse. There is only one way you can, that's by putting that rope around their front feet. They can't do much
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without their front feet. You're a good hand and you will learn. We are all glad you're here." With that, he turned
and walked away.

       Sometimes Mrs. Buford stayed at the ranch. They had a storeroom and I mean it was big. They had
everything in it that money could buy. Many a day Mrs. Buford would wait on us when we ate. I can still see her
wearing her beaded buckskin gloves. She also made sure the wives were taken care of I think the cooks were
Chinese. She was a real gracious lady.

        After I had been there awhile, Captain Buford came to see me and asked if I would break a pair of horses
to use on a buggy. I said I would do my best. He said he would pay me $30.00 besides my $40.00 per month as a
ranch hand. He picked out two horses from his race stock of Stanfords. I spent all summer breaking them, but I
never got them broke. They were scared of everything. He sent them back to the racetrack, but he still paid me
the $30.00. He and Mrs. Buford were real good people.

           Sometimes it is real nice just looking back on things.

        One day I was sent to Lampo for some supplies. I rode in and as I stepped off my horse, Mary came
running up to me. She had a baby in her arms. I guess I looked a little funny, because she started to laugh. "This
is not mine. This is Mrs. Clay's little boy, Wallace. Isn't he the cutest little baby in the World? Mrs. Clay lets me
look after him. Rasmus, he's the best baby and I'm going to name my first son after him."

           Well, I wasn't sure about him being the cutest baby in the whole world. but I have to say he was cute.

           Mary asked, "Do you want to hold him"

           I said, "What's it going to cost me?"

           Mary smiled and said, "Well, if you're good and come over to the boarding house, I'll get you something
to eat."

           I smiled and said, "I'll take you up on that."

           On the way to the boarding house, I asked, "How are things going?"

       "Do you mean, am I still homesick? Well, I am much better now and I want to thank you for doing what
you did for me. You know, I really needed your help and you were there for me."

       Mrs. Clay was outside the boarding house when we walked up. When she saw me, she put on her
motherly smile, took me by the arm and said, "Good to see you again, Rasmus. I hope things are going good for
you"

       I started to answer, then Mary spoke up, "Mr. Crocker came by and said he was real pleased with you.
He said you had done a real fine job, I told him that with you in charge, it had to turn out real fine."

         Then she turned to Mrs. Clay and said, "I told Rasmus if he came over, I would get him something to
eat. Is that Okay?'' Mrs. Clay nodded her head and Mary took off for the kitchen.



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       Mrs. Clay said, "Rasmus, that's a real good girl. She will do anything I ask her. She is just like my own
daughter. I want you to know that what you did for her when she was homesick, well, that was real special."

         Just then Mary came out and said, "Your food is ready and I just want you to know, I made the sweet
roll’s

         Mrs. Clay went on and on about how good Mary was, and Mary just sat there with a big smile on her
face.

       After awhile, 1 said I had to be going and thanked Mrs. Clay for the food and the visit. I turned and told
Mary that the sweet rolls were the best I had ever eaten. I could tell she was real pleased. I said that I had to get
the supplies and get back to the ranch.

       As I rode up to the ranch, Lars was out in the corral working with some horses. We talked for awhile and
then went up to the big house to put the supplies away. Mr. Crocker asked me to come in and sit down. He told
me how pleased they were, and that I would be taking some more horses back east. When I left, I felt real good.

        It was around 1887 that Mr. Crocker brought in some new horses for breeding stock. They were by far
the best in the valley. For some dumb reason, they also brought in some Jacks. At first I thought the Jacks were
only good for two things, eating hay and good for nothing. But they fooled me. They turned out to be good in
the fields, but as good as they were, I never could get too excited about them.

       Not only did the ranch have good horses they also raised cattle. The winters for the past few years had
been mild, so the cattle could feed most all winter. Mr. Crocker, Mr. Taylor and Captain Buford had done real
well with the cattle. One year, they shipped in 7,000 head. We had to night herd them until they were all
branded. It took five or six cowboys taking turns to herd them. They would work at night and sleep by day.

        I ran the branding iron for three weeks straight. We had a chute that was big enough to hold twelve head
of cattle at a time. There were four of us running the branding irons. As soon as the chute was empty, the
cowboys would be in the corral to fill the chute again. It took two men to keep the sage brush fire going to heat
the branding irons. The brand we used for the cattle was BAR M (-M). It was put on the left side on the fibs.
The brand we used on the horses was OC-. It was put on the leg

       That winter was real mild and when they sold the cattle, they did real well. Lars said they must have
made a killing on them- they had made plans to do this each year. It would keep the men working all winter

       I remember the year they shipped in 10,000 head from Oregon. They were real big and wild, many of
them had horns. They were in the poorest shape I had ever seen. Lars thought that they would all die, even
before winter came. It was late August when they were shipped to us.

        We night herded them until they were all branded. I think it took four to five weeks before we got them
all branded- I branded cattle in my sleep for weeks after that.

        One day, Lars came and told me that we were going to be in big trouble- He said everything pointed to a
hard winter and we did not have enough hay for all the cattle. He said that he had told Captain Buford, but he
just laughed. Lars told him we not only needed hay, we needed to keep all the new cattle close to the ranch.
Captain Buford said he should not worry.


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       We all did what we could and still not go against Captain Buford, but it was not enough. Winter came
early and the first storm was a blue northern. The snow came in along with 60-mile winds. The temperature
dropped to 30 below. We tried to get the new cattle up into the trees, but they would not stay. We worked night
and day. You could not see your hand in front of your face. The snow got 2 or 3 feet deep. We about Froze to
death before it let up. Next came the warm rain in the day and it would freeze at night. The snow crusted over
and we could hardly get around. We had to wrap our horse’s legs with leather or sacks, so the crusted snow
would not cut their legs. I saw horses that had cut their legs so bad they could hardly walk- The old cattle were
fine and knew that they would be safe in the trees. But the cattle from Oregon drifted down south to the Rozelle
Flats. We went out day after day, trying to drive them back to the trees and out of the gullies.

      Captain and Mrs. Buford would bring wraps, robes, or anything else that would help us keep warm.
Once Lars and I had to make a snow cave to get us and our horses out of the cold wind.

         The next day we came back to the ranch. Mrs. Buford ran out to meet us. She said, "Thank God you're
alive. I just knew you were dead." With frozen tears she kept saying, "Thank God, oh, thank God you're alive."

       They helped us off our horses and took us into the house. Mrs. Buford took care of us. There was
nothing that she would not do for us. Sometimes she would break down and cry. Then she would kneel by us
and say, "I'm so happy you're here. I just knew you were dead." Then she would cry again.

      In a few days it cleared and we went out again, but there was nothing left for us to do. Week after week,
we would ride out hoping to find some live cattle.

        When winter was over, the hellish reality of death came with it. As we rode over the land, there were
dead cattle everywhere. The worst were in the draws; there they lay on top of each other. They were seven or
eight deep. It was a sickening sight. I can still see them. Captain and Mrs. Buford agonized for weeks. They
knew it was all their fault, they blamed no one else. Captain Buford with his hand over his eyes would cry out,
"Lars tried to tell me. Lars tried to tell me." All the cowboys felt awful for them.

        Next came the stench of death, it was everywhere. You just could not get away from it. It was almost
more than one could take. We would drag the dead cattle into bunches, their legs pointing everywhere and
bellies broken open. It was a sight that sticks in your mind forever and a smell that never goes away. It will be
with me until I die.

        We did everything we could to burn and bury the dead cattle. When we did all we could, we turned to
the living. The cattle that were raised on the ranch were mostly fine.

         When the final count was in, the bar M lost all 10,000 head. Only 500 head were still alive on the entire
ranch. The Promontory Stock Company was in deep trouble and we all knew it. Lars told us that we all needed
to start looking for a new place to work. I had in the back of my mind for quite sometime that I wanted a place
of my own. So, I thought this might be the time to start looking. I had seen a place that I had liked but it had no
water. Land needed water. One day as I sat thinking, I could see the land and it had water on it. I "That's it.
Water would come. Somehow, some way, water would come. Until then, I will work and save every cent I
could." Lars told me that he and I would be the last ones to go. He said we may have one or two years left on the
ranch.

       It is strange how things happen. About three days before Mr. Crocker, Mr. Taylor and Captain Buford
were to get together, Lars came in and he looked like he had been hit in the face with a kitchen skillet. I could
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tell he and his wife had a fight. I could always tell, he looked like a horse that had worked all day without
anything to eat or drink. To us cowboys, that was looking awful bad.

       But as I was saying. Lars came in and sat down by the door. Then in a voice that was like a whipped dog
       said, "Ras, I just don't know what to do. I feel like a dog that has as a cliff in front of him and a bear
       behind him. He can't climb the cliff and he can't whip the bear. There's just no place for a man to hide.

       "What is this all about, Lars?"

          But he didn't answer my question. He just sat there, so I pulled up a stool and said, "Okay, you talk and
I'll listen."

       He tried to smile, but it just was not there.

        After what seemed an hour, Lars looked up and in a whisper said, "Well, you see, Ras, I love my wife
and I want to please her, but it seems everything I do is wrong. Trouble is, I'm not with her much. You know
this last winter was a bad one. I was gone most all the time. Some days I'd come home after she went to bed and
I'd be gone before she was up in the morning. There was a time we never even talked to each other for days. I
don't know what else I can do. She thinks I stay away because I don't care about her, but as God lives, I do care.
You know I do, Ras."

       "I know you do, Lars."

      "A man just has to do what he has to do in life or on the job. I don't know what other choice we have
sometimes. There's some things a person has to do for awhile, but when it's over, it'll be best for everyone."

        It sounded to me like he was trying to make himself believe that. So I said, "Just what are you trying to
tell me, Lars" I know what a God-loving man you are and I am sure you love your wife. You also know, I
believe in you, Lars. I really do. Now, what is it that you want to say, Lars" Just say it. "

       "Well, you know how I love the Church, don't you""

       What a question! I knew he loved the Church.

        "Well, Ras, that's the problem. Would you believe it? I fought with my wife over the Church. When I got
home, the Bishop was there. He said that I had been called to serve a mission in Denmark. Now, I know that it
would be a hardship on my wife, me away and no money coming in. But it seems to me that when the Lord calls
you to go, you leave everything in His hands. So I told the Bishop I would go. When my wife got home and I
told her, she went into a rage and said that if I went, she would not be here when I came back. She said she
couldn't give a damn about the Lord or the Bishop, and if I thought she was going to sit there waiting for me, I
was as dumb as her Dad's old mule."

        Lars continues, "So, to make peace, I said I would tell the Bishop that I can't go. Then she exploded
again, sure tell him you can't go and blame it on me. That's what you always do. So I asked what did she want
me to do" Then she said, “she didn't give a damn what I did, but if I went on that Mission we were all through.”
Then after a second she said, “I think we are all through anyway."



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        Lars took a couple of deep breaths and was silent for a bit. He Just kind of hung his head. I looked at my
friend; he looked like a whipped dog. I just sat there looking at my best friend and feeling terrible.

        After what seemed an hour, he looked at me and continued, "Well, I went back to the Bishop and told
him all about our fight and what my wife had said."

       I asked, "What did he say""

         "The Bishop sat there for a long while, then he looked me straight in the eye and quoted a scripture to me
from the Book of Commandments. It said that the Lord was bound when you do what he says, but when you
don't, you have no promise. Then still looking at me in the eye, he said that the Lord wanted me in Denmark. He
said if I would go, I would find happiness and if I don't go, there'll be nothing but sorrow! Then he told me to be
ready in three weeks. Ras, I'm damned if do and I'm damned if I don't. What's a man to do when he has to
choose between the Lord and his wife?"

        I did not say a word for a long while and Lars just sat there looking at me. I looked hard into his eyes and
said, "Do you have a choice? The Lord, through his Prophet, called you and the Bishop has told you that you
would find happiness if you go. Also the scripture said, you can't expect any help with anything unless you do
what the Lord wants. So, as I see it, there's only one thing to do and that's to get ready to go. I think you know
that in your heart and I also know that it's up to you, if you know what I mean.

        He looked at me for the longest while, then like a horse that had not drank for days and now had found a
nice clear stream and drank his fill, Lars smiled that old Lars smile and said, "Well, then, that is what I'll do.
Yes, sir, that's what I'll do. I don't know how I'll get along without her when I get back. I'd thought we would be
together for eternity, but I guess she doesn't want it that way. So, the Lord must have other plans for me. I'll go
and become the best missionary that I can, and leave the rest up to the Lord."

        That night, after I went to sleep, I fell into a dream. It seemed I was in a place so beautiful that words
cannot describe it. I'd always wished I could kind of take the lid off of heaven, so to speak, and look in. I guess
that's what I was doing in that dream. Everything seemed light as a feather, like no weight at all, and yet
everything was real. There were people there, pleasant, loving people, and we were talking, but I did not see
their faces. I knew, though, that they were my Friends. Then I heard, in some sort of way that didn't seem to go
through my ears, I heard my name. As I turned, there was Lars moving toward me. He almost shined and he
seemed so happy. "Ras," he said, "I just learned the Father said it was my turn to go to earth. The best news is
that he said you'll be coming soon and that we'll be friends there, too." He turned and started to move away.
Then he stopped and said, "Ras, remember, remember that we'll always be friends." Then he was gone.

        At that moment I awoke and it was just turning daylight. I laid there for a time just thinking about the
dream. Did it really mean that we were friends on the other side? I'd felt that I had known Lars forever. He had
been so important in my life; I wanted to believe that we were Friends before. I guess I'll just have to wait a little
longer to find out, but for sure I was not going to say a thing to anyone. They would think I was a little loco.
Anyway, it was only a dream, but I could never get that dream out of my mind.

        Time seemed to go fast. Mr. Crocker and Mr. Taylor came to the ranch and met with Captain Buford.
They called us in and told us that they would have to cut down on the number of hands on the ranch. Those that
stayed would have to take up the slack. He said that Lars would not be with us any longer since he was going to
Denmark. He looked at me and said they wanted me to be the new foreman. Captain Buford said that he would
be talking to everyone and telling them who was going to be asked to stay. He said he wanted everyone to know
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they had worked hard and he would give those who left a letter telling he would recommend them as good,
honest, hard working cowboys. He then asked me to stay and the others could leave. He wanted me to know the
new program of the ranch.

       Well, Lars was gone and I was real busy getting things rolling since they had changed things. I wanted to
get everything just right, because they told me I could take a few days off and go say good-bye to Lars.

       Time went by real fast. I made the trip to Salt Lake City, it was long and dusty, but nothing would have
kept me away. Lars was ready, and we were all there, except for his wife. It was time now to say good-bye. Lars
stepped onto the train and then he turned to me and said, "Ras, remember, remember that we'll always be
Friends. "

       Those were the very words of that dream. I looked at him and said, "I'll remember and good luck, Lars."

       He smiled and after a wave, he was gone. That'll be a moment I'll ponder all my life.

       As I turned to leave, I bumped into Lars' little sister, Mary.

       "Mother has lunch prepared and wondered if you would come to the park and eat with us?''

       Every time I see her, she seemed to have grown up a bit more. Just as I said, "Thanks," her mother
stepped up and said, "Rasmus, it would be nice to have you join us.

       "Thanks," I said again, "I could use some of your good cooking."

       We were soon at the park and the food was just something especially good. Mary's mom explained that
Mary fixed it all hoping that I would be here. As I turned to tell Mary how good it was, she was talking to her
mother under her breath, and she looked very red-faced about the whole thing.

       I said, "Well, Mary, I say everything was very good."

       Then her sister spoke up and said, "It's for sure she'll make someone a good wife.

       Everyone laughed and I felt it was time for me to go. I was being worked on, if you know what I mean.

         When I started toward my horse, they all said good-bye. Then Mary came over and said, "I'm sorry they
said all those things."

       "Think nothing about it. They were just joking."

Then Mary said, “but anytime you would like to stop by, I’d be happy to cook for you.”

        "I just may do that sometime," I said, feeling a bit edgy about things. Anyway as I rode off, I thought a
lot about what had happened that day, Lars' last words to me, being just like the dream, and his family telling me
what a good wife Mary would be. Well, I don't remember just what I thought, but I sure remember thinking a lot
as I rode back to the ranch.



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        That was a most interesting year for me. Of course it was important, it was my first time being a
foreman. Lars had trained me well, but I still found all that responsibility worrisome. There were a couple of
other things that still gives me a chuckle every time I think about them.

      One day, young George Crocker was on his way to the horse ranch to spend a day or two, and I was
mowing hay on the Dushenal Ranch with a pair of mules.

        Young George rode up on a real nice looking gray horse. He had on a pair of white goat skin chaps, the
best Stetson hat money could buy, a real fine shirt, and was dressed up cowboy style. He got off his horse and
said, "Anderson, hold my horse. I want to walk out here and see how the meadow is."

        He went out about forty rods and all at once he stopped. He put his hand in his pocket and pulled out a
small revolver. From what I could see, he had his pistol put near straight down.

      He emptied the revolver, I think it was five shots. He walked back to where I was and said, "Anderson,
what was I shooting at""

        I said, "Can't you smell it George?''

        "God! Yes, I smell it. What was it?"

        I said, "I'm sorry George, but you got mixed up with a skunk!"

        "Why in the hell didn't you tell me I was shooting at a Skunk?''

        I said, "I couldn't see what you were shooting at, but it is too late anyway.

         Now a skunk is an animal that doesn't give any ground. He even holds that ground he's laying on. He's
got something to defend himself with, and he isn't afraid to use it. He'll even use it on a millionaire if he steps on
his tall and uses a revolver on him. I tell you, a person could smell young George a mile off. He pulled out his
handkerchief and wiped off his face and hands. It did not look very good when he got through with it. He looked
at me and asked, "How do I get rid of this smell?"

        "You don't, " I said. "You have to take everything off and bury it, your chaps and all.

        "What will I wear home""

        I smiled and said, "I guess you will wear what the good Lord gave ya."

       Well, he buried his clothes all right, suffering every minute he was doing it. I'll never forget seeing the
San Francisco kids on his way to Promontory sitting on the gray horse in his under shorts. They had a lot of fun
with young Mr. Crocker and his experience with that skunk.

        I remember another thing that happened to young George. He had watched us rope and he said he would
like to do that, so we tried to teach him. It took a bit of patience, but we tried. One day as we were moving some
cows and calves, we would rope some of the pokey ones. Young George came riding out and said he wanted to
help. He had not been there very long when an old cow and her calf started to wonder off. Young George said
that he would get them, and off he went. He got around them and headed them back to the herd. I turned to C.M.
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Clay and said, “ I thought George was learning.” But no sooner did the words come out of my mouth, than
young George let out a yell. We all turned and there was George on the ground. He had roped the old cow
around the neck. That old cow took off and George had tied his rope around his saddle horn. Well, when that
old cow hit the end of that rope, George's saddle turned and the seat was under the horse's belly. It was a real
sight to see. Young George on the ground, his horse with the saddle under his belly, the old cow pulling the
horse all over, and the horse trying to stay on it's feet and trying to get away from that cow.

       After we cut the rope so the cow could get away, we caught the horse and got the saddled off him. We
were all laughing but young George didn't think it was anything to be laughing at. He had a broken arm and his
feelings had been hurt. We did what we could for him and then Clay took him back to the ranch.

Mr. Buford took young George to the doctor and he got all fixed up, but George had enough of cowboying. We
never saw him again. Mr. Buford said that he had gone back to San Francisco.

         I guess the kid learned that being a real cowboy has nothing to do with wearing a lot of fancy duds, but
it's Just a lot of hard work. You know, to a cowboy, his hat, boots, and his chaps are all important. Each has a
part to play in his work. I never saw a cowboy all dressed up in fancy clothes, unless he was going to a dance, or
doing a little courting or at least trying to do some courting.

        One of the other things that sticks in my mind that is both funny and sad. One day, Mr. Buford was
coming to the ranch with his two dogs, one was a greyhound and the other was a little housedog that used to set
up to the table and eat with them. While going home, his hound dog got mixed up with a badger. Now, when a
badger gets a hold of you, he never lets go. His hound dog was making a racket, so Mr. Buford got off his
buckboard and went over to shoot the badger.

       The little poodle dog got in the fight while Mr. Buford was trying to shoot the badger, but he shot the
poodle instead.

       After the shooting, he put the poodle dog in his buckboard and they went on to the ranch.

         They had a real nice funeral for that little dog and he buried him out by the ranch house. Mr. Buford
really loved that little dog. I sort of know how he feels, because I sure do love my dogs, and I know when they
go, I'll feel like I would be losing two of my best friends.

       My, when a person starts looking back, there are so many memories. Things that you never thought were
important at the time they were happening. Yes, sir, memories are nice to have, anyway, most of them.

         Well, fall was coming on and an unexpected rider came to the ranch. It was Mary, Lars' sister. She had
come to tell me that Lars' wife had gone off with another man. She thought I should know because I was almost
part of the family. Anyway, I was Lars' best Friend. That news was a sad thing for all of us that knew Lars, but I
knew it was going to happen sooner or later. But I sure felt bad for Lars because I knew he loved her. I can still
see him sitting in the bunkhouse the night he told me about his mission call and what his wife had told him. I
can still see him sitting there with his head hanging down. I know he was holding out hope that his marriage
would be there when he got home. Now, with this news, we all knew his hope was dead.

        The only good side to this whole rotten thing was that Mary came to the ranch. I guess I was happy to
see her again, anyway I felt happy. I told myself that it was the next best thing to seeing Lars, but I think I lied to
myself, Anyway, I asked Mrs. Buford if Mary could stay at the big house overnight and she said she would like
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to have her. The next day, Mrs. Buford said how much she enjoyed Mary and that if things could be worked out,
that she would love to have Mary work for her and stay right there at the ranch. So the arrangements were made
and Mary went to work for Mrs. Buford.

         Well, the longer Mary was there, the more I found reasons to go to the big house. As I said, at first I lied
to myself and told myself I needed to go to the big house to talk to Mr. Buford, but I really wanted to see Mary.
At first, we spent time just walking and talking together. I did not know how much Mary knew. She could read
and she knew lots of things about ranching and farming. She could sew and knit, in fact, the more time I spent
with her, the more I came to understand that Mary knew a lot about things. I had spent most all my life on the
ranch, working with horses and cattle, so being with some one like Mary was real interesting to me.

        We would spend time talking about Lars and about our families. We spent hours talking about our
parents and how they did things and what they had taught us. We did not spend a lot of time at home and so we
did not know our brothers and sisters as much as we would have liked, but we loved them just the same. Mary
would ask me what I thought about kids and how to raise them. We had not talked about marriage, but I knew
she was the one for me. We spent a lot of time talking about the Church, God and prayer. We talked about how
people had to have faith in one another and how important faith was for a couple who wanted to be together
forever. We talked about things I had never, ever thought I would talk about. In fact, I talked about things I had
never, ever thought about.

         Sometimes we would just head for some old trees that were down by a pond and kind of swung around
their trunks. Mary would giggle and we would both laugh a lot. Sometimes, we would zig zag around and
through that old clump of trees. We found this one branch that was big enough to sit on. I would lift Mary up
there and then I would climb up and sit beside her. She called this our tree house.

         One night we were sitting there and Mary looked at me and said, “This is our own private place, kind of
like in a story. No one knows about it but us, Ras. That's kind of magic, isn't it?”

       Well, it was kind of special, I guess. Well, I did not think it was that special. Then she got feeling a little
down and started to talk about Lars. She was wondering about his mission and what he would do when he came
home, being without his wife and all. I could see she was getting a little worrisome, so I said, "Let me tell you a
good story about your big brother."

        She said, "I would like that."

         "Well, we were out in Promontory breaking some horses and a old man came up in his buggy and asked
if he could look over the horses. He said he had a mare that he could not keep at home. Every time he opened
the gate, she would take off and no one could stop her. So, he was out looking for her. Lars told him to look
them over, and if she was there, point her out. He climbed on the fence and started to look. Soon he said that he
had spotted her. She was the little bay with a white spot on her forehead. Lars asked me to put a rope on her for
the old man. I'll never forget it. I stepped into the corral; she was in a crowd of about twenty head. Well, I
lifted the rope high over the other's heads and it settled down over the little bay's head, just like it was made to
go there. As soon as the mare felt the rope around her neck, she did not move. Then when I pulled it tight, she
walked right up to me. I led her over to the old man and he handed me a halter for her. As I was putting it on
her, he said, 'Say, lad, are you that good or was that luck"'

      Lars started to laugh and said, “Sir, Ras is real good with a rope, but today I think he was a little lucky.”
Then he laughed again. The old man asked, if Lars knew any way to stop that mare from running away when
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someone opened a gate. Lars said, “Sure, and it'll take only five minutes.” Now, Lars knew horses and just what
to do with problem horses. I've seen him fix horses that no one else would even try. Well, the old man said, “If
you can fix her, I'll pay you a dollar.”

       Lars took the halter off her and put the rope around her neck and told me to open the gate. The old man
shouted, “Don't do that, she will get away again.” Lars looked at the old man for a minute and said, “ What's she
worth?” The old man said, “About $10.00.” Lars said, “If she gets away, I'll pay you $10.00.” He turned to me
and said, “Open the gate, Ras.”

        Well, Mary, “I wish you could have been there.” I opened the gate and that little mare took off running
as hard as she could. Lars let her have all the rope he could, and just before that mare went out the gate, Lars sat
down on her. She hit the end of that rope and it was like she hit the side of a mountain.

       Mary said, "I didn't know Lars was that strong."

       "Mary,” he was like a stubbing post. When the mare got up, Lars took her a ways back from the gate
and said, “Open it again, Ras.” As I did, that little mare was off like lightening. Again, just as she got to the
open gate, Lars sat down on her. This time the mare got up and looked around as if to say, "What happened?"

        That went on for about five times, then on the sixth time, I opened the gate and she took off for the open
gate, but this time as she got there, she stopped and started to shake all over. She looked around and then walked
slowly away from the open gate. We opened the gate a few more times, but she never even look at the gate.
Then Lars took off the rope and said, “Open the gate.” The old man said, “Are you sure she won't run?” Lars
smiled and said, “If she does, I'll buy her.”

        I opened the gate and that little mare did not even took at it. We moved her around and opened the gate
again, still she did not try to run. The old man could not believe it. Lars roped her again and took her over to the
old man. He got the halter and put it on her. The old man gave Lars a $1.00 and took off with his horse tied
behind his buggy. We never have seen the mare again.

        “Mary,” there's just no one better with a horse than your brother. He could look a horse in the eyes and
tell you just what kind of horse it was going to be. I hope I can be just half as good as your brother.

        Well, I guess Mary had a hard day, because she didn't say much after I told her the story. In fact, if we
had not been sitting on a tree limb, she might have fallen asleep. We walked back to the big house and I said
good night. Mary said, "Thanks for telling me that story. I hope you will tell me more so I will get to know my
brother better. He is someone very special to me. "

        That was the kind of time we spent together. We sure did feel comfortable and the more time we spent
together, the more satisfying it was to me. I knew she was very young, but I kept telling myself, she's just too
smart to be that young. So, in my mind, she was not young at all.

        I remember a time when things had not gone well at the ranch. I was having a tough time with one of
the older men. He was having a hard time taking orders from a map that was much younger. He was a good
hand and I did not know how to handle him. I was very tired because we had been pushing real hard for about
two weeks. I did not want to let him go and yet, I wanted to him to work with me, not against me.



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         One night I was about to the end of my rope and I started to tell Mary about all my problems. She
listened for a long while and then, I do not know what happened, but she started to sing, "Do what is right, let
the consequence follow." I looked at her and she looked like an angel. I got the strangest feeling, then I started to
sing with her. We sang a few more songs and then we both started to laugh. I started to feel real good inside and
things did not look as bad. (You know, I love to hum the songs we sang that night.) We started back to the big
house. Mary was singing and I was humming right along, with her. She sure knew how to make a person feel
better. For the first time, I started feeling maybe, just maybe, she was the one for me. Yes sir, I think she was the
one I would love to be with forever. I spent as much time as I could with her and there were times that I
wondered what was drawing me to this young lady? I knew she was real young, yet she
was really grownup. She had all kinds of womanly charms. There were times that I got all stirred up inside just
being around her, I would have to just say good night and walk away. The more I thought about her the more I
thought about getting some land of my own. I had this spot of land that was not far from a canal that was being
dug by a Mr. Bothwell. I started asking questions and found out that the land could be homesteaded. I took a
day or two off and went to file on the land. I wish I had the words to tell you how happy I felt inside. Here I was
in my early twenties and I was going to have a place of my own. I knew it was going to take a lot of work but I
knew I had in me. I had to stay working at the ranch, but that was okay. I was a man that had some land and it
made me feel good all over. I started every morning; giving thanks to my God for everything he had blessed me
with. 'My thoughts about Mary were even stronger than I had ever thought possible. I could see her by my side
and my joy was full. As we talked and planned, my heart pounded within me. They were good days. One day I
told Mary that I had to spend more time at the homestead. She said that she did not mind. She took my hand and
things happened inside me that I never knew were there. She made me feel weak in the knees.

         I was working both night and day, saving every penny that I made. One day Mary came up to me and
said, "I hope this will help in some way."

        As she put about $3.00 in my hand, I said, " Oh no, I cannot take this."

        She put her finger on my lips and said, "I hope I have a place on that land with you.

        I stood there without said a word, I wanted to, but there was nothing that would come out

         She looked at me for a long time and then started to turn away. In a voice that I had never heard before, I
said, "I hope so too."

        She turned her head and there was a smile that will be in my mind forever. Then she ran back to the big
house

        One night I was coming back from the homestead and I was really tired. I guess I was feeling a little
sorry for myself all I wanted to do was to get to the bunkhouse. As I passed by the big house, I saw Mary and
she was passing out some sweet rolls to the men and they were all laughing. I looked again and saw Mary
smiling and my heart fell - I thought I had lost her. I stopped and leaned against the porch post. I did not move
or say a word; I just stood there. As I looked at her move from man to man, with the lanterns flickering on her
brown hair, she looked like she had sunshine in it. There was something about the way she moved that did
something to me. I can't tell how it made me feel, but it was making me feel crazy. I wanted to pick her up and
take her away from those rough men. I wanted to protect her.

      As I looked at Mary, she stopped and looked around and then she went into the kitchen. In a minute she
came out with a plate full of sweet rolls and a cup of hot coffee. She walked right out the door and stood in
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front. of me, "You look hungry and tired. I think this will make you feel better." She smiled and said, "I missed
you. I really missed you.

       There was something in her voice and her smile that had never been there before. I got butterflies inside
and said, "I missed you too." I took a roll and the cup of hot coffee and said, "How did you know I was here?"

       She said, "I could just feel you. I can't explain it, I just knew you where here.

       Just then, someone yelled, "I could eat another sweet roll!"

       Mary winked and turned away saying, "I'm on my way."

        I leaned back on the post and I felt real good inside. The sweet roll and coffee really hit the spot. I just
stood there knowing that I was one lucky man. I do not know how long I was there, but it was a long time. My
heart was on fire and sleep was not on my mind. The men left and I could hear Mary clearing up. She came to
the door and said, "If you're not too tired, I would like to talk with you."

       "I would like that and I'm not too tired."

        Soon the screen door opened and she stepped out and took my hand. I stood there looking at her and she
said, "Brrr. I feel a little chill in the air. "

        She let go of my hand and put her cape around her shoulders. Just then the wind caught. Her hair and I
tell you, she looked like a princess to me. I walked over and put my arms around her. I looked into her eyes.
As our eyes met, I knew I loved her and that she loved me. It was the greatest feeling I ever had. I buried my
face in her hair for a second, then I kissed her.

        Without saying a word to one another, we walked slowly hand in hand. I put my arm around her waist
and she leaned into me. I was in heaven, anyway if heaven is like this, I knew I wanted to be there and I wanted
to be there with Mary. I cannot tell you in words how I felt, but being in love and knowing that someone loves
you, well; it makes you feel worth something after all. Well, that is the way I felt that night.

        I can remember as it were today, we walked without thinking where we were going. We walked and
talked for I don't know how long. I stopped and took Mary in my arms. I told her the best I could, how much I
loved her and that I wanted to be with her forever. It was like nothing I had ever felt before. As I pulled her to
me, I felt her softness and got all-weak inside, yet there was a strongness that drove me on. It was like
something was swallowing me up. The love I felt for my Mary, words could not describe it. The only thing that
mattered was Mary and I. It was like the rest of the world had disappeared.

        Well, it happened. I had done the thing that has haunted me all my life. Damn, I felt like death had
come to both of us. I love my Mary, yet I hurt her and I could do nothing about it. Damn it to hell, why did I
not stop? I tried to blame it on my mom and dad and then on Mary's Mom for not telling us. As we walked
back to the big house, hand in hand, my heart was hurting so. I could feel Mary's hurt also, but it was done and
we couldn't undo it. I kissed her good night and told her how sorry I was that I hurt her. I can see the smile in
my head today. She put her hands on my face and kept saying, "It's okay. It's okay." Then she turned and
walked in the house. As she started to close the door, she said, "I love you Rasmus and I will forever. Good
night, my love."


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        As I walked to the bunkhouse, I felt like I could die. There was something inside me that kept saying,
"You're no good, Rasmus. You're just no good." As I lay in my bed, my heart felt like it was going to bust wide
open and I could not understand how anything that was so close to heaven, could also be so close to hell. Then
it hit me, would Mary ever look at me again? Would she marry me" What was I going to say to her mother"
What about my mother? I tell you, things ran through my head that night that to this day, make my blood run
cold. It was a night of heaven and hell. I liked the feeling of heaven and I can tell you, I want nothing to do
with hell. All I knew was, I was going to take care of Mary if she would let me.

          I guess that is why today, I try to understand when people make mistakes. I thought it would never
happen to me because my love for Mary was clean and pure. Yet, look at what I did. I tell you, Satan has more
power than we give him credit for. What I did was only what other people did. It would never happen to me, I
thought. I loved Mary too much to hurt her. Well, sometimes people do things that they should not do. I'll let
God do the judging. I just need to forgive. You know, even as I think about it today, I cannot understand how
God or Mary or anyone can love you when you have done such a thing? It still tears me apart. That was, and
still is, an experience that shakes my soul real hard; I want to tell you, real hard.

        One thing that I do not do very often, is swear. Sometimes I damn and hell, but I save them for real hard
times, like I just told you about, or times when I need to rear up like a good stallion and fight and kick. But I
have never taken the Lord's name in vain. No sir, never and I pray that I never will.

        I want to tell you that Mary and I have been through some hard times, but I think that one with Mary and
me was the worst. I tell you, Mary and I have cried over that night more than anything else in our lives, except
for the time we lost our Edna Mary. That was hard, real hard. You know there's not a day goes by that I don't
think of Edna Mary. Things in this life are hard, real hard.

        I remember the day I went up to the big house and was told that Mary had gone home. I said, "Gone
home?" She had not even said good-bye. There was something wrong and yet, there was nothing I could do
about it, she was gone. Then I was handed a note and I could not read it. I asked Mrs. Buford if she would read
it to me. As she read, my heart swelled within me and my eyes watered up so I could hardly see. Mary told me
how much she loved me and that she was with child. She said that she would always love me and that she did
not blame me for what happened. She said if I did not want to marry her, she understood. I sat down and cried.
Mrs. Buford tried helping me but I could not be helped. Mary was carrying my child and I had no place for her,
not even a barn. Somehow, I was going to marry the girl I loved, and I would take care of that baby. I thanked
Mrs. Buford for her help and walked away.

        Right there and then I started to plan. I spent all the time I could at the homestead. I found an old
grainary and got some friend to help me move it onto the homestead. I worked on it until it was ready to be
lived in. I would go down and see Mary as often as I could. I would tell her how our home was coming. I can
tell you her mother was not happy with me, but she never said a bad word to me. She tried to help in every way
she could. One day I took Mary up to the homestead. I was sure afraid that she would not approve of it even
though she would say she loved it. I fretted all the way, but when she looked at our home she yelled with joy.
"Hurry," she said, "I want to see the inside. "

       As she walked around, she said how fine it looked and that she knew just how to make it warm and cozy.
She asked if I would drive her around the homestead. She wanted to understand and see everything about it.
When we got back to the house, she said, "Rasmus, we will make this the most beautiful farm in the valley."
She smiled and hugged my hand. Then she kissed me and said, "Rasmus, I am so happy."


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       Mary Elvina Johnson (Jorgensen) and I were married on the twenty-third day of September 1892 at Bear
River City, Utah. Mary was just sixteen years old and I was twenty-four years old on our wedding day. After
the wedding and everyone had gone, Mary said, "Let's go home."

       I looked at her and said, "Mary, you have to be tired and that's a long ride."

       "Oh Rasmus, I've got to spend our first married night in our home."

       So I got the buggy and said good-bye to our They did not think too much of our leaving with Mary the
way she was, but Mary had her mind made up and there was no changing it. It was a nice evening, not too cold
and the sky was so clear that it felt like we were going with all the heavens looking down on us. The stars were
blinking down on us.

         We got to the homestead about midnight. We did not have a bed, but I did have a bag filled with straw
that I had slept on, so Mary and I got the blankets that her mother had given us. I lit the lamp that hung on the
door so we could see what we were doing. I told Mary that I was sorry I had not gotten a bed. She smiled and
said; "I'm so tired, I could sleep standing up."

        She just took a blanket and laid down on the straw bed and said good night. Before I could get the things
out of the buggy, Mary was fast asleep. I put the horse away with some hay that I had gotten for some work I did
for Mr. J.M. Stokes. He was the manager of the Central Farm. The farm had sections 1,2,11,13, and 14.

        I did not have much money, so I traded my work for as much as I could. I had cleared only a little of the
sage- brush off the homestead.

        Well, back to Mary and that first night at our home. I got ready for bed and for the longest time 1 stood
there just looking at her, she looked so good. I could hardly stop myself from waking her up and telling her how
much she meant to me. But I did not have the heart to wake her. After a long time, I laid down beside her. The
next thing I remembered was the sun coming up. As I turned, Mary was already up and I could smell the fire in
the stove and bacon cooking. As I started to move, she turned and with a smile said, "Are you going to sleep all
day?"

        Now there are some things you should know right now. I loved Mary more than anything in this world,
and I don't mind telling you. But I was brought up where a man did not show his feelings. We did not hug in
front of people and we did not show affection. Now, that does not mean I did not love my wife and my
children, for I did with all my heart. We showed our love by working hard and providing the things they needed
and teaching them the way to live and work.

        Now, I remember when Wallace's son, Jay, came home from his mission, I was upset when he had his
mission farewell. He had me sit on the stand, but did not ask me to talk. I did not understand that. I let Wallace
know that I might be old but I could still talk. I know Wallace felt bad. Jay had come many times to work with
me. He and his brother, Eldon, were good workers, as were all Wallace's children. Jay was gone for two years
on his mission. He was the first of my grandsons to go on a mission. When he came home, Wallace brought him
up to see me. Jay walked in and I was sitting in my rocker. He came in and walked right up to me and said,
"Hello, Grandpa," and then he kissed me. I almost fell out of my rocker; I think he was the only man that has
ever kissed me. I tell you, that's something that men did not do to men. Jay just smiled and it did not seem to
bother him at all.


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        Sorry, I sometime get thinking about things and I just have to talk about it. Well, Mary stayed with me
at our homestead until the early part of November. She wanted to know everything and we talked about what I
was going to plant and what field I was going to clear next. We talked about the house and what we needed and
how she was going to fix it up. It was a great time for us. I can tell you one thing Mary was a pusher. When she
got something in her mind, she did not let up until it was done. I knew she was going to make me a better man
and I loved her for that.

        Well, the time came for me to take her down to be with her mother. That was, until the baby came. We
had built some corrals and a shed for the horse and cow. But she had to rest and wait for the time the baby was
to come. I did not want to leave her again, but I had to take care of our place and Mary understood that. I told
her I would be back when it was time for the baby to come. She looked at me with those Danish eyes of hers,
flashing at me. Then she said, "You better be here, you better be here."

       I said, "No one can keep me away."

        She smiled and said, "You had better go now or I won't let you go. Please, Rasmus, go now." As I
turned, Mary was trying to smile but I could see tears in her eyes.

      Mary's mother came outside with me. It was cold and snow was falling. She took my hand and said,
"Now, you take good care and I'll look after Mary."

         I thanked her for everything, knowing Mary was in good hands. I stepped up in the buggy and then I
started to say, "I sure do" but the words were hard to say.

        She looked up at me with a smile and said, "I know Rasmus. I know how sorry you are that you hurt me.
But this I know, you are a good man and you love and will take good care of my Mary."

       I sat there for a while and looked into her mother's eyes, finally words came out in a whisper, "You can
count on that and thank you." With that, I slapped the horse on the rump and I was off.

        It was November twenty-fifth when a rider came and said, "Mrs. Johnson says it is time you came. " I
did not even thank him. I just started to put things up and in no time, I had the horse ready to go. I stepped in the
buggy and was off to see my Mary and our new baby. Our little Constance Retta was born the twenty-sixth of
November 1892 at Bear River City, Utah.

         I could not believe that a baby could turn a man into such a big baby himself I was so proud and she was
just right, yes sir, just right. Mary looked at me and then the baby, she smiled and said, "She is sure a picture to
look at, Rasmus, isn't she?"

       "Sure is", I said. I could not believe how little she was. I was afraid to touch her. Her little fingers and
toes were so tiny and her nose and mouth, oh yes, what a picture. I looked at her and thought how wonderful
she was. I said in my mind, "I love you, my little angel. Yes, your daddy loves you. "

          Mother Johnson took my arm and said, "Well, Rasmus, you are a daddy now. How do you like your
little girl?"

       I did not look at her. All I could do was feel, there was a long silence, the words just would not come
out. Then as a whisper, I said, "I feel wonderful." They just smiled. They knew I was not much for words, but
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they also knew I was so proud and happy. I had a sweet little baby girl and I had a wonderful wife. Most of all,
I was happy they were both well and strong.

       I was back and forth to the homestead. Going back and forth to Bear River and the homestead was such
a long way, but I seemed to just fly down to my Mary and little Retta I was a happy man.

         At last, Mary and my little Retta were ready to come home. We said out good-byes and Mother and
Mother Johnson gave little Retta hugs and kisses. Mary threw her arms around her mother and held on for a
long time. Mother Johnson said, "Mary, I am so proud of you. Now, you take good care of our little girl and
don't forget to keep her warm." I helped Mary up into the buggy and with a click and snap of the reins, Old
Tom started off in a little trot. Mary turned and waved and waved until she could no longer see anyone. She
then turned and slipped her hand in my arm and laid her head on my shoulder. We must have rode quite awhile
without saying a word to each other. She had her thoughts and I had mine. Then Mary looked at me and with
her face nice and pink from the cold weather, said, with a smile, "Rasmus, I want you to know I am the happiest
girl in the world and I got the best man any girl could ask for."

        She laid her head back on my shoulder and started to sing. You know, after all the years that have gone
by, I can still feel her next to me and hear her sweet voice singing. All I can say is, she was and still is a
wonderful wife and lady.

        Spring came and we worked together clearing the sagebrush. It was hard work and at night, we would
light the big pile of sage on fire. Mary, along with little Retta, and I would stand and watch. It looked wonderful
at night. The fire would leap high in the night air. It was a sight to behold.

         One day in the early spring, a knock came at the door and I went to see who it was. It was Mrs. Sarah
Ann Summers. She was a widow who lived down the road a spell and had a family of boys and girls. I asked her
to step inside. She had a sweet smile. Mary stood up and asked her if she would sit. She thanked Mary, but said,
"I have meant to stop by, but just have not taken the time to do so."

       I looked at her and said, "This is my wife Mary and I am Rasmus."

       She looked at Mary and then smiled as little Retta started to fuss. "It sounds as if you forgot the most
important one," she said.

       "Oh, of course, this is our baby, little Constance Retta," Mary said.

         Mrs. Summers stepped a little closer and looked a long time. She turned and said with a smile, "She is a
little doll."

         It seems as if little Retta knew we were talking about her. She opened her eyes and stretched. She then
looked up and smiled. I could have popped all my buttons, I was so proud. Mary said, "Are you sure you won't
sit for awhile?"

      "No," she said, "But I do have to ask Mr. Anderson if he could help me. I have a sick horse and I do not
know what is wrong

      I started to say something and before I could, Mary spoke up and said, "Rasmus would be happy to help.
He knows everything there is to know about horses.
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       I got my hat and coat and turned to Mary. "I'll be back soon."

        Mary was out of her chair and said, "I'll be coming with you. I'll need to know what to do if I am here
alone and our horse gets sick." I started to say "no", but Mary seemed not to hear me. She was ready before I
could say a thing. I looked at Mrs. Summers, who smiled back with a look that let me know I had a real woman
for my wife. Without a word we were out the door and Mrs. Summers said, "I'll be bringing you back and my
girls will be happy to look after your baby while you look at my horse."

       Mary said, "Thank you, Mrs. Summers."

      With a snap of the reins, we were off I did not said a word. I had a smile in my heart. Oh, how I loved
my Mary.

       On the way home, Mrs. Summers thanked us for all our help and as we said good night, she said, "I
would be pleased if you would call me Sarah. We are neighbors and I would like us to be Friends. "

       Both Mary and I spoke together, "Thank you, Mrs. Summers."

       Mary said, "We mean, Sarah."

       She smiled and said, "No, I thank you. You take good care of that baby and have a good night. "

       At that, we walked to our home with little Retta safe and sound in her mother's arms. Sarah and her
family became great Friends. That was much comfort to me. When I was away working, I knew Sarah was there
to comfort and help my Mary.

         Sometimes I had to be away working to provide for my family. I sheared sheep and went to doctor cattle
and horses. I would hire out by the day or week and even sometimes I was gone for a month or so. Mary did not
like to see me go, but it was what had to be done. While I was gone, she would do whatever needed to be done
around the homestead. She would do the milking and clearing the land so one day I would not have to hire out
and be gone.

        Well, this one night I came in after being gone for a day or so. Mary had some hot water ready so I could
take a bath. She said, "As soon as you clean up, I'll have something special to eat and then I have a surprise for
you."

        After my bath, I sat down and I blessed the food, which we always did, I ate and then Mary brought me
some rolls that would turn anyone's head. The smell itself would make one's mouth water, and the taste, it made
you feel you were in heaven. As I finished and was licking my fingers to get the very last of the taste, Mary
came over and stood by me. She handed little Retta to me and said, "She missed you." I looked into her eyes and
talked to her. She smiled and did her best to talk back. She would reach out and take hold of my finger and
smile. She made my heart jump inside me. I was a happy man.

       Mary did not say a word; she just stood there watching. After awhile, she said, "Do you like her?"

       I looked up with a look that must have shocked her. I said, "Do I like hem? I could not think of her not
being with us." I lifted her close to me and kissed her. "I love her with all that is within me."
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        "Well, do you think you could love another one?"

        I jumped to my feet, still holding Retta, and said, "Are you telling me .... ?"

        Mary cut me off and said, "Yes, you are going to be a daddy again."

        I looked at little Retta and said, "Did you hear that? You're going to have a little

Brother," then I stopped and looked at Mary, "I hope it's a boy. Is that okay if I hope?''

       Mary smiled and took my arm and said, "Yes, you can hope but all I want is a nice healthy baby."

  Well, on March 21, 1894 Edna Mary came into the world. She was perfect, just like Retta. I had -taken Mary
  down to Bear River City to be with her mother. I knew she would be in good hands and my mother could be
                                         able to look after little Retta

        I had to work hard and Mary did all she could to help me. I was happy but hated it when I had to go away
to shear sheep in Idaho. I longed to be home with my family. Sarah and her family looked after Mary like she
was one of their own, and that was a comfort to me and to Mary.

         They started to call the community we lived in as Roseville. It seemed like a nice name and so we came
to live in Roseville, along with Sarah and her family. It made us feel like we were in a real community and that
made us proud.

        Then on November 18, 1896, Alice Erma came into the world. Then Nina Mable was born on December
18, 1897. We had to move into a larger home that we built. It was a little bigger about 12 feet by 14 feet and it
was much warmer. I started to build a room on the south side. We needed more room. Retta was now five years
old and Mary had more than she could do. She would make butter and sweet rolls. Then she would load the girls
in the buggy and went around selling her baked goods. It did not take long before everyone wanted to have
Mary's butter and rolls. I had to spend more and more time working our land early in the morning and late at
night, because I also had to hire out by day as much as I could. Mary would put the harness on Old Tom and
hook him to a slide that I had made. She would put two barrels on it and go down to the canal and bring them
back full of water. Some days Mary would make two trips. As I look back on it, I just do not how she did all that
she did. I tell you, she worked hard and yet, she was a lady, yes sir, a real lady.

        It seemed that as soon as Edna was able to walk, she was with me. We did everything together. Retta,
Alice, and Mable liked to be with their mother, but Edna wanted to be with her daddy. Yes, sir, she was her
Daddy's girl. Now don't you (let the idea that I did not love my other girls, I did, but Edna was different in ways
that are hard to explain. She loved the outdoors and so she went everywhere with me.

      Wallace Ervin was born September 23, 1899. 1 had myself a boy! I was in heaven. I asked Mary what
we were going to name him. She looked at me and said, "His name will be Wallace. I want to name him after
Mr. Wallace. He was always so nice to me."

I smiled and said, "Well, Wallace it will be." Wallace was the first of our children born in our home in now
what is called Bothwell. Our little community was so thankful that the canal was brought to us. To thank John
R. Bothwell for all his work and help; we changed the name from Roweville to Bothwell. That all happened in
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1892. I remember looking at Mary and telling her, "One day we will bring a little canal up here at the top of our
land and then we will really have some good crops." It was not many years until that came to pass and our farm
became one of the best in the Valley.

       One day we were sitting and looking at the farm and Mary said, "Daddy, I want you to build us a new
home right over there. I want a porch that runs from front to back."

       I looked at here with a look in my eyes that made her ask, "What's the Matter?''

       I said, "I have been working that out in my mind for some time now and I also wanted a porch."

       She smiled at me and said, "You see, Daddy, we even think alike now." She poked me in the ribs and
laughed, I can see her eyes, they were, I can't find the words, well, so wonderful. They make the hardest man in
the world melt before her and when she was mad, they could look right through you. Oh, I long for her. She was
an angel, yes, my lovely angel. Yes, I can say she was my gift from God. You know, I still look into the heavens
and say thank you, dear God, yes, thank you for my lovely Mary

        Well, next came Amy Ruth. She came to us April 28, 1902 and soon Vera Fern came on May 12, 1904.
Next was LeLand Lawrence on January 14, 1906, then Ruby on September 18, 1907, Milton John on March 18,
1909, them Norma Estella on March 8, 1911, Reed J on October 15, 1912, Cleon was born May 8, 1914, Clyde
Merrell came into the world on March 1-7, 1916, then Golden R on August 31, 1917 and then our last, Wanda
Elva was born on August 11, 1919. Yes, that is sixteen in all. Every one was wonderful and I loved each and
every one. Yes, each was different and we had many a fight with them, but all in all, I can say we had a lot of
good times.

        I guess the hardest time I ever had was when Edna came to Mary and I and said she had a bad pain in her
side. We told her to go lay down, but she said it did not seem to help. We told her to get ready because I was
going to take her to the doctor. She looked at me and said, "Daddy, I want to go to the big dance at the church.
Everyone will be there. I will be okay until tomorrow. We can go to the doctor then."

       I told her, "No, I feel I should take you now."

       She begged and begged. I stood my ground for a long time, but then I gave in. She put her arms around
me and held me tight. She kissed me and said, "Daddy, I am so happy. "

        I will never forget how happy she looked. I asked her to be careful and if she started to feel bad to come
straight home. She smiled and said, "Daddy, I will be careful and I will come home if I get feeling bad, but I will
be fine."

       I looked at her and she said, "Daddy, I'll be fine, you'll see, I'll be fine."

       She got all tied into her corset and put on her best dress. She danced around to show she was fine. Then
she gave her mother a kiss and then she walked over to me with a smile that will always be with me. She kissed
me and said, "I love you, Mama and Daddy.

        Out the door she went as happy as a lark. I was told that she danced very dance, that was, until she
fainted. They brought her home and I got ready to take her to the doctor in Ogden. They had loosened her corset,
but that did not help the pain. We hurried and did as much as we could, but it was not enough. My Edna died on
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October 10, 1911. I kept saying I shouldn't have let her go to that dance, I shouldn't have let her go. It was my
fault she died, it was my fault. God forgive me, it was my fault. I asked time and time again, dear God let her
live, please God, let her live. Take me, oh take me, but let her live. It was not to be. My Edna was gone. That
was hard on Mary and me, but we had to go on for the rest of our family. But, it was hard my it was hard. You
know I still talk to her and tell her how much I love her. I miss her so.

       Now, I have not said much about church, but most all of us went every Sunday. Mama would stay home
with the babies, but we would walk to church and sing the songs I loved on the way. 'Come, Come Ye Saints',
'We Thank Thee O God for a Prophet', 'O My Father' and 'Let Us All Press On'. I would sing or hum them all
the time. I guess it was quite a sight, my kids and I, walking to church every Sunday. Some people said I had a
Ward right in my own family.

        Most of the activities of the community was carried on in the L.D.S. church. Joseph M. Stokes was the
presiding Elder, which took in Bothwell, Thatcher, Penrose, and Promontory. I believe it was somewhere
around June 1898 the J.M. Stokes was called to be the first Bishop of the Bothwell Ward.

        Now, my brother, Carl, married Mary's sister, Sophia. Now, she was another grand lady. They were
married December 2, 1889. Carl was a good man but he had got in with the wrong bunch when he was young.
He just could not leave the bottle alone. He worked hard and had a wonderful family, but the bottle seemed to
take over his life. He and Sophia had thirteen children and they were good kids. One day in December, yes, it
was December 19, 1908; word came that Carl was dead. My heart hurt for Sophia and her children. They lived
just east of us a mile or so. Sophia came to the house after she had buried Carl. We all sat around talking,
seeing what needed to be done. Sophia said she had very little money and did not know what to do. I looked at
Mary and then said, "We are family and we will take care of each other. Your family is my family and
everything is going to work out fine."

      I could see the look on her face. Where there had been pain, there was a look of peace. Well, her kids
were with us most every day and one-day Dick looked at me and asked, "What are we to call you?"

      I looked at him, took my hat off and rubbed my head. Then I said, "Why don't you call me Uncle
Daddy."

        A big smile came upon his face and he said, "Uncle Daddy, Uncle Daddy." He turned and looked at the
other kids and said, "Now, you all remember this is our Uncle Daddy.

       From that day on, I was Uncle Daddy to them and after awhile, even the older men and women started to
call me Uncle Daddy or Daddy Anderson. I did not mind at all. In fact, I sort of liked the sound of it.

       Mary said, "You know Rasmus, you got just about as big a family as old Father Adam." We both got a
chuckle out of it, but it seemed to stick and I liked it. Anyway, Sophia and her family were taken care of and
one day I can look my Heavenly Father in the eye and tell him we did the best we could. You know, I can say I
loved all twenty-nine of my kids.

         When my Mary passed away and went to see the Lord, I did not understand why I had to stay. I loved
life, but when Mary went, my heart went with her. I talk with her and Edna every day and I tell them that I will
be coming soon. You know I am looking forward to that day. Mary is my eternal love and I will be by her side.
Yes, I will be by my beautiful, sweet Mary.


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        Well, a lot of people asked me about the clothing we bought our kids and the cars that I drove. Well, I
believe that if you can buy the very best you could buy with the money you have, you're a lot better off than just
buying the cheapest you could find. There was a store in Brigham City named Blocks. I felt the people were
honest and their clothing was of good quality. I would take everyone down twice a year and buy the best I could
afford. It seemed to work fine for us.

        Now about my cars, well, let's go back to my horses. I loved my horses and I wanted the best I could get.
I also knew they helped me with all our work, so I felt if I took the best care of them, they would take good care
of me. When I did that, they did also. When I got a buggy, I got the best I could afford. I wanted my wife and
family to be proud of who they were and what they looked like. So, I bought the best. But you know, those old
buggy seats were hard. It may sound fun to you to ride in a bumpy old buggy, but after all those years; it was not
fun to me. So, when cars came out and I could afford one, I looked around. I liked the Buick. I still remember
their saying, "When a better car is built, Buick will build it. " I liked that, so I have always bought and drove a
Buick.

       Now, I know my time is coming to an end, I don't know when but that doesn't much bother me. I have
made lots of mistakes in my life. I know my life has been full. I raised my family and did with them the best I
knew how and now they are on their own. I only hope and pray they will do their best and my grandson and
granddaughter will do the same. This life is hard and if we can do our best, then the good Lord will look upon us
and say, "Well done."

        I could go on and on about each and every one of my kids and their families, but I might say something
that may hurt someone, and that I do not want to do. So I'll just say, "You've had the best mother and
grandmothers that anyone could ask for. Mary and I are proud of each of you and we are proud of our
grandchildren. I would, I mean, Mary and I would like to say we love you all. Please, be the best you can be, and
if you keep the Lord in your life, you will be the best and we will look down on you with pride and love."

Rasmus died 29 Sept 1958, and was buried 2 Oct. 1958 next to his beloved wife Mary.

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                                        Addendum

Some recollections from the family were compiled. These are the stories that each of them related.

                              Nina Mable recalls her Dad and Mother

        I suppose some of the family have probably written you about some of the savings of Dad, so I am going
to skip that, but I do not think our father messed up the English language too much. His English was pretty good
when you think of the limited amount of schooling he had.

       I will commence with the close relationship dad and uncle Lars had after Dad and Mother's marriage.
They loved each other dearly and visited often at each of their homes. I think they were concerned about land
dealings and stock buying, cattle and horses.

        They had a lot in common with the Church. Uncle Lars was a Bishop for twenty-five years in Bear River
City and Dad was in the bishopric form 1909 to 1913 as second counselor to Bishop J.M. Stokes with Robert C.
Harris as first counselor. Then from 1913 to 192 1, Dad was first counselor the Bishop John L. Hunsaker with
Moses P. Jorgensen as second counselor. From 1921 to 1928 Dad was first counselor to Bishop Moses P.
Jorgensen with Joseph Newman as second counselor. That is some nineteen years of service.

        The land Dad owned was the home and the dry land above the small canal, which was owned by the
railroad. If you wanted the land, you had to select the track of land, then improve it by living on it for six
months out of the year, for five to ten years. This was not very easy. The conditions for living were so bad; not
many people wanted to undertake such a deal. Mother and Dad took the deal. They lived on the homestead in
the summer and in the winter they moved to Bear River City. This way the land did not cost any money. The
pastureland (company pasture) and the other dry land, up by the cemetery, I cannot tell you about at all. Yes,
their home was a remodeled grainery they put windows in it and fixed it so it would be warmer. They made a
division in it so the bedroom was separated from the kitchen. My oldest sister, Retta told me about it, for she
had lived it if for a few years. Edna also lived in it.

         Retta told me when Father went shearing sheep, in the early spring; Mother was left alone with the two
little girls, Retta and Edna. They were so frightened because there was not a house around for 2 miles. They
were frightened to stay alone, so they would do the chores early in the evening, and then they would walk two
miles to Aunt Sophia's and stay with her. There was only a cow trail along the big canal bank all the rest was
thick sagebrush. Then in the morning, they would go home to do the chores. This would go on sometimes for
six weeks. Edna was a real small child and so they would have to carry her. This made if very difficult for them.

        In about 1904, Father built a new home, which consisted of one large room, two bedrooms, a slope on
the back for the kitchen, and a porch. This is the one 1, Mable, lived in until I was nine or ten years old. I think
the old grainery house is still standing up home, at least part of it because we used it for a milk house.

        I was small, but I can remember romping on the nice clean straw Mother put under her home woven
carpet. Mother let us romp on it to break down the straw. The kitchen and the bedrooms had congoleum rugs on
the floor. We would scrub them to keep them clean. Quite a number of us lived in this house and there was not
much room, so we had folding beds. They were let down at night and folded back up in the morning. They were
a pretty piece of furniture made from nice stained wood. I think we had three folding beds and Mother and Dad
had a double bed in their room. Now our beds were not cold. Dad would keep a fire going most all night and


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Mother made nice fluffy quilts from outing flannel with pure wool batting tied with wool yam. Of course there
were always two in a bed and sometimes three, if our cousins stayed overnight.

        We also had a garden. We raised mostly potatoes, corn, peas, beans and radishes. We had a root cellar to
put our vegetables in. Father dug a hole in the earth and line it with straw. Then he put a canvas over the straw,
then the vegetable on the canvas, and then another canvas covered with straw, then sand and heavy soil. There
was a small entrance at one end so we could get into the pit cellar. Every night Father would ask, "Did anyone
get into the root cellar'" If we said, "Yes," he would ask, “did you cover up the entrance?" Most of the time he
went out and checked it himself.

        When we were younger, our clothes were passed down but Mother did a lot of patching, especially with
the overall, shirts and underwear. Mother also put new feet in the work socks for the boys. They loved them.
They said the material she used was so soft. They would rather wear Mother's patched socks than new ones. I
never remembered going to school with patches on our clothes. Sometimes in the spring, when marble games
were at their best, Mother would put in some new knees. The boys did not mind.

        Some of the younger kids graduated from high school when Bear River High School was built. The
older kids had to go to Box Elder High School, that is were 1, Mable, went to.

       Ruby and Amy were the only one of us kids that went on missions as we were growing up.

        I remember Dad would always bring Mother gifts when he came home from being away. Mother loved
nice things. She loved pretty dishes and they are what I remember the most. Father bought Mother a fur coat, but
she would not wear it for a long time. She thought it was too fancy for her. After she started to wear it, she fell
in love with it and was very happy to have it.

        I think they got the piano in 1912. I know I took lessons on it when I was fourteen years old. Father gave
Mother the organ as a wedding gift. We had it in the second home and Aunt Lena would come and play while
Retta and Edna sang. We sang a lot at home, especially at family parties.

        Some of the things we did were musical chairs candy pulls most every night, along with popcorn. Father
would not let us have face cards in the house, so we played rook, donkey, and old maid. We also played 50
cents. There would be four sit on one side of the table and four sit on the other side. We would take the fifty
cents and we would all put our hand under the table and move the fifty cents to one another. When we were
ready, our captain would say, ready. We would bring our hands up on the table with one of us having the fifty
cents in our hand. As we brought our hands up, we would all put them flat on the table, trying not to let the other
side know who had the fifty cents. The other team would put their heads together and try to come up with the
one who had the fifty cents. Their captain then would call out the name of the person they thought had the fifty
cents. The team would all turn over their hands so the other side could see who had the fifty cents. If they were
wrong, then the team got to keep the fifty cents and it would start all over again. If they named the right person,
then the fifty cents went over to the other team. They tried to get their hands flat on the table without anyone
knowing who had the fifty cents. On and on it would go. We all thought this was a lot of fun. The team that won
the game got fifty points and the first team to 500 won. Father really liked this game and he loved to play with
us.

       Father's word was law and that was it. He and Mother always talked about things and who should do
what, but it was Father who told us what we were to do. Mother always backed up Father, and if someone did
not do what they were suppose to do, well, Mother told Father and we were punished. Father was the head of the
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house and everyone knew it. This I can say, Father was always fair. When he had to go to work, Mother knew
what was to be done and she would make sure we knew what we were to do. As I look back, they were a team
and that is why they were successful.

        Edna was a real daddy's girl and was with him in the fields most all the time. She had beautiful brown
hair and she was real fair skinned. As I remember her, she always had a smile. She loved the young kids and
always played with them and was pleasant with them. I can still see her in a very pretty pink dress that she wore
for Sunday. She was always fun to be around. I was about thirteen years old when she died.

        I never knew my Grandfather Jorgensen (Johnson). I never saw him nor do we have a picture of him.
When Grandmother Johnson would come to visit, she did not spend much time with us kids. She was always
busy helping to cook or other things around the house. She loved fish, so the boys would go over to Salt Creek
and catch some big carp and bring them home to Grandma. Grandmother Johnson would clean them and then
cook them. Sometimes she would bake them. They were delicious. She was a thrifty, ambitious person. She was
clean and a very special reader. She would get her newspaper from Denmark and read it to us. She loved to read
to us about the things that were going on in Denmark. She would try and teach us kids to speak Danish. We
would have a lot of fun trying. She was a woman with much courage, with a testimony of the Gospel of Jesus
Christ. She worked in the Salt Lake Temple.

        Remember Father changed his name to Anderson because he wanted it to be American. It caused
problems with some of his brothers. They felt he was giving up his Danish heritage. Father would say, "I'm not
Danish, I'm American." So, Grandmother's last name was Andraeson. She would come to our home often and
stay a few days. She was short and chunky, but so sweet. She was always jolly and when she came, she would
make sugar lumps, which we all loved. She loved us and played games with us.

Father built our present house in 1909 or 19 10. It was somewhere around there because Edna died in 1911 and
we were in the house then.




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                    Mable Anderson Stokes wrote this tribute to her mother on May 14. 1972

       I'm grateful for a mother who was an example through and through. Thrifty and devoted to her husband
and family too.

        Faithful in her duties as a mother and Wife meeting every challenge in a world of toil and strife.

        She pioneered this valley, with Father by her side. She settled here in Bothwell, when she became a
bride

       And to this gracious mother, God instructed a noble plan; a home to build, a family to rear, by the aid of
His helping hand.

       Now homes were ordained in Heaven, and so it is on earth. A place for all His children, where they
might come at birth.

       She accepted this great challenge, and her family grew and grew. Each sustained with a mother's love;
she was patient, kind and true.

        She met life's hardships bravely; she always had a smile. When trials came and the way was long; she
had strength for the second mile.

        Her tasks they were, oh, so many; indeed, I couldn't say; how many she accomplished, in just a single
day.

        Her life was full of sharing, as she lifted a heavy load; Helping someone reverently, to travel down life's
road.

        She shared with God her husband that his work might continue on, toiling away so patiently, from
dawn'til setting sun.

        Busy, busy, busy --- always on the go, busy with her children and the Lord's work; Helping each one
grow.

        She taught us well in wisdom, tried to help us understand- Instilled in each tender, growing heart, a love
for the gospel plan.

        Her one and sole ambition, was to guide her children fight. Unselfishly she gave her all, that they might
see the light.

        I really never understood, the greatness of her call; but then I pause to realize how much she helped us
all.

       But the world is full of mysteries and puzzles on every hand. So many things we do not know, and
cannot understand.

       There was much she did accept in faith, as her daily living proves. Beyond her veiled and earth-bound
mind, the Lord Creator moved.

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       He knew the answer to it all, and, oh, her faith was true. He did sustain and carry her, until every task
was through.

       And when we prayed together, for God to sustain us through the day. Her love was ever present, to guide
us on our way.

        She prayed for faith and courage, that she might do her part. To bring to friends and her family, the
desires of her heart.

       I know you could not realize, Mother, how much you mean to me. For all in me that is worthwhile, you
helped me find the key.

        And so I speak for each of us, upon this Mother's Day, your sweet, influential spirit, with us will ever
stay.

        We're glad he sent us to you, that together we might share our happiness eternally, and live forever there.




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                                   Memories of Home by Golden Anderson

        Being the youngest boy in a family of six-teen children, with only one girl younger than myself, I was
given the job of herding cows. I was only about eight or nine years old when I was assigned to this task. I would
gather up the neighbor's cattle from a mile south of where we lived and along with our own cattle, I would take
them up on the hills west of our place where I would herd alone all day.

        My Dad bought a large Arabian horse from our neighbor up at Blind Springs. Dolf Harris sold it to Dad
for twenty-five dollars. I thought I was a pretty special kid to have a horse like that. A year later, Dad bought a
saddle for thirty-five dollars. Now I knew for sure I was the luckiest and richest kid in Bothwell. But when Dad
brought home a pair of cowboy boots, I knew for sure I was the proudest and most special cowboy around. I
watched those cattle as if they were the most prized possessions on earth.

       I remember many times Dad and I riding the west hills checking on our cattle. This was from the time I
was a young boy until I was a grown man. He was always teaching and giving instructions as we rode along.

        When I was still quite a young boy, but old enough to be doing work on the farm, Dad would give orders
to everyone in the morning for the day's work. Then he would take off for the church, where he spent the day
helping to construct our new church building. This went on for a full summer. Everybody had a job to do. We
were lined out like a team of horses.

       All the boys had a job plowing with horses and old plows. I ended up driving eight horses plowing the
dry farm. This went on for over a period of three weeks. Dad would bring my lunch up at noon to the field. As
soon as I had eaten, I was back plowing again.

      We raised a lot of sugar beets. Dad would plow them and all of us boys and girls would do the topping.
Some of the girls were the best toppers, and my sister Amy was the best topper of all.

        I believe Mother was the backbone of the family. She did more actual work in her lifetime than any of
us, including Dad.

        Dad was a man who, each morning at the breakfast table took up the full breakfast time telling what
should be done during the day. Since I never did leave the old homestead, I heard his instructions for many
years. Usually the tasks were greater than there were hours in the day. There was no time for rest or relaxation
during the daylight hours, for when one job was completed, the next one was waiting. Dad always gave a person
more jobs to do in a day than a person could do.

        Because of the work on the farm, I was kept out of school quite a lot. I was unable to keep up in my
schoolwork. Dad thought getting the farm work done was more important than school, and because I was a
willing person to stay home, I was the chosen one.

        Until I was married, I had never purchased any clothing for myself Dad would go into Brigham City to
his favorite store and buy all the clothing we needed. They were never shoddy clothes, for he always bought the
best. Although sometimes the fit wasn't just fight, we wore them anyway. I wore shoes that were too small for
my feet, which the proof is the condition of my feet today.

     Our winters used to be very severe. The snow would be very deep and would drift over the fence lines. I
remember one winter when I was a boy; I got to go with my Dad to Tremonton to take a ten-gallon can of cream

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to sell. We went in the sleigh and it was cold and the drifts were very rough. By the time we got to Tremonton, a
ride of about seven and a half miles, well most of the cream had sloshed out of the can. When we arrived, there
wasn't enough cream left to sell. That cream was to be our grocery money for the week. We came home cold
and empty handed, no groceries that week.

        When fruit season came along, Dad would go into Brigham City and bring back a car loaded with fruit.
He owned a Buick and it had open sides. When it was cold, Dad would put curtains on. He had gone to Brigham
City to get a load of watermelons. Since it was summer, he did not put the curtains on the side. It was late when
he arrived home, so we didn't have any melons that night, but we were anticipating the next day. When we got
up in the morning, there sat the car, slobbered all over. The melons were all eaten, not a spear of a melon left.
One of the horses had gotten out that night and had himself a least.

       My sister Vera wanted to go to Preston, Idaho to see her boyfriend. Dad said she would have to hoe
weeds before she could go. She hoed weeds for three weeks and did about fifty acres. What a price to pay to see
her boyfriend.

        When I married, I brought my wife home to live with Dad and me. Mother had died on September 1,
1952, the year before. Dad was still driving a car and going into Tremonton each day to bring home "goodies"
for his afternoon coffee time. Every day about two or three o'clock, people would drop in for visiting and coffee
or soft drinks. The table was a long banquet size and there would be plenty of good food to eat and
conversations would carry on around that table until four or five o'clock. This was an everyday ritual. Dad was a
coffee drinker, but none of his family ever got the habit.

        Dad drove his car up until the last summer of his life. That summer my wife would take him all the
places he wished to go. It was a hard thing for him to do that is to give up his driving. He liked to make it into
Tremonton each day and he also liked to drive around Bothwell to see the farmers and their crops.




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                                                From Amy Ruth

       I was born of goodly parents, therefore, I was taught in all the learning of my parents.

       I am Amy Ruth, the sixth child of Mary Johnson Anderson and Rasmus Anderson. I was born April 28,
1902 at Bothwell, Utah, Box Elder County. I have fond memories of my home life. Our home was a happy
home, peace and love was within its walls. I cannot think of home without thinking of my wonderful parents, for
they were one in all things and they were both kind, thoughtful, gentle, loving, and hard workers. My mother
worked in the fields and kept things going. She knew what needed to be done and went about doing it. In the
process, she taught her children the great blessings of work. With all her duties as a wife, mother, cook, wash
maid, and field manager, she was an angel of a mother, in fact, my father used to call her his angel.

        Oh, thank God for my father, for he was a man that stood for truth and did not back down one wit. He
was always happy, even when things seemed to get going wrong. He, along with Mother, taught us to live good
clean lives, the importance of work, and we were taught to always be kind to people, no matter their color or
creed. We were taught we were all God's children and we needed to respect their feelings. Father did his part
caring for the poor and sick. He spent many hours doing for them the things they could not do for themselves.
There was never a bad thing said about him. He would say God had blessed us and it is up to us to bless
someone and be thankful for that blessing also.

       Father was a good provider and Mother was an excellent homemaker. They seemed to make a great
team. When things seemed to load up on Father, Mother was always there to put things in order. Then when
mother could not take anymore, Father would come home with a song and things were back to normal again. No
one went away from our home hungry. There was always food and many friends graced our table. Everyone was
made welcome.

         Mother's thin or Danish pancakes were my favorite, but her bread dough cake was out of this world.
Then there were her Danish dumplings. My mouth waters just thinking about them. Her bread, well, tasted like
sweet rolls and she would bake every day and I mean every day. I will never forget the eight loaves of the best
bread that could be made, coming out of the oven. That fresh bread with honey, my, if I stop and think about it, I
can still taste it. No one could cook like Mother. I can still see her in the kitchen making bread or pies or
"goodies". She would get that old wood stove going and when everything was ready, she would open the oven
door and put her hand in to make sure it was not too hot or not too cold. If it needed more heat, she would open
the draft or she would close it just the right amount. When it was just right, in would go the goodies and when
they came out, they were fit for a king.

        Father and Mother were faithful latter-day Saints. How I remember walking to church with Father when
I was a young girl, hand in hand. He would tell us stories or he would sing his favorite songs. "Come, Come Ye
Saints", "We Thank The 0 God For a Prophet", "High on the Mountain Tops", or my favorite, "0 My Father".
Father loved to sing it was two miles to the church and they were two of my most cherished miles.
        Friends and family would come to the house for a get-together and Father loved it. They would ask
Father to sing and he loved it, it did not take much encouragement. They would say, "Uncle Daddy, sing us
some of the songs you would sing as a young cowboy." He would smile and start singing, he could sing for
hours. Father loved to entertain. I wish I could remember the songs he sang. One was about a girl and something
about a map. I wish we knew them.

       Father loved Christmas and we always had a tree that touched the ceiling. It had to be trimmed just so.
We all helped but Mother and Father always made sure it was done just right. It was always beautiful. I must tell
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you that there was always a special spirit in our home, but on Christmas there was a spirit of love that still rings
in my heart.

        Father served in the bishopric for nineteen years and loved to serve people. He was always there to lend
a helping hand.

         We all had to work in the fields and work, we did. Father raised a lot of sugar beets and we were up early
and worked late. It never failed, each day about 10:30 in the morning and again at 3:30 in the afternoon, here
came Father out in the fields with some refreshment. While we had our refreshments, Father would make sure
we were doing a good job. He would walk over the rows we had thinned, to see if they were up to his standards.
If the job was not up to standard, he would say, "If a Job is worth doing, it's worth doing right. So, let's get back
there and do the job right." We all tried to do the best we could because there is nothing worse than doing the
same row twice.

         After the beets were thinned, we all got new clothes for the year. Father would take us to Brigham City
and he would get the best money could buy. Father was blessed with the ability to choose good things and he did
all the buying. Mother did not go with us very much, but she was always pleased with our clothes. Father loved
to shop and he was very good at it and Mother was happy to let him.

         Father was good at everything he did. He always had good tools; horses and a good dog each had special
care. If it needed repair, it was to be repaired before it was put back. He loved his home and farm and took good
care of both. He loved his grandchildren and loved it when they were around. If they were small, he would rock
and sing to them until they were asleep. The older ones, he would give sugar lumps or candy. Everyone wanted
to go to Grandpa's. Father and Mother made everyone welcome.

         They taught us that there was a God and that He loved us and was our Heavenly Father and we were His
spirit children. They taught us that He heard and answered our prayers and that the gospel of Jesus Christ is true.
The truth they taught us still rings deep in my heart and soul.

       God bless the memory of my wonderful parents. May their love ring loud and clear for all.




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                    SHORT SKETCH OF MARIE DORTHEA BRINK JORGENSON
                              (MOTHER OF MARY ANDERSON)

       It was early in June 1868 and we were ready to leave our homeland of Denmark and everything that we
had known for the new land and then on to Zion. We wanted to follow the Prophet of God. It was a bitter -
sweet day.

       My name is Marie Dorthea Brink Jorgenson. My parents were Christopher Brink and Sophia Jacbenson
Brink. I was born in Stege, Denmark on 30 June 1834.

        I had a wonderful life in Denmark and I love my Mother and Father with all my heart. They were good
to me and I always felt safe and happy. One day I met a man that I knew would someday be my husband. On
the 5 day of April 1855 I married the man of my dreams, I was so happy that I was the wife of this special man.
Yes, I was the wife of Hans Jorgenson. We were happy and enjoying being with each other. I looked forward
to the day I would be the Mother of his children. We had been married about six years when we met the
Mormon Missionaries, I did not know it at the time but meeting them (The Mormons) would change our lives
forever. I was the first one to except their teachings and was baptized on November 20, 1861. It was a
wonderful day but yet a very sad day. My Parents, relatives, and friends turned against my family and me. My
husband lost his job because I had joined the Mormon Church. We were outcasts and were told we had joined
the Church of the Devil.

        Hans tried to find work but they were few and far between. I took in washing just to keep us going. It
was hard oh so hard not being able to share with those that I loved that simple truths of the restored gospel. Yet
I would never turn my back the Church and the Prophet that was the mouthpiece of the Lord here on the earth.
Hans would never ask me to give up the Gospel and for that I was so thankful. He would just smile and say
don't worry we'll make do and they just do not understand. The Missionaries became our lifeline and our
friends. I just do not know what we would have done if they had left us. Hans really liked the missionaries and
he tried to help them whenever he could. One day Hans came home from some part time work he had and as we
sat down to eat, he said he was going to be baptized. I wish I could express the feeling of joy that filled my
heart. I sat and looked at him and with tears running down my face, I said, “Oh, Hans I love you so.” He
looked at me and said well if I knew I was going to make you cry, I would have never told you about it. I got to
my feet and put my arms around him and kissed him and then said, these are only tears of joy. He took me into
his arms and held me tight. I felt we where both in heaven. H ans was baptized, Nov. 20, 1861. It was a great
day.

       Hans and I had 6 children Peter born 18 May 1856, he died 18 May 1861, Lars born 21 Nov 1858,
Sophia born 5 Aug. 1862, Christopher born 1 Sept 1864, he died 27 July 1865. Albert born 6 June 1866, he
died 14 Dec. 1866, and Marie 9 Feb 1868.

        Hans and I know started to dream about going to Zion. We worked and worked and prayed with all our
hearts. One day I got a letter from a friend with a note and some money. She knew we wanted to go to America
and so she said she was sending us the money for the passage. We could not believe it and so on this day we
were ready to set sail from Liverpool on the Packet ship " John Bright.” Our friend did not know we were
seeking a place where God could be worshipped without censor or ridicule and that hardships would only
straighten our determination to help make Zion a refuge for their children and grandchildren.

      We set sail without any of our parents or friends to say good-by to and memories of three sweet little
boys we had buried in Denmark. Yet our hopes and joys of our new found church and joining the saints in Zion

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brought us all a hope of eternal life with one another. Lars was about 10 years old, Sophia was about 6 years
old, and Marie was only 4 months old, God had heard our prayers and now we set our faces to Zion, never to
look back. I said in a soft voice thanks God and goodbye to home land beautiful Denmark.

         We were put in a hole called the immigrants quarters. Anyway that is what we called it. We had no
room and the sanitation was lacking and the accommodations well there was just a place to lay or sit. We have
very little ventilation so the smell was about more than one could stand. We saw death all around us and many
were buried at sea. I felt for the loved ones that were left. We all prayed day and night that our little family
would be able to reach Zion before death came to us. As we lay in our bunks, I think it was somewhere around
the 10th of April, some one came running down the stairs and hollered, land ahead Land ahead. Our hearts
leaped with joy, God had answered our prayers, anyway part of them.

        We arrived in New York on July 13 1868, tired and hungry. We had no money for bread and Lars,
Sophia, and Marie were crying because they were so hungry. We had taken on another little girl who had no
one to care for her. She kept saying I am so hungry. We did not know what to do. I did my best to comfort all
the children and as we were walking around I looked down and saw a funny looking piece of paper. I picked it
up and turned it over and over. The little girl that was with us said she saw people buying bread with that kind
of paper. She took the money and ran off and soon returned with bread, buns, and a few coins. Once again God
had blessed us and after we eat we all bowed our heads and gave thanks to the living God of Israel.

We walked into Salt Lake, Zion oh wonderful Zion. Thanks Be to God. We made it we were here in Zion. We
started our journey across the plains as soon as we got the money and supplies to do so. The journey was made
with Oxen but we had to walk most of the way. The plains were long and lonely. I never thought anything
could be more trying than our ocean trip, but this, well I just keep thinking of Zion and praying to God. Lars
was so sick that Hans had to carry him most of the way. How Hans did it I will never know. He never said a
bad word. He just keep walking and telling us, life would be better in Zion. Hans seemed to get stronger and
stronger; he said carrying Lars was no trouble at all. Sophia sometimes got to ride in a wagon but most of the
time walked behind me and held on to my skirt. I had to carry little Marie most of the way, Marie she was only
six months old. When it seemed I could not walk another step Hans would look at me and smile, as he touched
my arm he would say God will strength us. Then he would say here lets let her ride in the wagon, the little girl
that was traveling with us would climb into the wagon and hold Marie. Days turned into weeks and weeks into
months and we walked when it was hot and cold and in the rain but we keep on walking and it was early in the
fall of 1886.

        We were told to move on to Bear River City. We had no home and no money and winter was coming
on, Hans worked whenever and doing whatever he could but we had to have a place to live. One day Hans said
he knew what we had to do. He and some of our new friends went to the bank of the Bear River and started to
dig, our first home in Zion was a dugout in the bank of the Bear River. Hans told us, as soon as spring came he
would build us a real home. Spring came and true to his word Hans built us a, two room, adobe home. We
were all so happy to have a roof over our heads and this was like a castle after spending a gloomy winter in a
dugout.

        Times were hard and we all worked out wherever we could find work to keep our family together. I took
in washing, ironing, and cleaning. Hans was gone for weeks working on the building of the new Railroad. He
also helped build a canal; it was to bring water the thirsty land. He worked for a dollar here and fifty cents
there. But thanks, be to God we never went hungry. We gave where we could and gave of our time to help the
families that had less then we did. We always had enough to invite others in for a bite to eat. Poverty was
everywhere, but we had our faith in the living God, that, keep us going.

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         We had been here about two years when Marie became very sick, we cared for her the best we could, the
Elders came and blessed her and we prayed to the Father with all our hearts. As I listened to breathing get softer
and softer and her eyes became dim, I knew she would soon leave us. Hans walked the floor and asked what did
the Father want of us. He came and held her hand and cried. My soul cried out but there was nothing we could
do. That night Marie left us, it was on the 26 Feb 1870. My sweet little girl had go to her heavenly home.
Sophia cried and asked if Heavenly Father was mad at us. I put my arms around her and held her close. No he
loves us and will make sure Marie is safe and happy. It was hard for her to understand. It was also hard for
Hans and I to understand. Lars had come home from working out and was so sad, he tried to be a big man but
tears filled his eyes as he looked at Marie. He came over to me and put his arms around me and cried. This was
a sad day for all of us.

         I was heavy with child, this one would be our seventh and yet we only had two with us. We buried
Marie and I spent the day or so getting thing put away and getting ready for the new baby. On April 27, 1870 I
gave birth to little Hans Christian. We could tell he was not a very strong baby and yet he brought happiness
into our home that once was full of darkness now we felt light once again. It was short lived he passed away
May 5, 1870. I have no words to tell you how we all felt. Our friends did all they could to help us through this
but it took its toll on all of us. Once again we put one of our little one's in the earth. For the first time I felt I
could not go on and Hans oh thank God for Hans. As bad as he felt he did all he could to let me spend the time
I needed to deal with my loss. One day I was so down I did not know what are where to go. I dropped to my
knee's and opened up my heart to the all mighty. I do not know how long I was there but it was most of the day.
My heart felt as if it would break, I had received a blessing under the hands of the Elders but I had felt no peace.
As I was about to give up I cried out to God and I do not know what happened but a sweet spirit came over me
and my mind became clear. I felt hope again and a desire to live and care for the wonderful family that God had
let me keep for a while here on this earth and I also knew God would bless me with other children to love and
take care of it was like I was a new person, I got off my knee's and went to see Hans. I put my arms around him
and told him all was fine. He looked at me as if he had never seen me before. He said, praise the Lord, I
thought you were going to die. I do not know what happened but it's a miracle. To see you just a few hours ago
and to see you know, I can say you were dead and now you are alive, all I can say is thank you God for your
goodness. I told Hans everything that happened and how the Lord had opened my heart and gave me hope, and
the desire to live. How he showed me how I needed to love and care for the family he has given that he and me
would yet send me children. Hans I could just feel him so close to me. I did want to die but He gave me the
desire to live and to look to the future.

       We were blessed with three other children, Caroline born Mar 19, 1871, Anina born Oct. 27, 1874, and
Mary born Jan. 17, 1876. They filled our home with love and joy. I told the Lord we would do our best to teach
them and love them. We would do everything we could to have them return to live with him.

       Things seem to go much better as a family and even though money was still hard to come by, we seemed
to have more than ever before. I tried to keep busy, working, teaching, and helping every way I could. Hans
was working and we even saved a little here and there. The only thing that could have been better was having
our parents near us.

       Our family left one by one, Sophia married Andreas Carl Andreasen, Lars had been gone since he was
around 14 year old, working with the dairy coop, He and Rasmus Andreasen, took care of the milk cows each
day. He then begun to work with horses, he love looking with the horses and was very good, he married Sine
Smith.


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        Hans got real sick and he passed away in Nov. 5, 1889. Once again I had to put all my trust in the Lord
to get through it but I had to keep going. I had to for the family; Caroline, Anina, and Mary had to find work.
Bless their hearts they each did their share and more.

         Caroline Married in 1895 to David Rich and then Anina married in 1896. I am so proud of each of them.
I just pray they will stay close to the Church and will be a happy family.

       Mary went to work at Lampo. She was my last and Lampo seemed so for away. She was going on
fourteen, yet she acted so grown up. I missed her so. I was alone now and yet I had been blessed in every way.

        I would try to visit the kids as much as possible, I remember one night I lay in bed thinking about the
family and I had the strangest feeling about Mary, She had only been gone for a few months but the was
something strange going on. I prayed for her and told Heavenly Father how I missed her and wished I could see
her. I got up the next morning and still had this feeling but I went about my chores. It was getting evening
when I looked up and low and behold there was Mary coming into the yard. She was out of the buggy and had
her arms around me before I could move. She looked so good and it was wonderful having her home. As I
looked at the buggy I saw Rasmus setting there with a big smile on his face. I walked over to him and thanked
him for taking his time to bring Mary home. He just said it was his pleasure. Rasmus was never much for
words. I ask him to stay for supper but he said he would drive on to see his Mother and Father. I told him they
were not home and that he had to stay. He stayed for supper then went to his folk’s home for the night.

       Oh, how wonderful it was to have Mary home, we talked and talked. I could not believe how grown up
she was. She was a young lady now in every way.

        Sunday came way to soon and Rasmus was there early in the morning to take her back to Lampo. We
shed a few tears and said our good-byes. I stood and waved until they were out of sight. Sunday was a very
lonely day.

        I will never forget the sadness of my soul when Mary came home and told me she was with child. She
told me about her and Rasmus and made sure I understood that it was not all the fault of Rasmus. She told me
how she loved Rasmus yet she did not want to force him to marry her. We talked and cried together for many a
night. I can say that I did not have good feelings about Rasmus and I told Mary so. But she loved him and said
she always would.

        One day shortly after Mary got home Rasmus came riding up to the house and I did not want to see him
but there he was and so I tried to be nice. Mary was in heaven. They talked and then told me of there plans to
marry. I felt much better but still a little uneasy about Rasmus. He came to me and we talked and Rasmus had
tears in his eyes as he told me how he felt and at what happened. He told me how much he loved Mary and that
he would never leave her. I knew Rasmus was a good man and he softened my heart towards him. I told him I
would accept him as my own son, he thanked me and said he would never let me down. That he would care for
Mary and their child. So the plans were made and I can say Rasmus kept his word and I am proud of him and
his family.

        It was hard to hear that Lars and Sine were having troubles. It was hard yet I had such happiness hearing
that Lars had been called to service as a missionary to Denmark. Maybe just maybe he could see and talk to my
family and he could touch the hearts.



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       I prayed that Sine would stay faithful and wait for Lars but see left and got a divorced. Lars was a great
missionary. He lived a wonderful life and was always kind to me and his sisters. He was a great friend with
Rasmus.

       Sophia was a great mother, and worked hard all her life, she had thirteen children. Carl was the older
brother of Rasmus, and Rasmus and Mary lived in the same community. Carl Died Dec. 19, 1908. But thanks
to Rasmus and Mary she was looked out after and Rasmus cared for her children as if they were his own.

        I got to work in the Salt Lake Temple for a few years and it was a great joy to me. I will not be here on
this earth for much longer but I can say to all, that what we went through to join the Church and then come to
Zion was worth it all. I know I will have my family around me and that the little ones will be mine. And that
Hans and I will be together for Eternity. For it has been declared to by the living God and taught to us by his
Prophet her on the earth. I love my family that I left In Denmark and want all my children to know they were
and are good people. The Gospel is true and God lives. Now go forth and serve him all your days.

Marie Dorthea Brink Jorgrnsen (Johnson) died Dec. 5, 1918 at Bear River City, Box Elder, Utah.




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                            A LITTLE SKETCH OF LARS F. JOHNSON,
                     SON OF HANS JORGANSEN (JOHNSON) AND MARIE BRINK

        Lauritz Ferdinand Jorgenson (known as Lars F. Johnson) was born in Frederiksborg, Denmark on the
  st
21 November 1858. His Mother was the first to except and join the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day
Saints, and she was baptized August 17, 1861. Later his Father was baptized November 20, 1861.

       In the year 1868 they immigrated to Utah and arrived in Bear River City in the late summer of 1868.
Lars was carried by his Father most of the way as they came across the plains, because Lars was too sick to walk
and they had no room for him to ride in a wagon.

        The first home in Utah was a dugout in the bank of the Bear River. As a young man he worked on
ranches for George Montgomery, L.C. Lee, and James Faust and was later the Forman for the Promontory Stock
Company (Known as the Hillside Ranch). With each of these employers he stood in the highest esteem because
of his honesty and absolute dependability.

        Lars worked with some of the roughest men of the west, in the days of saloons and gambling, he
maintained a character untarnished, because of belief in his God and Church. He never touched a drop of liquor
and never indulged in profane language. He was looked up to by all who worked with him because of this noble
trait. He was known for his skill as a rider, it has been said that he could ride anything with four legs. He knew
horses and loved them; he seemed to understand their very nature. He never lost his temper or his self-control
when working with a horse or man. He could get a horse to do anything. Not out of fear of him but because of
his love for them. They seemed to understand this in him and responded to his teachings and training. The
writer had known and associated with Lars since 1891 and never once saw or heard him lose his temper or self-
control.

       In 1891 he left for a mission to Denmark, and while there he served as President of the Aaborg
Conference. He returned in 1893. In November 1894 he was elected and served two terms as county
commissioner.

        After the death of Bishop Carl Jensen, Lars was called to serve as the Bishop of the Bear River Ward, he
was set apart on the 21st day of January 1900. Lars served as Bishop until 1915. Lars was loved by all that was
in the ward and through out the Valley. He spent untiring hours in the peoples behalf and for the building up of
the community. He helped with the Amusement Hall and the Culinary Water System, which was completed
largely because of his labors. Lars did not have a lot of money but he helped with his time and knowledge in
working on a worthy cause.

        He lived the life of a true Christian, He gave advice freely that was sought of him and did until the day of
his death. It is said of him that he gave comfort to the sick and was sympathetic to all in need. Lars often talked
about his best friend in his life and their relationship, which he said, “would last beyond the grave.” All who
knew him also knew of his friend and brother-in law Rasmus Anderson.

       May the memory of Bishop Lars F. Johnson long live with the people of Bear River City.

                       By Frede F. Petersen




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           Estella Newnam the eleventh child of Mary and Rasmus Anderson thoughts of home:

       I was born in Bothwell, Utah and have lived there all my life.

        When I was tiny my father had a little saddle horse named Dick. Dick also pulled father’s one seated
black buggy. Whenever father would go to town, he would have Dick hooked to that little black buggy. My
father loved to race with Minnie Nichols who lived up on the hill. She had some real fine horses and they loved
to race. Sometimes she would win but father won most of the time.

        When I was the baby I would go with father most of the time, and I loved to go with him. It made me
feel real special . When I was ten years old Wanda was born. Father called me in and said, “Stella come see
what I’ve got.” Dad had a beautiful baby girl in his arms. When she was old enough, she took my place with
father when he went to town. I felt I was no longer the girl of my father eye. But I was thrilled to have a little
sister.

       It seemed that Mother always had two babies in diapers. It seemed to me, I was the only one who
washed the dirty diapers. After I finished washing the diapers, Mother would give me some witch hazel to put
on my hands, she would say, “this will make your hands smell good.” After the diapers were washed, they went
through the washer with home made lie soap.

         When we make lie soap Dad and Mama tried to make it into a party. Father would go get Aunt Sophia,
she lived about 3 miles away. When they got home, we started a big fire and Father would get with the boys
and they would get the big black kettle out and put it on the fire. To make soap we would start with water and
get it hot then we would add the drippings from cooking and lie. Just before the soap was ready, Father would
put in the Citrenella and stir it real good. This made the soap smell good. About this time Aunt Sophia would
say, “it’s time to put it in the pans Uncle Daddy.” It was a dangerous job to pour the soap into the pans, because
it was so hot and one could get burned real bad if the liquid soap got on them. Father would not let any of us
pour, he would say, “this is my job,” so we would all move out of his way. After it was all poured and it cooled
Mother, Aunt Sophia and father cut the soap into bars.

        We loved to make candy, and we did it about every week. One day when I was about 8 years old my
older sister had made candy and they sent me out on the porch to check and see if the candy had cooled. I stuck
my finger into the candy and it was still hot and I got an awful burn. Mother doctored it as best she could and
when father came home he rocked me most of the night until the pain was gone and I fell to sleep. Father was
very kind to all of us when we got hurt.

        All of us kids had to work in the fields and father always checked our work. If we were thinning beets,
he would bring us something to drink about mid day and mid afternoon. While we took our brake he would
walk around and make sure we were doing a good job and if we were not he would take the hoe and show us
how he wanted the beets thinned. As I remember and look back on it today, Father knew how far apart the beets
should be so that they would get the biggest and when ready to harvest would bring the most money for the
family. We would have to work in the hay fields. When fall came it was time to top the beets, father had us all
working. Father would get up early in the morning and get the horses ready and start plowing the beets. He was
plowing beets while us kids did the morning chores. Then he would come into the house and we would all
kneel by our chairs and have our morning prayer. Father offered the prayer most of the time, but we all took
our turns. After breakfast we were to be in the fields and father would plow until about 11:00 am, by that time
he had enough beet plowed to keep us kids busy all day. Dad would put the horses away and make sure they
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were cared for, then he would go to town and to get whatever Mother needed and to visit. Father went to town
about every day, he loved to go to town and visit.

       After the beets were thinned father would say, Mother it’s about time to go get berries. Then father and
mother would go to Brigham City and bring as many as ten cases of strawberries home. It was a real job for
mother and us girls to put the berries up before they got too ripe. Father also helped Mother put up the berries.
Father was a real good helper. I think that strawberries were father’s favorite fruit.

        We all loved it when father went to get watermelons, he would bring the car home loaded with
watermelons. I remember this one summer, Dad had brought home a car loaded down with melons. We put
them on the lawn in front of the house. We got goofing off and did not put the melons in the root seller and that
night the horse got out and ate or broke all the melons. Father and Mother were very upset and we did not get
any watermelons that summer.

        Father always had Buick cars but the one I liked the best was, the one that had seven seats. It had a front
seat and back seat and then the seats every one of us kids loved to set in, was the two jump seats that was in the
back of the car. They folded down if they were not needed.

        Father was a real manager and he made sure we all had our jobs and showed us what was to be done and
then expected us to remember and do what we were told to do. Father also had us help other in the valley.
When our beets got thinned, he would then make sure that Wallace got his thinned. Then if there were others
that needed help, father would contract us out to thin theirs.

        I shall never forget the one fall we got our beet topped and we were all happy because it was getting very
cold. Dad had gone to see how my brother Wallace was doing. He had some beets left to tope and haul to the
beet dump. They were on his Father –in laws place. (Ezra Harris) Father came in the house and told us all to
get ready, we had to help Wallace get his beets out today because it was going to freeze and he (Wallace) would
not be able to get them out. We got ready and went to help Wallace. It was so cold we thought we would all
freeze to death. The snow would plow in our face and it was hard to see. Wallace hauled and we topped and
loaded. It was about noon and Brother Harris came out into the field and told us his wife “Maria” had a nice hot
dinner for all us kids. We told him that we were all wet and dirty, and did not want to mess up their house. He
told us to roll up our pants and to take off our shoes. We went in and it felt so good to feel warm and have a
wonderful hot meal. As I remember it was wonderful. We got Wallaces beets out just before dark.

        Father and Mother always took care of Wallace. Wallace was Mothers pride and joy. I guess it was
because he was their first son, and he was named after, Mr. Wallace a man Mother worked for in Lampo and she
thought the world of Mr. Wallace, but it made some of us kids upset at time. I can say Wallace was always
there for all of us and was a wonderful brother.

        I remember that we did what we were told and in the order we were told or we got into trouble. When I
was about 17 years old Mother told me to scrub the kitchen floor and then clean the rest of the house. I decided
I would clean the rest of the house and then scrub the kitchen floor. I had cleaned the other room and was
getting ready to start scrubbing the kitchen floor when father walked in, He told me to do what I was told and
slapped me on both my ears, it hurt so bad, and I was so startled that I wet my pants. Father looked at me with
those penetrating blue eyes and said, “when your Mother tells you to do something, you do it!” Even though I
felt unjustly treated I never said a word, because we knew better than sass or talked back. I got the kitchen
floor scrubbed right away. I think that was the last time I was ever harshly disciplined.


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        When Henry Newman asked me to marry him, I said he would have to get father permission. So Henry
walked out to find father, he said, father was in the chicken coop gathering eggs. Henry said he locked father in
the chicken coop until he said yes.

       Father worked and served in the church for many years, and when the Church burned down he would
walk to school in the morning with us kids and go right over to work on the church. Father loved the Church
and worked until after dark a lot. He did this until the church was ready to move into.

      Mother was in charge while father was not there and she knew everything that had to be done. She
worked to care for her family and the farm. She was the back bone of our home. She was a great Mother.

       There were good times and bad times, but we had a wonderful Mother and a good Father.




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                MY WONDERFUL MOTHER, MARY ELVINA JOHNSON ANDERSON
                                BY CLYDE ANDERSON

        From the time I was 6 or 7 years old the thing that stands out in my mind was that my Dad was a man of
God, he knew there was a God in heaven and that he answered prayers. I knew he was faithful in his callings in
the Lord’s Church. Dad did not have any schooling whatsoever, but God gave him the determination to do the
work he wanted him to do here on earth, and I can say with pride, that he did. Dad served in the Bishopric for
19 years as a counselor that was under 3 different Bishops. The first Bishop was Joseph M. Stokes and Dad
served as his 2nd counselor, along with Robert C. Harris, he was the 1st counselor. They served from 1909 to
1913. Then when John Hunsaker was called as Bishop he asked Dad to serve as his 1st counselor and Moses P.
Jorgenson to serve as 2nd counselor. They served from 1913 to 1921. When Moses P. Jorgenson was called to
be Bishop, Dad was again asked to serve as his 1st counselor and Joseph Newman served as 2nd counselor until
he had to be released then Clarence Summers was asked to serving his stead. They served from 1921 to 1928.
I do not remember ever hearing my Dad complain about too much work, or about anyone not pulling their load.

       When I was a young boy the Church burnt down. When they started building the new one Dad was there
every day. Some times I would ride to school with him and then he would go over to work on the church.
There was many a day that he did not get home until it was dark. I remember times that I did not see him when I
went to bed because he was still working on the Church. If it was outside work they worked by firelight and if it
was inside work it was by lanterns. Day after day he did this until the church was ready to move into.

       Dad liked nice things; that is, as nice as he could buy without going into debt. He did not like dept and
would do everything he could to stay out of dept. I remember some of my brothers would ask him to buy this
peace of land or that peace of land. His answer was always the same, “to hell with all that debt! We will get
along with what we have and make the best of it.”

         I can say that Mother was a great helper and he knew she would back him up in the things they were
trying to get done. With her by his side they raised 16 children, and did their best to teach each one of us to be
the best we could be. They taught us to be honest and to love the Lord. Dad and Mother were not envious of
other people. What they had was fine with them. Dad would help them if he could. This is one of the things
that I really liked about him.

        When I was about 10 years old, we had some turkey hens on the farm. They would start laying early in
the spring. We would gather her eggs each day and take them to Mother. Mother would wrap each egg
individually, then she would put them into small boxes, they had to be turned each day. By taking away the
eggs from the hen each day, she would lay more eggs. After the turkey hen got ready to set, Mother would take
the eggs and put them under the setting hen. Sometimes mother would put the turkey eggs under a setting hen
to hatch them out. Mother would also take care of lambs that had been abanded. She would feed them on the
bottle. This one spring she raised 36 pet lambs on the bottle. They turned out real good and sold for a good
price. Mother was always doing things that would help out raising her family.

        Dad loved horses and he took good care of them, he was also a great judge of horses. He could look a
horse in the eye and could tell you that he was good or going to be a bad one. By a look in his eye he could tell
you all about his disposition. He could tell you he was going to be gentle or if he would run away or if would
fight you over everything. Dad had the best horses in the valley and he took real good care of them. And they
did a lot of work for him. I feel they knew he loved them and they took care of Dad. One day one of his son-in-
law’s brought 2 head of horses up to show Dad and to ask what he thought of them. Dad looked them over and
then he stepped in front of them and look each one in the eye. Then he asked, “who sold you these horses?”
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His son-in-law told him and then asked, “why?” Well, Dad said, “he sold you one good one and one bad one.”
His son-in- law said “Oh no, father, he would not do that to me.” Well, Dad said, “he Did, He sold you an
original.” (this is a horse with one testicle removed and one testicle that was raped around the testicle cords and
could not come down from his stomach, therefore he was still a stallion and will turn out to be real mean). It
was in the wintertime and the horses were very poor. Dad said, “you wait until springtime and when this horse
gets a little fat on him, you will have one of the meanest devils on four legs.” The son-in-law just could not
believe this but as it turned out that spring that horse just about killed the son-in-law, I do not believe he ever
doubted Dad again.

         Dad was a great hand with a rope; in fact he was one of the best in the country if not the best. Some say
he was better on the ground than Lars, but Lars was better with a rope from a horse. Anyway Dad could rope
and I never saw anyone better. One day Dad and I went out to see my older brother LeLand (or Joe as we called
him) Joe was trapping coyotes for Nick Chournos out west of Promontory. While there, some so-called
cowboys were trying to rope some horses but were not having much luck. After a while Dad said, “ok fellows,
if you miss this time, I get to try.” They all laughed at the old man who thought he could do better. Now Dad
was well over 60 year old. Well they missed again and Dad said, “ok, give me the rope.” Again with a smile on
their face’s they handed Dad the rope. He got into the corral and got about 15 to 20 feet from the railing. With
the railing to his back he laid the loop out beside him. He never twirled a rope when he was roping from the
ground. He said, “Clyde, run that blue mare past me.” The mare came full speed and with a shot over his right
shoulder, it settled over the head of the blue mare. As I looked at the men standing outside the corral there was
no laughing. Their eyes had just seem a man that could put a rope where he wanted and any time he wanted to.

       Dad was a great overseer and liked to oversee things. He wanted things done right and it had better be
neat. He taught us how to work and work we did, he also made sure we knew our job and when to do it.

        Dad and Mom were always well organized. They talked things over and so they were never working
against each other. If Dad was not around things still got done well and on time. Each of us had our jobs to do
before we went to school each morning, and were expected to come straight home after school to our assigned
jobs. We were to get them done and many a night our work went well into the night. My job after school was
to get the coal and wood into the house, sufficient for that night and the next day. We also took turns getting the
water. We had a well about one hundred feet from the house and we had to pump it into buckets and then take
into the house and fill the reservoir on the side of the stove. This took about 15 to 20 gallons of water. This
water was keep warm to do the dishes and wash our hands and face. This was not to bad but when it was time
to take our baths it was another story. That took a lot of trips to the well and lots of pumping. We took a bath
in warm water so it also took lots of wood or coal to keep the stove hot, for warming the water. We took baths
in a # 3 round tub (the tub was about 28 to 30 inches in diameter and 12 to 15 inches deep.) one or two would
bath in the same water. Then we would have to carry the water outside and start all over again. For the next
ones and there baths.

        We learned to share and share we did. We got along as best we could with what we had and tried to help
one another. As I grew older there was more work to learn about, such as taking care of the chickens, turkeys,
pigs, cows and horses, plus other farm work. We did not work for other people much because we had plenty of
work here at home, but we did exchange work with other people at haying and threshing time. In the winter
months there was cows to milk, horses to feed and care for, (Dad wanted his horses brushed every day he said
they liked it and made them look good) hogs or pigs to feed and their pen to clean, chickens to feed and their
coops to clean, eggs to gather, clean, and case ready for Dad and Mom to take to town and sell. There was
corrals to clean, in those days we had to load the “manure” (we called it sunshine) by hand with pitchforks or
scoops. We would put four head of horses on the flat rack (or bed) wagon (if there was snow the flat rack
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would be put on the sleigh. We would load and unload the sunshine (manure) with pitchforks. There was 4 to 6
of us brothers that worked on this. In the spring time we worked the ground, for planting. T his was all done
with horses. We planted sugar beets, alfalfa, spring wheat, barley, and oats. That was just the beginning of the
work. When the sugar beets got big enough we had to cultivate them again with the horses. Then we thinned
them by hand, (that is we took short handled hoe and we would cut out the beets so there was one beet about
every 6 to 8 inches apart) then cultivate them again, maybe 2 or 3 times, then weed them and change the tines on
the culivater to make furrows so we could irrigate them (water them) every 10 days to 14 days. Around the 10th
of October we would start digging (plowing) them. Most of the time it was Dad on the plowing, the plow was
pulled by a team (2) of horses. The plow would dig one row at a time. Then we would start toping the beet
with a beet knife (it had a handle and about 10 to 12 inch blade with a hook at the end of the blade). We would
pick up the beets with the hook and then hold the beet in one hand and cut off the leaves, then throw then into a
winrow (we called it a “riek” this was about nine rows of beets in a riek). So there was room for a wagon to go
between the rows and we could load them on the beet rack. We would load the wagon from both sides (a rack
was a wagon with sides on it that could be let down when the beets were to be unloaded). We would put about
5 to 6 ton of beets on a wagon. Then one of us would drive the load of beets, again with a team of horses, about
2 miles to the railroad and there they were unloaded by dropping one side of the beet wagon. The beets were
then unloaded either by hand or some times they had a lift. Who ever took the load of beets hoped and prayed
they had a lift. If things went well, we could get 4 to 5 loads out a day with 7 of us boys working together. If
the girls were not married or needed by Mother they was in the fields helping. It was hard work but we tried to
make the best of it and have a little fun along with the work. I remember some falls when it would snow before
we got all the beets out and that just meant we worked in the snow, the beets had to get out. If it would freeze
we would have to use a large pick to break the beets lose and then top them and load them on the wagon. That
did not happen to often but it did happen. Dad said when Mother was young, she would be in the beet field
toping beets with 2 or 3 little kids with her. She was there helping do anything that needed done. It was hard
work and it all had to get done and done well and on time. Now you have to understand that I just talked about
the sugar beets there was hay to water, cut and load and put in what we called the hay stack. We would cut the
hay with a team of horses and a mower, then with a one horse dump rake we would put it into small piles, then
we would take a pitchfork and pile the hay to make road so we could load the hay on a flat hay rack or wagon
again pulled, by a team of horses. There would be one of us on each side of the wagon and we would take our
pitchforks and take the pile of hay and put it on the wagon, there was one of us on the wagon that moved the
hay around so we could get more hay on each load. We could get about a ton to a ton and a half to each load,
then we would drive the horses into the yard where we would put into stack. Some time the stacks would get 20
feet high. We had a derrick (this had a long pole that was on a pole platform and we had a boy or one of the
girls on a derrick horse, this horse had a long cable or rope tied to him and it ran back to the derrick and up the
pole where a jackson fork tied to it and the fork was put into the hay and then the person on the derrick horse
would pull the hay up to the top of the derrick pole and it would swing out over the hay stack and the person on
the load of hay had a rope tied to the fork and when he pulled the rope the fork would trip and drop the hay on
the hay stack. A man would then move it around so we could more hay onto the hay stack). My sister Vera was
one of the best at running the jackson fork. Now we still tried to have a little fun. Sometimes my brother
Milton and my cousin Virgil would pitch the hay and I would be loading it on the wagon, some times they
would start teasing me about my girlfriend, Jesse Kim, a Korean girl. When they would get the hay up as high
as they could reach with their pitchforks I would roll the hay back down on there heads. They would lay down
on the ground and laugh. Until there sides hurt. Again we tried to have a little fun along with the work. There
was still the cows to feed and milk, grain to water, cut and harvest. Along with all the other animals to feed and
care for.

        We also had to plow the dry farm. We would use 6 head of horses on a 2 bottom disk plow. This would
take between 15 to 20 days to do the plowing. Then we had to work the ground for planting and then plant the
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wheat. If there was lots of weeds in the corps we would have to weed them and Dad always seem to find weeds.
On some of the land there were rocks so Dad would have us hauling them off so they would not break the
equipment. I remember asking dad one day if rock could grow. With a smile he asked why? I said, they must
grow, because each year we haul off the big ones and then next year there are more big ones. He said, No, but it
sure seem like it. They just keep coming up from beneath when we work the ground. I can say we did not have
much time on are hands.

        I have been asked how Mother and Dad got along? From what I remember as a boy and a young man, I
would say they got along very good. I guess by the time I came into the family they understood each other.
Mother was one wonderful Mother, surpassed by none. I would have to say that Mother was the backbone of
the family. Her work was never done. Mother knew what was going on inside the home and outside too. I do
not know just what went on between Dad and Mother but they seem to know everything that was going on.
This I know if Dad was not there and mother had a problem getting us kids to do the work - well just say, after
she told Dad you remembered it from then on. I got my ears pulled now and then but most of the time we did
our job and Dad and Mother was happy. Now one thing that each of us kids learned real early in life was that
Dad would not stand for us talking back to him or Mother. There was no time that I can recall that any of us
could work Mother against Dad or Dad against Mother. They were together in everything. If there was
anything that us kids should not hear Mother and Dad talked in Danish. Sometimes I would have loved to
understand what was going on but we knew better than to question. We were told if they wanted us to know
what they said they would tell us. That was the end of that.

       Dad loved to shop and did most of the buying. He would go the Brigham City to buy our clothes. He
bought the best he could afford. I do not remember a time that Mother went with him to buy clothes for us kids.
Mother liked to stay home and she would say I have plenty to do right here. Dad would buy himself a nice pair
of shoes, and a Stetson hat. That was the only brand he would even look at.

        Mother would go with Dad if the fruit was on, she would can a 5 to 8 flats of strawberries, respberries, 2
or 3 bushels of apricots, peaches, and pears. She made pickles by the 5 gallon jars. She made homemade soap,
this was done from the tallow of beef or pigs. It was cooked outside by building a fire under a large black kettle.
It was cooked until all the ingredients were thoroughly mixed, then after it cooled and set up it was cut into bars
to be used for the family washing.

        Talking about shoes, Dad would tell us, he would never hire a man to work for him that smoked
cigarettes or wore laced boots. When asked why, he would sake his head and say, “well he did not spend much
time working because he either had to have a smoke or had to lace up his boots, and that’s damn poor help.”

        Dad loved to drive cars when they came out and he could afford one, and it had to be a Buick. He said
they were the best and the fastest. Dad did not like anyone to passing him. I remember Wallace telling me
about the time he went up to see how Dad and Mother were doing, as he drove in, Dad was seated on the hood
of the car and he had two horses hooked up and pulling the car around the yard. Wallace said, Dad stopped to
talk. Wallace asked, “what are you doing?” He said, “I can not get this damn car started.” Wallace ask, “do
you have the key on and is it in gear?” Dad said, “sure, I know that much about starting a car.” Then Wallace
asked what he would do if it did start? Dad did not say a word, so Wallace said, “you know you would run over
your horses?” Dad jumped off the hood and said, “Hell, I never thought of that.”

       Dad loved his horses and he had the best. He liked the Belgian for working because they work longer
and was easier to handle. He had a Belgian Stallion and many of the working horses in Bothwell and the valley
came from that stallion. Dad took care of him for a group of men that had him brought right over from
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Belguim. Some say he was brought over here illegally. Dad said, “he could really trot.” have been told that
Dad would have fun when some of his friends would want to have a trotting race, no one could beat him. He
was a beautiful blood bay and weighed about 1800 pounds. Some say he weighed over 2000 pounds but Dad
told me he was around 1800 pounds. Dad said, “he was everything a man could want in a workhorse and that
when you rode him it was setting in a rocking chair.” The saddle horses he and Uncle Lars rode and worked
with and cared for, were thoroughbreds. These were the breed that was at the ranch that carried the brand Bar M
(-M). They were the very best in those days.

        So you can understand a little more about where Dad and Lars worked. It was called the Hillside Ranch
and it was a large ranch. It ran from Promontory Point on the south to the Idaho line on the north. They owned
20 miles on each side of the railroad, that was from Penrose on the east and west to Park Valley. The ranch
house was just east of where Howell Church house stands today. There was a large spring there, that where
Howell gets their drinking water at the present time. Mother worked for a family by the name of Clay and they
lived somewhere close to where the Thiokol plant is today. It was called Lampo at that time. That is where Dad
would come to see Mother.

        I want to tell you one more thing about Dad’s love for his horses. By the way it is important that you
understand that he would walk around the farm with his two dogs and he was either talking to his dogs,
humming to himself, or singing and mostly when he sang it was Church songs. He like singing “Come, Come
Ye Saints” and “We thank thee O’ God for a Prophet.” And he had a real nice voice. If he was going to be
gone for a day or so he and Mother would walk the farm together. He and Mother would sometimes get the
horse and buggy and ride up around the dry farm to see how the crops were doing and what needed to be done.
It was about 3 miles from the house. They would go around the latter part of May to see what the wheat look
like. Dad could walk though the field and tell you how many bushels of wheat he would get per acre. He was
always very close to what he thought. He just had a good eye for those things. Of all my brothers, Wallace was
just about as good at this as Dad. Well back to the horses. One day Dad and Mom was walking about the farm
and I was working the horses, culti-packing the sugar beets. I was using one of the older teams. I did not think
they were going fast enough, and I uses a few choice words to get them moving a little faster. Evidently, Dad
heard me and did not like what I said. When I got down to where he and Mother where Dad said, “Hey wait a
minute.” He walk over to where I was, and said, “ I don’t want to hear you call those horses those kind of
names any more. They have done their work on this earth, and they have done a good job for me, so you treat
them with respect.” Dad loved his horses.

        Now Dad was slow to anger, but if you gave him enough reason and do it often enough then he became
angry, and when that happened you had better look out for the worst. Dad was tough and when mad he was real
tough. One time he was asked to be the bouncer at a church dance. A cowboy came and wanted in, to dance.
Dad told him he could come in if he would put out his smoke and not smoke while in the Church. The young
cowboy looked at Dad and blew smoke in his face. They said they heard a yell and all you could see was boots
and shapes flying through the door. The cowboy latter asked Dad to forgive him and he did and that was the
end of it.

        I talked with Harry Drew for some time a week ago, and asked him about Mom and Dad. He said he was
about the same age as my sister Rita and so he did not know much about the early days of Mom and Dad. He
told me that Rita, Edna and Alice milked all the cows and that they separated the milk. (They put the milk in the
separater and turned the handle and it would separated the cream from the milk). Mother then would make
butter out of the cream, she would take it all over the valley to sell. Everyone loved her butter. She would go in
horse and buggy as far as Deweyville. That was before Tremonton came to be. Somrtimes Dad and Mother
would get in that buggy and go clear to Corinne to sell Mother’s butter. Corinne was a big railroad town and
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gambling center at that time. In fact they were trying to get Corinne as the capital. Most of the people in
Corinne were not member of the church and did not like Brigham Young. Brigham Young told the people not
to worry, the Lord would take care of the evil place, and he did. Harry told me that Dad was a good neighbor
and that he was always there to help anyone in need, he said he was a great helper in building the community,
and that Dad was as honest as the day is long, and that his word was his bond.

         Dad was a jack of all trades. He was a veterinarian before there was a veterinarian. I was told by my
brother Milton that Dad and Lars roped 100 head of horses one day, all by the front feet and never missed a one.
Dad would castrate them and Lars would brand them. Dad would castrate horses, bulls, and pigs. Dad also
sheared sheep he would be gone for weeks doing this. I understand from my brother, Wallace and my older
sisters, that when Dad would go to Idaho for as long as a month shearing sheep. Mother ran the farm when Dad
was gone and they tell me she was as good as Dad when it came to overseeing thing.

        Before my brother Wallace was old enough to handle horses Harry Drew said, Edna was Dad’s
horseman, Edna died when she was only 16 years old, but Harry Drew said, “she was a marvel with horses, it
did not mater weather it was riding are driving one head or a six head team. She could do it all as well or better
then any man. Harry said he would never forget seeing work done by Edna and Mother. He told me there was
this one time that Dad had gone away to work and it was time for getting the ground ready for planting. He
said, Mother would put Edna on the horse and then she would walk beside the horse so that they would not miss
any ground from being drilled with grain. Then when Edna died it was Wallace that rode the horse while
planting. He said, “it was sure a hard time for Dad and Mother after Edna died.”

       Many people have asked me about the big house, Dad started building it in 1909 or 1910. I understand
they were living in part of it when Edna died and that was in 1911. That all I know about it.

        Dad was a good butcher. He killed his own animals for food and cut them up for his own use. He also
killed his own animals and cut them up and sold or traded them for groceries in Tremonton. He taught all of us
boys to kill and dress the animals for food. I will never forget the day that Dad had us kill a pig and he was not
feeling well so he told us to go get Wallace so he could stick it. (that is after they killed it they had to stick it in
the throat to get the blood out. A pig is very hard to bleed or stick because of the way they are build or made. If
you do not stick it correct you will go into its shoulder and it will make the meat bad). I told Dad I could do it,
but he said no, he wanted Wallace to do it. So I went and got Wallace. Wallace sharpened the knife, and was
ready to stick the pig, when he looked at me and said, “Do you want to stick him?” I smiled, and said, “I did.”
Wallace handed me the knife and said, “you go ahead and if you miss and stick him in the shoulder, I’ll take the
blame.” I stuck him, and he bleed real good. After we finished Dad came out to see how Wallace did. He took
hold of the front legs and spread them apart. He call all us boys around him and said. “Boys, now this is the
way you stick a pig. He turned to Wallace and said, “you did a good job.” Wallace looked at me and winked. I
really felt good about that and that Wallace gave me the chance to do it.

        We would take the pig and salt it down in a 40 gallon barrel so that it would keep good. I would like
people to know Mother knew just as much about it as Dad did, and was right there to help when needed. They
would make head cheese out of the head of the pig, and pickled his feet. Mother would make soap and lard out
of the fat.

        The only trip I remember Dad and Mother going on was to Yellowstone Park. The scout troop wanted to
go and so the Bishop got a large truck and loaded the boys scouts in the back and took off for Yellowstone. 2 or
3 car loads of parents went along, Dad and Mother was one of them. They took me and Golden, Ruby and
Wanda in Dad;s car. Brother and Sister Eli Anderson came in there car along with their son Jerry. We camped
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everywhere the boy scouts camped and ate with them. We pitched tents to sleep in Dad and Mother had a great
time and enjoyed the company of Ella and Eli Anderson very much. Bishop Milton D. Marble was a very good
hand with the scouts. All in all we enjoyed and had a very delightful trip.

         Mother was one of the greatest hands at patching clothing. She could patch sock and make socks. She
could put a new foot into a sock and when through it was like new. I know I would rather ware Mothers socks
than store socks. Hers were much softer and fit better. She could bake bead that tasted like sweet rolls and rolls
that would be fit for a king. Mothers work started before the sun came up and was still working until after dark.
Her work was never done. She was very unselfish and always looked out after us kids before she looked out for
herself. She was always home so that when we came home from school she was there to greet us. I do
remember a time that I came home and I could not find her, that house seemed so big and lonesome. When I
found her she smiled and I felt like I was in heaven. She knew God had given her a family to care for and she
was going to do that to the best of her ability. She was a great Mother and I thank God for her.

        When I was 8 years old we were still milking cows and separating the milk. After the milk was
separated we would make butter for the family, then Dad would take the cream into town (Tremonton) in a five
gallon can to the creamery. I recall one winter day that he was taking the cream to the creamery in a sleigh
pulled by a team of horses. As they went over the railroad tracks the can of cream tipped over and the lid came
off. “That was a sad day, because we had no money to buy groceries and other things that was needed for the
family. It did not feel good but we made out O.K. When we were milking some of the barn cats would come
and sit. We would squirt milk into the cats mouths. Some times we would have a milk fight which did not set
well with Dad. We still did it once in a while it sure was fun. After we separated the milk from the cream we
would take any extra milk and feed it to the calves, hogs and chickens. They did real well on the milk. Dad had
milking short horns because of the cream they produced. Their steer calves would make real good calves for
butchering.

        In the springtime when the grass was good on the mountain pasture, we would have to take the milk
cows up to the mountain pasture before we went to school. After school we would get on a horse and ride up to
the pasture and start looking for the milk cows, sometimes they would be all together and then there were time it
took a long time to find one or two that had separated from the heard. There was times it was dark before we
would find all of them, I can still see the coyotes that would follow along running from one ridge to the other
and yap and howl. It would raise the hair on the back of your neck, even though you knew they wouldn’t hurt
you, but it was still a bit scary.

        Maybe someone would like to know what we did for fun and recreation. We played a lot of marbles,
played horse shoes, ante- I over the grainery or the big house. We played kick-the can, duck on rocks, and run-
sheepy run. We spent a lot of time swimming in the canal. In the winter we played basketball and did a lot of
sleigh riding. Sometimes we would get a horse and one of us would ride it and tie a rope on the saddle horn and
the other end to the sleigh. We would go up the road, with the horse running full speed, we would go through
the fields over bumps and through ditches. That was a lot of fun. Sometimes we would make the horse go in
circles and see how long we could stay on the sleigh. Mother and Dad use to watch us. This was great fun.

        In the summertime, it was baseball. Every town had one or two teams and at noon on Saturdays, work
stopped and everyone got ready for baseball. We would get the horse hooked up to the baggy and off we would
go. Sometimes we went as far as Fielding to the north or Corinne to the south. Baseball was our main activity
in the Bear River Valley. Bothwell always had a good team. My brother LeLand (Joe) was a real good pitcher.
And my brother Wallace did the catching. In fact they were the best pitcher and catcher in the whole valley.
Joe was also a very good hitter. As was Wallace, but Wallace could not run or as Dad said, “He runs real fast
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but in the same place.” But Wallace could steal bases. No one could understand how he did it but did it better
than anyone on the team. Some say he did it better than anyone in the valley. Bothwell had a lot of good
players, they did not loses very often. Dad and Mother went to most of the games he loved to watch his sons
play and was proud of their play. After the games it was refreshment time, homemade ice cream, pie, cakes and
punch. It was always a big after noon.

        I shall always be grateful for the church programs. They had so many things for us to do and learn, there
was Primary, MIA, (mutual improvement association) Sunday School, Sacrament meeting. There were parties,
and dances, such the gold and green ball. There were three act plays. They did their best to help us learn how
to act and what would bring happiness into our live, and to learn more about God’s ways.

        Dad and Mother knew the pitfalls of life. When we were in out teenage years Dad would not let us go to
places he and Mother did not feel good about. I know I have spent many a night unhappy because they would
not let me go to a dance, or a party with friends. As I look back on it know I am very happy they did what they
did, and the wisdom they had. He would say I am trying to teach you the right way of life. He and Mother
taught us the Gospel and the way God would have us live. This was not done by words alone it was by the way
they lived their example. They had a testimony of the living God, and that his way was the way to live and have
peace in ones heart. I thank them for teaching us these things.

        I am grateful for the privilege of being raised in a large family, I am grateful for my brothers and sisters.
I am grateful for a wonderful home and a happy childhood. As I look back on my life, I am thankful to God and
that he gave me the Dad and Mother he did.

I was born on May 17, 1916 in Bothwell, Utah.
Blessed on the 8th of November by my Dad.
Baptized on Nov. 1st 1924 in Garland Tabernacle Baptismal Font by William King.
Confirmed Nov 2nd 1924 by my Dad

Priesthood Ordinances:
Office of Deacon by Dad, 23 October 1928
   “ “ Teacher by Clarence Summers, 24 June 1933
   “ “ Priest by Leslie Allen, 16 January 1943
   “ “ Elder by Victor L. Hansen, 18 October 1936
   “ “ Seventy by Elder Ezra Taft Benson, 13 February 1948
   “ “ High Priest By Mark E. Petersen, 12 February 1949

Patriachal Blessing by James P. Christensen, 12 December 1936




         I want every one who reads this to understand what the way of life was when I was growing up, and that
the times where hard but we also had fun, worked hard and had a great family life. Dad and Mother loved us
all, they only wanted the best for us. Yes, they were hard on us at times but it was to show us the right way and
the if we used our freedom to do wrong things there was a price to pay.




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                    TOUGHTS BY AUNT RUBY ABOUT HER MOTHER AND DAD

          Brink Anderson born September 18, 1907. The older kids tell me Dad was a lot stricter when they were
little, than he is now. Dad and Mother are a little more prosperous. I know the older ones had to help pioneer
the land so to speak.

        I suppose we children see our parents in a different light depending on when we were born. I was the 9th
child of Rasmus and Mary I can not speak about Papa without praising Mama. That old saying that behind
every good man there is a good woman, is true about Papa and Mama. Mama was the first to rise in the
morning and she was the one who locked up at night. Mama was blessed with many fine and beautiful traits.
She had the patience of Job. Strength both physical and spiritual. She had true charity, which is the pure love
of Christ; Mama was the recipient of all this and more.

      They both possessed a reservoir of love, for they loved Wanda the last born as they did Retta the first.
They were proud of their Danish Ancestry, and passed that on to us children.

       Papa or Daddy as every one called him, was a most remarkable man, a self made man, one who loved
God and his fellow man. He also loved life, he would say, “ I am pleased with life, I know what I have here but
I am not sure of what awaits me after I leave this life.”

         Some might refer to him as a strict Father. He only required obedience from us as children. If we kids
live or fail it will be from our own doings for we were born and taught of goodly parents.

       He taught by example, he taught that a person should work hard. He would say, “a good day’s work for
a good day’s pay.” He and Mother tried to teach that to each of us and that if we would treat others the way we
would like to be treated all would be well with us.

        He and Mother brought 16 children into this world so one could say he followed the commandment
given to Father Adam and Mother Eve, to multiply and replenish the earth.

       Father always took us to Church, in the wintertime when there was snow so deep; he made a trail so we
could follow in his footsteps. And off to Church we would go.

         Papa and Mama always made sure we were dressed well. Papa would take us to buy our clothing. Papa
did all the shopping and enjoyed it. Papa had an eye for what was good and what looked good on each of us.
He always bought the best he could afford.

       We kids worked inside the home and out in the fields. Sugar beets were our main crop, I suppose it was
to keep us busy also. Papa did not want us to get into mischief. We all tried to make fun out of the work and
Papa was always bringing us treats. As I look back I think that is what kept us going, just knowing Papa was
always there to encourage us and would bring us treats morning and afternoon.

        Each of us had our jobs about the house and the one I remember was, fill the reservoir with water and
getting the coal and wood for the kitchen stove. I believe everyone one of us had that job as we got to a certain
age.


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       As I got older I was the lunch fixer-upper, so to speak. We would have 6 or 7 going to school at one
time and I had to make sure each one had their lunch.

       Papa and Mama were most interested in us girls becoming good homemakers, and good wives.

        Our family prayers I will always remember, we always knelt by a chair, and some times there was two to
a chair. I loved to hear Papa pray. You could feel his love for God and his son Jesus Christ. I remember one
time Mama was real sick and Papa gathered all of us around her bed, and Papa talked with God. He asked God
not to take Mama because we needed her so. I will never forget the feeling I had as Papa prayed and talked with
God. God heard our prayers and she was able to stay with us for many more years. The power of the Priesthood
was used and blessed our home many times over.

       I must not forget the big long bench Papa made for us instead of chairs.

       Papa and Mama loved us kids to take part in the 3 act plays or sing in Church. How delighted he was
when one of us would read to him or when I mastered a hymn on the piano well enough for him to sing them, as
he loved to sing the songs of Zion!

         I thank Papa and Mama for encouraging me to fulfill a mission for the Church and making it possible I
feel Papa was real proud of me and I know I was proud to serve the Lord. It was a great time in my life and I
feel it prepared me for my future life as a Mother and teacher of the Gospel to my own children.

        While I was on my mission Papa turned 65 years old and I want to thank Clyde, Golden, and Wanda for
his celebrated birthday party, Mama could have never done this without there help. I thank them from the
bottom of my heart.

        I can say I love each of my brothers and sisters, they are special spirits sent here to this family and are a
true blessing from our Heavenly Father.

        When I was dating, Papa was very desirous that we associate with good Latter Day Saint boys. When I
returned from my mission there was a fine young man who called many times but he was not a member of our
Church. Papa did not approve of him. So I never went on a date with him. I suppose Papa never thought I
might do some Missionary work. I have often thought about this young man. I still wonder if I could have
taught him the Gospel, and if he would have joined the Church.

       Papa loved to have his hair combed, feet washed, his toe nails and finger nails manicured. We girls all
took our turns pampering him. I think we enjoyed it as much as Papa because we knew it made him happy and
we liked to make him happy.

       When I went to work outside the home. I had to be in Tremonton every morning and had to be picked
up every evening, Papa was my Chauffeur. When Papa found out that two of my girl friends also worked in
town he said he would take all of us. He was wonderful with us and seemed to enjoy our company. We girls
loved him for all he did for us.

        I can truly say I loved our home and did not care to leave the warmth and love I felt there. I did not care
to leave, it took me a long while before I could find it with in myself to leave and make a home of my own.

       May God bless the memories of Papa and Mama, they were special parents. I love you Papa and Mama!
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                             My thoughts about home by Wanda Elva Anderson

       I am the sixteenth child of Rasmus and Mary Anderson, I was born on the 11th day of August 1919. My
Father was 51 years old and Mother was 43 when I was born, and they named me Wanda Elva.

         When I was growing up I never thought too much about the age of my Father and Mother. I guess I
knew they were much older than my friends parents but it did not bother me, but now as I look back on it I had 1
nephew and 3 necies that was 4 and 5 years older than I was. My sister Reta’s 3rd child and my sisters Alice 3rd
child and my sister Mable’s 1st child was all born the same year I came into the world. I have 4 living and one
sister that died when she was sixteen that are old enough to be my mother.

        I remember going to Ogden with Papa and Mama one time when I was about 7 or 8 years old, to get the
Buick fixed. Papa did not think anyone in Tremonton or Brigham City knew what they were doing when it
came to working on his car. Anyway we were there most of the morning so Papa took us to have dinner and
then Mama took me to the park. Mama was setting on the park bench where it was nice and cool. I do not
know how long we were there but I guess I was getting a bit tired, and I was acting up a bit. I nice man came
over to me and said, “Here is some money, why don’t you get your Grandmother and go get an ice cream cone.
I looked up and him and said, “she is not my Grandmother, she my Mother, and we have money for ice cream if
I want some.” I guess people who did not know us thought Mama was a little old to have a child my age. I
thought they were the best parents in the whole world and would not have changed it for anything.

        When I got a little older and going to high school, we were to bring our mothers to party’s and things at
school, Mama did not always feel well enough to come but when she did she seem to have a good time. I loved
it when she could come, I was so proud of Mama.

        Mama would say I came into the world to comfort them in there old age. As I look back on it today I
hope I did that. I tried my best and did not get married until I was 25 years old. Even then I did not feel right
about leaving them. My brother Golden was still at home running the farm and my brother Clyde was still in
the Army. It was hard for Golden to find help to work on the farm so Cecil my husband who was in the service
would take time off and help Golden all he could. Cecil would also come home every weekend to help. Cecil
had his knee operated on at Bushnell Hospital in Brigham City and afterwards he became a guard for the
prisoners of war they had there, so I lived a that year at home with Mama and Papa.

        I am sure Papa and Mama was much different than they were when the older kids were young. I know
the older girls would work outside, they grubbed sage brush stacked and burned it, hauled rocks, milked cows,
worked with the horses, and anything else that needed to get done. They tell me Mary was a real hand with the
horses and could ride or drive as good if not better than any man. They say she was with Papa all the time.

        I know things where different back then but there was still a lot of work to be done. There was beet to
thin and cow, cows to milk and feed, cows to herd all day long and the dry stock to take to the pasture on the
hill. One thing I never learned to do was to milk cows. But I did every thing else. I liked to ride the horses and
enjoyed taking the dry stock upon the hill to the pasture, sometimes Papa would ride with me and that I really
enjoyed. He was a lot of fun to talk to and he knew everything about horses. He loved his horses and if you did
not take real good care of them, he sure let you know about it. We also had pigs and so I fed them along with
the chickens and some times we were given some sheep and turkeys. I guess what I am trying to tell you is we
learned to work and there was plenty of it, Papa saw to that. W e girls also learned to work in the house. Mama
was a great cook and she kept her home clean and neat.


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        One of my girls use to say, “If you had learned to sew as good as Grandma to learned to cook we would
have all been thin and dressed real good.” I guess we were all a little on the plump side. We had a good home
with lots of good things to eat and no one ever left our home hungry. We had clean bed and warm wool
blankets to keep us warm. Papa and Mama always made sure we had nice clothes, maybe not as many as other
kids but they were the best Papa could afford to buy. Mama would make sure they were clean and neat. Papa
and Mama were wonderful and I love them with all my heart.

        Papa banked to Brigham City and he use to go there a lot and when the fruit was on he would bring
home the best. He knew all the growers and he would bring up to ten cases of strawberries and raspberries. He
would also bring home three or four bushels of peaches and apricots at a time. Fruit was a very important part
of our food. To this day I can see the wonderful fruit and when the strawberries come on I just have to buy
some. I do not know if I had to have some because I liked them so much or because it reminds me of Papa. He
did love strawberries. He would put them on almost everything.

       When we would be thinning beets Papa would always bring us some cold drink and in the afternoons he
would also bring us a big bowl of strawberries. As we all stood around eating and drinking could water or
lemonade, Papa would check our work, if he would see things he did not like he would take you over to the
place he found bad work and let you see what he did not like and then say, “I know you will do better next
time.”

        Papa did most of the shopping and he bought the best he could afford. He would get a leg of beef that
was cured just right and have them slice it real thin. It was so good; I can still taste on Mama home made bread.
It we called it chipped beef. Papa knew how to pick good meat and it seems it was much better than it does
nowday’s.

       When we thinned the beets or did other work we did not get paid. When we got done Papa would load
us up and take us to Brigham City or Ogden to buy us our new clothes, dress shoes. It was wool’s in the fall and
maybe a winter coat. Papa always bought the best he could afford. If we saw something we liked he would
always say now lets look at everything and then if this is still what you want it will still be here. You know we
can always come back and get this one.

        Papa loved to have his hair combed, as a kid I used to sit on his lap and comb his hair, sometimes he
would give me a nickel to do it. He also liked to have me wash and rub his feet and then trim his toenails. He
would say it made him feel like he was in heaven. I did that for a lot of years, and as I think about it today I
really miss doing it.

        Papa was always so much fun to be with. When we would go to Brigham City we would get to Corinne
and Papa would always say, “we are about ready to enter the big city of Corinne.” It was not a very big city then
but he would tell us how at one time it was quite big and wicked. He told us that there was not many Mormons
that lived there and that the people did not like Brigham Young. They were trying to make it the Capital, but
Brigham told every one not to worry the Lord would take care of it if we did what was right and sure enough it
fell on hard times and you can see what it is today. Then when we were about to Brigham City he would say
hold on to your hats, we are about to enter the big city of Brigham. He would do his banking and then take us
out to dinner. Before going home. He keep us laughing all the time.

        I never learned to drive a car for a year or so after I was old enough so one of my girl friends would
come and because Papa eyes were not that good my girl friend would drive us around. They thought Papa was
the best sport they had ever went with. He would let us go to a show and he would visit every one around town.
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He would then take us to dinner. Once we made him a little upset because we stayed and seen the show through
twice. He let us know that was not what he had agreed to.

       I have been told by some of my brother and sisters that Papa was stern and a little mean but I do not
remember him that way at all. I can say he wanted to mind and do what you were told. One thing you did not
want to do was talk back to him. He used to say that there was one thing he did not like was a sassy kid, and if
you did that you would get your ears pulled or boxed. I don’t think Papa and Mama had as much trouble with
16 kids as we do with two or three today. When Papa said no he meant No and you knew it.

       People use to say Papa never worked because he had all those kids to do it for him. But he could work
and work hard. When it was time to top beets, he was up very early in the morning, get the horses ready and
had ten or so rows of beets plowed before we were ready for breakfast. Sometimes it would be so cold but he
was there doing what needed to be done. It seems to me he never asked us to do things he would not do
himself. I have seen him set on that plow all day and it was so cold he could hardly walk when he would get
off. He worked in the hay fields, watered beets, hay and the grain. He did it all and he made sure you knew
how he wanted it done.

         He would rope and ride when he was 80 years old and was still a good boss. One day a person told him
that all he did was boss and he looked at him and said, “a good boss is worth 6 working men and I am a damn
good boss.” All the men that worked for Papa loved him because he told them what he expected and then he
paid them a good wage for a good days work.

        Papa and Mama was always thinking of their kids and their kids. They loved to have them come home
and eat with them and set around a talk about the news of the day or Papa would tell stories about the past. He
could keep you on the end of your set was he told you stories of his youth and the horses he and Uncle Lars use
to work with. He used to love birthday parties and he would say all great men were born in February, Lincoln,
Washington, Thomas Edison, St. Valentine and him he was born 11 February 1868, then he would smile. He
would say, “life is what you make it and some people make it damn miserable.”

        Papa always like to wear nice clothes and he like a new Stetson hat, in fact I do not believe he ever had
any other brand on his head, and he wore nice boots. He did have a nice pair of dress boots but he wore mostly
work boots. He liked a light shirt for every day work, not white but light color. He liked to wear a sweater
better than a coat. He hated a dirty old hat, and told the kids about it when they wore one. He hated tight-
legged pants.

         He was a very outgoing person and loved to visit with people, but he could have never done the things
he did without Mother. What a worker he was inside our home cooking, cleaning but I never seen her work out
in the fields but she knew what was going on and what needed to be done. M y sisters tell me Mama would
work side by side with Papa all day and still have everything done inside the home. Mama used to like to have
setting hen, and when the baby chicks hatched they were so cute running behind their mother. Mama also had a
few turkeys.

        It seems to me Mama was always cooking and feed people. Some time Papa would have workers came
for breakfast and then work until noon and they would eat lunch and go back in the fields and then stay for
supper. I saw her bake 6 to 8 loaves of bread a day. Mama would make wheat bread, sweet rolls, do-nuts, dough
cake, Danish soup and Danish thin pancakes. Everything she made was fit for a king and Papa was her King.
She loved him more than words can tell. Mama would do all this and still do the washing, ironing and cleaning


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for the family. Mama was the first person up in the mornings and the last one to go to bed. She kept a clean
house and taught all of her girls to do the same.

         The old saying that behind every successful man there is a good woman was sure right with Mama. Not
only was she a good woman, she was a great woman, a great Mother and a great pusher. Mother never went
many places and she never received much honor of men but she took care of her family and supported her
husband. She taught her children to be honest and work hard and to love the Lord. She did go to Salt lake City
to Conference and she went a few times to get fruit in Brigham City. She went to see Lars once in a while but
she felt her job was at home and that where she wanted to be. Once in a while she would go Christmas
shopping for her children and that grand kids. She would say there is just so many I can’t buy much but she
tried to remember all of them. Mama loved little dishes and so when Papa went somewhere he would always
bring her a little plate or cup. He was very thoughtful. My sisters tell me she went much more when she was
younger. They tell me she made lots of butter and she would get in her buggy and go all over the valley selling
her butter. She even had name put on her butter wrappers. The old butter mold is still up at the house, any way
it was the last time I seem it.

       Papa never went to a day of school in his life and could not read or write. He did learn to write his name
because he wanted to put his name on the checks. But thanks to his Mother he could figure in his head faster
than any one I knew could on paper. It was fun to watch when he would ask some one to figure some things for
him. When they were just about through he would say I believe it should be this or that. When they got through
they would say how do you do that? I do not believe he ever got taken on any business deal. He was smart.
One person said of him, “I would like to know what he could have done if he had the schooling that most of us
had.” This was a man who had many degrees behind his name.

        None of us kids went to collage and not many of our friends did but Papa sent Ruby and Amy on church
missions and he was real proud of that. I believe Wallace’s son Jay was the first of his Grandsons to go and
serve a mission. Papa and Mama loved the Church and Papa served with three Bishops. I believe he served for
18 or 19 years. We would all walk to church and Papa would have us all singing the songs of Zion. He had a
wonderful voice and love to sing or hum everywhere he went. When he was working, riding a horse or driving
his car, if he was not talking he would be singing or humming a song. Papa and Mama would call us all around
to have family prayer. We would turn the chairs around and we would put our heads on the seats. O such
memories! I could go on and on but just let me say I am so happy to be a part of this family and know I was
given wonderful brothers and sisters. We had wonderful parents who loved us and taught us the best they could.
If any of us turned out good we owe it to Papa and Mama. I wish the young people of today were taught to love
one another and respect their parents the way I and my brother and sisters were taught. May God bless my Papa
and Mama and may I live so I can see and hold them in my arms again. Love Wanda




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                    TAUGHTS BY EDNA ANDERSON WIFE OF WALLACE ANDERSON
                     ABOUT STORAGE OF MEAT AND THE MAKING OTHER NEEDS!

        In the early days of the pioneers, they had very few ways to keep any fresh meat or vegetables. Some
was able to dig dirt cellars. Floors, walls and roof was dirt. They would put up a wood frame with a door in it
to keep out the rodents out. Some people lined their cellars with rocks, but most every one had to put what they
wanted to store in containers of some type. They keep milk in large pans covered with a cloth, and meat was
put in a clean flower or large sugar sacks. The meat would only keep for a few days. They could keep
vegetables for a few weeks in the winter.

       After a while when people built a new home they would put a cellar under the house again the floor and
walls were dirt. They would have a door that you could lift up and then steps going down to the cellar. Many
would build shelves so they could put bottles and other pans on them and could use the cellar for more things.

       When they killed an animal in the winter, it was dressed and hung on the north side of the house. The
meat would freeze solid. So when you wanted some meat you would bring it into the house and lay in on the
kitchen table, you would saw off what you wanted and then take the rest back to the north side of your house
and hang it back up. I remember Grandpa telling about some Indians that stopped by and wanted to trade some
gloves for some meat. Grandpa took them around to the north side of the house where he had a half beef
hanging, it was frozen and shriveled looking, the old Indian looked at grandpa and asked, “how many moons?”
They talked for a while and then they traded. Grandpa would always get a chuckle when he told the story. The
meat was put in a sack and hung high enough so the dogs and other animals could not get to it.

        Some tried to canning the meat but it was crude and a unsure method. Many people got very sick when
they first tried this method.

        When they killed a pig for pork it was skinned and then cut up, but later as soon as the pig was killed it
was plunged into a 50-gallon barrel of boiling hot water. It was pulled up and down in the hot water for a few
times until the bristles started to come off. Then brought it out placed it on some clean boards and all the
bristles cleaned off the pig. They would use a large knife to clean the bristles off. Then some bright person
invented a hog scraper to clean off the bristles.

         The meat was then cut up; it was a fun time for all the kids as they helped with the cutting and making of
lord and soap. They would cut the fat off the pig and cut it into small squares. The squares were then put into
this large black kettle and cooked until it boiled, it was then poured into cloth sack and it run through the cloth
into a bucket. It was then put into containers where it would stay good for months. The little squares that were
left were called cracklings and the kids loved them. The pig’s tail was the prize every kid wanted to get. They
also made soap out of the fat and out of the fat that became rancid. They also kept the fat from the meat they
cooked; it was all used to make soap. Every thing was used. They also made headcheese. I do not know how it
was made but I know it was really good.

       The intestines were washed and cleaned inside and out. They then took some of the meat and made
sausage out of it and it was then stuffed into the intestines, the intestines were tied on each end. Sometimes they
would take the sausage and made patties. As I look back on it I can say much of the sausage was better tasting
than what they have today.

        When the German families came they would bring with them a lord press. It was a round cylinder and
then a smaller cylinder inside but this one had lots of holes in it. They would place a white sack in the cylinder

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and then they would pour the hot lord into the sack. A top was then placed on the cylinder and it had a handle
that when turned it would push down and force the hot lard through the tube into a clean bucket, it was then
allowed to cool. It turned out as white as snow and would keep for a long time.

         They would also use the press to make sausage. After they killed the animal they would clean the
intestines real good and then cut the meat and put it into the press and force the sausage into the intestines and
tie the ends for sausage links.

        By this time they found out they could keep the meat much longer if they would make salt brim and
sugar boil it together. The meat was laid in a barrel and the cool brim poured over it. The neat had to be turned
every 4 to 5 days. The meat that was at the top had to be put at the bottom. This was done every week for 6
weeks. It was a messy job because it had to be keep in your home. After 6 weeks the meat was taken to a
German man by the name of Chadaz, he had build a room where he hung the meat from the rafters and he would
then build a fire of apple wood and smoke the meat for 4 to 6 weeks. You would not believe how good it was.
It was heavenly.




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                                                  PROLOGUE


       By all accounts, Rasmus and Mary Anderson created a happy, pleasant home, where love, peace and
happiness were within its walls.

        Rasmus drove a white-topped buggy with two spirited horses, which he was so proud of when cars came
into existence, he purchased a Buick and until the day he died, he drove that same make of car. He was a proud
and he loved to be well dressed.

        Rasmus loved people, he adored little children and he was affectionately called Uncle Daddy. He was
interested in the progress and development of his day. He was a lover of good and beautiful animals and
delighted in riding his favorite horses. His beautiful cows and horses were his pride and joy.

         Rasmus was proud of his large family and loved to have them return home and visit. He was a true
Latter- Day Saint with high ideals and aspirations. He was an inspiration and example to his family and all who
knew him. He helped build three churches, which took many hours from home life. He helped with many civic
activities to bring about improvements. He had a strong testimony of the Gospel. He was a good speaker. He
spoke from his heart and with the spirit of God.

       May the memory of Rasmus Anderson long live in the hearts of his posterity. The power of his fine
example, no one can estimate. There is no substitute for a. rich and worthy life and his character should inspire
the generations that follow.




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