Jar of Questions - Part 2
Any exciting experience in scouting as a boy?
I was in scouting at 12 in Troop 50 of the old 4th Ward which was down on Main Street and Extension Road. The buildings a restrunt now called The Landmark. We had a separate building that was our Scout room and it had a fireplace in it and we really enjoyed the fires we would build and we had some good times and fun there. We had a lot of different Scout Masters but Max Cox and Brother Huber I remember - also Karl Kleinman and Ronald Clement acted as Scout Masters. One of the crazy times really stupid was when the fire was going in the fire place and they would throw 22 shells into the fire and everyone would run out or duck behind something before they would go off. As many times as they did that no one ever got hurt from exploding shells. I remember riding up to Camp Geronimo in the back of a open truck. The camp was by Kohls Ranch on Tonto Creek. All of us boys enjoyed that - going by truck was the only way then. They borrowed one of the Mesa City's trucks. The Scouts sure wouldn't let you do that now or the LDS church either. I remember getting my Eagle Scout Award - that was exciting and a relief. One outing that I remember during Scouting was our cousin Ronald Clement was acting Scout Master at 16 or 17 yrs old and he took us up to Granite Reed for a overnight camp out. He used his mother's 36 Olds. 4 door sedan and put us boys and our bed rolls in our cotton trailer (of Papa's) and he pulled us up there in the 4 wheel trailer with side boards on it. We had a great time. The only bad thing was Ronald lost the keys to the car and we had a hard time finding them in the sand. It took about 2 hours of looking but they were finally found and home we came in that trailer of Papa's. We used the trailer to have paper drives during the war. We would go door to door and collect newspapers and magazines for the war effort.
What was a frustrating experience I had with an animal or pet?
We were always around animals growing up on the farm. Papa had the big old horses for pulling things on the farm. They were his tractor you might say. One of them was Buster and he was a big brown horse and I went down the field to pet him one day and I was barefooted. I petted him and hugged him and talked to him and I thought he was enjoying the attention but then all of a sudden he planted his big front foot on top of my foot and it felt like he was smashing my toes and I really had a hard time getting him to move but finally did which made me happy. I'm still sure Old Buster had a big grin on his face as I limped back up the field towards the house with a sore foot.
I was in scouting at 12 in Troop 50 of the old 4th Ward which was down on Main Street and Extension Road. The buildings a restrunt now called The Landmark. We had a separate building that was our Scout room and it had a fireplace in it and we really enjoyed the fires we would build and we had some good times and fun there. We had a lot of different Scout Masters but Max Cox and Brother Huber I remember - also Karl Kleinman and Ronald Clement acted as Scout Masters. One of the crazy times really stupid was when the fire was going in the fire place and they would throw 22 shells into the fire and everyone would run out or duck behind something before they would go off. As many times as they did that no one ever got hurt from exploding shells. I remember riding up to Camp Geronimo in the back of a open truck. The camp was by Kohls Ranch on Tonto Creek. All of us boys enjoyed that - going by truck was the only way then. They borrowed one of the Mesa City's trucks. The Scouts sure wouldn't let you do that now or the LDS church either. I remember getting my Eagle Scout Award - that was exciting and a relief. One outing that I remember during Scouting was our cousin Ronald Clement was acting Scout Master at 16 or 17 yrs old and he took us up to Granite Reed for a overnight camp out. He used his mother's 36 Olds. 4 door sedan and put us boys and our bed rolls in our cotton trailer (of Papa's) and he pulled us up there in the 4 wheel trailer with side boards on it. We had a great time. The only bad thing was Ronald lost the keys to the car and we had a hard time finding them in the sand. It took about 2 hours of looking but they were finally found and home we came in that trailer of Papa's. We used the trailer to have paper drives during the war. We would go door to door and collect newspapers and magazines for the war effort.
What was a frustrating experience I had with an animal or pet?
We were always around animals growing up on the farm. Papa had the big old horses for pulling things on the farm. They were his tractor you might say. One of them was Buster and he was a big brown horse and I went down the field to pet him one day and I was barefooted. I petted him and hugged him and talked to him and I thought he was enjoying the attention but then all of a sudden he planted his big front foot on top of my foot and it felt like he was smashing my toes and I really had a hard time getting him to move but finally did which made me happy. I'm still sure Old Buster had a big grin on his face as I limped back up the field towards the house with a sore foot.
Another animal that made me grow up I think was when a German Sheppard got hit by a car and I was holding him and he died. That was a sad experience and made me realize how close life and death is and can happen so quick. And about my bull calfs that grow up from fun looking and curious pets to ornery and dangerous animals. We raised our own beef for our meat to eat. We'd buy calfs and the kids and myself would bottle feed them and they would grow up big in the field. We had 2 big ones left and they would get out of the field but we would be able to get them back in. One night, Joan and I was taking a walk and I looked down Extension Road in front of Cal Milyard house. I saw our 2 bulls standing in the road. Joan went back to get John and Wayne, and David to help get them back in but they refused to get back into our field thru the fence where we cut the wire. This was at midnight. We tried hay and pleading and chasing but no way they moved. They were having a great time out. Finally one of them came at me around a tree and I swung at it with a limb I was carrying but he didn't stop. He put his head down and picked me up and shook me and thru me down and run off. I got up not believing what happened but took off after him then I realyzed my shoe was filling with blood and felt my leg and realized he had ripped me to the bone on the inner side of my right leg. So after about 30 more minutes the 2 bulls run back into our field from Milyards and I left the boys there to tie the fence together and I went to the house and took a shower and Joan took me to the Luth Hospital emergency room where for 2.5 hours they sowed my leg back together. They said I was very lucky because the main artery had stayed together but was exposed. If it had broken then I would have died from lose of blood in just a few minutes. They said I would not have had time to make it to the house. So I've much to be thankful for. One person, Bro. Levette estimated they put in about 250 stitches sowing me up. I healed up fast and well and within 3 days the 2 bulls was butchered and we made the big decission to not raise enymore beef for the deep freeze.
Would I choose a different occupation?
No, I think I would do and be the same again. The garage has been good to us - provided the nessessity of life and has let our family be close. The only part has been the abandoned car part of the business. Such a waste of time junking out cars. We should have bought land and opened up a wrecking yard someplace to use all of those abandoned cars for a good purpose and provided another source of employment.
Would I choose a different occupation?
No, I think I would do and be the same again. The garage has been good to us - provided the nessessity of life and has let our family be close. The only part has been the abandoned car part of the business. Such a waste of time junking out cars. We should have bought land and opened up a wrecking yard someplace to use all of those abandoned cars for a good purpose and provided another source of employment.
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