Jar of Questions - Part 7
Do I recall any special events which took place on our block or in the neighborhood while I was growing up?
Oh I can remember the work on the farm and all of us (family) working together. The clearing of ditchs, the hauling of hay with the horses, the hauling of maise for the chickens, the feeding of the baby calf after the milking of the cows, watching the men thrash the grain after cutting it with the binder and hauling it in and stacking it and the brought the big trash machine to our house to do it and how big the pile of straw would get after the wheat or whatever was taken from the stock and going out into the ditch to swim in the summer to take our daily bath or we would go to the pump across the corner to swim also. We would watch the Indian come by our home on there way to town especially on Saturday as they went in to by there grocerys + needed things. They would be in wagons pulled by horses - going in by morning + going back home by later afternoon. And it was fun to watch the road grader go by grading the roads and Salt River Project would come by at Tewing clearing the big ditchs with horses pulling discs and some times they would have German + Italian prisoners during the war 1942-1946 that would clean ditchs also with guards watching them. And then we enjoyed the sheep herds going by as they took them to the mountains for spring + summer grasing from Dobson Ranch. We even watched a few cars go by some times back when the road was dirt + one lane. We would even have a accident once in a while when 2 vehicles would run into each other. There was always something going on to enjoy - especially each other as we grew up as kids.
How did I like being the 9th child of our family?
I really did enjoy being the 9th child. I think thats the best number of eny family. I'm just happy + thankful Mom + Papa didn't stop with #8 and Ive expressed that a lot of times. Just think - Dora would of been the baby and I and Heber + Nione would of been where? and if they'd of stopped with no 9 (me) then I wouldn't of had Heber + Nione to give a hard time too and cause there life to be more miserable. Really I'm very thankfull for everyone in our family. I just wished Id of got to know Zelda. I figure she was like Alta though - and I don't know why! Just looking at her picture I guess, Every brother + sister is different and very special and you just can't help but to love each one very much. I wished I'd know my grand parents. The last one living died 2 years before I was borned in 1928. I believe that was Grandma Clement. I'm glad Elvin and I got to work together in our buisness we started in 1955 (Clement Motors). He was a great brother, but I wish he had been closer and more active in the church. He did believe in the church but never did like to go to the meetings. He did go home teaching with Tom Wright Sr. for a long time. They were good friends. Elvin did help Tom give blessing to there people they home teached too but Elvin had to get help on the first person that asked for a blessing. Elvin did have the priesthood power.
What is the most wonderful thing that ever happened to me and what was the worst thing?
I think being borned is the most wonderful thing (I can remember it well). But really the most wonderful thing is when Joan married me - June 8 1956. It was a new awakening and I really enjoyed her and married life. Life really had a beautifull meaning and a purpose. It was great. And I don't have enything against my growing up years with my family either - it was very nice and great also, but with Joan, getting married, building a home + a buisness, raising a family, haveing a great church to go to, working in the church at different positions + callings. But I just have to say Joan was my most wonderful thing in my life.
Probably the worst thing was when that bull picked me up on his horns and shook me and then thru me down and and run off. I really didn't realize that he about tore of my leg until I felt my shoe filling with blood and I walked home from behind Milyards house (now Johns) and we (Joan drove me) went to the Lutheran Hospital and they spent 2 1/2 hrs sowing up the rip in my leg. Someone figured they did 220 stitches just 2 in. below my privet area and the big blood vessel was exposed going down my leg. They said if it had torn open I never would of even been able to walk home - I would have been dead. So Ive a lot to be thankful for. Those were our last 2 bulls we raised for beef. We called the meat people and they took care of them.
Oh I can remember the work on the farm and all of us (family) working together. The clearing of ditchs, the hauling of hay with the horses, the hauling of maise for the chickens, the feeding of the baby calf after the milking of the cows, watching the men thrash the grain after cutting it with the binder and hauling it in and stacking it and the brought the big trash machine to our house to do it and how big the pile of straw would get after the wheat or whatever was taken from the stock and going out into the ditch to swim in the summer to take our daily bath or we would go to the pump across the corner to swim also. We would watch the Indian come by our home on there way to town especially on Saturday as they went in to by there grocerys + needed things. They would be in wagons pulled by horses - going in by morning + going back home by later afternoon. And it was fun to watch the road grader go by grading the roads and Salt River Project would come by at Tewing clearing the big ditchs with horses pulling discs and some times they would have German + Italian prisoners during the war 1942-1946 that would clean ditchs also with guards watching them. And then we enjoyed the sheep herds going by as they took them to the mountains for spring + summer grasing from Dobson Ranch. We even watched a few cars go by some times back when the road was dirt + one lane. We would even have a accident once in a while when 2 vehicles would run into each other. There was always something going on to enjoy - especially each other as we grew up as kids.
How did I like being the 9th child of our family?
I really did enjoy being the 9th child. I think thats the best number of eny family. I'm just happy + thankful Mom + Papa didn't stop with #8 and Ive expressed that a lot of times. Just think - Dora would of been the baby and I and Heber + Nione would of been where? and if they'd of stopped with no 9 (me) then I wouldn't of had Heber + Nione to give a hard time too and cause there life to be more miserable. Really I'm very thankfull for everyone in our family. I just wished Id of got to know Zelda. I figure she was like Alta though - and I don't know why! Just looking at her picture I guess, Every brother + sister is different and very special and you just can't help but to love each one very much. I wished I'd know my grand parents. The last one living died 2 years before I was borned in 1928. I believe that was Grandma Clement. I'm glad Elvin and I got to work together in our buisness we started in 1955 (Clement Motors). He was a great brother, but I wish he had been closer and more active in the church. He did believe in the church but never did like to go to the meetings. He did go home teaching with Tom Wright Sr. for a long time. They were good friends. Elvin did help Tom give blessing to there people they home teached too but Elvin had to get help on the first person that asked for a blessing. Elvin did have the priesthood power.
What is the most wonderful thing that ever happened to me and what was the worst thing?
I think being borned is the most wonderful thing (I can remember it well). But really the most wonderful thing is when Joan married me - June 8 1956. It was a new awakening and I really enjoyed her and married life. Life really had a beautifull meaning and a purpose. It was great. And I don't have enything against my growing up years with my family either - it was very nice and great also, but with Joan, getting married, building a home + a buisness, raising a family, haveing a great church to go to, working in the church at different positions + callings. But I just have to say Joan was my most wonderful thing in my life.
Probably the worst thing was when that bull picked me up on his horns and shook me and then thru me down and and run off. I really didn't realize that he about tore of my leg until I felt my shoe filling with blood and I walked home from behind Milyards house (now Johns) and we (Joan drove me) went to the Lutheran Hospital and they spent 2 1/2 hrs sowing up the rip in my leg. Someone figured they did 220 stitches just 2 in. below my privet area and the big blood vessel was exposed going down my leg. They said if it had torn open I never would of even been able to walk home - I would have been dead. So Ive a lot to be thankful for. Those were our last 2 bulls we raised for beef. We called the meat people and they took care of them.
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