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S: AUTUMN VIEW- A FAMILY HERITAGE

1: Autumn View was where my sweetheart and I began civilian life together. It was the home that nurtured my husband and children and provided roots for the following generations. Eileen Coombs Smith

4: Thatcher, Idaho is home. It is where our roots run deep. Prehistorically the river basin was Lake Thatcher which formed distinct terraces on the hillsides. There are numerous fresh clear springs both cold and warm, some even hot. Cold lava rock flows can be found through the landscape. The Native Americans frequented the area most likely seeking berries and bison, big horn sheep and Mule deer, elk and antelope. Beaver and other wild life loved the lush rambling meadows where the Bear River meanders through the valley floor. Mounds in the northeastern part of the valley are believed to be Indian burial ground and have been left undisturbed. The first white men came to trap beaver around 1824. Pioneers traveling the Oregon trail to the north would fine refuge with the warm springs and river. Early land squatters of the valley were not Mormon and the valley eventually was referred to as "Gentile Valley". In 1860 President Brigham Young encouraged the Saints in the Salt Lake Valley to settle to the valleys to the North and twelve families made their way north to Franklin, Idaho. More followed and soon there was a settlement with a store, saloon, post office and a school. Freight and stage lines passed on the west side of the river. I (much of this text is gleaned from Gentile Valley First 100 Years) | In January 1881 George Michael Smith married Mary Ellen Woolley in Kaysville, Utah. A few months later in June they loaded up all of their belongings into one wagon pulled by a team of horses and one saddle horse and settled in a little cabin on the west side of the river road close to a warm spring where the church baptisms were held and surrounded by 440 acres. This is located about a little less then a mile south of the Smith Road turn off. Their first year in the valley they cut 17 loads of wild meadow hay and repaired the cabin and out buildings. Five years later George replaced the cabin with a two room log house that was remodeled through the years and still stands. George and his brother Joe also had holdings in Skull Valley, Draper, Grantsville and Kaysville. They would run horses and cattle in Utah in the winter and summer the her in Idaho. It took six days to trail the cattle from Thatcher to Salt Lake City. In the fall of 1892 after eleven years of marriage, George was called to serve a mission in the soutHern statEs. after taking his wife and five children: Edna May, George Sivell, Ernest Heber, Elmer Wilding and Hyrum Wendell to Kaysville for the winter, he left on his mission. Soon after he left another son, Paul Michael, was born. But he died six weeks later. In the spring of 1893 Mary Ellen returned to the ranch and with the help of a hired man was able to run the ranch, keep her husband in the mission field and clear the place of all debt. After George's return from his mission four more children joined the family and all except for Edwin Parley died shortly after birth. George was a large stature man- 6'3" and 235 lbs. Mary Ellen was petite at only 5'2". it was said she was kind but firm. Mary Ellen died early at age 50 yrs in 1908 at her home. Edna, the eldest daughter took over the responsibility of raising the small children and taking care of her father. He passed away at home in 1934 at age 79. Edna never did marry. before passing away, George divided his land among his children. | Sivel & Ethel

5: Meanwhile, back at the ranch.... George's second child and oldest son George Sivell married Ethel Laurelda Egbert from West Jordan in 1909 in the Salt Lake Temple. They moved to the ranch which Sivell had homesteaded and purchased the squatters rights from Julius Shepherd and John Lester about 3 miles west of the Cove School Sivell's younger brother Wendell also homesteaded just further west. Wendell built a two room cabin on the ridge above where the current home still stands. Wendell and Della lived on their farm raising four children, then eventually moved to Salt Lake in 1975 where they dedicated themselves to temple work. Sivell and Ethel lived in an old homesteader log cabin and enlarged it as children were born. Mary, Luella, Wilbur (who died from pneumonia at age 20), Horace, John, Max and Margaret. The first child was born in West Jordan but the other six were born in the log cabin with only a midwife attending. The children walked or rode horsed five miles down the hill to go to school. Going down was easy. Coming back up, especially in the winter was much more difficult. Sivell was a farmer and also bred short horn milking cattle. Sivell also purchased the Taylor place on the same terrace just east of their ranch. There was no water on the Taylor place which made living very difficult. Eventually the family built a larger home across the road. Max told storied of being a small boy helping his father nail the shingles on the roof. Sivell and Wendell were the last two receive electricity. As the children grew up they eventually left the valley, except for John and Max. | A few miles down the river a young Titus Coombs had settled his young family on their homestead in the foothills east of of th Henry Thatcher home- which was just across the road from the Buttermilk School-- named for the color of its brick. Titus who was from Teasdale, Utah had first come to the Gentile Valley at the tender age of 12 when he and his brother Ray drove twenty to thirty head of horses from Ephrium, up Spanish Fork Canyon, through Salt Lake And up into Idaho. The trip took eleven days and was filled with many exciting and scary experiences. Titus stayed with his sister Lydia and her family through the school year and his parents David & Theresa Billings Coombs joined them a year later. At the ripe old age of 19 Titus purchased 400 acres from his brother and father. The next fall Titus met Blanche Allen at a dance at Fish Lake, Utah and married her on November 23, 1922. On their wedding day they celebrated with dinner at the Bluebird Diner in Logan. Five children soon joined the family in the old log cabin; William LeClede, Eileen, David Allen, Etta and Evelyn. Etta only lived one day. In 1933 Titus purchased the large house by the Buttermilk school and rented rooms to teachers. In 1963 Titus and Blanche moved into the small house next door while David and LaRue stayed in the large house. In 1968 they sold the ranch to David and moved to Preston. | Titus & Blanche

8: Max graduated from Thatcher High School in 1939 and helped his father on the farm until he joined the army Air Corp in 1942. He served as an airplane mechanic and eventually went on to become a pilot flying B25 Bombers. He served stateside through 1946. In 1944 Max married Eileen Coombs who had grown up in Thatcher just down the river road. Eileen was Max's little sister Margaret's good friend. she was born in a log cabin further south in the foothills of Thatcher. She had grown into a beautiful young woman in the few years that he had been gone. Their love blossomed through letters and soon they yearned to be together. Eileen traveled by bus with her mother and future mother-in-law to San Antonio, Texas where soon they were wed in a little wedding chapel on base. A few months later they were sealed in the Logan Temple for eternity. Max and Eileen continued living on the ranch with Sivell and Ethel as their young family began to grow. Eventually Sivell and Ethel would retire to Grace leaving Max and EIleen to work the ranch with their young family. John and JoMarie raised their family on the Taylor place. Eventually John moved his family to Cache Valley in 1957. ' Max and Eileen continued to live on the ranch where they raised their family: Richard Max, Gordon Coombs, Deonne, Paul Allen, Connie, Mark Sivel and Teresa. Farming and raising cattle was difficult and max worked several jobs to offset the financial burdens of farming. Even moving his family for a year or two to Dayton while working at Thiokol-- over an hour drive to Tremonton. After developing health issues and have groundbreaking ArteriaL bypass surgery, Max and Eileen sold the ranch to Don Gilbert and moved to Midvale, Utah. at that time, Richard and Gordon were married, Deonne was living in the big city of Salt Lake and Paul was on a mission. The family home, barn, garages, shops, chicken coops and pastures were all eventually demolished and turned into wheat fieLds. all except 20 acres. What we refer to as "The sheep pasture", where the curlies would show the first sign of spring and the fall leaves would create a magical carpet of wonder. It is what we now cherish as "Autumn View". | In 1979 Max & Eileen moved to Green River, Utah. It was important to keep a connection to Autumn View so improvements were made,. A road cut in, cement poured and a fire pit created. The building was built around 1986. Paul and his family were there to help. Max was nailing shingles on the roof and slid off landing on his face. The hammer he had in his hand hit his face and cut his eyebrow and Paul took him to Preston to have it stitched up. He also cracked a couple of ribs.

9: The name "Autumn View" was chosen when Sivell, Max & Horace were taking registered "Milking Shorthorns" to the fairs in Grace and Blackfoot, ID. Each cow had a name and a number and I painted a sign with Autumn View, which we chose because of the fall colors all around. It was the name for the whole ranch at the time. The boys would stay with the cows in the barns at the fairs and sleeping in sleeping bags. They thought it was great fun. Eileen Smith | GEORGE SIVELL AND ETHEL LAURELDA EGBERT SMITH Eileen asked me today to write what I remember of my father. I remember living in the old log house west of the barn. We got our water out of the creek. The log house had one large room, kitchen- dining room, and large bedroom downstairs ground level. Then two bedrooms upstairs. I remember one time Grandmother Egbert was up from West Jordan and was helping milk the cows outside in the corral. The cows would usually just stand still to be milked. Mother would help also. Grandma let me and helped me squeeze the teat to get the milk out. Mother was always a gentle woman. Dad was also. Dad always taught us to be a man of our word. If we told someone we would do something we would do it. I appreciate this characteristic in any person. I rarely saw my mother or father lose their temper We lived on a ranch and thus raised our own chickens, pigs, cows, sheep and horses. As we boys grew up we were given a good saddle horse and also a team of work horses. We would spend the winter and fall getting wood out of the mountains and cutting it up into cordwood for the heater and also for the kitchen range. One day as Dad and the older boys were sawing wood with Dad’s Model T car jacked up onto a tripod with one flat pulley under each rear wheel, and a drive belt on the center. If you failed to keep wood on the saw, the unevenness of the tires would cause the car to bounce. It bounced off the tripod and started across the yard toward a shed with Dad in hot pursuit saying,”Woah, Stop!”. He finally caught it before it did any damage. One early winter he and the older boys went into the mountain to get mahogany wood.a real hard wood. While he was gone Margret went into convulsions and mother sent one of the girls on horseback to get Dad. Margret was O.K. Dad had a light-weight team that loved to run and did occasionally. One day the boys tied them up to a post. They were hooked to the dump rake. Something scared them and they broke loose. They ran east of the barn over half a mile, then back hitting a gatepost in the process. When they came back to the barn all they had left was the tongue of the rake, the double tree and neck yoke. Both wheels had come off and then the frame of the rake. What a mess! Dad, on Sunday would load us all into the sleigh or buggy and off to church we would go six miles to Thatcher Ward House or 12 miles to Grace to Stake Conference. Dad was second Councilor to Bp. Leo Anderson for years. Mother was Relief Society President for many years and had to travel to Ward and Stake meetings by team and buggy. It was her responsibility to plan the 4th of July celebrations and eats, and also the 17th of March Relief Society party. We always had lots to eat, and fun. Dad and his brothers owned a header and thresher together. Harvest time was always a big deal..lots of men and horses to feed, water and harness, and men to feed. Uncle Parley would usually run the header and Uncle Wendell the thresher, altho any of the other brothers could do any of it. Usually it would take one person as long to feed, water and harness the horses as it would be for 4 or 5 people to milk the cows. We would cut the hay, rake it, then pitch it onto a wagon, then haul it to the barn where it was forked up with a Jackson Fork into the loft of the barn for winter feed for the horses and cows. We figured the barn would hold about 80 Tons of hay. How I hated to drive the derrick horse on the barn. The wind in the poplar trees made it real hard to hear the one using the Jackson Fork or the one stacking hay in the loft. I don’t remember my Dad ever giving me a spanking. He could usually correct with words and love, but he was strict. Written by Max E Smith, 1995

10: Connie & Curlies Yellow clouds of sunshine drifiting oe'r the wakening earth, Glimpses caught thru maple trees foretell of springs' new birth; Pushing up thru coverlets of autumns fallen leaves, Their golden blossoms lightly dance on every passing breeze. It's spring! -- and Connie's golden curls reflect the flowers' hue.. Her merry laughter rings aloud, mid petals tipped with dew. Her arms out flung in happiness, the world's a lovely place, The wonder of God's loving care reflected in her face. Oh, child of sunshine, child of May; the curlies that you love Reflect the happiness you fell in blessings from above. Dainty blossom, precious child, to all around you bring.... The promise of eternal love -- renewed in every spring. by Eileen c. Smith

11: There were times when my two older brothers would dearly have loved to sleep in on a Sunday morning and Dad would politely call upstairs, "Are you boys going to church with us this morning?" And when they sleepily answer, "no....", Dad would then say, "YOU BOYS GET UP RIGHT NOW AND GET DRESSED. We are going to church as a family." And we knew then that he was setting a good example to us on the importance of attending our meetings. He taught us how to work because we were raised on a farm and we HAD to help. (I must add that I'm glad I had two older brothers and two younger brothers who, for the most part, were in charge of changing sprinklers, and taking care of our milk cows. I learned how to make bread and care for the household chores. There was a time when my Dad and I were on horses and herding some cattle when he spied a beautiful little yellow and peach cactus rose, and he got off his horse to pick the flower for my mother. I learned that there is always love in the simple things in life -- courtship is always important, even in marriage. Deonne Smith Drawe June 1988

12: Autumn View in the past has meant: Being together with our family, camping, singing songs around the campfire, going in an outhouse and showering on a tarp in the maples, (now having a flush toilet and a warm shower - Thank you Dad!). It was playing on old farm equipment and going on hikes in places where Paul went as a child. It has meant teaching all our children how to fix fence just like Paul did as a boy. It has been so nice to be able to tromp around and see those places where our family ancestors grew up and do thing they did. Connie Clark Smith What does Autumn View mean to me? It means..... .... Knowing that my father was born in a log cabin, and that both my father and mother were born in, and grew up on this little valley Of thatcher. .... Knowing that by Great Grandfather Smith was among the early pioneer settlers of this valley, and that Thatcher was home to both my grandfathers. This makes me the 4th generation to call this little valley my home. .... I honor this heritage that I share with my brothers and sisters. I am pleased to see our children, and our children's children developing a bond to this same heritage. .... a good family, built upon strong religious and moral values. .... a strong work ethic. .... stacking hay using a pole derrick and a very big hay fork. .... turning old farm machinery and wild imaginations into fantastic journeys and adventures. .... milk cows, horses, sheep and other farm animals. .... riding horses to catch the school bus in the Winter when the roads were impassable. (Tell me again, "Why was it okay for a kid to go out in the winter, when even the tractors couldn't go out?) .... growing up in an incredible place, having many great adventures and having many rich memories. Paul Allen Smith

14: Autumn View is a very endearing symbolic name that has been lovingly dubbed onto our childhood home and foundation of our heritage. I have so many wonderful memories of my childhood years and family time spent there. Riding horses for hours on end, feeding calves from a bucket and the new baby lambs from large glass bottles with long black rubber nipples attached, watching new goslings hatch and waddle around following their goose-mommy all over the orchard and the barnyard - wt adventures we had as kids! I remember sitting on horseback with Mom while Chico patiently buried his head in a chokecherry bush so we could pick those little burgandy-colored berries to be made into jelly and syrup. The chokecherry syrup was so good on pancakes but it was particularly interesting to watch as our scrambled eggs in the drizzle path would turn green. As I grew older and heard the Dr. Seuss story of “Green Eggs and Ham,” I knew exactly how that happened. Dr. Seuss must have had a chokecherry bush in his yard when he was a child. I remember the barnyard, orchard, roads, canyons, hillsides and fields that surrounded our house, providing ample playgrounds for little children as well as bigger children. I remember one year playing with siblings, cousins and/or friends to tromp down the alfalfa growing in the field just north of the garage that was about two feet tall to create rooms of our soon-to-be playhouse. We flattened enough to make a nice big kitchen, a living room, several bedrooms, a pantry, and a playroom, leaving strips only a few inches wide to serve as walls. When our architectural masterpiece was discovered, and we were thoroughly scolded for destroying part of the field that was almost ready to be harvested. I remember another time, just after a field of grass hay had been cut but not bailed yet, we re-arranged the windrows to create another “playhouse.” Imagine how excited we were to show Mom and Dad just how creative we were and how surprised when they told us to “put it all right back where you found it!” For me, Autumn View represents curlies in bloom for my birthday, just after the snows were melting and those fragile little yellow flowers popped their heads up in the mountain pastures. As we romp around our family campground now, I have very fond memories of those same hillsides and quiet places under the maple trees in full bloom with armloads of curlies. I remember calling them butterblossoms – and now I’m a Butterfield with a family full of ButterBabies. Autumn View represents never-ending chores and a lot of hard work! Changing sprinklers (Paul, Richard and Gordon were so much better at it than Deonne, Mark and I ever were!!) Milking cows – again, the older

15: brothers were much better, rolling hay bales, and helping in the hayfields to gather those same bales to be stacked next to the feed sheds to feed livestock throughout the winter months. Many times, the chores were done begrudgingly while we fantasized living in the city like many of our cousins did when we were old enough to do it our own way. But the hard work and the chores were laying the groundwork for learning responsibility and commitment. I remember lots of bumps and bruises and potential hazards that could have become tragedies. Dad’s near-miss from a broken leg (because of my inexperience on a tractor), Richard losing the tip of his finger while helping with branding, immunizing and doctoring the spring calves, Gordon’s horrendous sunburn after long hours working in the fields, Deonne’s 21 loaves of left-handed bread, the horse bite that Chico inflicted on Paul’s back just above the shoulder blade, my horrendous sunburn from riding horses with my friend, Carla, while wearing our bathing suits and shorts for about 8 hours on a Saturday, Mark at about age 5 or 6 getting kicked in the stomach by one of the big black mares that had a young colt, and cute little Teresa snuggling kittens and sitting in the tire swing. I even remember laying on Mom’s lap with a cold wet washcloth on my bleeding head and Aunt Kitty ready to drive us to the doctor after I fell down the stairs in the barn that led up to the granary. We were truly blessed. Other families had tragedies – I remember a neighbor child who was run over by the big wheels of a huge tractor – and barely survived. I remember a fatal gunshot wound when two young boys in the community wanted to go hunting by themselves. I remember participating in a community-wide three-day fast to pray for the end of a drought so the crops would not all die. To answer the question about what Autumn View means to me would take volumes, and some day, perhaps I will start writing the first book in the series, but in a nutshell, to me, Autumn View represents my family – all of the generations before I arrived, the generations that I have lived with and loved, and the generations yet to come who will only hear the stories and visit the campground a few times each year. Autumn View means love! It means life!! It means freedom to grow into whoever I can become! It means everything to me because it has provided the foundation for me to develop into who I am today and who I can grow to become for Eternity. For me, Autumn View is what I envision Eternity to be! - Connie Butterfield

16: I love taking naps in a tent on a Sunday afternoon with the breeze coming through the open flaps and the maples playing variegated shadow games. I love the camp fire nights-- games and stories and just s'mores, cobblers or banana boats. At night when I look up at the stars I remember my Father and how much he loves me. And it makes me feel just a little bit closer to him. And I love that I can share that with my children and grandchildren. Teresa Smith Royce (Picture taken at night with a long exposure by Rodney Royce)

18: The ranch has always been a fun place for cousins to come to work and play.

19: Autumn Leaves Are Falling Down

23: One of the best parts about going to Autumn View.... Stopping by Nonna's house for a visit

24: Autumn Leaves Are Falling Down

25: Its a bird! Its a plane! Its Rory in his power glider!! Grandpa Smith would have loved to see his Grandson fly one of his maiden flights over Autumn View!! August 2012

26: Everyone must take time to sit and watch the leaves turn. ~Elizabeth Lawrence | VIEW

27: "Great things are done when men and mountains meet" -William Blake | Autumn View is a safe place, a ref | Royce Family 3rd Generation August 2012 First time for Emerson, Oliver, Ava, Charlie, Isaac, & Sadie

28: Autumn View has a very dear place in my heart. I have many cherished memories of afternoons reading in my tent, listening to the wind blow through the leaves. I loved to explore the many beauties the "ranch" offered. I would love to wake up to the sun, when everything was still, and walk through the tall grass. The peace I feel is incomparable. A piece of my heart is tied to this place and nothing excites me more than to introduce this part of heritage to my children. | playing games around the campfire, WITH EVERYBODY! | rainy days in the tent and finding card games or boardgames to entertain us | sandwich eating contests with my cousins | crashing into the trees with Amy on the 4-wheeler | mud wrestling: it was a tough call but the cars won. Thanks to Uncle Paul's super van | Practically taking over the church house on Sunday | Thoughts from Rebekah Madelyn Royce Brinkerhoff

29: Grandma hopping on the back of the 4-wheeler allowing me to take her for a ride. It was then when she told me stories of her as a girl, walking this same dirt road | hearing the old tales of my mother and her siblings growing up in the little house just outside the property line | confessions around a campfire. really getting to know and building relationships with my family. | Uncle Willey's treat bucket: The cup full of candy that I would make last the whole trip | cow-tipping gone wrong: Then having the priviledge to walk the property line to fix the fence | Uncle Gordon taking us kids to the cement pad and telling us stories of the stars

31: I love the leaves, I do not know why. Is it their colors or how they fly? They crunch and crinkle Under my feet; I pile them up And take a leap! Amy Elizabeth Smith

34: I have always loved going to The Ranch". I have so many precious memories as a child and teenage boy: building forts on the old tractors in the tractor graveyard, hiking up the stream to pan for gold, sitting under the stars looking at different stars and constellations that you could never get in the city, getting into the old house down the street (although we knew we weren't supposed to) to stir the old hornets nest inside, putting firecrackers in fresh cow pies and then watching a "dud" explode on someone who wasn't smart enough to let it sit, standing naked (or in swim shorts as we got older) in a line in front of the hose to "shower" before church on Sunday morning, helping Grandpa build the old shed/ bathroom and rushing him to the ER when he fell off, sitting around the campfires as cousins talking, laughing, sharing testimonies and building relationships, walking the fence line every year to repair fence line, trips to Lava Hot Springs and so many other memories. | As an adult the memories have continued to build and the opportunities to share this marvelous place with my wife and children. I always said to myself that the test for a possible future wife would be to go camping for a few days and see how she did. Jamie and I spent a long weekend camping there with my family before getting engaged and when I saw how she fell in love with the place and how well she fit in with all of the cousins I knew she was the right one for me. We spent our first anniversary (by Jamie's choice) snowshoeing to Autumn View, camping and then going to Lava. We created another memory by taking our first truck up and overBlady down into Lava. We took our children up every year that we lived in Utah and continue the tradition of building family relationships between the next generation of cousins. | Phillip, Jamie, Ethan, Morgan, Savannah and Lydia | This year we had an opportunity to spend a week at the ranch as family and with many family members of our extended family (cousins, uncles, aunts grandma and friends). We had a great time working together and building both fences and relationships. Even little Lydia was involved in helping us. One of the greatest and sweetest memories I had also came during that week. With all of the work Lydia had done in the sun, she ended up dehydrated and very sick. That night, my father and I gave her a blessing during which I had the strongest feelings about the importance of this piece of land. In the blessing Lydia was promised that she would be healed over night due to the faith of her family surrounding her and the priesthood and that this miracle would be just one miracle in a long history of miracles that have happened in our family for generations on this same land. I have thought much upon this since that blessing and it has strengthened my love for the generations of our family and for the land that has been part of it for generations. I am so grateful that Grandma and Grandpa were inspired to keep these 20 acres after selling the farm. A place where our family can come together, get away from the distractions of life and spend time building the relationships that are more important that anything else in life. Thank you so much for preserving this piece of land that has been part of the Max and Eileen legacy of faith and love.

36: Our Autumn View Your majestic golden waving, welcoming all whom come to make the dusty trailed drive up the hill. The lush green sometimes yellowing to scarlett and at times even barren branches sharing or holding the precious times they have witnessed below. Warm embers beckoning to encircle in a comforting embrace while family, friends, all loved ones devour too much sugar while kindling special ties. Stories of the first stars, milking cows, loosing fingers, fixing fence, chasing cows, accidents on "the hill" cow tipping, a nylon cap wearing grandpa, being scared by brothers dead pellets, shooting first guns and many more to share ourselves with thise we love. Time to play hard, explore far, work hard and drink cool water, relax in lava baths and delight in nature. A place to reconnect, learn of our past and to make new memories. All because TWO people fell in love. Rachel Beth Royce Criscione | What does Autumn View, The Ranch", mean to me..... To me the Ranch means family, fun, and enjoying the beautiful creations of God that often get looked over on a busy day to day basis. Ever since I was little I have called it the ranch and there is a good chance i always will. The ranch is not a place where we own and raise any kind of animals, it is not a four star hotel and there are not any amazing accommodation. But I love the ranch for what it is. It is a place where I can spend time with family and where I was able to grow up with my cousins. Its a place to have new adventures that are different every time I go there. It's a place to relax and sit quietly listening to the radio of nature, its a place to bundle up in front of the fire, sing songs, build the perfect s'more, play games and laugh A LOT. It's a place to watch the Lord paint upon his canvas right before your eyes as he paints the bright blue sky golden yellow, pink and orange. As those colors slowly fade you get to watch the beautiful diamonds appear.... more than you EVER thought was possible. That's probably my very favorite part of the ranch. I love to have a place to go to get away from the world and be with family. The ranch holds many fond memories and i am so grateful to have a simple, peaceful place to go and get away from the sometimes not so simple, busy life. Julia Smith Nielsen

37: When I was young, I remember only going a couple of times to the "ranch". It was a place where we could go explore, visit with aunts and uncles and Grandma and Grandpa, and play with our favorite cousins that we never got to see. I loved sitting around the campfire, roasting marshmallows, making s'mores, talking and laughing - feeling like I could escape the cares of the world. I cherished the moments when I got to be around my extended family. I loved knowing and learning about my mom when she was small -- seeing the little house at the beginning of the lane and knowing that was where she grew up. I loved hearing stories about her and her siblings when they were small. My favorite memories include the time when she was making bread and had to borrow bread pans from everyone in the neighborhood. I can just imagine her quickly running up the lane and borrowing pans from her Aunt and Uncle's house. I can just picture the memory of when she, as a small girl, went to find Grandpa and suddenly found herself in a field of grasshoppers. She detested those little creatures, jumping at her legs, even as an adult!! She screamed so loud that even Grandpa could hear her over his machine he was running. I can imagine the relief he felt after he found her, knowing that she was not seriously hurt. Every time I see a grasshopper, I think of her :). These memories are so special to me. All of these things became so much more meaningful after my mom passed away in 1989 at the age of 38. I was the child that got to be with her the longest, and even in those 12 short years, I don't think I really appreciated everything that she did for me, and everything she really meant to me. Autumn View reminds me of her. It is a peaceful, happy place that invokes the memories of her in my life. She was always so happy, and was the peacemaker in our home. I love her so much and I am so grateful for the link that Autumn View has with her. It brings her spirit close to me when I am there, and I am so grateful for that. It helps keep her memory alive as well as the many memories of Grandpa and my little brother Christopher. Heidi Drawe Brady

38: What Autumn View means to me is a phrase that goes a lot deeper that I can communicate. I had the divine priviledge to spend some precious childhood memories at Autumn View. There is truly nothing like this place. Sure there are plenty of places when you can fear taking showers with spiders and to be taught not to fear coyotes, and to learn how to listen for rattle snakes, but there are not many places where you can go to rest your feet on land that I truly believe time forgot. I loved to hear stories from the lives that came before us. I feel honored to have that shared history and memories with my cousins, and hope to be able to one day bring my children to share in the history and heritage of their family. Natalie Smith Baker | Autumn View is part of my heritage that I am thrilled to share with my children. I'm not just talking about the actual campground location or the family website, but the spirit of Autumn View. The stories of Smith family reunions, traditions, and our close family bond is something I'm proud to be part of. I love having a large extended family who loves and supports one another and I get a kick out of telling people how many first cousins I have and that I'v actually met them all. I always look forward to family reunions, when I am able to attend. I enjoy taking my family to Idaho to camp at Autumn View and hope my children will be able to take their families there one day too. I'm so thankful for Grandpa Max & Grandma Eileen (and the generations before them) who have taught us to love Heavenly Father and Jesus Christ and to cherish our families. That is the greatest heritage we can pass on to our future generations. I love this family! -Audrey Butterfield Edwards! | Autumn View brings me nostalgic memories of where I came from, and what potential I have inherited and been blessed from family past and present. Jonathan Robert Royce

39: Autumn View is a safe place, a refuge from the storm. A hiding place from danger when all my soul is worn. It is a place of quiet, a hidden treasure of peace. At Autumn View my eyes can see, the loved ones gone before Here in this place of beauty and grace, God opens Heaven's door. Autumn View has touched our lives much more than other lands for in those mountains sacred place, quiet hearts can see God's hands. Katelin Smith Eldredge :) | The memories I have of the ranch are of fun, and also of work! I played with my cousins, walking the trails and playing in the stream. We would play in our tents and have fun around the fire. I remember one year someone brought bikes up and we were able to ride bikes up and down the road. One year Buffy got unties and got lost up there and we were searching everywhere for her. I also remember camping out under the trees and Grandpa waking us up in the morning by sticking a cup of green worms in my face. That was fun.... Ha ha. I always loved going to the ranch because it is a place of family, and of memories. Christel Drawe Fuentes

41: Nature gives to every season, a beauty all its own. - Charles Dickens

44: LAVA!! | A TRIP TO LAVA IS THE BEST --SUMMER OR WINTER, SUNSHINE OR SNOW FLAKES!!

45: hot water soaking tubing in the river water slides high dive thai food ice cream and japanese tour buses

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