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S: Treasured Life Stories From the Heart 2011

BC: Families are like quilts . . . Lives pieced together Stitched with smiles and tears , colored with memories and bound by love..

FC: Our Family Is our Greatest Treasure | T | Treasured Life Stories From the Heart

1: "Where your heart is... there your treasure is also." Never take for granted the times you have to spend with each other. Treasure the memories and always keep them forever in your heart. All our love to you, Mom and Dad Christmas of 2011

2: DeAnna Bywater Robertson

3: I was born February 12, 1967 in Woods Cross, Bountiful, Utah. It was a Sunday morning during church, so my doctor had to leave in the middle of teaching his Sunday School class to deliver me! He had a broken leg and my mom could hear him coming, thumping down the hallway in his cast and crutches to our room. Fathers weren't allowed in for delivery then and no family members were allowed to come see and hold the babies. I was the first one that my Dad was allowed to be in with during delivery and he carried me down to the nursery, this was a neat experience for him. After I was born my Dad left to go to his mother's funeral who had passed away two days earlier. My dad always told me that I probably got to meet my Grandma Nona as she was going up and I was coming down into this world. I was born on a sunny day, but came home in a blizzard with my mother and her visiting teacher. I was the third child born and the first daughter in our family which would later consist of seven children...Brent, Alan, Me, Kurt, Karla, Malea, Alisa and my wonderful parents Clifford DeWayne Bywater and Annie Louise Hunsaker Bywater. I was a busy body and was always on the go. At the age of three, I was found pushing my buggy down one of the busiest streets in Bountiful, luckily I had a guardian angel and a kind lady in my ward that stopped me and called my mom. My mom never knew where I was because I was always running off. I had a neighbor friend whose dad was a broker of a grocery store and they always had yummy boxes of treats from off the shelves of the store, at their house. I also remember they had little tiny Morton salt containers and we would stick out our tongues and sprinkle salt on them. I had another friend that when I would run off to her house would always have orange juice. You would have thought my mother never fed me! We had a dog named Skippy that I loved to ride like a horse. I could often be found hiding in his dog house with him and playing with the daddy long legs. My brothers and I also had fun catching grasshoppers and putting them in the garbage can. We had quite a collection and soon they started to stink! Good thing we were loved! I also enjoyed sitting on my father's lap up on the stand during Sacrament Meeting because he was in the Bishopbric. Maybe that was how my mother kept her sanity! I also enjoyed taking tap dancing and wore a pink polka dotted dress performing to the songs "The Dinky Doo," and "Take My Picture Quick, Quick, Quick." I attended Kindergarten while in Bountiful. I remember taking my doll that I had just received for Christmas for show and tell and some mean boys took it away from me and threw it on the school roof. I was so sad and cried until the janitor climbed up there and got it down for me. I also remember playing football with my brothers on the school grounds and my brother Alan cutting open his bottom on a pop can. I had to run to get help and he ended up having stitches. We also had fun riding tricycles and jumping on a mini trampoline in our unfinished basement. At the age of five I moved to Twin Falls, Idaho where we had a house in town and finished kindergarten at a private school with Mrs. Hopkins. This house had a fenced backyard but I just climbed over the fence to run away, it still didn't stop me! I remember while living at this house, I shared my bedroom with my brother Kurt. One time I had a loose tooth and he tied a string to my tooth and the other end to our bedroom door knob. He slammed the door and my tooth went flying. We were anxious to see if it would work, then I was sad when we couldn't find the tooth and I didn't think the tooth fairy would come so I wrote her a letter and she came! Lucky me!

4: We didn't live at the house in town very long and then moved out into the country by the airport. Airplanes would fly over our house and rattle the windows, but we got used to it after awhile. My Dad had a small farm and a large garden. He would use the tractor to put the rows in the garden and would ask us kids to sit on the back to weigh it down to make the rows deeper. We always thought it was a fun ride especially when he would swing us around at the end for the next row. We had to help weed the garden. My older brothers had a pocket radio that we would listen to while we worked. We would get paid one penny per potato bug that we would remove from the garden and we thought we were rich! I remember driving the tractor in the field, before I had a license, while my Dad and brothers would throw hay onto the trailer. We enjoyed playing in the new barn that Dad had built and the under ground root cellar. I liked to help my Dad plant flowers in the yard. Dad always had milk cows and we would sell the milk to neighbors and families in the ward. He would flood irrigate the grass and we would play in the water or on the ice during the winter. We would make snow forts and snow tunnels in the ditch. I loved to go on walks with my Mom up and down the long lane next to our house and pick asparagus. One time we walked so far and was too tired to make it back home, so we used a neighbors phone to call my Dad to come and get us! One time for Family Home Evening our family played sardine tag. We were all hiding in the empty ditch next to the lane when our neighbor drove down the lane next to us. He probably wondered what we were doing and thought we were crazy! I learned to ride my bike in the field and learned how to ride it quick so I wouldn't keep getting stickers in my hands when I tipped over in the thistles. Once I learned how, I was always on my bike. I learned how to can the produce out of the garden with my Mom, it was important for us to know how to work. Several times I would pick rock for the neighbor out of his fields to earn money. My parents would often hear from others that they wanted us children to help when needed because we knew how to work. One morning while watching out the window for the school bus I saw my dog Skippy get hit by a truck and a semi on the highway in front of our house. I haven't had much to do with animals since then. I loved playing base soccer, tether ball, four squares, double dutch, Chinese jump rope, bamboo stick jump rope, and high jump (could never go over backwards so I would hurdle it and could still jump higher than most kids.) I set a school record in sixth grade for the standing broad jump. One of my most favorite things to do was hand stands. I held the record for staying up the longest and walking the farthest on my hands. When I went home at the end of the day my hands were black but I didn't care, It washed off and I had fun! Everything happened to me in third grade, chicken pox, my first pair of glasses, had my tonsils and adnoids taken out

5: and tubes put in my ears. I missed so much school that year, so I had to do summer school so I didn't have to repeat that grade in school. That winter I watched the Olympics on t.v. I loved the ice skating and dreamed of how neat it would be to be able to skate like them and spin in the air. One evening I went out back and walked around the railing of our porch. I decided that I could get enough height in the air if I jumped off the railing and twirled before I landed on the ground. Needless to say I landed on the ground all right, but not on my feet and broke my brand new glasses! Of course Mom and Dad weren't too happy! I never tried that again! Silly me, live and learn! In fifth grade there was a girl in my grade that I made friends with who changed my outlook on life. One day she invited me over to her house after school, I had never met her parents, but my mom trusted my judgment. When I got to her house I had such a dark horrible feeling come over me that I didn't belong there and as I walked into her house it was hard for me to breathe. Her mother was passed out on the couch with beer cans all over the floor. She tried to telI her mother that we were there but she never woke up. I hadn't been raised in this kind of environment and had the Holy Ghost whisper to me that I didn't belong there and needed to leave. My friend told me that we had just got there and tried to talk me into staying, but the feeling was so strong that I asked to use her phone to call my mom to come and get me. She lived in a run down part of town and didn't have a phone so she walked with me to the grocery store to use the phone. Luckily I didn't have to use a pay phone, for I didn't have a quarter with me. I am grateful for that experience in my life where I felt the Holy Ghost so strong I have thought many times about this experience throughout my life it made a big impact on me. I always felt bad for that friend and the kind of life she had. I tried to be her friend at school, but she didn't have anything to do with me after that. During junior high and high school I participated in track, art, learned how to play the Ukelele and participated in choir. I performed one year with a small choir group called the Chamber Singers. We had to try out to be part of this group and I made it, it was fun to sing in a microphone. It was hard to be involved in too much because we lived so far out of

7: town, but maybe that was a blessing, we spent more time with each other. I enjoyed attending Seminary and serving in my Young Women's presidencies. During this time the Boise temple was being built and I was chosen to go and do trial baptisms before it was dedicated. This was a neat experience for me, not only to be one of the first ones to do baptisms in the temple, but only one young woman and one young man were chosen from each ward in the stake to go and I was chosen from our ward. It was a special spiritual experience and I was glad to have the opportunity. After I graduated from Twin Falls High School, I attended Career Beauty College for a year in Rexburg. This was a fun experience for me and I was chosen with seven other women out of our whole class to be on the senior wall. This was a separate wall where the ones who did the best performance had their own work stations. and were recognized. I made friends with Darrin's cousin Debra who was also going to school there and we became room mates. We attended one of the college wards, this is where I met Darrin in the foyer of the Manwaring Center one Sunday after Sacrament Meeting. He was the Family Home Evening Group Leader over our ward and placed us in the same group he was in. We had a fun group and enjoyed playing games, making pizza, playing frisbee at the park, and playing ping pong and bowling on the campus of Ricks College. One time we went to the sand dunes and built a camp fire and roasted hot dogs. Darrin was sitting on the hill up above the fire and I remember thinking we were just like a family and he was the father of us all. He was a great leader. and I looked up to him. I remember he kept looking at me across the fire and it made me nervous. I went home that night and told his cousin that he was the one I was going to marry. I had just met him and had hardly talked to him very much, so she just laughed at me and thought I was joking. When she realized I wasn't she asked me how I knew and I told her, I just knew. Another time we played the game Murder in the Dark and I sat next to him and held his hand for the game. During one of the turns he didn't let go of my hand and then I knew he liked me too. We spent our evenings together with his family or with Debra and we never went on a date by ourselves. He proposed to me one evening on the couch of my apartment while we were playing 20 Questions. We were taking turns asking questions about each other and "Will You Marry Me?" was one of his questions. It was shortly after that, that my mom told me she had been in the temple one day and told a lady I was getting married. She then said," I don't know why I said that, she isn't even engaged!" Just a few days after, I was engaged and that was another confirmation to me that I was supposed to marry Darrin. My parents had never even met Darrin before we were engaged which I wish could have been different. He met them a couple weeks later at Thanksgiving, and It was a good thing they liked him! We were married January 16, 1986 in the Idaho Falls Temple on a snowy day making it difficult for others to travel to the wedding. We lived in an apartment across from my school but only for about three months because the complex caught on fire. It wasn't our apartment so we just had smoke damage to some of our things and weren't allowed to go in to get anything for a week. We lived with Grandma Orr until we could get our belongings and then moved into a trailer house by her for about six months

9: until she married Marshall. We then moved to Egin, Idaho where our first child Nolan was born and then sixteen months later we were again blessed with our daughter Janessa. Shortly after we moved into a trailer house in Egin where we had a pet rabbit and Darrin raised cows and pigs. One time the pigs got out of their pens and the baby pigs would run over Nolan while he was sitting on the ground making him giggle and squeal. We had a baby pig that we didn't think was going to make it, so we brought it in the house and fed it with a dropper. We gave it liquid baby vitamins and laid it in a box with a heating pad. During the night it started running around under our bed and we had fun trying to catch it to put it outside. Baby vitamins are the cure! We also had a baby calf on our kitchen floor once that we were also able to save. Three years later we were blessed with our third child Megan. I had just come home from the hospital and we had people coming to look at our trailer that was for sale. Darrin had decided to go back to school after hurting his back, and once again we moved into Rexburg, where he would go into the nursing program at Ricks College which is now BYU I. We lived there for a year and then moved to Pocatello for him to attend ISU. We lived there for three years and then moved to American Falls where he did his clinicals. I was eight months pregnant with our next child when we moved and in February we were blessed with our last child Mariah. I was blessed to stay home with my children all but two years while they were growing up and helped to provide by running a daycare in my home. After Mariah started first grade, I started working in the library at the Intermediate School, this was the perfect job so I could be home when my children were home as well as during the summer. I enjoy making crafts and have enjoyed learning how to quilt. I love to read, I love music, playing the piano and learning how to play the banjo. I love planting flowers and working in the yard. My children and Darrin bring me the greatest joy in my life and are my best friends, we are close and I love to spend time with all of you. Playing games, going camping, our monthly girls activities and most of all being in the temple together are some of my favorites. Through the years I have been so blessed in your choice of righteous companions that have continued to bless our home, I feel like I already knew each of you when you joined our family, you fit right in. I am grateful for the closeness you have with each other as well, you spend a lot of time with each other, you are best friends and this means a lot to me and of course our grandchildren are the best! They are a special added blessing in my life, there is nothing better than their hugs and kisses and excitement when they see me. I love being a Mom and Grandma! Christmas has always been my favorite holiday. I remember when I was little, it was always my job to wake everyone up to see what Santa had brought. One time I slept with my alarm clock under my pillow so I

10: wouldn't wake up my Mom and Dad. Another time I slept in the bedroom with my sisters on the floor and tied my big toe to the bed! Every time I would move, it would wake me up! I wanted to make sure I didn't forget my job to wake everyone. I must have been the most excited about Christmas to inherit my exciting responsibility! I love the excitement in the air, the Christmas music and the feeling of caring and sharing with everyone and most of all to celebrate the birth of our Savior, If only we could capture this feeling all year round! For Christmas this year, I wanted to share life stories of loved ones with you along with my testimony. The little things mean the most in life and I hope you treasure this book. I have had fun making it for you! My family and the gospel are everything to me. I have been blessed to have such a good family with children who strive to do what is right and stay close to the church and who are great examples to others, I couldn't have a better family, I love you. I have also been blessed to have such wonderful parents that love me and have taught me the gospel my whole life and raised me in the church. The gospel influences all that I do, every choice I make and directs me to be what I want to become. I am a better person and have lived a happy life because of the gospel in my life. I try to show my Heavenly Father and Savior I love them by the way I live. After all they have given me, this is one way I can let them know I love them. Serving them is another way I can show my love for them. I have held many callings such as being in the Primary, Young Women and Relief Society Presidencies along with the Stake Young Women's Presidency. These callings have stretched my testimony and have made me a better person. I love your Dad with all my heart, he is my world and I am grateful to be a part of his. He is a wonderful husband and has blessed our home with his sense of humor and the priesthood. He has been a good Dad to all of you, and my best friend. He has always worked hard to take care and provide for us. My Savior is my hero. I am thankful for the opportunities he has given me. Because of Him, I can return to live with Him again as well as all my family. I am thankful for the temple and the covenants we make through the Priesthood that seal us together as a family for Eternity. I pray that all my posterity will fill of this importance as well. I'm grateful for the opportunity I have had to come to earth to learn and grow and show my Savior I will continue to follow His ways. I look forward to the time that I can return to Him again. It is important for me to not just live the gospel, but to let it be who I am. Remember who you are and stay loyal to the royal within you. Always remember how much I love each of you, Merry Christmas! Mom xoxo

14: The First Fifty Years... In accordance with the wishes of my wonderful wife, I have agreed to provide my posterity with some highlights from my life. I hope that this work will prove to be beneficial in some way to those who read it. Chapter 1: My Childhood I was born Sept. 5, 1961 in Rexburg, Idaho to Reed and Ruth Robertson. We lived in a small town outside of Idaho Falls, called Iona. I don't remember much about Iona except that my Dad worked for a logging company. He later went to work for Sears in Idaho Falls and eventually became a credit manager with the company. This started a lengthy history (for a kid anyway) of relocating every couple of years which made it hard to build lasting friendships. As a kid, I lived in Iona Idaho, Lewiston Idaho, Clarkston Washington and Kanesville Utah. Later in my youth, I lived in Hooper Utah and Dubois Idaho. Some of the things I remember from my childhood include family camping and fishing trips each summer and hunting with my Dad, Grandpa Robertson and my uncles in the fall. I also felt pretty lucky as my birthday generally fell during the week of Labor Day which meant that I got a day out of school each year to celebrate that blessed event. Not many kids were as lucky as me. It wasn't until we lived in Kanesville, Utah at the age of about 11, that I started to develop lasting friendships. Some of those friendships continue through this day. As a kid in school I seemed to walk around with a target painted on my back and found myself on the receiving end of a lot of teasing. As I was not inclined to stand by and let others push me around, I found myself in frequent playground fights. Back then if you got caught fighting, they took you to the principals office, where they would try to determine who was the cause of the altercation and apply the board of education to the offending individual. I was lucky and never had the board applied to my backside, but did have a few black eyes and bruises to show for my efforts. My Mom and Dad always told me to never start a fight, but if someone else started one with me, it was my duty to finish it. I took that duty seriously until my seventh grade year when a kid hit me in the face with a snowball from about 5 feet away. As I was wearing leather soled boots and the ground was icy, we agreed to settle our argument after the snow melted. When the appropriate time came, we met in a vacant lot not far from the school. I remember hitting the kid real hard in the nose and making him bleed for quite a while. I agreed to wait to finish the fight until his nose quit bleeding. While waiting, I realized that the fight was stupid and I just walked away. I was called a lot of names and he didn't know what to do. He was being egged on by his friends and he ran up behind me and hit me in the back of the head. I just kept walking and suffered a major headache for a few days. From that day forward I have chosen to resort to other measures to settle disputes and have not regretted that decision.

15: Darrin Barney Robertson

16: Just after moving to Kanesville, my Dad took a job managing a Winchell's Donut shop in Ogden. I got my first job at the donut shop washing windows and mopping floors on the weekends. From that time until this day, I have been fortunate enough to have steady employment except when I was on my mission and one semester of college at Ricks College. From the time that I was 11 years old and started to earn an income, I had to buy my own clothes, school supplies, and pay for my own hobbies and entertainment. On several occasions, I also helped my younger siblings buy clothes for school and gave my Dad grocery money when he was out of work. I have never had very fancy things, but I have also never had to go without. Chapter 2: My Youth While in Kanesville, I had my 12th birthday and was ordained a Deacon in the LDS Church. Later we moved to Hooper, Utah, where my Dad managed the Hooper Stake Welfare Farm for the LDS Church. This was one of the best times of my life. While there I had the pleasure of learning the ropes of caring for animals and have enjoyed this activity even to this day. In addition to the animals that belonged to the farm. I already knew the kids in my new ward as I had been going to school with them since the fifth grade at Hooper Elementary. My best friends were Mark Kilts and Gary Jones and they are still counted among my closest friends to this day. One Sunday after priesthood meeting, the Sunday School president told Mark and me that we had the 2 1/2 minute talks for that day. As we only had a short time to prepare, we ran to my house and found a couple of short talks from the Especially For Mormons books. Mark went first and his talk lasted only a few seconds. I have remembered his talk to this day. It went, "I love a finished speaker, I mean I really do. I don't mean one that's polished, but one that's really through!" He then sat down! My talk was only slightly longer, but not quite as profound. Late in the summer between my sophomore and junior years in High School, my Dad was diagnosed with bladder cancer and had to undergo substantial surgery. His recovery was quite extensive and he had to give up his position on the farm. I remember going out one night to irrigate the corn while he was in the hospital. We flood irrigated everything there. I had just got a new section started and was checking the rows when a dirt clod hit me in the back. I turned to find three of my friends standing there, including Mark and Gary, who had come to share my burdens. With the assistance of some rain, we got the corn watered that night and had time to go out for breakfast before we had to start the new day. This was only the beginning of sharing one another's burdens over the years. As my Dad was too sick to help with the move, my friends and I loaded the pickup and hauled our belongings to our new apartment in Clearifield, Utah. We made several trips but got the job done. Other things that I enjoyed with Mark and Gary were hunting ducks, pheasants, doves and trapping muskrats. Back then we could get up to $6 for a prime muskrat hide. That was good money in those days. We also went to the movies and out for burgers quite often. Just after the beginning of my junior year, my dad got a new job as a branch manager for Security State Bank in Dubois, Idaho. Talk about culture shock. I moved from a High School that had 1700 students in three grades to one that had 80 students in four grades. While in

17: Dubois, I worked for Laird Sales and Service. It was a real small Chevrolet Dealership and I changed oil and fixed tires after school and all day during the summer months. Dubois was a fun place to be as a teenager. We all had dirt bikes (motorcycles) and snowmobiles. Dubois was the county seat for Clark County, Idaho. The County had approximately 400 resident families and 800 square miles to roam, and roam we did. I had two real good friends in Dubois named Gary Shenton and Clint Tavener. We spent a lot of time riding our motorcycles, hunting and fishing. I played football during my junior and senior year. I also played JV basketball, but gave that up because I wasn't very good. The closest place to Dubois with a movie theater, was Idaho Falls which was 50 miles one way. I graduated from Clark High School in May of 1979. I like to tell people that I graduated 17th in my class, which makes them think that I was really smart! Later I have to confess that my graduating class only had 21 kids in it. I didn't take school seriously until my junior year in High School, so my grade point average wasn't very good. A word of advice to those still in school; work hard and get the best grades that you can. It will make your college career much easier. I attended the Utah Technical College in Orem, Utah from Jan. 1980 until Aug. of that same year. While going to school, I worked on a dairy farm and milked cows in the evening time and every other weekend. I enjoyed school there and had some good roommates. One of them was Vern Phipps. He was a real good example and an exceptional friend. He was a returned missionary and I think that he felt the urge to help me decide to go on a mission. Though there were a few years between us, we had some good times together. I had taken my motorcycle with me to Utah and would haul it up in the hills on weekends for a ride. When I decided to start getting ready for my mission, I put it up for sale. It was stolen a short time later, which added to my financial burden while preparing to go. I received my mission call after returning to Dubois in the fall of 1980. I was working for the Blaine Larsen Farms in Monteview, Idaho digging potatoes. It was late in the afternoon and my family showed up in the middle of the field and had me open my call. I was called to the San Antonio, Texas mission and left the 4th of Dec. 1980. I drove a tractor and pulled a potato digger. There were two Mexican fellows that were illegal aliens that rode the digger pulling dirt clods. I tried to tell them what was going on, but all they got out of it was San Antonio and Texas. I think that they crossed the border in Texas. I spent the month of Dec. in the MTC. Christmas there was pretty cool. There were no classes that day and the cafeteria was closed. They had the halls lined with tables of fresh fruit drinks and sack lunches. They had three movies playing in the gym and the Holiday Bowl (which had been played the week before) on the TV's in the class rooms. It was the year that BYU played Southern Methodist University. It was a real close game which went right down to the final seconds. Needless to say, the Lord's team won that game.

18: The best part of that Christmas was that evening when President and Sister Kimball came to the MTC. They shared a short message and took the time to greet several of the missionaries. I wasn't among the fortunate ones, but just being in the same room with him left a special feeling with me. We flew out to Texas during the first part of Jan. I remember it being hot when we landed. My first area was in Waco, which was about as far north as the mission went. Waco was an interesting place as it is the home of Baylor University and and some refer to it as the buckle of the Bible belt. At that time there, it was estimated that there were 117,000 Baptist's and about 7,000 people of other dominations. Jan. in Waco was overcast and rainy. I spent the first five months of my mission there. I was transfered to Brownsville, which sits on the border of Mexico and is only about 20 miles from South Padre Island on the Gulf of Mexico. I did not learn to speak Spanish, so you can imagine the shock that I felt when I got off the bus as a new senior companion with my first greeny and steeped into the bus station where everything was in Spanish. I wondered if we had actually crossed the border and was out of our mission. Our ride wasn't there to pick us up, so we walked across the street to a grocery store and found that everything there was in Spanish also. I was relieved to find out that most of the people could speak English. We arrived there in late May and left there in August. That was the hottest summer that I have ever survived. The temperature and humidity were both in the 90's day and night. I also served in San Antonio and Austin. I arrived home from my mission in June of 1982. Chapter 3: Adulthood While I was away on my mission, my parents moved to Arco, Idaho so that is where I went home to. I enjoyed Arco and spent a lot of time with some of the younger boys in the ward as most of the kids my age were off to college. I also got to know most of the families in the ward quite well. I served in the Elders Quorum Presidency just after I arrived there and my Dad was called to be the Bishop. I worked for my Dad in a small construction Company doing all sorts of carpentry work. About a year after I got home from my mission, I decided to join the National Guard and spent the summer at Fort Dix New Jersey in basic training and AIT. (Advanced Individual Training.) I was attached to the 126th engineer company out of Blackfoot, Idaho which was a dump truck company. Basic Training was a lot of hard work, but I found that if I admitted my mistakes and said, "yes sergeant," when called on, I could get by pretty good. After graduating from Basic Training, some of my fellow new trainees transferred across the fort for our advanced training. Our drill sergeant was from Jamaica and had a funny way of pronouncing some of the words in the English language. While in AIT, I had the responsibility of being a squad leader and worked with 7 other soldiers in my squad. During AIT we were granted weekend passes each week. Most of the guys would travel the east coast from New York

19: IDAHO ARMY N A T I O N A L GUARD | to Boston to see the sights and get drunk. A few of them would stay at Fort Dix but would still go out partying. There was a couple of guys in my platoon that would hang out with me during the day on Saturday, but would then go out drinking at night. I kept my scriptures in my locker with my personal belongings and had one young black man borrow my Bible every night. He would return it every morning before we went for our morning exercises. Our Jamaican drill sergeant would call us all together on Friday evening around 6 p.m., to discuss our weekend pass. We would sit under the trees in a grassy area and he would stand there and tell the guys to be careful while they were out drinking and give them a lecture on the women of the night. When he would start into this line of talk, I turned my attention to the trees and every week found a squirrel that seemed to be quite curious about the gathering. I would toss him little sticks and try to coax him closer. After several weeks of this activity, the drill sergeant noticed that I wasn't paying attention and said, "Robertson, pay attention to what I have to say, It's important." I turned to face him and told him that I didn't care to listen to the kind of things that he was talking about. Well, you could see the blood begin to boil in that skinny Jamaican and he said, "What did you just say?" At that point, I heard a guy that had gone through basic training with me say, "Sergeant, he's a Mormon and doesn't believe in this stuff." The drill sergeant said, "What's a Mormon?" I never had to say another word, I just listened as those who know a little about me explained my principles to the drill sergeant. It was a really neat experience, mostly because I had never discussed the gospel with those guys, but they knew what I stood for. I had another cool experience at the end of AIT. This same drill sergeant called us all into a classroom one Friday afternoon and said, "There is a church group on base that is going on a historical tour of Philadelphia this Sunday and I have been asked to send five or six guys from our platoon to represent the company. I need to send guys who won't embarrass us, so Robertson, you're going and I need to know who you are taking with you?" I was both shocked and honored. Just about everyone in the room raised their hand to volunteer to go. I remember the drill sergeant asking my opinion as he considered each of the young men. Some he just flat rejected. One young man plead his case by saying, "Sergeant, I'm religious, I believe in God and go to church on Sunday." The Sergeant looked at me and asked what I thought. I just looked at the sergeant and said, "Ask him what he does on Saturday nights." That was good enough for the Sergeant. He looked at the young man and said, "Williams, you aint going." The trip was awesome. We got to tour Freedom Hall, where the Declaration

21: of Independence was signed. We saw the Liberty Bell, a Norman Rockwell Museum and the Tomb of the Unknown Soldiers of the Revolutionary War. I am always humbled when I think of those who sacrificed their time, wealth and in many cases their lives to found a nation of God's laws and principles. If you spend any time studying the founding of our nation, you should realize that man alone against the kinds of odds that our founders were against cannot prevail. I want each of you to know that those men were truly inspired by God to carry out his divine work in establishing a nation where His gospel could be restored. As I write this, I feel that the principles that our nation was founded on are in jeopardy of falling and being replaced by the principle of man. Our nation will have trying times ahead, but I believe that those who are faithful to the Lord will stand firm and preserve God's law in the greatest nation ever established on the face of the Earth. Be strong, know the issues, seek heavenly guidance in making your decisions and never compromise your principles. I received an honorable discharge from the Idaho Army National Guard in 1989, after serving for six years. I returned home from my military training in the fall of 1983 just in time for hunting season. that fall I had the opportunity to go on an extended bighorn sheep hunting trip into the wilderness area of the Middle For of the Salmon River with a friend named Warren Longhurst. This was one of the most exciting and educational adventures that I have had the pleasure of living through. The first day we hiked out onto a ridge and set up a spike camp with a pup tent and hung some food in a tree. From there we planned to hunt out on the various ridges so that we could cover most the territory. There was a creek on the map that looked like it wasn't too far or to difficult to get to when looking at the map, that map lied! The second day of hunting we decided to hike out a ridge then drop down in the canyon and replenish our water supply. We figured that we could reach the creek by early afternoon, then hunt our way back to the tent and make it back by dark. It didn't take long once we began to descend into the canyon that we realized that it would take a lot more effort to get to the creek than we had anticipated. As we had started the day with only very little water, we ran out before we were even close to the creek. As the day progressed I became dehydrated from the physical exertion required to go down a hill that was so steep, we had to lean against a tree to rest to keep from falling down the mountain. Late in the afternoon, I knew that I was in trouble because I had stopped sweating and was starting to tremble. I told Warren of my condition and we decided that our best bet was to keep moving. We had prayed for protection before we left that morning. A short distance later we rounded a corner and came to a place where two steep canyons came together. The ground here was covered with rocks that were about the size of a cantaloupe. About half way across this area, we could hear water running, but couldn't see it anywhere. We stopped and rolled back some rocks and found an underground stream. I drank a half gallon and filled my canteen and drank another quart before we ever made it to the creek. It was after dark when we got there. We had one dehydrated meal with us as we had planned to make it back to camp that night. We enjoyed a hot meal and then slept next to a cliff that night. I remember hearing a noise in the wrappers from our meal and turned on my flashlight and looked inside to find a black and white mouse

22: cleaning the dishes. The next morning we decided it would be easier to hike out to the river and follow the trail back to the top of the mountain rather than try to tackle the route we had come down the previous day. The river was less than a mile from where we stayed the night on Jack Creek. This was our second mistake. The bottom of the canyon was covered with boulders the size of small houses and thick patches of brush that were impassable. That meant that the only way to pass was to crawl over the boulders. It took us about 5 hours to travel that mile. Once we made it to the river we took the trail to an outfitters camp. We tried to buy some food from them as we hadn't had anything to eat since the night before. They refused to sell us any food as it was reserved for their customers. We decided to continue down the river trail to the Middle Fork Peak trail head. By this time it was late afternoon and we knew we would be spending the night on the trail again. Near the trail head there was an area called Mormon Flats. As we came to Mormon Flats, two rabbits hopped out onto the trail in front of us. We were quite hungry by this time. All we had to shoot one with, was our hunting rifles which were sighted in at 200 yards and these rabbits were less than ten yards away making it quite a challenge to hit one. As we followed them, they split up so I followed one and Warren went after the other one. I finally hit the one I was following. When I caught up to Warren, he was looking into a small clump of grass which was the only vegetation in several feet in any direction. He told me that just as I had shot my rabbit, the one he was following jumped in to that clump of grass and disappeared. We explored that small clump of grass and found no holes or the rabbit. We enjoyed a hot meal of fire roasted rabbit that night and slept well inside an old rock foundation that likely supported the homesteader's cabin at one time. We made it back to the truck the next day and had a good meal and a mattress under our sore backs that night. Though we didn't get a sheep on that trip we were able to spend a lot of time enjoying God's creations. I learned a great deal about my personal relationship with Him on that trip. I found out that he loved me enough to send miracles my way in my time of need. Just like the children of Israel as they wandered in the wilderness, I got to drink water from the rocks and was fed as it were, manna from heaven. That year we also had a very successful elk hunt. We hunted with my uncle Boyd and several others and brought home four elk. If you remember, someday ask Cliff about the hailstone. It was a funny thing to watch. My family moved to Billings, Montana from Arco in 1984. I stayed behind for a couple of months and left Arco for Lakewood, Colorado where I went to Gun Smithing School at the Colorado School of Trades. I spent a year there and got my Technical Certificate in the program. I received a call from my mother on Dec. 4th of that year, informing me that she had received divorce papers that day. This came as a total shock to me at the time because I wasn't aware of any problems that they had been having. Later I learned that he had been having some problems and that they had been to a marriage counselor but that my Dad wasn't willing to continue and eventually filed for the divorce without telling Mom. This

23: was an especially trying time for me as I was stuck in Colorado with no way of getting home to help my Mother. I had about enough money to get there if I quit my job and dropped out of school, but my Mom insisted that I stay in school and finish. My Uncle Dell went to Montana and got my Mom and Cliff and took them to his house in Rexburg. I finished school later that summer and moved to Rexburg to help my Mom, Cliff and Bev get on their feet. Uncle Dell bought her a small trailer house. I lived there with them until I got married. Shortly after returning to Rexburg, Bev and I started attending a Ricks College singles ward so that we could associate with kids our own age. We found out that our cousin Debra also attended that ward. She had a roommate named DeAnna Bywater that I thought I should get to know better. We did a lot of fun stuff as a group and only just a few things as a couple. One night DeAnna got me to playing 20 questions and it wasn't long until she asked me to marry her (she might tell you that I asked her, but this is my story, so I'll tell it how I want to!) We met in August of 1985 and were married on January 16, 1986. Our first apartment was downtown Rexburg. We had only been there for a short time when the building caught fire. We didn't lose anything but everything we owned smelled like smoke. Nolan was born fourteen months after we moved to Egin. Janessa was born 16 months later also while we lived in Egin. Megan was born three years later and a month later we moved back to Rexburg. Mariah was born one month after we moved to American Falls. While we lived in Rexburg and Egin, I worked at Modular Systems in Archer, where my primary job was working in the wood shop milling molding and trim out of red oak for the products that were manufactured in the shop. I also built some fancy doors while there. Most of the products that we produced there went to remodel LDS churches that were being remodeled. While on a job in San Diego, California, I hurt my back. We were nearly done with the job, so I suffered through and went to the chiropractor after we got home. He worked on me for a couple of weeks and decided that he couldn't bill workers comp any longer. Since he didn't sound like he wanted to help me any longer, I got a referral to see an orthopedic surgeon. After he did some studies on my back, I found out that I had some herniated discs in my lower back. I was off work for 3 1/2 months trying to heal from that injury in a body cast. I remember the doctor telling me that I would have to learn to use my head to make a living because my back wouldn't take the heavy work that I did any longer. I eventually went back to school at Ricks College and began studying Animal Science with an emphasis on business. I was nearly done with the program and had applied and been accepted at Utah Sate University in Logan. They had promised me an out of state tuition waiver which would make school affordable for us. DeAnna and I went to Logan to look for housing just before I was to start school. We spent three days there and only got to see three apartments, nothing was available. We finally found one in Smithfield and felt everything was going well. Two weeks before I was to start school, I received a bill

24: from USU for the full amount of state tuition. I called the school and they had no record of the promised waiver. A day or two later the apartment manager called and said that we had too many kids to move in. I then found out that my financial aid had not been filed. With everything compounding, we decided that we weren't supposed to go to Utah. We decided to stay at Rick's for another semester and consider our options. I signed up for some classes that were not related to my Animal Science degree and started back to school. My Mom had been working at the college for just about a year and I found out that I could get free tuition, so we ended up staying for a full year. I remember talking to some fellow students during a Human Anatomy lab one day and having the professor ask what we were planning on doing with our lives. We started discussing some options and the professor asked if any of us had considered nursing. This sparked an idea and I went home and talked to DeAnna about nursing as a possible career. We decided to explore this and eventually decided to go for it. Once we made that decision, everything fell into place. It wasn't easy, but I finally graduated from Idaho State University with a Bachelors degree in the Nursing program in December 1994. I went to work at Harms Memorial Hospital in American Falls as a ward clerk just before graduation. I had done a summer preceptor ship there and was hired as soon as I finished that part of my program. I took my State Board exam in Feb. and passed. That gave me my license to heal and was a huge relief. As I look back, it is easy for me to see that the Lord had a hand in the selection of my career path. I just had to learn to listen to what he was trying to tell me. Sometimes the good Lord has to hit us over the head in order to get us to listen! I worked the next 13 years as an RN in a variety of positions including rural medicine working in the ER and general medical, ICU, nursing home, administration and consultation for long term care. I always had a goal of getting an advanced degree, but was not sure which direction I wanted to go. I had an opportunity to pursue a Master's degree as a Psychiatric-Mental Health Nurse Practitioner and graduated from the Rush University's on line program in August of 2010. I have been practicing as an NP now for 14 months and only regret not doing it sooner. It has proven to be a very rewarding career move. I have been truly blessed first with a good Mother who is one of the strongest individuals that I have had the pleasure of knowing. Through all of the adversity that she has had to face in her life, I have never heard her complain despite seeing her hurt both emotionally and physically on numerous occasions. She has always been a beacon of faith and has never wavered. My second beacon has been my sweet wife. She has always been the spiritual giant in our family and has one primary goal in her life which is to see all of our family seated with her in the Celestial Kingdom. My third beacon is my children, their spouses and their children. There is nothing that pleases me more than to be able to have my family around me. You are all a source of strength and faith for me. I am the luckiest man alive!

25: Chapter 4: Lessons learned 1. Take time with those you love. I have not always been able to take as much time with my family as I wanted to and have regretted that for years. 2. Happiness does not come from worldly possessions. 3. God loves His children on a personal and individual basis. 4. An honest day's work is good for the soul. 5. To be successful you need to be happy. No accomplishment is complete without happiness. 6. Know your history so that you can avoid the mistakes of the past. 7. Watch and learn from the mistakes of others. 8. Don't be afraid to take chances. We grow through making our own mistakes and making appropriate corrections. 9. If you want to buy diamonds, don't seek the advice of a brick layer. From My Mission: 1. God is not a mysterious thought or philosophy made up in the imaginations of men. He is real and is a loving Father. 2. Jesus is the Savior of the world and He suffered and died so that we might return to live with Him in the presence of our Father. 3. The atonement is real and the gate that opens the way for us to return to God's presence. 4. Baptism is a sacred ordinance which is required for us to achieve our maximum potential. 5. We can live together as a family in the hereafter if we live worthy of the blessings promised us in the scriptures. 6. God speaks to man through prophets so that they can know the path which they have to walk in order to return to His presence. 7. The Book of Mormon is the word of God and is a companion to the Bible in bearing testimony that Jesus is the promised Messiah. These are just a few of the many experiences that I have shaped my life. As I have told you in the past, I am just a simple man who doesn't require a lot of worldly possessions to find happiness. We are truly blessed to live in these times. In closing, I want each of you to know that I love you more than anything in the world. I am proud of each of you for your integrity and loyalty to each other. Thank you for being the kind of kids that we can be proud of. For those of you who may read this in later generations, know that we were truly blessed to have had the children that we did. They never caused us any major concerns as they were growing up. I blame this on their mother who has always been a great example to all of us. I don't tell her often but want each of you to know that I love her with all my heart. You have a great heritage; live up to your potential. I love you more than you can know.

28: Annie Louise | I Louise Bywater was born to DeVon and Irene Hunsaker in Maywood, Los Angeles, California. My Dad was in the service and when he went overseas we moved to Brigham City, Utah and lived with my Aunt Edith and my cousin Doug. My Dad served in World War II. One of the greatest blessings in my life is that he came home. Many didn't and my life would certainly have been different. When my Dad came home we moved to Rupert, Idaho and lived in town. Then on my sixth birthday we moved to the farm five miles south of Rupert where I spent my growing up years. I went to school in Rupert. We had a lot of fun at recess. We would play hopscotch, jacks, jump rope and we had a nice roller skating area. We also played baseball which I really enjoyed and I had to choose between ball and my friends. I chose ball and made new friends! When we moved to the farm we had an old outhouse and we had a hand pump at the sink. On Saturday nights we would heat water on the stove and put it in the old galvanized tub in the kitchen. We all bathed in the same water. There were only two bedrooms, later Dad built a bedroom on the back of the house where my four brothers slept. It was ok in the summer, but during the winter there was frost on the walls and our blankets would stick to it. I slept with my two sisters, I slept in the middle. One time after working on the potato harvester and throwing clods all day, I must have been dreaming and I threw my sister Karen out of bed! We had a washer with a wringer on it. It took all day to heat water and do the washing. I was glad when we had indoor plumbing. At one time the wiring must have been wrong and when we would turn the water on in the tub we would get shocked. We loved to swim in the canal. The easiest place to get in was where the cows crossed and had the bank worn down. There was an electric wire crossing the canal and we liked to touch it. Lynn wasn't tall enough to touch it, so I lifted him up to touch it. He couldn't feel anything of course it was going through him to me and he hung on. Finally he let go and I fell down on the ground. There was a ladder type bridge across the canal. One day Lynn fell through. I was able to hold him

29: Hunsaker Bywater | up by the hand so he didn't go under the water and we hollered at Mom to help. I feel it was a miracle she heard us, since the house was quite a distance from the canal. I couldn't have held on to him much longer when she arrived. Sometimes I liked to swim with friends in a larger canal. I found myself in deep water and couldn't swim. I thought I would drown when I was prompted by the Holy Ghost to go under the water and walk along the canal floor and up the side to get out. I remember I had a very calm peaceful feeling. I was riding the horse with Lynn. He was in front of me and when I got ready to get off I told him to stay on, but he didn't and we both fell. He lit in my stomach and I thought I was going to die as he knocked the wind out of me. Mom and Dad were cutting wood and couldn't hear me call for help. We helped in the fields. Thinning beets was the hardest. I didn't mind the potatoes though. My Grandpa helped in the potatoes. We would dig a hole and put potatoes in, then put a fire on top and have baked potatoes for lunch. My Grandparents Martha Ann and Albert Hunsaker lived next door to us. Grandma sewed clothes for us sometimes. They always helped as we canned our fruits and vegetables. I would help Grandma wash windows. She was very particular and I had to make sure I got in the corners. We had an old root cellar by our house where we stored out food. Mom and Dad used to drink a little and when I found beer in the fridge one day I took it and hid it in the cellar on my Grandma's side. One day when she was cleaning it out, she found the beer and blamed it on my brothers. I never did tell how it got there. I took 4-H. I took a steer to the fair a couple of years. I received blue ribbons. We had to teach them how to lead, keep them clean and braid their tails. Dad had me borrow money at the bank and when we sold them after the fair we would pay our tithing and then the bank. My friend was given a calf from her father so she

30: ha | had more money than me and I didn't think it was fair. Now I realize he was teaching me a very important life lesson. My Dad wasn't active in the church. My ordinance work as well as for my other siblings except Karen, was performed by someone else. DeWayne even baptized Jolene. Karen had all her ordinances done by my Dad. Little by little we watched him progress. Mom helped him a lot, she even wrote prayers for him in the beginning. It was a great day when we were all sealed in the Idaho Falls Temple. Dad has served in a Bishopbric and has served faithfully in the church and been a great example for his family. We had a big tree pulled and it left a large crater. One day I did something my Mom didn't like. She found a willow and chased me around and around the crater. She finally caught me and that wasn't good. I met DeWayne my senior year. We were at our schools basketball game and were playing his school from Burley. Our schools were rivals, of course my school won! I didn't like him at first and I remember one of my friends saying if you don't want him I'll take him. On one of our dates when I was trying to impress him, we were at a Cafe' and I was eating my french fries with a fork. One flipped over on his plate, he never saw it and ate it. We only dated a couple of months. We met on Ground Hogs Day in February, in April he left on his mission to South Africa. I went to LDS Business College in Salt Lake after I graduated from High School. I really had a fun time there and met many friends. I received better grades and it seemed easier to learn than High School. All the things I learned and the machines I used are all obsolete. We had manual type writers. When DeWayne came home from his mission in May, we dated until September 6th of 1962. We were married in the Logan Temple. There had been an earthquake and we thought we might have to go to Manti to be married. Salt Lake was closed and so was the Idaho Falls Temple. There weren't any others then. We felt blessed that the damage to the temple was minor and that we could be married in Logan. We were a little late getting to the temple because we had our times mixed up, the workers at the temple told DeWayne they had a list of girls he could call if I didn't show up! After I got there we still had to wait because my Aunt Edith had my wedding dress and was also late arriving to the temple. I felt blessed to have such a good husband. I had dated some boys that weren't the best and felt the Lord blessed me. At our wedding breakfast he announced he had to go for a physical for the Army. I think he didn't dare tell me before. This

31: was at the time of the Vietnam war. We had to cut our honeymoon short so he could go to Boise for his physical We were in Boise, but they insisted he ride the bus with others, He was the only one on the bus from Burley. We went to Alturas Lake and stayed in a cabin. For years we couldn't find the place again. In our pictures the mountain reflected in the lake and there were no cabins. One year when I went to Girls Camp we hiked around the lake and I could see where the cabins had been. It had been closed and the road made on the other side of the lake. We lived in Logan for awhile while DeWayne went to college. Brent and Alan were born during that time, we then moved to Woods Cross, Utah while DeWayne worked at a small airport. DeAnna, Kurt and Karla were born there. We were happy to get DeAnna after two boys. I had her all dressed in pink and one man asked me if she was another boy????? One time Alan was very sick. I felt prompted all day to take him to the doctor. We only had one car and DeWayne had it at work. I knew I would have the car the next day and could take him then, however the prompting was very strong. I called my cousin and asked if she could take us to the doctor, she could but then had to leave for work. Alan had bronchial pneumonia and had we waited they would have had to do a tracheotomy to save him. He was in the hospital for several days. Again I know the Lord blessed me and I am thankful I listened. We moved to Twin Falls, Idaho in 1972. We lived in town one year and then moved south of town where we had 2 1/2 acres of land. We also had a cow and sold milk. We also had a large garden. Before we moved there we had looked in Jerome. The realtor didn't have us sign papers and the interest rate went up. I feel the Lord blessed us again. The home would have been farther from DeWaynes work and not big enough for our family. MaLea and Alisa were born and we ended up with more girls than boys after all. We had good neighbors and a good ward. DeWayne was in the Bishopbric there and I served as Relief Society President as well as other callings. In 1992 we moved to Pocatello, Idaho.

33: He worked for the same company but it was a different position with different people. He retired early and we went on a mission to Martin's Cove in 2005. His company was very good and kept money out of his pay check so that he could receive full benefits. We went in May and he could retire in July. We also had friends that were there and they let us live in their 8x24 trailer. This too was a great blessing to us and we feel the Lord helped make this possible. We also served in the Idaho Falls Temple as temple workers for 2 1/2 months then DeWayne was called as Bishop, another blessing in our life. Our family has definitely been blessed with good health through the years. My Mom passed away at the age of 88, we miss her, she was another great blessing in my life. We have the privilege of having my 89 year old Dad as part of our life. He has remarried and we think a lot of Marilyn. She has been good for Dad. We have truly been blessed as a family. Our children have all been to the temple and two have served missions. We have 25 beautiful grandchildren and almost five great grandchildren. I know the church is true. What a blessing to have a prophet to guide us in these troubled times. It also gives a peace of mind. Grateful we have a temple close that we can attend. I'm thankful that Joseph Smith endured his trials that we have the gospel in our lives. I admire Emma Smith. I feel her trials were equal to Joseph's and that she is a great example to us in troubled times. I'm very thankful for my wonderful children and to know we can be an eternal family if we each remain faithful. I have recently read about Tindale and the trial he endured so that we are able to have the scriptures to read and strengthen us in our lives. He was strangled and burnt at the stake, yet we take our scriptures too lightly. There were many common people that were also killed if they even had scriptures in their homes. I'm thankful for my wonderful husband and the kind of father he has been to my children. I'm thankful for the good parents I was blessed with, they were always so good to us and seen that our needs were met, not our wants. I wish the best in life for each of you. I know if you will keep the commandments and listen to our prophet that you will have a good life. I love each of you, Grandma Bywater

34: Clifford DeWayne Bywater | Life History written July 2011 I Clifford DeWayne Bywater, was born of goodly parents to Glen D. Bywater and Nona Betsey Hobson Bywater on January 18, 1940 in the Cassia Memorial Hospital at Burley, Idaho. According to my parents it was a very cold morning and the car would not start, so my mothers doctor came to our house and took my Mom to the hospital and Dad came as soon as he got the car started, which was after I was born I was the third of 10 children. The folks were living in Star, the west side of Burley and farmed with my Grandpa Hobson, my parents had 2 children at the time Richard and Marylan. While living here one day, Richard was crossing the railroad tracks on his tricycle to see "papa" on the other side, when the Galloping Goose train hit him and threw him into a pile of rocks and he was killed instantly. Some time afterwards, we moved to the View area about 10 miles southeast of Burley. The family was living there when I was born, this is the first place I remember from my youth We attended our church meetings in the View Ward. Dad would leave for Priesthood Mtg at 8:30 a.m. and would then get home to get the family for Sunday School around 10:30 a.m., and we would go back in the evening for Sacrament Meeting about 6:30 p.m. I remember first living in an older home with electricity and running water but we had to go outside to the old 2 hole outdoor privy to go to the bathroom and we used old Sears or Montgomery Ward catalogue advertising sheets for toilet paper. Dad later built a new home across the lane to the east of the old home and was a lot nicer. I remember sleeping in the basement of that home with some of my siblings, Renae, Colon, Julia, Deverl, Michael, Sheila and Janine. One day while playing in the dirt under an apple tree, I found a gold ring with my initials on it and when I showed it to Mom, she said they had given it to me for my 6th birthday and I had lost it. I was glad to have found it, it is still a keepsake to me. I also remember one day getting a drink of water out of the hose while watering the cows in the trough by the house and letting the water hit the electric fence while drinking and having a

35: O n T h e Fa r m | shocking experience I also remember having the assignment one summer of watching the calves as they fed on the canal bank and as I played they wandered off. When I tried to bring them back, they would run further away as I was behind them and not ahead of them. I gave up and went to the house, when a short time later, Dad came with a nice willow in his hand and asked where the calves were. I said, "I don't know and I don't care." He said, "We'll see if you care," and I felt the effects of the willow on my lower half all the way back to where the calves were and we rounded them up. I believe I learned to care after that! I usually went out with Dad to do the chores each night and morning. While he milked, I would feed calves and put the hay in the manger and help wash the cows off for the milkers. It was an enjoyable life and I enjoyed being withDad while doing chores and out in the fields. The winter of 1948-49 we missed 2 weeks of school because of snow and had everything available full of milk as the milkman couldn't get through to pick it up. Dad did haul some to meet him via bobsled for us and the neighbors until it warmed up and melted the snow too much. Dad also brought back the mail the milkman would bring from town with him for us and the neighbors. Dad also walked to town once during this time to get formula for Deverl, who had been born that winter, as the roads were impassable. The snow was so deep where it had blown up that you could almost reach up and touch the telephone lines. I remember harrowing the fields with a team of horses while sitting on a railroad tie lying across the 2 harrows. One time I turned too sharp and caught the horses heels and they took off bumping me and leaving me sitting in the dirt. Dad must have seen what happened because he caught the horses and came to my rescue. The first tractor I remember Dad having was a model B Allis Chalmers which we used as a derrick horse as well as other things. In order for me to reach the pedals to operate it, Dad attached wooden blocks to the pedals so I could reach them. I was probably about 6 or 7 years old at the time. The canal ran through our place and in order to get to the north portion we had to go around the mile roads. I remember steering wasn't the best at higher speeds. I made it ok however. I do remember plowing with this tractor and a hang on single bottom 2 way plow and also mowing hay with a hang on side mower with an 8' cutting cycle. That was big time in those days. Dad later puchased a CA Allis Chalmers tractor with hydraulic lift which was alot

36: j better than the mechanical lift on the model B. Before living in Burley, in the late fall of 1951 after the crops were in, Dad sold the farm in View and the family moved to Clovis, California to see if the warmer climate would be better for Mom's health. She had suffered a number of years from a rheumatic heart problem. We lived on a 40 acre fruit farm where we had peach trees, almond trees, fig trees and few other trees such as olives and pomegranates. We also had a few open acres that Dad raised cotton on. That was a fun experience picking the cotton in long 8' canvas sacks and especially playing in the cotton after putting it in the truck with high chicken wire sides to hold it in. Dad wasn't fond of us playing in the cotton as it would reduce the price if it got dirty. Picking the cotton was hard on the fingers because of the sharp points on the cotton hulls as you reached in to pull the segments out. Mom's health was somewhat better in California, but Dad didn't like the fruit farm because of all the work to prune the trees and thin the fruit to get a good size, so we moved back to View the fall of 1952 after the harvest was done and he sold the farm. Dad bought a WD 45 Allis Chalmers to use on the farm in Clovis which he hauled back to Idaho when we returned. He started with a small D-2 caterpillar tractor when we first went to California which was part of the purchase of the orchard but was a little hard to get around with, so Dad traded it in on the WD 45. The home was nice that we lived in and mom liked the dining room set that was included with the house in the purchase of the farm, as well as some other furnishings. Once our family and some friends went up to Bosteder Canyon to collect pine nuts and while there I got lost while playing hide and seek. The family honked the car horns to help me find my way. When I came to an open area and saw the group, I ran towards them not seeing a large Herford bull charging towards me, the family were hollering and waving their hands and running up the hill which finally scared the bull off. I'm sure someone was looking out for me at the time. Another time during summer, Dad put a tarp on a frame on the back of the truck and we and some friends went to Yellowstone for a vacation. All I remember is riding in the back of the truck and how much fun it was. I also remember at one scout camp in Yellowstone coming out of the tent and being almost face to face with a brown bear which went running off when I startled him. He had been raiding the garbage cans.

37: I attended grade school at Miller Grade School in Burley, and we rode the bus each day to and from the school until we moved to California. We attended church in Fresno on Sundays, we would take lunch and eat there because of the distance and later Sacrament Meetings. I turned 12 while in California and was ordained a Deacon and spent my first Boy Scout camp at Camp Chiwanakee in mountains near the Redwoods. I enjoyed learning swimming, archery, knot tying and the rifle range. I also remember going with Dad and helping build redwood picnic tables as a Seventies project at the church. I had an enjoyable time while we were in California. When we moved back to View from California in 1952, Dad bought the Floyd Knight farm which adjoined the church property to the east. It was a 40 acre farm where we milked cows and raised hay, grain and sugar beets. Dad also rented some acreage around the area but it seemed we spent a lot of time running to and from so it wasn't too profitable I remember one summer while out hoeing beets, a dust storm came up including a funnel cloud and Dad said, "Run for the barn," which we did and hadn't been there long when we watched the funnel cloud pick up a steel grainary to the south of us, of the neighbors and moved it from off its pad and slammed it down some 50' or so away. That was a bit scary. While combining on some of the rented property one summer, I stepped upon one of the tandem wheels on the Allis Chalmers combine to get up to move the shoot towards the truck when the wheel, not on solid ground turned and I tore a gash in the side of my left hand from the edge of the grain bin and had a scar for a number of years as a result. I just stopped the bleeding with my handkerchief and continued to do the job. I also got the truck stuck in the mud on the end of the field as water had gotten there and I didn't know it until too far in to back out. We had to use the tractor and a chain to get it out. I remember Mom being a room mother and being in PTA most of the time while we were growing up. I attended Clovis grade school a small elementary school not too far from where we lived, where I was in the 6th grade. There were several grades together because of the fewer number of students in the school. I remember having a bully at school give me a bad time and one day, I had enough so I socked him in the nose and made it bleed. He said, " I didn't think you would do that," and I replied,

38: "Well now you know" We did become good friends after that. I attended Burley Junior High and graduated from there at the finish of my 8th grade. I then attended Burley High School and had a new High School to attend on the west side of Burley starting my freshman year. I graduated from Burley High School in 1958, the year the family moved to a 160 acre farm in Declo, Idaho to the east of Burley. Most of what I remember about mutual when we lived next to the church, was playing steal the flag or pump pump pull away. I didn't complete even my first class requirements, as there wasn't much emphasis put on scouting in our ward. I became good friends with a friend who lived close by and we would trade rabbits we were raising as well as spend time together riding bikes and enjoying being together I had some other good friends until they started smoking and drinking then we drifted apart. I was once a crown bearer for one of the Gold and Green Balls held in the ward. I helped Dad haul coal from a rail car in Springdale to the View Ward building and helped load and unload. I was usually in the coal bin under the church shoveling the coal back so we could get it all to fit in the bin. We also were involved in beet thinning and hoeing and potato harvest and hay hauling on the church farm each year. We also helped with construction and raising budget funds in those days. We had a youth baptism trip to the Idaho Falls Temple just before my mission and being an Elder. I was asked to perform some of the baptisms. I ended up doing all as the other person didn't come, which ended up being about 250 baptisms. Was a good experience however. At the farm in Declo I helped Dad with the farming and dairy operation that year. While combining beans that fall,, it started storming and lightning struck in the row next to me and it was getting plenty wet, so I shut the machine down and left the field. That was as close as I want to be to lightning. Soon after graduation, I attended Idaho State College for a year and put my papers in to go on a mission. At ISC I had to take ROTC which wasn't the most favorite thing I have ever done, but did make it through. The following year it wasn't mandatory. On February 2, 1960, ground hog day, at a Burley/Rupert basketball game, I met Louise Hunsaker at the request of a friend, and started dating her. Soon after I received my mission call to the South African mission and entered the mission home in Salt lake City, Utah on the 18th of April, 1960. Prior to this time Louise and I dated but had no commitment to each other only to write and if things were right when I returned, we would go from there. She did attend my farewell. I served in Cape Town,

39: Johannesberg, Pretoria, Salisbury, Rhodesia (now Zimbabway) and a few other small places. It was a marvelous mission and my testimony grew immensely during that time. Following my mission I and 2 other elders whom I went out with toured Europe for about a month on the way home. We visited Cairo, Lebanon, Athens Greece, Paris France, Rome Italy, Bern Switzerland and London England, also some of New York before arriving home. I arrived a few days early as we weren't booked on the ship from England as planned, therefore flew and upon arrival surprised the family when I walked in unexpectedly. I also surprised Louise when I went to see her. She had written to me my entire mission which I appreciated. After reporting my mission in the Declo Ward, I went to work at Robertson's Conoco in Burley and also helped Dad on the farm the summer of 1962. Louise and I continued dating and were married in the Logan temple on Sept. 6, 1962 and moved to Logan where I attended Utah State University. Louise worked at the Logan hospital and I worked at Larsen's Conoco while going to school. I started out in Mechanical Engineering and later transferred to Aero Technology. I received my airframe & powerplant license in the spring of 1965 and went to work for Kelsey Ellis Air Service in Salt Lake City, Utah. We had our 10 x 55 mobile home moved to a trailer court in Woods Cross where we resided. While in Logan we first lived in an 8 x 28 mobile home and Brent our first child was born and we hardly had room for his crib in our room but did manage. In this trailer we could sit on the toilet, soak our feet in the tub and wash our hands in the sink all at one time! When Alan was born, we sold our trailer and bought the 10 x 55 mobile home and moved to Millville, where we lived until I finished school and we moved to Woods Cross and lived in this mobile home until 1965, when we built a new brick home, 1080 sq. ft. with full unfinished basement for $16,700 and moved in about Christmas time. We painted for down payment. While in Woods Cross, DeAnna was born just two days after my Mom passed away in Salt Lake from a massive heart attack. Kurt and Karla were also born in Woods Cross. I served in the Bishopbric of the South Bountiful 4th Ward and on the High Council of the Woods Cross Stake. The family had the opportunity to go to Camp Philmont in Cimarron, New Mexico for leadership training the summer of 1972. Each of the family members had different activities during the day and we had meals prepared for us there. It was a highlight in our lives for the whole family. Karla, the baby stayed with grandparents. In November of 1972 I took employment with Trans magic Airlines at the Twin Falls aAirport and we moved there about Thanksgiving time living in a home we purchased in town. The kids attended

40: Morningside Elementary School . We had sold our home in Woods Cross and hated to leave it, for what we thought was an opportunity. The employment with the airlines was short lived (about three months) as I could see they were about to go under which happened a short time after I quit. I then went to work for Anderson's Inc. a heating and air conditioning wholesaler in Twin Falls which proved to be a good job and we lived there for 20 years. In January of 1974 we traded our home in town for a home about 9 months old in the country on 2 1/2 acres south of Twin near the airport and moved on Alan's birthday. We raised cows and milked one or two most of the time. Also, had pigs at times and of course dogs and lots of cats While living here, MaLea and Alisa were born. While here I served in the Twin Falls 9th ward Bishopbric and was serving as Stake finance clerk when we transferred with Anderson's Inc. to the Pocatello store in Sept. 1992. I worked as purchasing agent for another 13 years until April 2005, when I retired to fill a full time mission with my wife Louise for the LDS Church at Mormon Handcart Historic Sites in Wyoming. (Martin's Cove) We served from April 2005 until Sept 2006 working with youth trek groups and also did maintenance on the site and enjoyed the mission immensely. We also enjoyed the wild life especially deer and antelope while there. Louise wasn't too fond of the snakes however! MaLea's family lived in our home while we were on our mission and put vinyl siding on it for us, we do appreciate that. After completion of our mission, we were called as officiators at the Idaho Falls temple until about 4 months later, when I was called as Bishop of the Highland 11th Ward, Pocatello Idaho Highland Stake and have served in that capacity for the past

41: 4 1/2 years. During this time there have been experiences of about every kind and description, some very good and others not so good. It has been a very rewarding experience, none the less. We have a large garden with 2 apple trees, an apricot tree, a cherry tree and several shade trees and ornamental shrubs and plenty of lawn to mow including grass on a hill. We enjoy the area we live being close to family and having a lot of good neighbors. We get together once a month with a few other couples in our ward and enjoy having Family Home Evening together. We also look forward to having Family Home Evening once a month with our children. We have fun playing kick ball, singing together, having wonderful thoughts lessons and dessert, as we rotate parts with each other. This creates memories with our children. I love all of my family very much and I am grateful we can be an eternal family. I have a strong conviction of the truthfulness of the Gospel of Jesus Christ and it's life saving principles. Our Father in Heaven lives and is a real person who knows each of us by name, loves us and knows what he wants us to do and become. Our savior, Jesus Christ, lives and loves us also and only through Him and His atonement can we have true happiness in this life and receive all the blessings our Heavenly Father wants to give to us including Eternal Life with Him. The Scriptures, particularly the Book of Mormon are essential to our understanding the purpose of life and what we must do in order to receive the direction and guidance through the Holy Ghost to qualify for those great blessing from our Father in Heaven. Joseph Smith is truly the prophet of the restoration and we are guided by a living prophet today, even President Thomas S. Monson. May we always follow the promptings of the Holy Spirit and the words of the living prophets. I so testify in the name of Jesus Christ, Amen.

42: A letter to my grandchildren with love, from Ruth Orr I thought that you might like to know a little bit about my life, so here goes... It is not anything spectacular, but it is my life. I was born at home, as most of the babies were in those days. We were living in Rexburg at that time. When I was 18 months, we moved to a small place west of Rexburg. It was a house that my parents rented and there was enough farm ground to raise a nice big garden and enough crops to see us through each winter. My parents had 11 children and I am number 10. When I was a very young child, my brothers were my best friends. My little sister was not born until I was 9 years old and my two older sisters were 8 and 10 years older than me, so I was more of a bother to them than anything. They had to take care of me alot, as our mother was often helping with the field work. I called Letha and my mother both "mom" for awhile. The neighbors that lived close by were older couples and there were very few children in the neighborhood to associate with and so we had to be each other's best buddies. My brothers and I had fun playing cowboys and Indians alot (I was usually the one tied to a tree while the Indians did war dances.) We also went fishing at the river that ran behind our house. I remember the first fish I caught It was a big sucker and I thought I had some- thing really special. I took it home and my dad threw it into the chickens. I felt bad because I didn't know that kind of fish was not much good for eating. All of the kids in my family that were old enough to do any work on the farm were out working most of the day with our parents and

43: those of us who were too little were still expected to do some chores. I fed the chickens and gathered the eggs. I helped to fill up the wood box when the weather was cold and we needed a fire in the house. My brother Wayne had rabbits and sometimes I helped to feed them too. One day I tried to peal an apple and cut my thumb really bad. I went crying to Mom and Dad who were out fixing fence. They brought me back in and my Dad poured sugar in the cut and bandaged it up tight. I still have the scar and it's ugly, but I still have my thumb. During the winter months when it was cold and the snow was deep, our Mom read books to us, mostly western novels by Zane Gray because that is what Dad enjoyed. We also listened to mystery programs on the radio, (we didn't have a television back then.) Sometimes we played board games. There was no telephone in our home until I was about 10 years old and we got our first television when I was 15. It was a good life. It was also a hard life in many ways, without any of the modern conveniences. I was born when the great depression had just ended and it was still hard to buy some of the necessities. My mom was a very hard worker and always had a big garden and raspberry patch as well as working in the fields. She had to wash all of our clothes by hand until I was the baby and then she got a wringer washing machine. The washing still took nearly all day but she was so thankful to have that machine. We hung the clothes on the line and when it was cold, the clothes would freeze and were stiff as a board when we brought them in to be laid over a table or hung over a door until they finished drying. Mom baked bread almost every day except for Sunday and she would usually bake eight loaves at a time. We had our own cows and pigs and chickens and even a few bum lambs. It was kind of fun to feed those lambs on a pop bottle with a big black nipple attached to it. We raised just about everything that we needed to see us through the winter months. One year we did not get any snow until Christmas Eve. I was so afraid that Santa Clause would not come because there was no snow and I thought he

44: had to have snow for his sleigh. When it started to snow, I was thrilled. We usually got some things that were necessary, like clothes and things that we needed really bad anyway. Now I want to tell you a little bit about religion because it is important to me now. I just want each of you to know how very lucky you have been raised in a home where the teachings of the L.D.S. church has always been strong...with parents who have been actively involved...where you have been taught gospel principals from the time you were very young. It was not that way for me. When I was a young child, my family was not active in the church. Now I want you to know that my parents were good people and in their own way they did try to teach us right from wrong. They wanted us to always be honest and they taught us to work hard and get along with each other. Fighting was not permitted in our home. (Sometimes we did anyway and got punished for it.) My worst punishment was to be made to sit on a chair until I would be good. One day I had to sit on a chair and was told that I could not get off that chair until Dad came home. Mom was busy working in the kitchen and she said that I sat there for quite awhile and then when she looked out the window, I was out in the yard with the other kids, but I was still sitting on that chair! My Mom had been active in the church before she got married. She had a beautiful soprano voice and was called on often to sing in a trio with a couple of her friends for funerals and school activities and for some church programs. That all stopped when she got married, but she still used to sing songs when my brother Charley played his guitar. My Dad went to church a few times when he was young. He did hold the office of a Deacon before he became totally inactive and picked up some bad habits. By the time they were married my Dad had some word of wisdom problems and I remember that he smoked in the house all the time and would often get drunk when he was in town playing card with his buddies.

45: That was usually on a Saturday night. Sometimes he brought candy bars home for us and sometimes we went to a movie in town while he was playing cards. One of my brothers would have to go to the pool hall to get him when it was time to go home. He stopped drinking when I was about 10 years old but the tobacco was harder to get rid of and he smoked for several years after that. When I was a young girl we did not have prayers in our home. We did not read the scriptures or even have a blessing on the food. I knew next to nothing about the church. When some of my older brothers and sisters became friendly with neighbors from the Hibbard ward, they were invited to go to Primary and to youth activities. They would walk part of the way to the church house and sometimes were able to catch a ride the rest of the way with neighbors. However, I was still quite young and it was too far for me to walk to those activities so I still did not go...I do remember going to primary one time when we were allowed to ride the horse to the church house. My brothers tied the horse to a tree until after Primary and we rode it back home. I only remember that happening one time. Also I remember walking to church one time with Vera Jean. She is 8 years older than me and because our parents were not at home (I think they had gone to a family reunion) It was her responsibility to look after me so we went. It was all so new and different to me. I did not know where to go or what was expected of me. I remember that when the Sacrament was passed, I had no idea what it was for. When it was passed to me, I said "No thank you, I wouldn't care for any." The other boys and girls who were sitting close by laughed at me and I felt so bad. I was crushed. I went home and told my Mom that I was not going to church again and I didn't for a long time. I really missed out on a lot, but I did not realize that at the time. What we say can really make a lasting impression

46: on other people. When I was 8 years old, my Mom made arrangements for me to be baptized. I had no idea what baptism was all about. It was just something that Mom said we needed to do because I was 8 years old. They did not have the missionaries come around to teach children back then. My Dad drove Mom and me to the tabernacle in Rexburg that day and dropped us off and he went up town to the pool hall to play cards until we were ready to go home. That is about all I remember about the day that was supposed to be one of the most important days of my life. Then when I was 9 years old, we moved to a house almost a mile north of where we had been living. It was a small farm that Dad and the boys bought and farmed. At that time my life started to change. We were officially living in the Hibbard ward now. We went to a different school that fall and I found that most of the kids in my class were active in the church. I started to go to Primary because it was held at the school house and right after we got out of school, then we would all walk home together. I decided that I wanted to go just so I could spend time with my new friends. By this time some of my older brothers were driving and so when they went to church on Sunday, I was able to go with them. I know that at first I was not going for the right reasons. I just wanted to be with my friends, but as the months and years went by, I slowly developed my own testimony. I was very lucky to have friends who were active in the church. They were a big influence on me. When I started dating, I dated boys who were also L.D.S. and maybe that is because there were not many kids in our school who were not L.D.S. I knew that when I was married, I wanted my children to have all the opportunities that I had missed out on. I am very happy and proud to say that they have had the opportunity to learn and they are still actively involved. I am almost 73 years old now and as I look back at my life, I think that one of the best things that ever happened to me, is when my family moved to the Hibbard Ward and we became involved with the church. I will forever be grateful for my children. They have always shown me so much love and support and they gave me the encouragement that I needed so badly when my first marriage failed. I learned that I just needed to keep on trying and do what I thought was right, whatever the circumstances.

47: I met Marshall in 1985 and then my life started to change again. I began to realize that life was worth living again. He is a good man and a very hard worker. He has always treated me with respect and loves to be with my family. Marshall has a great sense of humor and he is fun to be with. His kids have treated me great and I have learned to love them as if they were my own. Marshall and I dated for 9 months and then we were married in November of 1986. After we were married, I filed for my temple divorce from my first husband. I was granted that clearance and then Marshall and I were sealed to each other in June of 1988. I will not say that it has always been easy. It has not. There were adjustments to make like there is in any relationship but we do love each other and we just keep on trying each day to do a little bit better. I am happy. In January, 2005, we sold the house in Egin where we had been living and moved to the home place, where Marshall lived as a child. We cleaned it up and repainted some of the rooms. We put new carpet and linoleum in and new wall paper in the old front room. Marshall has worked really hard to build on some more rooms so that the house would be more comfortable and we have enjoyed having enough room for our family members to come and stay with us. As we grow older, our health is not as good as it once was and we have both had to have some surgeries. We hope to regain our health and strength and to live a long and happy life, here in Egin. It has become home to me. I know that Heavenly Father is real and that He knows and loves each of us and wants us to be happy. I know that our prayers are always answered maybe not in the way that we want, but in the way that He knows is best for us. I know that all of us make mistakes and that we can always start over and try to do better. For those of you who are not active in the church at this time, please don't think that I am trying to preach to you. I am not. I do know that each person has their own agency and the right to choose for themselves and I respect that. I just wanted you to know a little bit about my life and what is so important to me now. I want each of you to know that we love you very much. You are always welcome in our home. Please come visit whenever you can. Love, Grandma

48: s Written by his wife, Ruth B. Orr Marshall was born on May 15, 1940 in Egin, Idaho and has lived most of his life right here in Egin. The house that he remembers living in when he was young, is still part of the house that we live in today. The old front room was then a two room house. There was a petition to divide the bedroom from the kitchen/front room. Coal oil lanterns were used for light and there was an outhouse in the back yard. They also had a jack pump outside where they would pump their water for the house and their animals. Marshall has one brother named Roger. He is one year and five days older than grandpa. His grandparents lived on the road north of here and sometimes in the winter time, their mother would put the two boys on a sleigh and pull them behind and walk to her parents house. One time when he was about three years old, the boys told their mother it was her turn to ride and they would pull her. They didn't go far and decided it was her turn again! One day his mother was doing the laundry with her wringer washer, and was outside hanging clothes on the line. Grandpa was about four years old and very curious. He started reaching up and put his fingers on the wringer and his fingers got caught. His brother Roger could barely open the door and ran outside to his mother and siad, "Mama come quick, Davie got his fingers in the washer." By the time she got to him, not only were his fingers in the wringer but it had him caught up to the elbow. He still carries scars on his arm from that experience. He was blessed he was not hurt worse. In the late 40's when Grandpa was about 8 or 9, his Dad got a 1946 tractor and that is when he really learned to love driving and operating equipment. As he grew up he learned to operate all equipment on the farm, how to drive and also repair equipment as needed. He also learned how to do many farm chores with horse teams during spring planting and haying time and grain harvest in the fall. Horses were used clear into the 60's on farms. Grandpa's mother's brother and family lived 1/2 mile west and 1/2 mile north from where he lived. Grandpa's cousin Helen lived there and they were very close. She was 20 days younger than Grandpa and they grew up together. About 1948 Grandpa's dad and Helen's dad got small tractors. They both learned to drive the tractors and would drive to each other's place. They soon started racing tractors down the road and back roads out north in those days there was very little traffic. When their dad's found out they soon put a stop to that. Occasionally they still raced when their dad's were gone! One day he was plowing with the big HD5 Alice Chalmers Cat. A neighbor saw him and stopped to chew out his parents for letting a kid that young do that kind of work. A little later on his Dad got another Cat. This one was a HD6. Grandpa really loved that tractor. He could do almost anything with that tractor, including cleaning snow from yards and drive ways of the neighbors and also the road going up east to the corner when it drifted in during the winter. When he was about 11 years old, he and his brother were staying with his Uncle Jim while his parents went

49: Marshall David Orr | on a trip. He went down the road to play with his cousins. They went snooping around in an old shed and found a brown gallon bottle. There was some thing left in the bottom and they wondered what it was so Grandpa lit a match. Well, there was a poof and he pulled back his face just in time, but it still scorched his eyes and cheek burning his eyebrows and eye lashes off. Uncle Jim took him to the hospital and they rinsed his eyes and told them to keep cold packs on his face. Needless to say he got chewed out when his parents came home the next day. When he was 12 they hauled hay from Henry's Lake Flats down the old highway. His Dad put him in one of the trucks and said, "Just follow me" and he drove the truck home down the old highway from Henry's Lake to Ashton. This was very winding and had steep grades making it dangerous for him to drive, but he made it. They had a horse named Ginger that he liked to ride and one day he went out across the canal to get the milk cows from the pasture. He did not stop to put a bridle or saddle on the horse but just used a rope. This was not unusual. Well, on the way back the horse started running down the lane to the corrals. There was an electric fence and to keep from getting tangled up in that fence in the gate by the cellar, he just slid off the horse doing a rolling cartwheel. It left him with sprains, strains and a kinked neck. He made it to the house and told his mother what happened and his mother and brother had to do the milking. It took about a week to recover. In about 1953, his mother was getting ready to go to town. It was in the late fall. The ground was cold and there was frost on the window of the car. Grandpa went to help scrape the windows clean while the car was backing up and turning. His left foot got caught under the tire and the tire rolled up his leg clear to his knee. His mother stopped and pulled the car back off his leg. He wound up spending most of the week getting over that. In 1953 they had a 52 tractor with a loader. On the front they fixed a fork to load hay or straw bales. Sometimes after the work was done, with Grandpa driving, his brother would stand on the fork while they drove back to the yard. One day Grandpa decided to tease and torment his brother and he started raising and lowering the fork up and down. Roger was scared and mad telling him to stop. When he finally did stop, Roger took after him with a pitch fork. The only way he got Roger to calm down was to say, "I'm going to tell Mother." He did quit but he warned Grandpa to never do that again or he would get the pitchfork! About this same time, his family went fishing and camping with his Uncle Merle and Aunt Fern and cousin Don. Uncle Merle had a karoseen lantern and had it lit and burning. He started to pressure up the canister with the hand pump. It started wobbling around, so Grandpa reached out to grab it and help stabilize it and keep it from falling. He ended up with burns on his hand. After they got back home it kept bothering him for about a week. His mother noticed red streaks going up his arm. He had blood poisoning. They took him to the doctor and it had to be lanced and drained several times and had shots for infection. It took about three weeks for the infection to go away.

50: Grandpa went to grade school in Egin until the third grade. At that time the kids in this area were sent to Parker for the rest of grade school. The Egin school house was later torn down. He went to High School in St. Anthony and graduated from South Fremont High. He enjoyed playing softball and basketball but when there was any work to do on the farm that always came first. The Egin Bench Ward softball and basketball teams were champions for many years and got many trophies. At one time they almost beat the High School Varsity basketball team. Grandpa and his brother Roger were baptized when he was 12 years old and his brother 13. They were baptized the same day at the old LDS Stake Tabernacle in St. Anthony. His cousin Gene Dayton baptized them. They had attended church before this most of the time and enjoyed going and learning and they wanted to become official members, so they requested to be baptized. When he was young, he used to hunt and fish and loved to explore the desert. He used to ski from the time he was 15 until age 30. When he was about 16, Bob Orme needed some dozer work done on his place up by Henry's Lake. Grandpa loaded the HD6 tractor on to a 1949 Studebaker truck and went up there and did the work then started home. When he was coming down the Ashton hill highway, the brakes overheated and he could not slow down or stop the truck. He just had to lay on the horn when he passed other vehicles and hoped that there was not any other traffic coming in the other lane. When he went over the bridge at the bottom of the hill, he was traveling more than 90 miles per hour. He was scared and mad and he told his Dad that he would never do that again. In about 1958, Grandpa and his friend Gerald had plans to go up town on a Friday night. Gerald would be driving his car. After the plans were made, a girl called Grandpa up and asked him to take her to the dance on Friday night at the High School and he said he would. So, he called Gerald and told him that he could not go after all and Gerald kept trying to get him to go but he went with the girl instead. On his way home after the dance, he saw flashing lights up by the Heman corner west of Parker. When they got there, Gerald's car was overturned in the ditch on the wrong side of the road and Gerald was sitting in the cop car. He had lost control around the corner and rolled his car into a fence. One of the fence posts went through the window on the passengers side where Grandpa would have been sitting. If he would have gone with Gerald, he would have been killed by the fence post going through the window.

51: In about 1959 he went swimming with some friends in the Snake River in Saint Anthony east of the big bridge over the river. This was a favorite swimming hole for many kids throughout the area. There was a ledge of lava rock that came out towards the river about 8 to 10 feet above the water. It stopped about 8 feet from the water. There was another ledge of rocks below that went down to the water. The kids would run out of the upper ledge and dive out over the lower ledge into the water. Grandpa decided to try it and changed his mind when he got close to the edge of the upper ledge, but he could not stop and went over the edge and landed on the lower ledge breaking up the toes on his left foot because of the very irregular surface on the ledge. He said that he straightened his toes out himself as much as he could, but he could not walk. He managed to get around and up on to the upper ledge and got help from his friends. They took him to the hospital in St. Anthony (where the maverick is now located). They called his folks to come and get him. His parents took him over to see a doctor in Rexburg. They wrapped his toes and gave him some pain killers and sent him home. He stayed awake all night and read books, it was about 5 a.m. before he could get to sleep. He was laid up for 4 weeks. One morning his Dad came in and said it was time for him to get up and get to work, he had to lace his shoes up tight for support. It did not heal quite like it should have. Grandpa was married to J'lene Rydalch from Egin. She is the sister of his best friend Gerald. They had 4 children together, Layne, Stephanie, D'Nette and Greg. The family learned to work hard on the farm. When Greg was 1 1/2 years old he got very sick with pneumonia. He had been to the doctor and was on medicine but he got worse. Bishop Kessell Hunter came and helped Marshall give Greg a blessing. Greg was very listless and could not even hold up his head. After the blessing J'lene held him up over her shoulder and Greg raised his little head, looked around and laughed. The doctor told them the next day, "I did not expect to see that boy alive again." This was a very spiritual experience and gave Grandpa a testimony of the power of the priesthood. There have been numerous experiences when he has been called to give priesthood blessings and has seen the person healed. He has been able to give his kids blessings over the years and has baptized most of his grandkids. All of these experiences have helped to build his testimony. I have always been impressed with Grandpa's testimony of the Book of Mormon, his ability to pray and speak in front of an audience and his ability to sing. He enjoys singing in the ward choir.

52: Marshall worked on the farm for about three years and was running the farm still working with his Dad. One day his mother told him, "as long as your Dad is alive, you will never have anything." He took her advise and went to work for a neighbor friend who was setting up and irrigation company called Gem State Irrigation. He then went to work for Dickerson Irrigation, but because of the economic situation the company went broke. His family bought a 320 acre farm in Egin. They had to break it out of sage brush and clean up trash that had been left there for about 75 years before he could farm it. All of his kids helped move pipe and work on the farm. It was a nice farm, but because of the economy and some very low prices on the crops, they lost their farm. Marshall went to work for Graham Reclamation and Construction and worked seeding and mowing highways all over Idaho, Utah, Wyoming and Montana. J'lene left home in the spring of 1985 and later filed for divorce. By this time the three older children were pretty much on their own and were in school or working. Marshall and I met in February of 1986. It was a blind date and we were introduced to each other by a mutual friend. We dated for 9 months and then we were married on November 27, 1986 at a church in Rexburg. The Bishop that married us was Grandpa's friend Dave Ball, who was a Bishop at Ricks College. The marriage took place on Thanksgiving Day. Then almost 2 years later we were sealed to each other in the Idaho Falls Temple. There was another experience while he was working for Tony at Graham Reclamation. Marshall was driving the hydro seeder truck with a load of water (which makes a very heavy load.) At this time I felt like I should put his name on the prayer list at the temple. I did not know why that feeling came to me, but it was strong so I did call and got his name on the prayer roll. This was awhile before we were married. Later on he told me that the same day the truck full of water almost tipped over and it would have gone down an embankment. He said he didn't know why it stopped. It was surely going to tip over and the other men were ready to jump when it stopped all of a sudden. They could not understand how that happened. In 1987, Marshall was working in a gold mine in Arizona. He was in the bottom of the shaft. They had a bucket that they would lower down on a rope and he would fill the bucket and they would haul it back up on a winch about 82 feet, dump the bucket and then send it back down. He said the bucket started hitting the sides of the shaft and he was going to reach out and straighten the floor of the shaft to prevent the buckets from swinging back and forth as they go up the shaft. As he was preparing

53: to reach out to do this, he heard a voice say, "NO, DONT!" He pulled back just before a full bucket of ore material hit the bottom of the shaft. If he had not pulled back at that instant, that bucket full would have hit him in the head and he would have been killed. Somebody was surely watching over him. Marshall worked for Larson Farms for 1 1/2 years then went to work for Anderson Reclamation in Arizona for the next three years working in Arizona, Nevada, New Mexico, Texan and Utah spreading fertilizer. One time he was driving home from Arizona after working a full day down there. He fell asleep at the wheel and said it was like someone reached over and slapped him on the side of the head. Boy, did he ever wake up. He has been protected so many times. Grandpa has suffered with many injuries in his lower back requiring back surgery and eventually had both hips replaced and has not been able to get back to a full work schedule since then. Grandpa is known for always having something goofy to say! One of his most common sayings is "well, jumpin frog spit!" One time we were going to American Falls to visit Darrin and DeAnna and had stopped to pick up some pies to help out with dinner. Most of us were in the kitchen helping to put dinner on the table. One of the kids had asked if they could have a piece of pie and were told "NO." When dinner was almost ready, we looked in the front room and there was Grandpa and 3 girls each with a spoon and eating the center out of one of the pies, eating and enjoying each bite! He is also known for his crazy driving. He would swerve back and forth side to side to make the grandkids laugh. He would then all of a sudden hit the brakes and jerk them in the back seat. He loved to drive down the rumble strip on the highway just to get a reaction! One time he set off a homemade cannon while camping during our yearly camping trips, which almost hit someone in a boat out on the lake in Island Park. The person called the Fish and Game Officer and we all quickly left for a ride! We are grateful to be able to get around and do some of the things that we need to do and so thankful for love and support of family. One thing that has never changed is how we love the Lord and his son Jesus Christ and our testimonies of the truthfulness of all his work. We hope to have many more happy years with our families. We love all of you and wish you to have the same testimony.

54: Life History of Irene Smith Hunsaker I was born in Brigham City, Utah Sept. 9, 1921. It was Peach Days and mother was canning peaches the day I was born. I was the freshest peach! My Mother was Alice Louise Jones Smith from Hooper, Utah. My Father was Raymond H. Smith from Brigham City. We picked and canned apricots, peaches, apples, plums and cherries since my Father had an orchard in Promontory, Utah. There were many black walnut trees that kept us cracking nut meats for Christmas fruit cake. There was a mulberry tree with branches low enough for my sister Helen and I to swing on. As we would swing, we would pretend to be movie stars and sing our favorite songs. There was one big crabapple tree that was fun to climb and play house in. We cut paper dolls from the Montgomery Ward catalog. Our home only had two bedrooms and a kitchen. It had no electricity and no inside plumbing. Mother cooked on a wood burning stove and we gathered sage brush to keep it burning. In the field there was a spring where we put a pipe up to the kitchen. We put a bucket under the tap and it would take some time to fill with water. I began getting jobs at the age of twelve picking strawberries, cherries and one time beans. This earned us a little spending money, the pay was small. I did baby sitting and would stay the whole night and receive a quarter. When I got older I did some house cleaning and ironed shirts. I went to church in the old Brigham City 3rd Ward building which was two blocks from where we lived. When I was eighteen my Mother went for a ride with Dad, another driver ran a stop sign, hitting the car on my Mother's side. She was thrown from the car and died the next day on Dad's birthday. I always liked music and took four years of choir in High School. I graduated from seminary, which was a three year program. I enjoyed going to the High School dances, but the boys would never ask the girls to dance and it wasn't proper for the girls to ask. I loved to read Jack London and Zane Gray books. We passed the Library on our way home from school. I graduated from Box Elder High School in Brigham City in 1939. After that I had four

55: months of Nurses' training in Ogden. The summer before nursing school my friend invited me on a double date to Lagoon, that is when I met DeVon Hunsaker. We dated off and on for about two years. He taught me how to drive his car. We were driving in a field and I managed to find the only ditch and drive into it.. After my Mother died Dad didn't want to let go of his daughters. I would stay at my girl friends house so I could date Devon. At that time I was working at the Hollywood Candy Store and he would come there to see me. When I was still in Nursing, the hospital had a big dance and I invited DeVon, when it was time to go, he didn't show up. His hay truck had broken down in Wyoming. When Dad didn't want us to date anymore we decided we either had to stop dating or get married. He picked me up at 8 a.m. when I was supposed to go to work, we went to Idaho to get married. It was the 25th of February 1941. We were only 19 years old and Devon's folks had to sign for him to get married. The wedding ring cost seven dollars and Devon had to borrow the money from me to get it. I had borrowed the money for Nurses School. After we were married, we sent a telegram to Dad telling him we were married. We had some friend with us and on the way home we slid off the road into a snow bank in Howell, Utah. We couldn't get out, so walked three miles in mud, ice, snow and water to the nearest house. Nobody was home, the house was cold and dark. We turned on the lights and found a part of a box of cornflakes and a small can of evaporated milk which we diluted with water to put on our cereal. There was only one bed so the four of us slept in it. The next morning Devon and our friend Henry walked to get help. I stayed at the house with my friend. The lady who lived there came home, we didn't want anyone to catch us there! But when she arrived, she made breakfast for us. We were able to get the car out and headed home. What a way to spend our honeymoon! Our first home was a basement apartment in Brigham, it was a two room house. We bought a bed, table and chairs and some other furniture for forty dollars. The house had bed bugs. We put the posts of the bed in fruit jar lids to keep the bugs from crawling up the legs of the bed. They would crawl across the ceiling and drop in the bed. They never bit DeVon

56: only me. Both of us crushed calcite at the mine. Then we would deliver it to feed stores where it was used as chicken grit. We lived in Treasureton until a friend of DeVon's convinced us to go to Van Nuys, California. I worked in a ten cent store for a few weeks, then bought a trailer house and moved to Maywood where our first child Louise was born. DeVon was working at the Norris Stamping Company making shell casings. He then went to work for Stockton Mobile Unit and worked on Army tanks and trucks which required us to move to Riverside and then to Lake Elsinore, then the unit moved to ElCentro. It was too hot there so we moved to Jacumba and DeVon drove thirty nine miles to work each way. We moved our trailer back to ElCentro and our first child Glenn was born The Unit moved to Tooele, Utah so we moved there and lived in a government apartment where DeVon was drafted into the Army in July 1944 and inducted into the service and sent to Camp Roberts in California. I moved in with my sister Edith in Brigham City and tended her boy Doug while she worked. DeVon returned 19 months later and we moved to Rupert, Idaho and bought our first home for twelve hundred dollars and paid cash for it. While living their Glenn who was three years old, caught polio and was in the Boise Hospital for six weeks. While there he got chicken pox. There were ten people in Rupert who had polio. Some of them died and many were left crippled. His settled in his nerves rather than his limbs and we were really blessed. In 1947 we bought an 80 acre farm and had a small house built next to it for DeVon's folks. While there four children were born. Ron, Dee, Jolene and Karen. DeVon farmed and milked cows full time. The land was under sage brush and we had to clear it. The wood ticks were terrible and we all went to Twin Falls to get shots for tick fever. Sometimes we would pick as many as thirty ticks off of Karen. I learned to set irrigation tubes, rode the potato harvester and drove potato trucks. Raising a family of seven children was challenging. We all had to work together, the boys milked the cows, drove tractors and hauled hay. The girls cooked, cleaned, sewed and gardened. We enjoyed outings together. We always took a picnic lunch and went to the mountains to cut our Christmas tree. We attended a lot of family reunions and got together with family on the holidays. On November 21, 1951 we took our children and went to the Idaho Falls Temple

57: to be sealed for time and all eternity, this was a special time in our life. I was a Sunday School teacher. I was the Primary president and/or teacher for twenty years. I served as Relief Society secretary, counselor, chorister and president. I taught the Beehive class in mutual for one year. Church has been a major par of our lives. We sent four sons and one daughter on missions. DeVon and I worked as officiators in the Boise Temple. All seven of our children have been through and received the blessings of the temple. We have had the privilege of attending 17 temples around the world. One of my interests in life has been candy making. I dip chocolates, make peanut brittle, licorice, toffee, fudge and many other kinds of candy. i enjoy reading and crocheting. I enjoy traveling and have been to many of the states, New Zealand, Hawaii, Canada and Mexico. I love music and learned how to play the piano a little by watching my children as they took lessons. I have sang in many choirs and funerals and we sang together as a family. I enjoyed attending a weekly Family Home Evening group with other couples after our children were no longer at home. We had dinners, studied the scriptures and played games. We exchanged white elephant gifts at Christmas. My favorite games are Yatzee, Bingo, Racko and Pinochle. My husband, children grandchildren and great grandchildren are the most important things in my life. In 1980 we built a new home on the bank of the Snake River and we enjoy it very much. We enjoy the wild animal life along the river and have seen beaver, geese, deer, ducks, coyotes, pelicans and many other birds and animals. We also enjoy this home because it is large enough to hold all of our family for family gatherings. In 1991 we celebrated our 50th Wedding Anniversary. I lived a good and happy life. I returned to live with my Heavenly Father on New Years Day, January 1st 2010. Before I passed away, I was excited to have a five generation picture taken with my first Great Great Grand Daughter Kyrie Smuin.

58: DeVon Priest Hunsaker I was Born August 13, 1921 in Bothwell, Utah to John Albert and Martha Priest Hunsaker. I was the seventh child of ten children and the fourth boy. I went to school in Corinne and Bothwell, Utah. When I was eleven years old, my Father asked me to ride my gray mare and take her sorrel colt and set out alone from Corinne to Ogden, Utah then twenty five more miles up Weber Canyon to a stud. My father was a livestockman and had nice looking horses. He was proud of his horses and cattle. I stayed with a relative and then rode home, the trip took me a week before I returned. I remember the big steam engines would come along and make a lot of noise. The colts feet left bloody tracks from the oil road. We rode down in the sand along the fields after that, we didn't put horse shoes on back then. It was a big trip for a little boy, I was sure glad to get home. Prices on livestock dropped during the depression and my Father lost his farm. We ate a lot of flour mush, my parents could make anything taste good, we never went hungry. We wore a panty waist up over our shoulders, hooked on to long brown socks. We would have froze without them. Mother sewed clothes and socks for us children, while Father did the cooking. Mother was the best seamstress in the valley and won several blue ribbons at the Fair. She had a foot peddle sewing machine and could sure make it sing. We wore two buckle shoes, we had no boots, sometimes we would wear gunny sacks on our feet. We had no electricity. We had no refrigeration. We hung meat on a derrick and would go out and pull it in to cut off meat as needed. We bought water $7 for 5,000 gallons that we would put into a cistern. We would cut wood with a two hand saw and burn in a wood stove to keep warm. If the wood was green or wet, we would put it in the stove to dry it out to burn later. One or two nights a week, we would light the other stove in the front room and eat apples from the cellar for a treat. During the winter we would pour cream over snow for ice cream. It was a real treat to have a dish of ice cream, now days it's like a drink of water. Dad would take off and leave us when we went places, he would make us run behind the sleigh to catch up to him. I thought it was mean, but later realized he was making us keep warm so we wouldn't freeze to death. Dad used to read alot to our family while Mom ironed. We did alot of singing as a family with the piano. I remember playing the games: No Bears Are Out Tonight, Run Sheepy Run, Baseball, Fox and Geese, and Kick the Can. We had no t.v. I was 10 when Dad bought our first radio with a clock. It didn't last very long and had only three or four stations. The dial broke and we had to turn the dial from the back inside the clock. I only went to school till about the tenth grade, I had to help on the farm, but always regretted not graduating. On Halloween one time some friends and I took a mule out of a stray pen and tied it to a drinking fountain in the school at Corrinne. You could see the hoof prints in the floor afterwards. Another time we parked a one bottom plough up to one door and a two bottom plough next to the other door. Kids came to school and no one could get in the building not even the principal! We also had fun going to different peoples houses, putting a board under the door knob, knocking on the door and running! I enjoyed swimming in Bear Lake and camping. I remember one time I had just had a really short hair cut and my head got sunburned really bad, the skin on my scalp all peeled off. I also enjoyed going to Yellowstone Park.

59: On February 25th, 1941 I married Irene Smith. In 1943 my number came up and I left my family to serve in World War I I. After basic training I boarded the General A.E. Anderson Navy ship for the Philippines with 5,500 soldiers and 450 sailors. There were only 7 other LDS servicemen on the ship, but we had services. I had many experiences where I was in a fox hole with fire all around me and many times I should have died, but through prayer the Lord protected me. One of the soldiers that was leaving to go home, left his hair cutting equipment. Three other soldiers cut my hair at the same time, don't know what it looked like, but it had to be better than it was! I then cut their hair. I had never even sheared a sheep before and didn't know what I was doing, but I was willing to try. The first sergeant came in and asked where the barber was and they pointed to me. I cut hair some evenings till dark and I couldn't keep my eyes open. I never charged, just took tips when given. I made around $21 dollars a month and sent home $450 from cutting hair. I had a captain come three times and only gave me ten cents one time. He made more money than six people. I came down with severe jaundice from drinking liquid out of a leaf in Japan. I was really sick, they took me to the Leyte Island Evac hospital where I was put on a strict diet of boiled turkey and chicken, nothing with fat. All the others were eating pancakes and I sure wanted some! One time after coming out of combat I marched right past my brother Rulon. I had never seen him while there and wasn't able to go back over the bridge to talk with him. It was a few months later that I was finally able to speak with him and one of the first things we did was cut his hair. In 1943 I rode the General Arnak Army boat to Vancouver, Washington. It was nice to see so much food and be able to eat all I wanted! I road the train to Pocatello then to Salt Lake. It took 16 days on the boat to Vancouver. I couldn't wait to be on U.S. soil. There were times that our boat was in a hole with water higher than the boat all the way around it. I slept so sound. Everyone was packed and getting off the ship while I was still sleeping. I sure enjoyed drinking milk again! I became a dairy farmer in Rupert, Idaho with three of my sons and was also President of Minidoka-Cassia Dairymen's Association. In Rupert we finally had electricity and I remember digging holes for the posts. I love to travel and have been to Canada, Mexico, New Guinia, The Phillipines, Japan and to several states. I have been real proud of my family, they have all done real good, I give alot of credit to the church organizations. They have all had their endowments in the temple and I have had 4 boys and 1 girl serve missions. I have held positions in the Young Men's Presidency, Elders Quorum, Scout Master, 16 years as Assistant Scout Master and 2nd Counselor in Bishopbric for 6 years, and High Group Priest Leader. All were rewarding and enjoyed them all. If we are just a member of the church you never grow, if you have a calling you learn more. If asked to do something you will be able to do it. There is nothing we are asked to do that we can't do.

60: Marilyn Anglesey Eskelsen Hunsaker I was born the 20th of April at LaBelle, Jefferson City, Rigby, Idaho. I was born in the same house as my father. My mother had jaundice and I had rheumatism and didn't grow till mother put me on the bottle. I was fifth of seven children born to Rulon LaVern Anglesey and Mary Ellen Barnes. I had two sisters and four brothers. My brother Ben, just 15 months older was my best playmate. We grew up at a great time in our little Mormon community. Because their were alot of kids in our age group, the canal that ran past our home was the main swimming hole for our neighborhood. We had many swimming, bonfire and sledding parties. I started school in LaBelle at the age of six. Our school had two rooms with four grades in each room. There was just five in my class until I went into the 7th grade, when we consolidated with Rigby. I graduated from Rigby High School in 1950. I had two years of Seminary in Rigby. I married Elden Ray Eskelsen on 22 Nov., 1950 in the Idaho Falls Temple. Elden was a farmer and we leased farms from other farmers, we also had 12- 18 milk cows and at one time 350 head of pigs. Our first child, and the joy of my life was born June 4, 1952 and we named him ElRay, we also had two still born babies, one boy and one girl. In 1966 places were hard to find and parts and labor were going up so we sold everything and went to work for ranchers. When ElRay was in 6th grade, I had the chance to attend Beauty School on a scholarship. It took me two years to complete as I wanted to be home when ElRay got home

61: from school. My son married a wonderful girl in 1975. He and Jolyn have six children. After 48 years of marriage, we bought our own home in Rupert Idaho. My dear husband passed away on 16 March 1999 after five years of bad health. Three of my grandchildren served missions within two weeks of each other and I was called to serve a mission in the Family History Center where I served five years. 5 of my 6 grandchildren served missions. My son ElRay passed away on his 54th birthday, this was the saddest day of my life. His wife remarried to a very nice man. My oldest sister passed away in 2008 and then my brother passed away one month later. Jan 1st, another member of our FHE group, Irene Hunsaker passed away. A new chapter in my life began June 29, 2010 when DeVon called to go for a ride. I expected members of our FHE group to be with him but he was alone. On DeVon's Birthday we went for another ride and went to the Asian Cafe' for dinner then drove around some and ran out of gas. A nice young man stopped and went to get some gas for us. He wouldn't take any money. On Oct. 9th we were married by his son in law Bishop DeWayne Bywater. in the 3rd ward building. We stayed that night in Albion then drove to Wendover and Wells, Nevada. We had to get new tires on my car and then headed back home. I have thirteen great grand children.

62: Nona Betsey Hobson Bywater Nona Betsy Hobson Bywater was born April, 27, 1917 in Oxford, Bannock, Idaho. My parents were Jesse Ver Hobson and Anne Sophronia Hadley Hobson. Our home was a two room log cabin located west of Swan Lake. My parents had twin boys who were stillborn. I had another brother that only lived for two days. I was the next one born. I had another brother born after me, who only lived for about three weeks. Then a year later I had another brother born named Clifford. I loved him very much. We were the only living children in my family. There were a couple more boys born after, but they didn't make it. I had whooping cough when I was three months old. our home was close to my Grandfather's, I loved him and loved to go to his place. I loved his wooden swing and eating his tomatoes. We had a piano and a dresser with drawers. One day I cut my hair and put it in a drawer, Mother had planned on having pictures taken, I really made a mess of it. One time when I was little and mother was baking bread, the stove overheated and the house caught on fire and burned down. My Aunt and my Mother got me and the piano out,

63: hat was all.. My Mother died in December of 1923 when I was six years old., from complications of child birth. My brother was sent to live with our Grandma and I was sent to live with her sister on a fruit farm in Brigham. I thought my world had collapsed, it was a long time before we saw each other and didn't get to very often. I lived with them for fourteen years, they were never able to have any children. I attended the Central school in Brigham. I attended Box Elder High School. In February of my freshman year I had been playing basketball on the school team. I was expected home immediately after school, but when I got there I found out I had a game right after school. After the game I didn't take time to shower and dress, I ran all the way home. I got what I thought was the flu but couldn't shake it and found out I had rheumatic fever which affected my heart and nervous system & I couldn't use my right hand for quite awhile. I missed alot of school and lost alot of credits. After a thorough examination from my doctors, I married the man of my dreamsGlen Bywater on June 21, 1935 in the Logan Temple. We had ten children together. I met Pres. Grant and Pres. McKay. I held many callings, enjoyed doing Geneology work, planted flower gardens and going to the temple. I passed away on Feb. 10, 1967 at the age of fifty from a weakened heart caused from my rheumatic fever during my youth.

64: Life History of Glen D. Bywater I was born September 17, 1916 in Evan, Utah. My father is James Ora Bywater and my mother is Ada Davis. I was their third child born on my Father's 23rd birthday. We only had three children in our family. My sister Ada Adelle, and my sister Elva, who passed away when she was four months old and then me. My mother passed away March 1919, when I was two caused by a flu epidemic. I went to live with my Mother's parents on a farm in Perry, Utah. My Father remarried Edna Johnson in 1921 and came to Perry to live where we lived on my Grandad's place William Henry Davis. I started school on my sixth birthday and walked one and a half miles to catch the bus. The winters were cold and we had lots of snow. Our bus had a white canvas over the top, benches on both sides and down the middle and were pulled by horse. When we had snow and they couldn't get through, we would ride bob-sleighs which were not covered. My sister got her feet frozen one time. The skin all came off her feet. The boys usually ran behind to keep warm and would ride on the runners. I would wrap my feet in newspaper before I put my feet in my boots to help keep them warm. In the spring I went out and helped Dad on the farm. I was about eleven then. There were some people that were living on the farm who had a boy about my age and we played together. One Sunday they went away and my cousin and I wanted to play with my friends wagon. We went up to their house and got it and played with it. When we were done we put it back. The next morning they told my Father, oh! I got a whipping. I got on my pony and ran away. I stayed with my cousin that night. The next morning my Father came to see if I was there, I told him my Aunt said I could stay there that night. When Dad found me I got a whipping, put back on my horse and sent home. About the only chance I had to go to church was occasionally with neighbors when I was thirteen. Our neighbor came and took us to Sunday School and Mutual. I was ordained a deacon in the Aaronic Priesthood by my scout master Leslie H. Jensen. In the spring of 1932 during the Great Depression, my father was no longer able to work there and we moved to Brigham where my Dad rented a small fruit farm. Here I went to church pretty regular and met my wife to be at a ward reunion. I was ordained a Priest and an Elder by my Bishop. I was married in the Logan temple on June 21, 1935 to Nona Betsey Hobson. After being married for three years we moved to Burley, Idaho where my oldest son who was two and a half was hit by a train while coming out to meet me in the fields. We then moved to Unity and then View, Idaho where we had a 70 acre farm. While here Nona came down with rheumatic fever and I did the washing and ironing. . In 1951 we sold our farm and moved to Clovis, California for Nona's health. We only stayed a year then moved back to View then to Declo. Nona passed away on Feb. 10, 1967 in Salt Lake City, Utah from a bad heart due to her rheumatic fever. We still had three younger children at home and our son Colon was on a mission in Denmark at the time. When i called to tell him, he already knew because Nona had come to him to let him know. We had ten children all together. After Nona died, I sold the farm and lived in a little house in Declo and started cutting meat. I then started courting Edith Wood, Louise Bywater' my daughter in laws aunt. They had known each other slightly while growing up in Brigham City.

65: A year and a half later, we were married August 31, 1968 in the Manti Temple. Edith had a 100 acre farm in Emerson, so we moved out to her house and farmed the ground planting beets, potatoes, hay, grain, sugar beets and had a herd of over 100 milk cows, I served a mission with Edith from 1979 to1980 in South Dakota on the Bullhead Indian Reservation. We worked at the Boise Temple for 12 years. until In July of 1997 when we moved to Brigham City, Utah. We traveled to Israel, New Zealand, Australia, Fiji Islands and England. We enjoy our family, Grandchildren and Great Grand children. I have always had a large garden and enjoy gardening. I have held many callings in the church such as Elder's Quorum President, Assistant Ward Clerk over home teaching, Assistant Scout Master, Teacher's Supervisor, Seventies Secretary and President, ,Stake Missionary, Priest Quorum Advisor, Sunday School Superintendent and financial clerk. I returned to my Heavenly Father on January 21, 2004. Edith Smith Wood Bywater Edith was born the 4th of October 1916 in Hooper, Weber, Utah to the parents of Raymond H. Smith and Alice Louise Jones. She is the sister to Irene Hunsaker.. She had two brothers and three sisters, she was the 4th child. Her and her sisters were all taught how to sew and cook. Edith learned how to make bread at a very young age. All the girls were expected to help with the canning. The children always did the dishes, Edith washed and her sister Cleone dried. Their mother was the "Queen" of her family and the children were taught to respect and love her. No one left the table until they were excused. The children spent many happy moments on the farm especially climbing in the mulberry tree. Once while playing in the tree, some old pigs came into the orchard. The girls were scared to death of pigs. After screaming and no help they decided to throw apples at the pigs. The pigs loved fresh apples! They were stuck in the tree until the pigs finally went away, then climbed down. They used to walk out to the field and meet their father and work horses in the field. They had made homemade root beer and had the bottles in the creek to keep cold and would have lunch with their father. One time, one of the bottles exploded and a piece of glass went in her sister Helen's eye. Edith loved to dance and went to the dances at the school house. She also learned how to play the violin. When she was older, her and her sister Cleone went to Brigham City to get jobs picking fruit at an orchard. She married Clifford Brown Wood on Jan. 16, 1941 and together they had one son named Doug. He worked for the telephone company and was electricuted. He never completely recovered and died of a heart attack in 1955. She married Glen Bywater August 31, 1968 in the Manti Temple and finished raising Glen's three youngest children which was a struggle for all of them but things became better after the children graduated and left home. They were married 36 years.

66: PEsther May Underwood Barney I was born May third 1906 at a little place called Grant Ward located a few miles east of Downey, Idaho. My parents were William Milo Underwood and Esther Elizabeth Larson. I got spinal meningitis my first two years of my life and mother had to carry me in her arms most of the time. I had one brother William and two sisters Elva and Jennie. My brother died when I was three years old of blood poison caused from a sore he had. We lived in a one room shack that had knot holes all over. My mother took canning lids and nailed them over the holes. One day Mother was sewing when I screamed there was a snake crawling out of one of the holes she had missed. She put me on the bed next to my baby sister and covered it with the wash tub, and ran to get the shovel to kill it. When I was six, my mother would give me a list of things she needed at the store that was two and a half blocks away. There were no sidewalks then, but when I got within one block of the store, there were two or three men with a cement mixer pouring cement. I hadn't seen anything like it before so I started to walk across the cement. One man swore at me and said he'd skin me alive if I took another step. I was so scared, I ran back home and didn't go to the store. A few days after that, I was playing on the back porch with my sister when the same man came running around the corner of our house and was all covered in blood. I screamed and thought he had come to skin me alive, he ran down to the railroad tracks and hid in the sage brush. A Posse, the sheriff and some men on horses came riding after him. He had cut another man's throat in the pool hall while playing cards. One day I got so sick and my throat hurt so bad. The doctor said I had the mumps on both sides. My mother took a black velvet ribbon and tied it around my neck, but the mumps kept growing until they completely covered the ribbon. I was isolated in my room for so long. I liked school very much and participated in school plays. I was Snow White in my first play, the loveliest of them all. I played marbles and won a cocoa can clear full, until my smart alec Dad gave them away to my cousin one day and told me it was time to quit acting like a tom boy and start acting like a lady. I played basketball until I twisted my knee and my knee cap came off. It came off eight more times after that, I had to keep it bandaged all the time. I loved to sing and wanted to take voice lessons. I graduated from Downey High School. I always liked to visit my grandparents, they had

67: a large ranch where Downetta Hot Springs is today. My senior year in High School I was on the debate team with five other boys. It was quite educational and helped me to speak in public. I graduated from Downey High School. I went to St. Anthony and lived with my Aunt Eva and Uncle Roy and worked at the seed house earning $15.00 a week. I Met Allen Barney while working at the seed house. We dated for a short time and were married December 26th, 1925. Allen worked for several farmers and for the railroad. We had a chicken coop and pig pens,a fruit cellar and a large garden and a raspberry patch and eventually four cows. We had an outdoor toilet and bought a model T ford car. I bought a sewing machine paying three dollars a month, it was the best investment I ever made until it got ruined during the Teton flood. Once when I had four children I became very sick with blood poisoning throughout my body. The doctor told me that I had a 1 in a 100 chance of living. for a week I was so out of it that I didn't recognize anyone. I don't know what kept me alive except the faith and prayers of my loved ones. I was given a blessing where I was promised I would get well and if I would take good care of my little ones and teach them right, I would live and would have many more babies. I had 7 more children in the years to follow, with a total of 11 children. When my fourth child was a baby, I had to have all my teeth pulled except 5. I went without my teeth for 13 years, until my second child was old enough to work and he bought my teeth. They were one of my most prized possessions. We lost our dear little boy Bobby. He was 3 years old. He had a sore on his heal from a pair of shoes that had healed up and left not even a scar, but the poison had gone into the marrow of the bone. He didn't show any signs of sickness for a week or more after the sore had healed. We had no radio or t.v. because we had no electricity, I did my wash on the wash board for a long time until I got my first washing machine. I made my own washing soap, butter and cottage cheese. I canned alot usually around 1000 quarts or more each year. I baked 9 loaves of bread every day as all my kids were in school and needed lunches. One time Ruth came up missing and we couldn't find her any where. She had climbed inside the car and climbed up through the hole in the roof of the car and onto the roof of our house. She wouldn't answer and I felt like spanking her, but was so glad to finally find her I couldn't. I loved to make quilts. I made 26 for my kids and 39 quilt tops for my grandkids and lots of baby quilts. I also loved to play the harmonica. I passed away in Idaho Falls on May 22, 1989.

68: Moses Allen Barney (Written by his wife Esther) I was born to Rachel and Mose Barney on October 12, 1907 in Lake Shore, Utah. I moved to Idaho when I was two years old and lived in Rexburg, Burton and Lewisville as a child. We lived on the Riverview Dairy which was owned by Ricks College. I learned to ride my bike while going down the slope in the road by the dairy. I buried my marbles, hoping they would grow! When I went to dig them up, I couldn't find them. I had the measles as a child, this affected my eye sight and I had to have glasses. I helped my father on the farm alot and one day while plowing, plowed my glasses under so I wouldn't have to wear them. I went to High School in Sugar City where I played basketball. The summer of 1925, I went through Yellowstone Park with my friend and cousin. We had a model T Ford and a tent. We had spent all of our money on groceries and gasoline. We had to work for awhile, for a farmer for a few days and on the railroad, whatever we could find to be able to return home. We spent the entire summer in the park. I met Esther and bought her a real nice engagement ring and we were married by an L.D.S. Bishop in St. Anthony. We rented a hotel room for $4 dollars a week. Our land lady let us cook in our room and use her gas camp stove. I ran out of work and we moved into a two room house that a friend rented out for only $5 a month. When I met his family they had a herd of cows and 2400 chickens. Before we were married, his parents went to the Salt Lake Temple in Nov. where they were endowed and sealed their children to them. The next spring Allen's mother died during childbirth. After our first child was born, we moved to Pocatello right across the street from where the subway ended and I got a job curing animal hides. We then moved to Downey where I worked in the hay with my father in law. This is where Downetta Hot Springs is today. After the hay was done, I went to work harvest in Twin Falls and was gone while my second child was born. Jobs were scarce. He was six weeks old before I saw him. He came home broke, he hadn't saved a dime. We stayed with parents during the winter. We then moved back to Rexburg where I worked at the skating rink and taught many people to roller skate. I also worked for the railroad making $3 a day, our grocery bill was $15 a month, this was 1928. We lost two of our children. Bobby to blood poisoning at 3 years old and then our son Don at 39 days old due to whooping cough. We nearly lost his twin Dean also, everyone had whooping cough. Times were tough during the depression and jobs were scarce. I I worked many jobs and we moved many times, just trying to make

69: trying to make ends meet. I loved farming and animals especially the horses. We then moved to Hibbard after getting a job building bridges for the county. We were happier on this place than we ever were in town. We were closer as a family. We worked together and spent fun hours together. Allen didn't go to town every night like he did when we lived in town. We would get chores done and supper over with and we would read as a family until everyone got sleepy. I also helped build a Japanese camp one summer in Eden by Twin Falls, I worked in the spud pit sorting spuds, helped build the Burton school house and the Veterans building in Rexburg by the courthouse. I drove the school bus in Hibbard for two years and worked at the sugar factory as well as was a director on the Teton Island Canal Co. Then on April 4. 1947 we moved to a place across the river. We finally had electricity, a bath room and water in the house. We had never had these conveniences before. We lived her for 29 years until the Teton Flood came and ruined everything. I always told the kids that their work came first and then pleasure. the boys could do a mans work before they were hardly old enough. I taught them to never go in debt for anything unless they possibly couldn't help it, I also wanted them to be honest and tell the truth. It was also important to me that our kids kept their word if they promised to do something. It was important to me to keep things in order, especially the tools and things in the shop. I would get out of patients when they were not put back in their proper place. One night Allen came home drunk and sat on a chair. Our daughter June walked up in front of him and said, "Daddy you sure do look awfully silly," and she had the most disgusted look on her face. He reached out to take hold of her and she backed off. that really hurt his feelings and tears came to his eyes. As far as I know, this was the end of his drinking. After our son Charley came home off his mission, he encouraged his Dad and I to go to a project temple class in Hibbard. We went 3 or 4 times, Allen seemed interested and asked alot of questions, then one morning he wouldn't go anymore. He told me he couldn't finish the class because he couldn't quit smoking. It was better for him to do it the right way and not be a hipocrite. Our son Dean also went on a mission and we had 3 of our boys join the army. After fishing one day he came home real sick. He ended up in intensive care for 10 days with a heart attack. Allen had quit smoking about a week before that and never smoked again. We sold our farm to our son Dell because Allen couldn't farm anymore. He was a diebetic and had high blood pressure. Two years later he once again had heart surgery. He struggled for seven years with bad health. He couldn't work so he got rid of all the animals and did a good job keeping up the yard. Allen was on a respirator and then passed away on July 17, 1978. The main cause of death being an enlarged heart.

70: Geneva Palmer Robertson | Geneva was born October 30, 1912. in Egin, Idaho. She was born on a farm and learned how to work hard at an early age and her whole life. She had a bad heart later on and attributed it to working hard. Counting her, there were 12 children in her family, but only 9 lived. She lived by a hill and had fun playing on it running up the hill and rolling down it. She met her husband Robert Clifford Robertson at a dance. She lived with her mother in law in a two room house after they were married. In their early years everything was made or grown in a garden. They had milk cows and the only money they ever had, was what they would get off the cream that was sold. With that money they bought flour, sugar and the essentials. Later on they moved to a bigger house and a different farm. They had six children She was a good daughter in law and got along real well with her mother in law. She learned sewing, cooking and many things from her. Geneva became an excellent seamstress and sewed all of her children's clothing. If anyone ever needed help sewing, they would go to her. One time her daughter wanted a dress she saw in a store window. Geneva took a piece of paper and pencil and drew a picture of the dress and went home and made it without a pattern, she could do this looking at pictures in magazines as well and was very talented. She sewed bonnets, quilts and also loved to knit, crochet and cook. She was known for her homemade donuts and raisin filled cookies.. Her favorite holiday was Thanksgiving and would cook a huge beautiful dinner with tons of food. Her husband didn't always go to church, but she always saw to it that she took the children and never missed going with them She worked a lot in the Relief Society and was a counselor to several presidents. She was a very giving person and would often

71: make loaves of bread and give them away to neighbors. People were always welcome in there home. One time they had some neighbors whose home caught on fire and after the fire was put out they had no where to go. They loaded up the family in their car after everybody else left and took them to their home (which was the two room) house at the time. She always gave whatever she had and made others feel welcome. When DeAnna and Darrin were first married, she gave them an artificial Christmas tree with some of her old Christmas decorations to make to make sure we had a tree. We still have some of the ornaments She was a perfectionist. Her garden never had any weeds and her house was always spotless. Her grandkids always remember her having a smile. She loved having her grandkids around her. The best day of her life was when her family went to the temple and had their family sealed together on June 9, 1964. Her children had been married in the temple and she hadn't been able to be there with them. She would cry and felt bad. But what a neat day it was to have all her family gathered around her at the alter in the temple and the last child brought in to finally be sealed together. A day she had long awaited for. She had kidney cancer and had her kidney taken out. About 10 years later it came back in the cavity where the kidney had been removed Her daughters took care of he.r. She passed away November 7, 1989.

72: Robert Clifford Robertson Robert Clifford Robertson was born on February 7, 1911. The snow was so deep it took several hours for his father Nathaniel to get the midwife even though she only lived two miles away. Clifford had two brothers, Elvan and Leslie and a sister Laverne. He was a thin child. He had exzema twice and one time it was so bad he lost all of his hair. He had a dog named "Ruff" and they were always together. One time he went to sleep in the grain field and they could not find him. They called the dog and they came running out of the grain field. He was always climbing trees and hunting for bird nests. One time he got his foot caught in the tree and was there a long time calling for help! His Dad finally heard him, took off his shoe off and helped him down. His father Clifford went to school at Edmunds, Idaho east of the Plano Church. He either walked or rode a horse. The school had two rooms for 8 grades with 2 teachers. There was a big black stove for heat. One day he was sent to get a bucket of coal. he put a twelve gauge shotgun in the bucket. the teacher dumped the coal into the stove, the shell exploded and the door blew open blowing soot all over. They dismissed school. Clifford had a beautiful singing voice, but never developed this talent outside of home because he was shy. He loved horses and always had a good saddle horse and broke a few horses to ride for others. He enjoyed working with his father. When the crops were planted they would turn the horses out until they needed them again and then would go round them up to bring them home. He taught his cousin how to milk cows at the age of 10. She recalls getting all set and start milking when a stream of milk would hit her in the back of the head! She had several shampoos before she got smart and moved her cow to the other side of the corral where I couldn't reach her. Clifford milked a cow named Daisy, and 9 times out of 10 she would always wait until the bucket was full and then put her foot in the bucket. On New Year's Eve their home burned down. It was about mid-night. Several people came to help, but they couldn't save the home. They lived in a bunk house which was one room, until they could get a two room house moved up. They put the house on two big logs and it took several teams of horses to get it into place. His father overdid himself getting the house moved and the shock of the fire caused him to become ill and he did February 13, 1929 in the bunk house. Clifford was 18 when his father died. this left him and his mother alone. He fixed up the two room house to live in and did the farming with horses, pis and cows. He sorted potatoes in the winter for 15 cents an hour. He owned a new Ford Model T Roadster. It was a nice car and he paid $800.00 for it. the first money he earned was by a pig his father gave him and his first job was hauling sugar beets for the sugar factory in Lincoln, where he lived with his sister Laverne. Clifford learned to dance in High School and attended many dances and went to shows.

73: At one of these dances, he met his future bride, Geneva Palmer. They were married 15, March 1930 in Rexburg. They moved in with his mother in the two room home. Farm prices were low. In 1931 they didn't have enough water to grow their crops, they cut the wheat for hay and didn't dig the potatoes. Milked cows and separated the milk and sold the cream and lived on the cream checks, fed the milk to pigs which they raised and sold for 5 cents a pound. When there wasn't potato work in the winter, Clifford would chase coyotes and sell their hides. In the summer 2 or 3 men would take teams and wagons and go to the hills after wood. It would take them 2 or 3 days. The winter of 1937 was a terrible one. The wind blew and drifted snow everyday through January. His neighbor Clarence had a good team of horses that pulled the ditcher and plowed the roads. At night they would heat bricks and put by their feet in the winter to keep warm. On cold winter mornings they would find frost on their quilts. Clifford loved to hunt and fish. His name was in the "Outdoor Life," magazine many times. One time when he was hunting a shot rang past me. I fell to the ground, a few more shots and a deer came rolling down the hill. I could reach out and touch it. When the shooter came down to the deer, he just about died when he saw where I was. He had such a bad heart, it just about cause a heart attack. Another time when i was fishing in a lake, a big rock scraped my arm and hit the side of my leg. My arm was skinned and my leg was cut and bruised quite bad. A man and his kids were there from Utah and were rolling rocks down the mountain. If it had been over a few inches , it would have hit me in the back and I would never have know what hit me. Clifford had his appendix out at age 17. He had the mumps at age 28 and in 1957 after not feeling good for a long time he found out he had sugar diabetes. He was able to control his sugar by herbs and tea and the last few years he had to give himself an insulins shot each day. Clifford served as ward clerk and home teacher for many years. On 24 May 1964, He was ordained an Elder the same day as his son Wayne. It was a choice day on 9 June, 1964 when the whole family went to the Idaho Falls Temple and were sealed together forever! He was set apart as a High Priest on the 24 April, 1966. He was proud to be a Grandpa and thankful for his grandchildren. His words of advice: be a good example to everyone. Be honest and never ashamed to do good. Never change your morals or think no one knows you because someone will. If you live these ideals it will show in your face. Clifford passed away 26 April 1991 at the same farm he was born.

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