Sarah Jane Dean

Sarah Jane Dean was born November 1, 1887 in Woodruff, Utah. Woodruff is a small community near the Wyoming border about thirty miles from Evanston, Wyoming. She was the fifth child of John Cope Dean and Elizabeth Howard Dean. The family lived a very simple life. Grandpa Dean would go into Woodruff and buy a bolt of material. All the girls would have dresses made from that same bolt of material. One dress for each girl, which would have to last them through the whole year. Mother tells of a boy who drew a picture of Mother on the blackboard. He put many patches on her dress. Mother was so humiliated, she didn't even want to go back to school. Life wasn't easy for "Janie", as she was affectionately called throughout her life. As each child was born to this union, more responsibilities were assigned to each of the girls. They took on these responsibilities with love and a great appreciation for each other. The sisters were very close and as in most families, they paired off. I think Dorothy was Mother's special "pal."

When Mother's oldest sister, Mary, needed further education for a career, she was given that education with the stipulation that she would use her education to educate the younger sisters. Janie went to live with her oldest sister, Mary. She often made the comment that her education consisted of clearing off the land in McDonaldville. She spoke of the many snakes that were amongst the sagebrush. I'm sure that she was a very frightened little girl, but she persevered and developed a personality that was an asset to her throughout her life. No task was too hard for her for she would never give up until the task was completed to her satisfaction.

The girls didn't date alone. They went in groups. On one particular date she thought she was going to be paired off with one of the Sorensen boys. Samuel Holden Chapman was also in the group. He informed Mother that she was his date. Sam had never dated another girl. Mother was his first and only girlfriend. They dated for three years. On October 9, 1907 they were married and sealed for all eternity in the Salt Lake City LDS Temple. Mother held many positions in the church. She served as a teacher in Primary, a Sunday School teacher, Relief Society secretary and teacher and Primary President. She taught the Social Service lesson in Relief Society for a continuous seven plus years. As soon as she gave one lesson, she would start preparing for the lesson she would give the next month. She was a member of The Daughters of the Utah Pioneers and took great pride in her projects and her meetings.

Sam and Janie had a family of six children - three sons and three daughters. Their first child was DeEsta, born October 26, 1908. Then they were blessed with their first son, Samuel Lional, born April 21, 1911. Another daughter, Mrs. Robert (Mary) Crawford, joined the family February 10, 1915. Mary was born on Grandma Dean's birth month. Grandma always commented about Mary being her birthday present. Six years later Sam and Janie were blessed with another son, Joseph LaMar, born January 5, 1921. In April 1923, they were blessed with twins. Mother decided to give Loraine a birthday of her own. LaWayne was born April 8, 1923. Mrs. Chris (Loraine) Fairchild was born April 9, 1923

We had so many good times on the farm in Groveland. Working together--thinning and hoeing beets, picking cherries, haying etc. and all the time singing while we worked. Mother was never satisfied until she had at least one hundred quarts of pitted cherries each year for her famous cherry pies.

Mother was a very good cook. Her roasts would melt in your mouth. No one could fix creamed new potatoes and peas like my mother. We always had either pies or cake for dessert. And oh, that homemade ice-cream. I can still taste it and remember how as we turned that hand operated ice-cream mixer, Mother was always the one that determined it was done to the right texture. We always ate as a family for our three meals each day. Seemed like she was always cooking and cleaning, with a very thorough spring and fall cleaning. Our walls weren't painted but just washed down. They were calcimined twice a year and oh what a sweet fresh smell that was! ! Mother saw that we attended Primary, Sunday School, and Sacrament meeting without fail.

Mother made many quilts and as we married, she made sure that each new grandchild had one of her quilts.

Mother wasn't dressed until she had put on her corset along with all her other clothes and last of all her apron. That apron served many purposes. She would go up in the orchard and fill that apron with apples for a fresh apple pie. That apron was used to shew away the flies before she would open the door. The apron was also used to bring in kindling to start the fires. (Her mother Elizabeth Dean also had many uses for her apron. Her aprons had large pockets on them which also came in handy. She would also gather her fruit in her apron and she even gathered some of the wool that was left when the sheep passed through and she would card it and use it in making her quilts. Elizabeth dried currents and she carried these in her pockets to share with her grandchildren)

Mother always took fresh cold water to the guys in the field. I think she just wanted an excuse to be out in the field with them, but they surely appreciated that nice cold well water.

During World War II, Mother had to send two sons and a son-in law off to fight for our country. How Mother worried during that time!!!. I had married Chris Fairchild on October 8, 1944. We had a little son, Richard Wayne. Mother and Daddy insisted that I come home at that time when Chris had to leave to go overseas. They wouldn't let me go back to work. They said it was my responsibility and privilege to raise our son. I am so glad that I had that time with my parents. They were so good to me and so supportive. I am sure that it was hard for them to give up Richard when the war was over and Chris was able to come home. Richard had been with them from the time he was six weeks old and now he was almost two. Mother would tell me to go to bed because I had to be up with him during the night. She would rock him to sleep and bring him into me. I think he was a little spoiled with all that attention, but they realized his Daddy was overseas fighting for our country. I wish that every little boy and girl in this whole world could have parents like I have.

Mother was there to help me out as I had each of my eight children. I remember one incident that happened as a result of my time I spent with Mother. I was knitting slippers. Mother wanted to learn how to make those nice warm slippers. She did fine, but then I moved away and she hadn't made any more slippers. Years later the Relief Society sisters asked her to teach a knitting class. She wrote me a letter, "help!" I opened my mouth and stuck my foot into it. Needless to say, I was able to help her so she could teach those sisters how to make those cozy warm slippers!!! I was able to spend some time with Mother when she became so sick the two months before her Heavenly Father called her home. Chris had a job with Farmers Insurance where he was required to be on the road most of each week. The children were old enough to fend for themselves while I was gone. Mother was so sick the day before she died, I didn't want to leave her. Mother was so in tune to her children that she said, "Loraine, what is going on tonight?" I replied - nothing. She was finally able to get out of me that it was our youngest daughter's first piano recital. Needless to say I went to Irene's recital, but was able to get back home in time to spend the last few hours with Mother. Because of the intense pain she was enduring, the doctor had come to the house and given her a shot to ease the pain. Mother never spoke to us again, but I know she knew we were all there--all six of her children and some of our spouses. I'm so grateful for my Mother. I still feel her presence with me and know that she is watching over me. I will always be her little girl.

Mother died at the age of eighty Dec. 11, 1987--long time resident of Groveland. They moved from Rose to the farm in Groveland in 1919 when Mary was only four years.

This is a little thought that I wrote to my mother after filling out the information on her obituary. "I'm sure you were with us during the preparation of your funeral. It is certain that your spirit is in our home as well as yours and our beloved home at Groveland. We are so grateful for this privilege, because otherwise I am afraid it would have been too hard to endure. We all loved you and miss you so much. Your unfaltering patience, understanding sweet and uncomplaining personality endured until your last breath and is continuing to shine through to us. You are such a wonderful person. We never went home that you didn't insist that we have a bite to eat before we left. I was trying to fix a sandwich without your aiding hand, so you see clumsy Loraine needs you every minute. Thank you Mother for being the way you are and giving us so much."

(The following story of the family of Sarah Jane Chapman was taken from parts of a life story of Lawayne Chapman.

Since life is so intertwined with my brothers and sisters, cousins, uncles, aunts, etc. I think it best that I introduce them at this time (at least brothers and sisters) so you will understand how we relate by age. The first born was DeEsta, who arrived in this world on Oct. 26, 1908. Since she was 14 years older than me and since Loraine was very fussy due to a lot of Colic which required a lot of mother's attention, DeEsta was like a second mother to me and she seemed to consider herself as such as long as she lived.

Lional was the oldest of the boys and made his debut on the 21st of April 1911. He was a neat guy and being 12 years older than me I looked up to him pretty much as my idol.

Mary was the third child born and looked out upon this world on Feb. 19, 1915. Although she was a girl she seemed to prefer outdoor work more than house work and was one of the best sugar beet thinners dad had. She and I worked together a lot in the beet field. LaMar, who was the next, seemed to sunburn badly and had to be very careful in the sun. LaMar was born Jan. 5, 1921 just 2 years and three months before I arrived. He and I were very competitive in almost everything we did, of course he usually was the victor except when it came to wrestling then I took over and it got pretty fierce at times until mother would come with the broom and separate us. She usually got to me first since I was usually on top. I guess I was always a little jealous of LaMar as he was taller and older and was permitted to do some things that I was not. But mostly that I had to be in the field thinning sugar beets while he was in school. Skeptics will say that is not true but it is. I remember things in my life by referencing them to other events. That is why I know I was thinning sugar beets when I was four or five years old. How I know that I was thinning beets this early in life is because I would be in the fields working while LaMar was in school. It is true that I would be working with dad and he would be "blocking" with a long handle hoe while I was crawling on my knees pulling all but the healthiest beet from the bunch that was left by his blocking.

On a beautiful Sunday night at 11:45 PM, April 8, 1923 (Lawayne) was born. Twenty five minutes later at 12:10 AM Monday April 9, 1923 Loraine was born. We were the last of six children born to Samuel Holden Chapman and Sarah Jane Dean.

Life on the farm as a small boy was fun and exciting. Laying on the grass looking up at the cloud formations and trying to make pictures out of them. Climbing high in the tall cottonwood trees that surrounded our house and many other things that boys do. If mother was unable to find me anywhere in the yard she would look up in the big cottonwood tree next to the small gate used by visitors and go to the mail box across the street from our yard.

My father, Samuel Holden, was the second of seven boys and four girls. The youngest in the family Uncle Vern (Lorenzo Vernon) was a very accomplished musician and sang and toured with the Mormon Tabernacle Choir for many years. We used to enjoy having him come for a visit and get his guitar that was stored at our house, from behind the piano and play and sing for us. (There is additional history on the Chapman family written in Lawayne's story)

Mother's parents, John Cope Dean and Elizabeth Howard were the salt of the earth people and true pioneer stock. My grandmother Dean's mother Ann Shelton buried at least one child on the plains and she herself died at Bitter Creek, Wyoming before reaching the Salt Lake Valley.

Grandma Dean was a very quiet lady (and I use the term Lady intentionally) and always smelled of fresh baked bread. Her home was in the center of what we called the township and just across the canal from the church. She always had the most beautiful flower garden and spent hours caring for them. I remember she would take two sprinkling cans, one in each hand, and go to the canal for water then carefully see that each plant got it's fair share of water, then return for more. The sidewalk from the front gate to her house was lined on both sides with grapes that went over the top and the grapes would hang down through chicken wire that covered the arbor.

Grandpa Dean was the greatest! Oh how I loved that man and wished I could be like him. He was retired when I was old enough to know much about him so I only remember the things he would do around the house such as mend shoes and sharpen tools etc. He was a very accomplished cobbler. But what I remember most about him was the twinkle in his eye and his great stories. Not only the stories he would tell but the stories told about him. Let me tell you one that will let you know what his personality was like. This is not a second-hand story. I was there. In the days when I was a teenager and in the rural city where we I lived there was only one ward in our building. Being a farming community meeting schedules were designed to accommodate the farmer's chore time. We would do the morning chores then go to Priesthood meeting. The men would then go home and get the rest of the family and bring them back for Sunday school. The afternoon would then be free for a few hours and that is when the boys would play ball or whatever and the girls would play piano or whatever. We would then do the evening chores and go back to the church for Sacrament meeting. When the chores were done, and there was no other ward waiting to use the building; many times this meeting would go rather long, especially when there was to be two high councilmen scheduled to speak. This was the occasion one evening when my grandfather was sitting next to another elderly gentleman by the name of Jonathan (Johnny) Hale. As the first speaker was making his closing remarks, granddad noticed that Johnny Hale had dozed off and was in a deep sleep. Grandpa Dean nudged him with his elbow and said, "Johnny, the Bishop just called you to come to the stand and give the benediction." Bro. Hale shook the cobwebs out of his mind and walked to the stand and gave the closing prayer. The second speaker didn't realize what was happening but the audience seemed to be pleased and everyone got up and left. Grandpa Dean was well known for such shenanigans. I loved him so much that I was proud to be one of the pallbearers at his funeral even though it was January 31, 1937, one of the worst winters I can remember. It was so bad that the only way we could get the body to the cemetery was on a bob-sleigh with four head of horses.

We lived in the little farming city of Groveland. This was about four miles west of Blackfoot. Our school house was roughly a quarter of a mile south then a quarter mile west to the corner of the school yard then we would cut through the school yard 200 yards to the school building. When we were in the second grade Flora Talbot contacted Diphtheria and died. This was a very traumatic time in my life and I am sure in all the other students as well. The loss of Grandpa Chapman didn't seem to be that traumatic. I guess it was because he had lived a rather long and full life and we knew that sooner or later when he got old he would die. But losing a close school friend our own age really hurt. The word Diphtheria became synonymous with death and was very frightening. To get measles, or chickenpox was OK. You felt yucky but you got out of school for a few days so no one (but parents) worried too such about those childhood diseases. My mother used to go over to Mrs. Talbot's to pick raspberries. She would pick some for the Talbot's and keep some for us. She would usually take Loraine and I with her, that way she could keep an eye on us. I'm speaking now of preschool age. Mother did not have a watch so she would ask me to go to our house to find out what time it was. I couldn't tell time but Loraine could, however Loraine was afraid to go to the house by herself so we would make the trek together. My job to protect her and her job to find out what time it was.

Growing up on a farm was hard but we also had a lot of fun. I have often wished I had been able to raise my boys on a farm and let them feel the joy of working and getting the fruits of your labor as things grew. My most favorite time of the year was during the haying time or the thrashing time. On our farm we would cut the hay with a team of horses on a mowing machine that left the hay laying in a swath. Then it would be raked with a tumble hayrack pulled by one horse; then piled into piles by hand with a pitchfork and then pitched on to a hay wagon.

Some farmers would hire outside help and would use several wagons shuttling the hay from the field to the stack. My father felt that, though it might take a little longer, he and his boys could do it. In order to save time in traveling from the field to the hay stack, it was customary to put as much hay on each load as possible. At eight years of age and LaMar at ten we would take turns driving the team and tromping (loading) the hay on the wagon while dad and Lional would pitch it up to us. Near the end of the load the men on the ground would throw it as high as they could and the boy on the wagon would reach down with his fork and help it on up to the top making the load well above the frame of the hay wagon rack. On one particular load it was my turn to do the loading and LaMar was driving the team. I was well back on the load when the men on the ground were ready for the wagon to be moved to the next piles of hay. The team was so used to moving when they saw the men walk up along side that they would start up. I was not prepared and was thrown from the wagon landing on my back across a dike. I barely missed serious injury falling on the tines of my pitchfork. The fork did pierce my shirt and scratch the skin enough to draw blood. That was not serious. The injury to my back was. It also knocked me unconscious. I was told after I regained consciousness that Lional took the wagon and team to the hay yard and put the team away while LaMar ran to the neighbors to have them call the Doctor. Meanwhile my father carried me to the house and laid me on the bed. The Dr. was concerned after he examined me that perhaps I should not have been carried the way I had because he suspected I might have a fractured back. He felt it necessary to return to town to get a vehicle so that I could be transported in a horizontal position. During the time he had gone back for such vehicle, my father and Lional administered to me and gave me a priesthood blessing. Almost immediately I regained consciousness and other than being shaken somewhat was able to get up and move around in a normal way. The Dr. was notified and after resting the rest of that day I was able to go about my work the next day.

The second (event) gave me an opportunity to get even with LaMar for the times I was thinning sugar beets while he was in school. I'm not sure if the combine for harvesting grain as we know it now was even in existence at that time. In any event that was not the way grain was harvested on our farm. Our grain was cut with a binder that cut very much like the hay mower but laid it on a canvas conveyer belt that took it through the binder that tied it in neat little bundles. Those bundles were then put in shocks of about 8 or 10 bundles in each shock. To do this a man would put one bundle under each arm and push them together with the heads of the grain up like the gable on a house. Although it was hot and tiresome work, it really wasn't too bad as long as it was wheat or oats that you were shocking. The year dad planted barley (barley has very prickly beards around the heads where the grain is) was the year that I came down with the mumps the day before the barley was being cut. LaMar had to shock all that miserable barley! Sorry LaMar.

LaMar and I did have many good times together and a lot of tiresome times together. we had an apple orchard on our farm that was (as I remember) about three acres in size. This would grow a lot of apple trees, some pear trees, cherry trees, and plum trees. The grass in the orchard would grow quite tall and then dad would put the dairy cows in the orchard to eat the grass. Of course he would not let them eat any of the apples so LaMar and I (when the fruit started to bear and fall off the trees) would have to pick up all the apples. This was usually a big day's job and the worst part was kneeling in or picking up rotten apples. The yellow transparent were the worst as they were a very soft apple and would bruise if you pointed your finger at them, let alone touch them. Of course they bruised the minute they touched the ground and it was not long until they were completely rotten. We would put then in old gunny sacks (if you are not familiar with that term they were burlap bags used for picking up and storing potatoes) then drag them to the yard where they were fed to our pigs. As we got older, we got smarter and fashioned a flat platform on an old one horse buggy no longer in use and loaded the sacks of apples on the buggy. Good old Jack would then pull it to the yard and made that part of the work much easier. We still had to contend with the rotten apples though.

Like many families, our family was more gravitated to mother's side of the family than to father's. Mother was the fifth child in a family of ten girls and one boy. Uncle Wilford was born Apr. 4, 1897 and died at eighteen months of age on Oct. 11, 1898. 1 guess he just couldn't stand all that TLC from those sisters, nine of which were older than he was.

Aunt Mary, mother's oldest sister, lost her first husband Frank Brown. I never knew Uncle Frank. She then married Parley P. Black. I remember him very well not only from the many times they would come from Logan to visit us but because as an ordinance worker in the Logan temple he was the one who escorted me and helped me on my first time through the temple when I was married in 1942.

Mother had three sisters (Matilda Ann, Louella and Arlinda) that married three brothers (Jens Lars, Ephraim L. and Nephi W. Sorensen) believe me their children, my cousins, looked so much alike that I was not sure who belonged to which family. I knew Mildred belonged to Aunt Tillie and Uncle Jens and she was the only one of their children I knew. Uncle Ephraim and Aunt Looey had Aletha, Thora, Gerald and Shirley and lived within 150 feet of Aunt Lindy and Uncle Nephi who had Darwin, Harold, Valene and Evelyn. Those cousins were always together and I was a teenager before I was sure where they belonged because of family resemblances.

The chronological order of mother's family were Mary, Matilda (Tillie), Lucy, Julia, Sarah Jane (my mother), Eliza Dorotha (Dorothy), Loualla (Looey), Arlinda (Lindy), John Wilford and Agnes.

Aunt Lucy and Uncle Joe Wilson lived in Riverside and had a fox farm. It was fun to visit but we had to be careful not to disturb the foxes.

Aunt Julia and Uncle Alvin lived in Logan. He was a chiropractor. Aunt Julia and Uncle Alvin and mother and dad were married at the same time in the Salt Lake City Temple.

I can't begin to remember the names of all my Yancey cousins. Aunt Dorothy and Uncle Emeron had twenty one children. Seventeen of then were living at one time. They had three sets of twins. This was the big "claim to fame" in my memory of that aunt. We all felt sorry for her and she had a nervous condition that caused her neck to quiver when she talked. Uncle Emeron would always remind people that the Lord said we were put here to multiply and replenish the earth. At that comment, others would remind him that the Lord did not expect him to do it by himself.

Aunt Looey and Uncle Ephrain seemed to have the trials of Job in their family. They were wonderful people but lost their children at rather young ages except for Aletha, who is still alive. Uncle Ephraim was killed in a farm accident. Thora died in child birth. Gerald was killed in the Battle of the Bulge during world war II. Shirley died with diabetes at a rather young age. Aunt Emma and Uncle Elmer lived in American Falls during my real young years and later moved to Blackfoot. She was a beauty and I always thought she was the next to the youngest in the family. Partly because she and Aunt Agnes were so close and Aunt Agnes was the youngest. However aunt Lindy would always remind us that she was next to the youngest, excluding Uncle Wilford of course. Aunt Emma and Uncle Elmer had two children, Donald and Marjory. Marjory was like her mother, a real beauty and was very nice to us when we would visit. She also had a tricycle that she allowed me to ride (they had sidewalks) when we visited them. Uncle Elmer was the manager of the Boise Payette Lumberyard in American Falls for many years. After they moved to Blackfoot and he was retired, Aunt Emma went to work for Kugler's Jewelers. She was one classy lady and was the type that belonged in a jewelry store. I don't think she needed to work but rather enjoyed it and wanted to.

Aunt Lindy and Uncle Nephi lived in the Rose area next to Ephram and Looey for many years. In the summer months they would live in the hills (mountains) where they ran sheep. Later in life they built a house on Grandpa & Grandma Dean's property just across the canal from the church.

Aunt Agnes andUuncle Clarence Cox were like second parents to me. They had two children Neola and Orson (Bud) Clarence. Bud was more of a brother than a cousin. We were together as much as we could convince our parents we should be. Either he at our house on the farm or me at his house in the suburbs of the city. We had many wonderful times together.

Aunt Agnes and Uncle Clarence lived on West Center Street probably a couple of miles from downtown Blackfoot. They had an acreage that included a pasture with a couple of saddle horses, a barn and a couple of milk cows and during his high school years Bud had some pigs as an FFA project. They had a three car garage, a cellar and a large tennis court with a cement floor. This was ideal for roller skating. I recall many wonderful hours not only skating but playing tennis on that court. It even had a chicken wire fence around it so that we were not forever chasing the tennis balls. They also had a pug nose English Bull dog named Lindy that walked bow legged and looked as if he had run into a brick wall running full speed. He was a fun dog however and Bud and I spent a lot of time playing with him.

We rode his horses, played "no bears out tonight", "kick the can" and all kinds of fun games in the street from his house to the canal by George Clark's house. The street was lighted and after dark that was the place to be.

Uncle Clarence owned the DeSoto-Plymouth and Diamond T truck garage which became so familiar to me I can see in my mind's eye every corner of that garage even today. I quickly learned the telephone number (184) because if I were not there that was my contact with my best buddy and I used it frequently. Bud and I used to get a penny a gallon for pumping gas. Uncle Clarence was pretty smart. He knew we would watch those pumps like a hawk because a penny a gallon was nothing to sneeze at. I can still see the big round VELTEX tops of the pumps. My first, very old and used, car came from that garage.

There were friends that lived in Groveland and with whom I went to school and had many other activities such as Primary, scouting, athletic games and always on the 4th of July, a big celebration at the "square". The square was the fenced in school grounds about 1/8th of a mile on each side. The school house itself was located near the south-west corner of the lot. Also in that area was a barn that would accommodate about six saddle horses for those who rode their horses to school. Also near the barn were two outdoor toilets, one for the girls and one for the boys. They were big four-holers painted a dark green. We did have girl's and boy's bathrooms in the school building that had running water and all the modern facilities but those outdoor buildings were very handy during recess or in the summer when the school building was closed but community activities were taking place. The ball field, complete with a grandstand, was in the north west corner of the school yard. The grandstand also had an area under the stands that was used for selling food stuff and drinks during ball games and other community affairs. Between the ballfield and the north fence was the high jump standards and the broad jump pit.

Our school house was a two story square brick building. The lower level, which was about half under ground level and half above, contained the furnace, coal room, I think shower and locker rooms and toilets. One half of the lower level was the gymnasium. The gym had such a low ceiling that it was difficult to make a shot from very far away since there was only about three feet from the basket to the ceiling, therefore any kind of an arc was out of the question. Though it was small in comparison to other gyms where we competed it prepared many good ball players. Five young men two years older than I played together so well that their senior year in high school they were the State Champions. We were very proud to have been schoolmates of Bill Bergeson, Marion (now Federal Judge) Callister, Keith Elison, Jack Shoemaker and Vernon Herbst. There were other boys on that championship team but these five had played together all through grade school and knew each other's abilities like their own.

In the fall of 1929 my sister Mary and her girl friend Phyllis Clark, then Freshmen, arranged to leave school long enough to escort Loraine and LaWayne to their first day in school. Loraine was always the one to be afraid, she would cry if Aunt Agnes and Uncle Clarence would invite her to go with them for an overnight stay. And you remember she was the one that could tell time but was afraid to go home alone.

Recesses were fun during those years. We used to play a game called camel fight. This was where one boy would get on the shoulders of another and try to pull the opponent of the other team off the shoulders of his "camel". I was quite small for my age but very strong. I had the best camel. Verl Larsen was probably the largest boy our age and was my camel. We were hard to beat and usually went back to class the victors.

We also played marbles. I was a terrible player except at "bumps". Bumps was when you would take turns going first at bouncing your marble against the cement on the school building then the opponent would do the same and see how close he could get to the first marble. If you could touch one marble with your thumb and the other with any finger on the same hand you got the marbles. This I did pretty well but when it came to shooting a tau at marbles in a ring and knocking them out of the circle Fred Manwaring and Hugh Hammond had it all over everyone else.

Winters in Groveland were sometimes very severe. Often the snow would drift so bad that we could walk on the snow (that was drifted over the fences) and make a direct path to school without following the road. This made it closer but when the snow was soft it made walking more difficult. The winters of 1932-1933 and 1936 -1937 were particularly bad winters. Lional was married in November 1932 and was trying to save a couple of cows in a stock trailer from his father-in-law's place in Thomas about ten miles from Blackfoot. I recall what a difficult time he had. In addition to road conditions that caused problems, the tongue on the trailer broke and threw the cows forward in the trailer. One cow had her neck twisted and Lional was afraid she was going to die. Sometimes adrenalin does strange things. In an almost super human effort Lional lifted the tongue on the trailer enough to permit Lelia (his wife) to open the door to the trailer and get the cows out. These cows were a wedding gift from Lelia's parents and meant a lot to Lional and Lelia. In fact they were their start in beginning their life on their own farm.

This was also a winter I will never forget for another reason. One day a storm came up while we were in school. It snowed very hard and the wind was blowing and drifting the snow fiercely. They decided to close the school early so the children could get home. It was impossible for the school buses to come so some of the children were farmed out to homes near the school and those parents who thought they could get their own children arranged to do so. I remember my father putting a harness on old Bess, (one of our horses) and riding her through the snow drifts to the school. He then put me, Loraine and LaMar on her back- where we could hold on to the harness. He then wrapped a quilt, that he had brought with him around us. He then wrapped her tail around his wrist in a way he could hold on; and sent her home. We all looked like snow men when we got home but we did make it safe. I loved that old mare. You could do anything on her or with her.

Living in Groveland was really quite a wonderful experience. Everyone knew everyone else and it didn't matter whether or not you were a member of the LDS church. Much of the activity centered around either the school yard or the church house. In the summertime the activity was at the school yard where celebrations on the 4th of July were very memorable. First of alI we would have to get up early and haul as much of the second crop hay as we could by noon then the afternoon was free to celebrate. There would be a ball game, horse races, and tubs of ice with cold pop of every known make. There would also be foot races and other athletic events. One I will never forget was the pillow fights sitting straddle of a horse hitching rail. I took on Marion Callister and I wasn't about to give up so I stayed on as long as I could. He whopped me so such I don't believe I could walk straight for a week. But it was fun and all in good sport. We would also gather at the school yard for cold pop and picnic lunches after a sugar beet tour. The County Agriculture Agent would go around the area selecting farmer's fields that appeared to have an outstanding yield. Five or six of the better fields were selected then all who wanted to would get in their car and it looked like a long funeral procession going from field to field viewing the crop. Dad's field was always on the tour and usually one of the top two. Of course touring the fields was a dusty affair so the cold pop was a real treat.

In the winter time most of the activity was at the church house. The building was one large hall with a stage at one end and one wall room on either side of the stage. When Sunday school was held the stage and each of the two rooms on the side became classrooms. The large hall had a wire about seven feet off the floor running from front to back and two more running from side to side about 1/3 and 2/3 of the distance from front to back. In the North West corner there was a pot bellied stove, so that area was not used as a class room but the other eight were. The very small children were taken to the relief society building which was a separate building about forty feet from the church house. There are a lot of great memories of that building.

The benches could be stacked in the back corner of the hall and dances were held or roller skating nights every so often. It was not unusual to have two or three MIA plays being prepared at the same time because it seemed everyone was willing to participate. Usually when a play was put on there would be a Magic Act or other entertainment between acts. Addington (Addie) Tressel was a great magician and we loved it when he would get Dan Thomas to assist him with the act. Dan was also very talented at playing a saw. If you have never heard this, or seen it, it will be hard to explain. It is an ordinary carpenter's saw. The artist sits on a chair with the handle of the saw and one leg and the blade bent over his other leg, then by using a violin bow and bending the saw to the notes it was possible to make pretty music. Try as we would none of us ever figured out how Addie did those magic tricks. Needless to say he was a favorite of kids and in great demand as an entertainer.

Winters on the farm had all kinds of little happenings. LaMar and I would cut blocks of snow in cubes about 18 inches on each side then stack them on top of each other bringing them in a few inches with each block so they would come together at the top to make a roof for our igloo. We would then pour buckets of water over it and let it freeze. When completed it was cozy and warm inside. All the cracks were sealed and no wind or snow could get to us. A little hay or straw on the floor made a neat little hut.

The frost on the trees and rose bushes was something to behold. Frost on the pump handle was something else. Lional would tell us how it tasted and we should lick the frost off with our tongue. Once was all it took. When our tongue got stuck to the pump handle mother would have to come rescue us by putting a wet rag with hot water on it on the handle next to our tongue to melt the frost and free us.

We used to have a lot of honey bees around our place. They liked to hive under the eaves of the house. I was terribly allergic to the venom from their sting. once I was stung just below my left eye near the nose. Within minutes my entire face was swollen so that I could not see or open my mouth. I am sure today I would have been rushed to a Doctor but in those days the men were in the field, mother did not drive the car and the Doctor was several miles away. So we were treated by mother's home remedies that usually worked very well. At the time of the bee sting mother quickly got a straw and put it in my mouth to keep it from closing completely so that I could at least get liquid food through the straw. We did not have indoor plumbing in our house and had to rely on the two holer located 70 or 80 feet from the house. Loraine was assigned to lead me by the hand to the toilet and leave me at the door until time to return. On one such occasion she was not paying much attention to what she was doing and let me run directly into a clothes line post that was located near the path. When I hit that post head on, it didn't do much for my head or my temper and almost caused an accident due to the delay in arriving at my destination. I didn't have much trust in her ability to guide me after that.

My father was probably the best man I ever knew. He was strong and hard working. He did not speak out much in church but I think it was more timidness than lack of understanding of the gospel. We were not afraid of dad but we knew that when we did something mother didn't like and she said, "wait until your father comes in", we knew we had better shape up quick. Mom was a push over and as gentle and soft as a kitten. Everybody loved mother, and the threshing crews loved her food. They always worked it out so they could finish one field in time to get to our field just before lunch time. It never failed. Dad not only taught us by example but by word that you gave a day's work for a day's pay when we were old enough to start working for the neighbors. He also will be remembered by me as the most honest person I knew. One time he bought a team of horses for which he paid top dollar. They had been purported to be sound and well trained. It didn't take dad long to find that one of then had broken wind and the other had leg problems - Oh they were a pretty team and well mmatched as far as appearance was concerned. I believe we had that team less than a month when dad sold then and told the buyer all of their faults. He sold them for half of the amount he paid for them. He used to always tell us that a man's word should be as good as his bond. He loved my mother and treated her like a queen. He had a pet name for her that I will always remember. Most men call their wives Honey or Hon but dad always called mother 'Honey-putt'. I never could figure out where he came up with that name but it didn't matter, we all knew that it was a term of endearment and so did mother.

Mother was not really very large , but was what you would call a full figure girl. She was very hard working and always doing something for someone. She loved to do dainty needle work and even tried to teach me at one time. She decided that little boy's hands were too grubby for such dainty work and soon abandoned the idea. She was a worrier. We used to say "mother don't worry," to which she would reply "just wait until you are older and have children of your own." I now know what she meant.

Mother had sent me to the coal shed to get a bucket of coal and as I was coming out of the shed with the coal Lional was just coming into the yard from having been in the field turning the water. This was late in the evening and was dark at the time. Of course Lional had to take advantage of a good opportunity so he yelled in a loud voice BOO! It was hard for me to go get coal after dark for some time after that.

It seems that from the time LaMar got into high school I have lived in his shadow. Let me explain. During elementary school LaMar did not participate in athletics. I really don't know why. After he got in high school he decided to go out for track. He was nothing short of sensational. In four years in high school he was never beaten in the mile run. He set high school records that stood for 35 years. I think he still holds a college record for cross country that was set in Missoula, Montana. He ran in Madison Square Garden with such runners as Gunder Haeg, and had met the great Glen Cunningham. We were all proud of him and he was the pride of the school. Well because he was such a miler the track coach thought I should be too. I could beat LaMar in a half-mile but from that distance on I would need binoculars to see him as he crossed the finish line.

We had a fruit cellar underneath the coal shed and it was pretty spooky to go down there because it was so dark. We would just feel our way around and seemed to know where everything was. We could always tell where the pickle crocks were by the smell. Although the fruit cellar would store canned fruits and vegetables we still needed storage for potatoes. At the bottom of the garden we dug (mostly by hand shovels, but with some help with a team and scraper) a potato cellar. It was rather small compared to the big one all of the neighbors helped build on the Peter's farm; but it would hold several sacks of potatoes and carrots and onions. We put large poles to form the gable roof then smaller poles length wise of the cellar and covered that with willows. Then all of the dirt dug from the cellar was put back on top. This made a very good storage cellar. The gravel that was dug from the cellar was of no use so was left in a pile. LaMar and I shoveled the gravel off the top to make a flat area on which we pitched a tent to sleep in the summer months. Dad had bought a tent (without a floor) eight feet by twelve feet so the hired farm workers hired to help with the topping of the sugar beets would have a place to sleep. This was LaMar and my bedroom during the summer. Having it pitched on the gravel pile kept it high and dry when the field was irrigated. It was fun to lay in the bed in that tent and watch the lightening through the canvas during an electric storm. I'm not sure that it was all that safe since it was near one of the large cottonwood trees. Had the lightening hit one of those trees we may not have awakened in the morning.

As a young boy it was always fun while coming home from the Groveland school, to race the shadow of the clouds as the wind would blow them. I always loved the spring when the men would be out in their fields plowing the ground and harrowing it. You could see and hear the fields full of white seagulls following behind the plow to find the worms that had been freshly turned up. I would hurry home and change my clothes and run to the field where dad would let me sit on the harrow and ride with him. It was neat to see how the harrow would fill in the tracks made by the hoofs of the heavy horses in the loose soil.

I lived through and can remember the years of the depression. At the time we didn't think we were poor. We had plenty to eat and fuel to keep the house warm. We did have to make do with patched overalls and shirts but no one minded that. The soles of our shoes would get holes in them and we would have to wait until time to start school in the fall to get a new pair. So we would cut heavy cardboard to fit inside our shoes so the hay stubble would not poke our feet too bad. I do recall that mom and dad had a sizeable amount of money (for that day and age) in the Stanrod bank. During the depression that bank went broke and the folks lost everything. They had to remortgage the farm which was finally paid off while I was over seas in the service.

One of the things I remember about the years of the depression was the stories and jokes about the WPA. This was a federal organization set up to provide employment for many unemployed men. It did a lot of good but it also employed many men that were not too ambitious and like some other federal projects more were sent where few could do the job. Dad had a bad patch of morning-glory in the middle of one field of alfalfa. It was probably ten rods square. A rod is 16 feet. The WPA was hired to come out to the farm and chemically treat it to kill the morning glory. They would drill small holes so far apart then pour the chemical in the hole. On this patch of ground they had sent close to 50 men to treat it. I can recall dad saying..."well if the chemicals don't kill it the men will tramp it to death."

In our school district, school was always dismissed for two weeks in the fall of the year so the farmers could use their children to harvest the crops, especially the potatoes. When we were very young LaMar and I would work together on one row and would be able to keep up with the men picking their own row. As we got older we then picked our own row. We were paid 4 cents a sack. This was a 100 pound sack filled and sewed. But on a good day you could pick 200 sacks so we made fairly good money for that day and age. During the harvest of the sugar beets or of the potatoes, it was practice to exchange work with the neighbors. Each farmer would help the other harvest their crops. One of our neighbors, Jack Beasley, who was a few years older than Lional loved to tease me. While picking potatoes one day he was always a few feet behind me and while I was bent over picking he would throw a small rock or clod and hit me in the rear end. I finally got tired of this and when he wouldn't stop I raised up and pointed to a sparrow that was sitting on a fence post about 60 feet away and told Jack that I would show him what I was going to do to him the next time he hit me. I then threw a small rock at the sparrow as hard as I could. The bird flew up off the post about 4 inches just as the rock got there and was hit dead center and killed. If it had remained on the post I would have missed. This brought a comment from Jack..."how did you know how high that sparrow was going to fly by the time the rock got there?" I merely said never mind just don't bug me anymore. He never did. I've thought about that many times and I know that I could still be throwing rocks at that bird from that day to this and probably could never hit it. As we grew the responsibilities and the type of chores we had on the farm would change. But the fun and association with the family and neighbors remained constant. The families that lived in the Groveland area were the salt of the earth. Most of then belonged to the LDS church but not all, nor did it make any difference. I had one friend, Glen Stone, that walked from school to Primary with me for years. When I reached 12 and was ordained a Deacon I asked him why he had not yet been ordained because I knew his birthday was a couple of months before mine. It was then I found out that he was not a member of our church.

I recall one fall Hans Christiansen had broken a leg just before the heavy harvest season and since all the farmers were busy with their own crops. Mr. Christiansen's beets were left in the ground. Just before Christmas that year we had an unusual thaw taking the frost out of the ground. At priesthood meeting one Sunday it was suggested that while the young men were out of school for the holidays we should all meet at Mr. Christiansen's field early the next morning and harvest his beets. As I recall, there were about four men with teams hooked to beet pullers, at least fifty men with beet topping knifes and several trucks to haul the beets. We did indeed harvest his entire beet field that day. Since the beets had previously had some frost damage, neither the yield nor the quality, was as good as it should have been but we all felt that a half of a loaf was better than none. I'm sure you can appreciate the surprise and gratitude of Mr. Christiansen. I don't think he felt as good about it as we did. In fact I don't know when I have ever felt better and I'm sure this was true of all who were there.

I don't remember too many family traditions in our family; but I do remember Thanksgiving days around our house. In the mornings all of the near by neighbor boys would get together and head for the canal with our ice skates and a stick with a curve on the bottom like an upside down cane. There we would divide up sides and play a pretty rough game of hockey. The skates we had were the type that had metal clamps that you would tighten with a skate key to the soles of your shoes. Just about the time you would get going full speed ahead and try to maneuver into position to hit the rock we used for a puck; one of your skates would come off. When you lose a skate you can take some pretty good falls. Boy was I glad when one year we got new shoe skates for Christmas. We would usually skate until between 12:00 and 1:00 o'clock then head for home. The turkey would be ready and we always had a great feast. After the table was cleared we would all sit around the table and play Rook until time to do the chores. After the chores were done we would go to town and go to a movie. I believe this was the one time a year that we went to a movie but it was as regular as clock work on Thanksgiving day.

The following article appeared in the Morning News on Wednesday, July 16, 1997 by Lois Bates.

Deon Ulrich loved her grandparents, Sam and Sarah Jane Chapman, early settlers of Groveland. "Everyone called grandmother Janie." she said. "I cannot remember a day going by that I did not see them. Her home was just around the corner. Everyday I had a piece of my grandmother's bread. If she had cookies, cake, or pie, I just wanted grandmother's bread."

Her grandparents both grew up in Groveland and through a friend dating a sister, they became acquainted and were married October 9, 1907 in the Salt Lake Temple. "She was the only girl grandpa ever dated." stated Ulrich. "Shortly after they were married, they moved into their home on West Porterville Road. Grandma made and sold butter. They had cows, pigs, chickens and lived off the land."

"Grandma always wore a dress with an apron. She was a true homemaker." Aprons in those days came from material of the flour or feed sacks. They protected the front of the dress and were worn during many hours of cooking and cleaning as well as service. Food was prepared in the apron and delivered to the people who were ill, for funerals, to the family when there was a death and even to weddings. Aprons meant a lot to the woman cooking in the kitchen. Following her grandmother's death, Ulrich found a couple of her aprons and took them apart and made for herself aprons like her grandmother wore. She remarked, "Whenever I wear one, I think of my grandmother."

Her grandmother always had a nice garden and raised produce to eat, share with others and to can for winter. "She always canned a lot. Whatever she put up, she would not stop until she had 100 jars of whatever she was canning." Ulrich said. Many years ago women canned fruit or preserved it by the cold pack method in the water bath in the old wash boiler. Women would cover the bottles with water completely and then when the water began to boil, cover it with an old quilt and leave it until the water was cold. Some women used an open kettle method where bottles were boiled and fruit was boiled., When the fruit was done, it went into the bottles and was sealed. Janie Chapman, in her later years did learn how to use a pressure cooker but it did blow up a couple of times. Ulrich remembers one time when it blew up. "There was corn everywhere." she said. "What a nightmare." In those days electric stoves were a luxury and Janie always cooked and canned on her coal fed range. It was hard to keep an even temperature and pressure cookers did blow up.

Speaking respectfully of her grandparents, she described them as humble and quiet, a little farm family that was non pretentious. "There was nothing flamboyant about them what-so-ever."

Ulrich is the daughter of Lionel and Opal Chapman and is married to Chuck Ulrich. They have been married for 22 years and have six children. Keri, serving a mission in Mississippi, Erin, Brady, Scott, Kaci, and Leisja. Ulrich has had a preschool for seven years. In her spare time she said "I love to play volleyball, tole painting and spending time with my family."

The recipes submitted are her grandmother's and an aunt's. They are recipes the pioneers used. DeEsta Chapman, the oldest daughter of Sam and Janie Chapman was the last to live in the Chapman Home. The family decided to leave the home as it dated to when Sam and Janie lived there. It was on a tour and open to the public for the Groveland Centennial Celebration, Saturday, July 26, 1997. The home has now been closed.

Eggless War Cake - Grandma Chapman

1 cup raisins
1 cup sugar
1 cup lard
1 ½ cups water

2 tsp. cinnamon
1/4 tsp. cloves
1/4 tsp. nutmeg
Mix together and boil 5 minutes and then cool.
Pinch of salt
1 tsp. soda
2 cups sifted flour
1 tsp. baking powder

Bake in shallow pan in moderate oven.

Add fruit and nuts if desired

Sour Dough Hot Cakes

Set sponge the evening before. In the morning remove ½ cup and save.
1 tsp. salt
1 Tbsp. Sugar
1 tsp. soda
1 or 2 eggs
3 Tbsp. Melted shortening
Blend well. Cook on a hot griddle turning once. For variations add ½ cup whole wheat flour, cornmeal, wheat germ, or bran flakes.

Sour Dough Starter - Grandma Chapman

3cups flour
2 cups warm water
1 package dry yeast

Combine ingredients and mix well [always in glass jar or crock]. Place in warm place or closed cupboard over night. In the morning remove ½ cup of starter and place in sterile jar with tight lid and store in fridge for next time. Use remaining batter in whichever recipe. To use starter again, place in a bowl and add 2 cups flour and 2 cups milk. Set in warm oven over night and remove ½ cup again the next morning. Repeat process.

Sourdough Muffins

Set sponge as usual saving ½ cup for starter.
½ cup whole wheat flour
½ cup sugar
1 tsp. salt
1 tsp. soda
1 cup raisins (optional)
½ cup melted shortening
1 or 2 eggs

Sift dry ingredients together. Make a well in the center. Mix eggs and shortening with the sponge, blend well. Pour into well and stir only enough to moisten flour. Fill muffin tins 3/4 full. Bake at 375 degrees for 30 to 35 minutes.

Fruitcake- Aunt Dortha's (Yancey )

2 quarts shortening
10 cups sugar
1/8 cup salt
12 tsp. soda
Mix in 6 cups applesauce
2 tsp. cloves, cinnamon, and allspice
4 heaping Tbsp. Cocoa
2 quarts raisins
2 packages fruit mix
3 quarts diced dates
3 quarts nuts
enough flour for a stiff mix
bake at 350 degrees until done
makes 23 cakes

Old Fashioned Ice Cream Taffy

3 cups sugar
1 cup boiling water
4 Tbsp. white corn syrup
2 Tbsp. butter
2 Tbsp. Vinegar

Mix ingredients together. Wipe down sides of kettle. Cover and bring slowly to a boiling point. Remove cover and cook to the crack stage. Cool on buttered platter until you can handle it. Add nuts or flavoring if desired and pull until you can no longer pull.

Sour Dough Bread

4 cups flour (or more)
2 Tbsp. Sugar
1 tsp salt
2 Tbsp. Shortening
1/4 tsp. soda
1 or 2 eggs

Sift dry ingredients into bowl, making a well in the center. Add shortening to sponge and mix well. Make soft dough for kneading, adding more flour if necessary. Knead on floured board for 10 minutes. Place in a greased bowl. Cover with a towel and let raise in a warm place (2 to 4 hours) or until doubled. Add some dry yeast to 1/4 cup warm water and add to sponge if you want the bread to raise faster. Dissolve 1/4 tsp. soda in a Tbsp. And add to dough. Knead throughly. Shape into loaves and let raise till doubled. Bake 375 degrees for 50 to 60 minutes.

Sourdough Chocolate Cake

½ cup starter
1 cup milk
1 ½ cup flour

Mix and let stand 2 to 3 hours in a warm place till bubbly and there is a clean sour dough oder.

½ cup cream
1 cup sugar
½ cup shortening
1 tsp. vanilla
1 tsp. cinnamon
½ tsp. salt
1 ½ tsp. soda

Add two eggs, one at a time and beat well. Combine creamed mix and 3 squares melted chocolate with sour dough mixture. Stir 300 strokes or mix at low speed until blended. Pour into 2 layer pans or one large pan that is greased and floured. Bake at 350 degrees for 25 minutes or until done. Cool and frost with icing of your choice.

Applesauce Oatmeal Cookies

2 cubes softened margarine
2 cups sugar
2 eggs
2 tsp. soda
2 cups applesauce
3 ½ cups flour
2 tsp. cinnamon
2 tsp. nutmeg
1 tsp. salt
2 cups oatmeal
1 cup nuts
Raisins as desired

Cream sugar and margarine. Add eggs. Mix soda into applesauce and add mixture. Add sifted dry ingredients together. Add oatmeal, nuts, and raisins. Bake 9 minutes at 425 degrees.

Chapman House in Groveland, Idaho

Canning Equipment - Chapman House

Living Room - Chapman House

Cobbler Equipment- Chapman House

Cook  Stove - Chapman House

Ice Box - Chapman House

Cream Separator - Chapman House

Samuel & Sarah Jane Chapman

Sarah Jane Chapman

Samuel Chapman

Sarah Jane Chapman

Samuel Chapman

Samuel Chapman

Sarah Jane & Samuel Chapman

Sarah Jane & Samuel Chapman

Chapman Twins