We didn't have much of the worldly things, but we were happy. We had our family home evenings, although we didn’t plan them. It just came natural playing our banjo, violin and mouth organs. Also, singing and games together. We popped popcorn and pulled taffy candy. We made our own fun and entertainment. Through this we had much love and closeness. We later built a three room house in the fall of 1928 and spring of 1929. We had a large living room and two bedrooms, one on each end. We then moved the cabin we had been living in down back of the log house for our kitchen. Bill Simister stayed with us for a long time and helped to build the house.
I was on this old ranch where Dick and Will found the John Coulter stone. He and Will was plowing one spring east of the house by a little water spring. Will plowed out a big rock. Dick, who was twelve years old, went over and picked up the rock, took it to the little spring and washed it off. He was surprised to see on one side it had John Coulter and the other side the year 1808 and it was a perfect shape of a man’s head. The stone lay around for a long time when finally a friend, Obrey Lions, wanted to take it. Well he put it in the museum in Jenny’s Lake with a cap and ball pistol. Will was a great explorer, had a outstanding personality, everyone loved him. We had so many friends come to see us. When Will was game warden in Wyoming, some doctors came from California, of course they ate supper with us, of course I am wondered what I could fix for supper, so I proceeded to fry elk steak, mashed potatoes and gravy, and homemade cottage cheese and baking powder biscuits. Our desert was huckleberries and cream. How the doctors raved about the delicious meal. During the meal, Will told them of how he could call the deer down, so after supper he took them out in the moon light and called the pet deer, Julie, by name and she came bouncing down off the hill with her bell ringing. The doctors were really surprised and the kids really had a good laugh. We had many experiences like this with our many friends.
Also, Will was in the movies with his brothers; Elmer, Joe and Dick Beard. This is where Will made a lot of good friends who wrote to us for years. At this time Will purchased a small sawmill and moved it to our old ranch on the Wyoming line. Dick, our son, and his wife, Vera, helped us in the sawmill.
I was on this old ranch where Dick and Will found the John Coulter stone. He and Will was plowing one spring east of the house by a little water spring. Will plowed out a big rock. Dick, who was twelve years old, went over and picked up the rock, took it to the little spring and washed it off. He was surprised to see on one side it had John Coulter and the other side the year 1808 and it was a perfect shape of a man’s head. The stone lay around for a long time when finally a friend, Obrey Lions, wanted to take it. Well he put it in the museum in Jenny’s Lake with a cap and ball pistol. Will was a great explorer, had a outstanding personality, everyone loved him. We had so many friends come to see us. When Will was game warden in Wyoming, some doctors came from California, of course they ate supper with us, of course I am wondered what I could fix for supper, so I proceeded to fry elk steak, mashed potatoes and gravy, and homemade cottage cheese and baking powder biscuits. Our desert was huckleberries and cream. How the doctors raved about the delicious meal. During the meal, Will told them of how he could call the deer down, so after supper he took them out in the moon light and called the pet deer, Julie, by name and she came bouncing down off the hill with her bell ringing. The doctors were really surprised and the kids really had a good laugh. We had many experiences like this with our many friends.
Also, Will was in the movies with his brothers; Elmer, Joe and Dick Beard. This is where Will made a lot of good friends who wrote to us for years. At this time Will purchased a small sawmill and moved it to our old ranch on the Wyoming line. Dick, our son, and his wife, Vera, helped us in the sawmill.
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