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Memories of John Thomas and Annie Andersen Moore

A collection of memories written by family members



LaVerne Moore Johnson - Granddaughter

John Thomas and Annie Andersen Moore, my Grandparents, came to the Willow Creek country in Idaho from Spanish Fork, Utah in 1897. Times had been hard for them in Utah and after receiving good reports about southeast Idaho, they decided to go join Grandpa's Brother, Willard, who had already settled in the Willow Creek area where the soil was rich and the climate not too severe. The ground they were able to obtain was at the base of the foothills near the spot where Willow Creek emerges from the canyon.

They were happy in this new home and it was here they raised ten of their twelve children to maturity. The other two children had died in infancy in Utah.

Grandpa was a jovial, good - natured man. He enjoyed his family and Grandchildren. I remember him playing with my cousins and me when we were small. He could make some of the ugliest faces you ever saw and he delighted in making them just to hear us scream. Of course, he was always sure to quiet us after so much excitement and reassure us that he was really a loving Grandpa and not the hideous ogre.

I am sure Grandpa had magic pockets. They always had a supply of peppermints or lemon drops. It was a delight to hold his hand and skip along beside him. His magic hand would slip into his pocket, and with a gentle nudge to get my attention, there in the palm of his hand would be a piece of candy, usually a lemon drop or a peppermint lozenge. Sometimes, one of my cousins would drop a hint, "Grandpa's got peppermints. If you're good maybe he'll give you one." I knew what to do after that.

Grandfather was a good farmer and rancher. Everything was well cared for and there was no unnecessary litter about the place. He was also quite skilled in carpentry. He did most of the work on John's and Wesley's homes and helped George with his house. He also built his own new house. It was from scrap lumber from this house that he made a doll cradle for my Christmas present. I treasured it for years and just a few years ago I gave it to my Granddaughter.

Grandma, Annie Andersen Moore, was a quiet, good-natured person. She often sang softly as she went about her housework. As a child she had worked hard to help her Mother. She told me that when she was only ten years old, she did large family washings, scrubbing the clothes on the washboard and wringing them by hand.

The hard work of childhood taught her to be an excellent homemaker. She was a good cook and while Grandpa had a magic pocket, Grandma had a magic bottom drawer in her kitchen cabinet. It held cakes, cookies, jams and jellies for winter use. The commandment to have a year's supply of food on hand was a way of life for her.

Summertime was a exciting time for me at Grandma's. It was then that her daughters and daughter-in-laws came to help pick the raspberries, black currants, gooseberries, and other small fruits that she raised. There was always someone to play with then. As I grew older, I took my place in the berry patch and picked fruit along with the others. It was hard work, but, oh, how good the fruit tasted on cold winter days!

Grandmother made beautiful lace both crocheted and knitted. Her knitted lace for pillow cases and dresser scarves was very fine and delicate. She also made many quilts of all kinds. Her star quilts were especially colorful and cheery.

Grandma and Grandpa were generous hearted and gave freely to any worthy cause. They served faithfully in their church. He served on the ward amusement committee for many years and directed many theatrical productions. Sometimes the entire cast of a play was made up of members of the Willard and John T. Moore families. These productions were well received and enjoyed throughout the valley.

Grandma was in the Relief Society Presidency for a long time. I can remember her going to Relief Society in the little, black-top buggy driving old "Jim," her favorite horse. With her empathy for others and her charitable nature she served the Lord well in this position.

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By Madge M. Unsworth

I really don't remember very much about my Grandfather & Grandmother Moore as I was quite young when they died.

Grandpa was a plump man with gray hair and a mustache. Seems he always wore a light shirt and dark dress or whipcord pants held up with suspenders because of his round tummy. He was a good natured person and I have been told he and his Brother Willard used to act in lots of plays put on at the Church House. He told jokes and had a good disposition. For some reason in my mind, he never did much of the farm work. I suppose he knew what he was doing in raising a large family of boys who were always working together with the farming or cattle, branding, dehorning and whatever else was required.

Grandma was a short little lady who wore her long graying hair in a neat bun on the top of her head. She had green eyes and a double chin, which she passed on to several of her posterity. She always wore long dresses and had very small feet and hands. Her hands were always busy with handy work or cooking. I remember especially her pies and molasses cookies. She made lots of quilts. All of her daughters and daughters-in-law busy quilting and us kids under the quilt playing.

The first thing that comes to my mind when I think of my Grandparents is the large orchard, all kinds of apples, plums and sour pie cherries. Every fall we would spend a few days at their home picking apples, potatoes, squash, etc., putting them in an iron tired wagon and hauling them to the basement. There was a large outside door with a ramp leading to the basement where the wagon was backed down and the crops placed in various bins for winter storage for all of us. I can still close my eyes and smell the good aroma of the cellar.

There were lots of hollyhocks around and a big patch of spearmint by the yellow rose bushes. A big garden with a fence around it was by the pump house. We were not allowed in the garden for some reason unknown to me then. By the pump house was a large wooden water trough where the farm animals drank. Mainly, the work horses, all wet with sweat from their work in the fields and the busy noisy chickens.

The best part of all was the blacksmith shop, with the forge, anvil and all the tools for shoeing the horses, making parts for the machinery or whatever, and hanging neatly on the wall. It was a real treat to sit on a box in the corner and watch the red hot irons and see Dad pound and sharpen into whatever he needed.

There was also, the large berry patch across the road and canal to the north. In order to get there you had to cross a little, but long, footbridge. While some skipped across, I nearly died from fright-step by step-hanging on for dear life to get from one side to the other.

Grandpa and Grandma were always good to us. One time they went to Idaho Falls in their white Model T. Ford and brought a sack of oranges home to us kids. Instead of stopping, Grandpa threw them out of the window, lost control of the car and ran off the road into the barrow pit. He was able to control it and get back on the road after about a quarter of a mile.

Lots of things come to mind when you reminisce. It's good we can share or tuck them in the corner of our minds. I'm glad and proud to be a Granddaughter of these good people.

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Florence Moore Nelson - Daughter-in-law

Grandma Moore was a fantastic cook yet she never used a recipe book. She taught me how to make pie crust by using her hand to measure the flour and the lard (she always used lard). She dished down into the flour and said, "Use two of these for the flour and one for the lard."

She was one of the gentlest, kindest women I ever knew. She was very even tempered and was never one to get angry in a flash. I never heard her use a bad word or swear word. It was the same everyday.

She told me the first five years that they lived on the farm were sad years. They barely made enough to make the payment on their place, but it was paid whether there was anything left or not. Grandpa Moore went to Iona and bought flour, salt, sugar, tea and some dried fruit. He did this in the fall and that was the extent of their grocery buying 'til the next fall. They raised and butchered a pork or beef and used every bit of it- never wasting anything. They cured the meat to keep it from spoiling in the hot weather. She learned to make their own candles and with some kerosene for the lamps, they used candles for the lights.

Their social enjoyment was visiting their neighbors who lived some distance away, and some programs at the Church.

Grandma Moore always wore long sleeve dresses (which she made). I never remember seeing her in short sleeves. Her hair was always bobbed up on top of her head.

My earliest recollections of Grandpa Moore were similar in dress, long sleeve shirts. He was plagued with heart trouble; with the least bit of exertion he had much pain.

The whole summertime was spent haying for neighbors (as well as their own) during the early years on the farm. The whole family of boys learned to work. They always used horses as was the case in all early years of farming. No one owned a tractor then.

Their car was a small one seated Ford Roadster and when the motor was running, it sounded like an airplane. Grandpa would get in it and race the motor for several minutes before the take off. Of course, it had to be cranked manually. They never had any of the appliances we enjoy today- no washer, drier, electric range, T.V., refrigerator, toasters. The first electricity was installed at their house about 1930 or 31.

We always dried corn and apples through the summertime, and also canned a good portion of the meat to preserve it better for future use. Even the sausage and beef was bottled.

Grandma Moore was a counselor in the Primary and she always walked to the Church for meetings, often carrying a baby with children hanging on to her skirts.

She made beautiful quilts, also knitted the most beautiful lace.

Grandpa Moore was talented with Monologues and took parts in the plays and loved to play the villain. He also directed the plays presented in the Shelton Ward. The members of the Ward created their own entertainment.

At the time they moved to Idaho from Utah, they lived in one room of a two room log house. It was located in the east end of the property and owned by Jim Angus. They had six children and the Moore's eight. They purchased the farm from Claude Carlyle.

Ralph and I lived in the small house close to the home place and Ralph ran the place until he purchased it from Grandpa Moore, as he was not able to work it anymore. I was very well acquainted with them and they were very good to us as we raised our children Howard and Dorothy there.

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By Edris Moore (daughter-in-law)

I became a member of the Moore Family in 1933 when I married Willard (Bill). John T. Moore was 75 and Anne was 72. To young people they seemed old. They were wonderful in-laws to me and I learned so much just being part of their family.

Life hadn't been easy with ten living children and through their abilities to create with their hands a livelihood, they accumulated farms and worked together as a family; putting up hay, threshing, harvesting potatoes and growing large gardens and orchards.

John T., my Father-in-law had heart trouble and was not able to do hard work , but he had been a hard worker and a man with a purpose in coming to Idaho, and that was finding something for his sons to make a living at. Four sons filled Missions for the Church- Tom, Wesley, Bill and Reed.

John T. was a jovial man, he liked to act in plays and dramas presented in Shelton Ward. He directed the plays also. He loved to play the villain.

My Mother-in-law, Anne was a wonderful lady, I loved her for her kindness and the respect she had for me. She was a good cook and home-maker.

I admire her talents of knitting beautiful lace and designing beautiful quilts, and many times washed her own wool and carded the wool into batts for the quilts. I have a star quilt she made and gave to me some 40 years ago.

She often told me she knitted socks for her children, what a mother. I learned to make soap and I still use home made soap to do my washing.

As she was growing up she worked in a dairy and learned to make cheese. At times she had made cheese for my family when we had more milk than we could use.

She was a very patient Mother, with eight boys around, you needed nerves of steel. I never saw her angry or use swear words and her children were taught the same.

She worked in the Primary as Counselor and walked from her home carrying a baby and one hanging on to her skirts. She worked in Relief Society and enjoyed the associations with the Sisters of the Ward.

I will always have a soft spot in my heart for both of them. Truly they lived their religion and taught their sons and daughters to live close to the Lord and abide by their principles.

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My Father, John Thomas Moore was born March 3rd, 1858, at Spanish Fork, Utah. When only eight years old he was left an orphan and went to live with his Uncle John Moore and spent his early life in Spanish Fork. He never had much schooling, but was good at figures and building things. He married Annie Andersen on January 8, 1880. When they were married Uncle John gave them a horse and a wagon. He already had one horse that he received for work he had done. That was all they had to start a home with.

They lived at Thistle and Clinton, Utah, and Father worked for the railroad in Utah, the D. and R.G. from Salt Lake to Denver.

In the early 80's Father and some others formed a dramatic company and presented many shows for entertainment.

In 1897 they moved to Idaho with a family of eight children, having lost two when very small. Father and four boys came with all their belongings in a wagon with three horses and a cow. Mother came on the train with the four youngest children. They arrived October 30, 1897, and lived in one room of Charlie Martins home.

The winter was very hard on them as they had very little to eat, mostly rabbits and molasses. They later bought the Jim Angus farm where Ralph now lives. Father worked very hard helping to build canals and farming. He was Water master on the Enterprise Canal for many years.

In the ward he was the leader in dramatics and put on many shows. His specialty was taking the part of the villain. He also could give comic readings. He couldn't sing, but when it called for a song he did it in his own comic way.

He was generous hearted and a free giver to any worthy cause. He passed away after a lingering illness June 16, 1935.

Now, about my Mother: Mother was born November 30, 1861, in Gislum, Jutland, Denmark. When she was only six months old she came to America with her Mother and brother; her Mother being a convert to the L.D.S. Church. They arrived in New York, May 29, 1862, and came to Spanish Fork in September of the same year. Mother spent her early life in school and working at a dairy, or any other work she could get to help her Mother earn a living. She learned how to do many things, such as making soap, carding wool and spinning it into yarn, quilting, making cheese and dipping candles. She did her own sewing and was very good at it and she never used a pattern.

As was stated she was married January 8, 1880. She spent lots of her time alone and when in Thistle was very frightened of the Indians. After they came to Idaho, she got quite home sick for Spanish Fork and I guess that is why she used to sing "I'll Take You Home Again Kathleen." Mother was very good natured and quiet. She worked in the Church and enjoyed Relief Society and Primary. She had a family of twelve children; nine boys and three girls.

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As viewed by their son J. Reed Moore

July 1979

The Moore's - where did they come from? Why Derbyshire, England, that's where! Some community called Borrowash was where they lived. John T. Moore's parents were Joseph Moore and Emma Cook. His Grandparents were Thomas Moore and Ann West Moore.

Annie Andersen Moore's parents were Mogens Andersen and Ane Catherine Jorgensen. Her Grandparents were Anders Jensen and Ane Mogensen. Her maternal Grandparents were Jorgen Hansen Jorgensen and Charlotte Amalie Pedersen.

The Moore's (John and Joseph-John T.'s Uncle and Father) joined the Mormon Church in England. John came to Utah with the West's. In 1855, his Brother Joseph and wife arrived in Salt Lake City. The Moore's moved south to the Provo area about 1856. John and Joseph were reared by their maternal Grandparents, the West's.

John T. Moore was born in Spanish Fork, Utah, March 3, 1858. Annie Andersen was born in Gislum, Aalborg, Denmark Nov. 30, 1861. In April, 1862, she came to America with her Mother and a Brother, George Andersen. Her Mother having joined the Church (LDS) felt the urge to come to America, leaving her husband and a son in Denmark. They landed in New York, May 29, 1862, and in September of that year came to Spanish Fork, Utah by handcart. She met and married a George Babcock in 1862 and they were later sealed in the Endowment House October 20, 1865.

John T. Moore's parents moved to Goshen, Utah. They both died there when John was real young. He was raised by his Uncle John Moore of Spanish Fork. John T's parents had 5 children.

John T. Moore was an energetic young man, very ambitious and desirous of getting ahead. How he met and married Annie Andersen is very vague. But they met, courted, and were married in the old Endowment House in Salt Lake City, January 8, 1880. They moved to Clinton, Utah after marriage, and farmed there until they moved to Idaho in 1897. Most of the family were born there or in Spanish Fork (as seen by the following Chart of their family).


(Name, DOB, Where Born, Died, & Married)

Joseph Thomas Moore- 17 May 1882-Spanish Fork-17 Oct 1943-Unmarried

George Moore-25 Mar 1884-Spanish fork-27 Sept 1946-Nora Ryset

John Moore-17 Mar 1886-Spanish Fork-14 Jan1935-Violet Ryset

Ernest Moore-4 July 1887-Clinton-3 Dec 1966-Viola Cole

Baby Moore (female)-28 Feb 1889- Clinton-28 Feb 1889

Willard Moore-14 Jan 1890- Spanish Fork-26 Aug 1967-Edris Lee

Wesley Moore-30 Sept 1891-Spanish Fork-27 Oct 1951-Alice L. Brown

Leon Moore-14 May 1893-Spanish Fork-24 Aug 1893

Annie Moore 23 July 1894-Spanish Fork-8 Sept 1968-Jesse Clay Ritter

Ralph Moore-1 Aug 1896-Spanish Fork-10 Mar 1974-Florence Johnson

Florence Moore-14 May 1899-Shelton-31 July 1973-Melvin R. Jordan

James Reed Moore-16 Sept 1907Shelton- -Florence Manwaring

John T. Moore helped build the first railroad in Utah (the D & RG). He made a trip to Idaho to visit with his Brother Willard in Prospect (later Shelton). While in Idaho, he made arrangements to purchase a farm and rent another (the Martin farm). He went back to Utah, got the family and all their belongings and headed for Idaho, arriving October 30, 1897. They first lived on the Martin farm in a log 2-room house and farmed the two farms. They later moved to the Moore farm which they purchased first, and later purchased the Martin farm. Florence and J. Reed were born in Shelton, Reed in the northeast corner of a bedroom in the northeast corner of the house.

Times were rather difficult for the Moore's. They had a large family, but a good living was provided for them by thrift, frugality and cooperation. The boys stayed with their Father and farmed with him for many years, thus providing all the help that the farm needed to make it pay. The family always had a good garden, Annie A. was a good cook. There was each fall a grist of wheat for flour, a pig or two, a beef to give sustenance to the family for the winter months. The Father of the family was always prompt to pay his bills being honest with his fellowmen and with the Lord.

When they first arrived in Idaho, canals for irrigation had to be dug and constructed to the various farms throughout the valley. The Eagle Rock, the Farmer's Friend, and the Enterprise canals were brought into existence by the good staunch pioneers of that day. The Martin farm was irrigated by water from the Farmer's Friend. The upper farm received its irrigation water from the Hillside Ditch. The Enterprise Canal furnished water for both farms. It was a project every year or so to cut weeds and willows from the banks of the canals, done cooperatively by the good men of the area. Many of the farmers put their irrigation streams together so as to get a good sized stream to irrigate the land. John T. and his Brother Willard did this for years.

John T. was Water master for the Enterprise Canal for many, many years. Of course, he received a salary for his supervision. He would travel with old "Prince" (an old faithful horse). Later, when autos were the go, he would drive an old Model T. over the route.

Most of the family received their education in Utah and also Idaho. School House Dist. #14 was the scene of the early days. Most of the family completed to the 8th grade. Annie, Florence and Reed attended High School in Idaho Falls and Ricks Academy in Rexburg. Reed graduated from Idaho Falls High School in 1923, went to Ricks College, and U.S.U., graduating in 1936. John T.'s education was very meager, going to the fifth Reader. He was good in Math. There were none who could out-do him in measuring water in the irrigation ditches. Annie A. had very little schooling. She was self-educated, learning to read and write quite proficiently.

Some observations and memories by J. Reed

John T. was a rustler and a goer of the highest caliber, his honesty was tops. He was very staunch and very dependable. "His word was as good as his bond." "He gave always an honest day's work for an honest day's pay." Annie A. was quiet, good natured, unassuming. She was a devoted wife and mother, a good housekeeper and cook. Nobody could bake more delicious pies and cakes, especially with raisins.

Positions in the Church and Community

John T. liked to act in dramas. He served as Drama Director in the Shelton Ward for years. He acted in many dramas in both Utah and Idaho. He was a High Priest in the LDS Church and very devoted to the Church in all activities. He was very generous with time and means for the Church. He helped build and remodel the rock Church house in Shelton. He and his wife sent four sons on missions: Tom, Wes, Bill, and J. Reed. Both parents were quite strict with discipline.

Note here on Community Cooperation

The corner of Shelton where the Moore's lived had some outstanding characteristics. They were a neighborly sort. Always cooperating and working together at haying time, threshing time, fencing time and cattle round-up time. There were no serious arguments or quarrels-all got along just fine. The good meals at threshing time at the various homes where threshing was done-my! But they were delicious and delightful. It took a lot of men to organize a threshing crew.

(I am going to refer to John T. and Annie A. as Dad and Mother for the rest of this paper.)

Dad's honesty was unapproachable. He told a story of purchasing oats from a man who had put dirt in the sacks to make them weigh more. Dad told the man off in no uncertain terms and had a good settlement with him.

It was my privilege to go with Dad to inspect the ditches on the Enterprise Canal system. First, we went in an old buggy (shafts) drawn by old "Prince." Later, Dad and the boys bought a Model T. Ford, and we used that for many of the trips. He would walk up the canal visiting the farmers and their ditches and let me drive old Prince or the Ford around the road to meet him at a certain spot. This was a great moment for me.

When I was about 10-12 years of age, we had a small flock of sheep that we pastured over on the "Hill." At night we would have to lock them in a corral to keep the coyotes away. I thought up the idea of setting traps along the fence where the coyotes seemed to get thru. The traps were set. No coyotes were caught, but plenty of skunks. On one occasion a skunk got in a trap and I was up there with a stick trying to get a good whack at him, when along came Dad and took over my job. I went and climbed on a fence post to watch. Dad raised the stick to swat the skunk, when the skunk turned quickly and let Dad have it right on the bare cheek. I laughed and laughed. Dad said, "Shut up or I'll knock you off that post." I laughed all the more. Dad really got quite mad at my laughter. It was so funny.

I was no angel boy when young. Dad caught me in a lie. We had several lambs around the farm. As I tried to mimic others, I thought "Why not shear a lamb." I did. I got out the old shears and went to work. The lamb looked more like a skinned lamb than one sheared. When Dad saw the lamb, he asked "Who did that?" I said, "Ralph." That night after the chores were done and some of us were in bed, Dad asked Ralph what he knew about the lamb. Ralph was dumb about the situation. Then Dad came into the bedroom where I was. He stated that Ralph didn't do the shearing and that I (J. Reed) must have. I confessed. Dad took me out of bed, spread my underwear seat to get at the raw behind-and did I get a good trouncing. Dad said, "Not for the shearing, but for a big lie." I was taught a lesson that has lasted a long, long time.

Dad was a carpenter. He and the boys built a new house just north and east of the log house where we had lived for so many years. This was about 1917 or earlier. The family had lived in the log house from 1897 to 1917.

The railroad came through the farm about 1917 and Ririe was founded about that same time. Dad used to take grist of grain to have it made into flour for winter use. Ririe became our main market center.

I remember the Ward outings that we used to hold at Heise Hot Springs. The family would go up and stay overnight. I was there when Frank Brown ran his car off the ferry into the Snake River. It was quite exciting for a few moments to see if Frank would get out of the water OK. He came out and swam to shore. There were some divers there. They took ropes, dove down and tied the ropes to the car and a group of us took hold of the ropes and pulled the car out of the river.

We went on a Fathers and Sons Outing to Island Park one summer about 1920. They gave prizes for the Dad who had the most sons there. Dad won with five sons.

Dad planted a large orchard east of the house and grew many apples. He furnished the neighbors and the family with their winter apples and canning apples. Mother used to can apple butter using Dutch apples. Very good!

Dad had quite a time learning to drive a car when we first got one. The Model T Ford had no shift gear. Everything was manipulated by the feet-pedals; one for going forward, one for backing, one for stopping. Dad was always pushing the forward pedal too far and making the car move forward. One day he decided he was going to put the Ford in the garage. He started alright, but as he approached the garage he got excited and pushed the forward pedal to the floor. Well, you can imagine what happened! He made another opening in the back of the garage. Yes, he drove right on through before he got stopped. He swore that was the last time he would ever drive. But he did go on and became good at driving. In their later years, Mother and Dad drove an old Model T Ford coupe (a one seater). I often took this car to Rexburg to do some courting.

Mother was a gentle, quiet, unassuming woman, and a very good cook. She mothered a large family-10 to maturity-8 boys and 2 girls. Mother was 46 years old when I came along. She was in the Presidency of the Primary and Relief Society for many years. She was very devoted to the Church.

One evening when I was about 13 or 14 I found some Bull Durham tobacco and hit for the top of the orchard among the gooseberry bushes. I thought I was safe from all eyes. So I proceeded to roll a cigarette and light up. As soon as that happened a voice came to me loud and clear; "Reed, what are you doing?" Mother had spoken and I knew it. I said "Nothing." She knew what I was attempting. She spoke to me softly and kindly, telling me what she expected of me toward the Word of Wisdom. I gave her a promise that it wouldn't happen again. I learned a real lesson that has always been a guide to me.

Mother, with a large family, always had big clothes washings, sometimes on just the old scrubbing board, sometimes a washer with a wheel that had to turn the dolly, sometimes the push-pull type. Then when we moved into the new house she purchased a Maytag with a gas motor. This served well for years, until she got one with an electric motor. Water for the washings came from the irrigation ditch. In the spring of the year when the water was roily and muddy, we filled three or four galvanized tubs, and this was allowed to settle overnight. The white clothes were put in a boiler over a hot stove, and were boiled for many minutes in the boiler. A stick was used to turn them in the boiler a few times before they were taken out. They were rinsed and then wrung out, then dashed in bluing water. The clothes were put through a rubber wringer that took most of the water out. This was a weekly affair, as was the huge amount of ironing that followed. Ironing was done by a number of heavy flatirons placed on the kitchen stove to be heated, a far different process from the electric iron of 1979.

There was about a half acre of land across the two canals, north of the house. Mother and Dad and the family had this area for the family garden. It was a three cornered piece and had to be reached by a foot bridge across the two canals. All kinds of vegetables were raised. And there were black currants, about six rows of them, and raspberries. Mother picked the black currants, gave them to her family, who also came and picked. She sold many quarts to the neighbors and friends. Many neighbors came for starts of the plants-Mrs. C. M. Carlile for one.

Each fall at threshing time Mother would get the bed ticks ready for new straw. She preferred oat straw as it seemed softer and better to sleep on than wheat straw. It made good beds for the family. Of course, the family helped in this project.

There was an old organ in the home-one that had to be pumped by foot. All took turns at trying to play it. Some members of the family were good singers; John and Reed did their share.

Mother and Dad made arrangements for me to go to High School in Idaho Falls in 1923. I stayed at the home of Robert Jordan, Florence's Father-in-law. I slept with Fay and helped any way I could for my board and room. The family lived on 12th Street.

Mother was a great cheese maker, having learned as a girl while working in a dairy how to do the task. She had a place in a porch that Dad had built. The porch was used mainly for storage of coal and other items. A cellar was nearby, so a passage way led from this porch to the cellar where Mother stored her bottled fruit. A board was nailed to the log house, and from this protruded another board, which was used as a lever to squeeze the whey from the cheese. The milk was gathered night and morning into a vat. Rennet was placed in the milk to cause it to curd. After it had formed a curd, the curd was sliced by a wooden knife, cut into small squares and then carefully separated by hand. The whey was drained from the curd, the curd salted, and then placed in the press, where it stayed for two or three days to drain as much whey as possible from it. The cheese had a cloth around it. After pressing it was placed in the cool cellar to "age." The ends had to have butter placed on them to keep from drying out and molding. When properly aged, the cheeses were brought out and fed to the family. How good the cheese was! Now don't try to make cheese from this description, because there are many more details that aren't mentioned.

After the new house was built Dad had a well dug near it. The depth was about 120 feet and excellent water. A gas engine was placed on it to pump the water to the house. A huge storage tank was placed in the basement. This was filled every time it got low. The water came to the house under pressure, and we all took good Saturday night baths because of it, and not as we used to in a round galvanized tub.

Mother and Dad spent many years doing Genealogy work and Temple work. Dad hired a Mr. Kirby to do research for him. Mr. Kirby's work proved to be of little effect as he got greedy for the dollar which the work brought. There were many excursions to the Logan Temple. Dad quit smoking, had a very hard time. He got hardening of the arteries, which caused much pain when he over-exerted.

Mother was very apt in knitting. She knitted sox, sweaters, and fine lace. She knitted sox and sweaters for the family. I remember wearing some sox that were knitted for me when I was in grade school. They were warm and long on the legs. During World War I, she knitted sox and sweaters for the soldiers. Florence and I have in our possession some fine lace from pillow cases that Mother gave to us. We prize this highly.

Wool carding time was a great event for Mother. Many are the quilts that had her carded wool bats in them. As a youngster and with others, especially my Sister Florence, we would go along the barb wire fences and gather wool where the sheep had crawled under and left strands of wool on the barbs. We gathered many sacks full for Mother. She would card this and save it for a quilt. I don't know where the old cards are now, but they surely served a great purpose for Mother.

One evening about 1920 we gathered as a family at Melvin and Florence Jordan's to hear the new radio they had just purchased. What a disappointment! The sound came as if it were from China. We couldn't understand a thing, much different than 1979.

The telephone that hung on the wall had a crank on it to get the operator. We would first have to crank, then a voice would say "number, please." We would give the number and wait for someone to say "Hello," then a conversation ensued. This was part of Mother and Dad's life.

In 1927 Reed went to Rick's College in Rexburg. In 1929 he got a job teaching in Hibbard, Idaho, where he taught for two years, he got married to Florence Manwaring in 1930, and went on a Mission to Minnesota for 27 months. Dad supported him.

After coming back from the Mission, Reed and Florence took Dad and Mother with them on a trip through Yellowstone Park (their first and only trip up there). They really enjoyed this. Dad got such a big thrill out of the geysers.

Reed then moved to Logan to go to college at U.S.U. Dad passed away after a lingering illness, June 16, 1935.

Mother came to Logan for a visit. She came down when Reed graduated from U.S.U. in June 1936. She continued to live in the old home near Ralph and Florence. She died May 27, 1939, just four years after Dad's passing. They had been married for about 59 years. The family helped them celebrate their 50th Wedding Anniversary in 1930.

As Nephi said, "Having been born of goodly parents....," so can the Moore family repeat, "Having been born of goodly parents."