HH: Well, he was very definite.
Anyway, we made big what we called semi-reservoirs, just dammed the water off.
Dad was a great swimmer.
He had swum down the great Glen Canyon when he worked at the area down where they were panning for gold, down by the beach, glacier gold, and he was a great swimmer.
So we’d all go out and swim, the girls and all of us.
We didn’t have much clothes, just a little something around us.
On Sunday, quickly, though, this big reservoir–it wasn’t too big.
It was maybe a thousand feet one way and five hundred the other, and six, seven, eight feet deep.
Anyway, on Sundays it was the girls turn, women’s, the ladies turn, to go over in Salt Gulch to swim.
On Saturday or next Sunday it was our boys, the boys’ swim.
We always took very good responsibility.
They just didn’t come on.
But one time there was Hyrum and Park and Stewart and Glen and Sterling and myself, we were over swimming.
We always put our clothes up under a tree so that they’d be dry.
All at once we heard the girls.
There was my sister, Erna, and Bessie and Eileen and all these girls say, we’ve got your clothes.
We’ve got your clothes.
We didn’t know what to do.
So Hyrum was the oldest, and he said, I’ll get them.
He jumped up and he pulled a big piece of rabbit brush.
He said, I’ll put this across my privates like Adam did and I’ll chase them.
He chased them they dropped the clothes.
He came back and he said, I really scared them.
Anyway, we said, What’ll we do now? Your mother might be real angry.
He said, No, I think I’ll be all right.
So finally we decided to get dressed and go up–that was over to King’s cabin.
We went up there and Mrs.
Coleman said, Hyrum, why did you do that? He said, what? Run out after those girls naked? He said, they stole our clothes.
He said, besides that, I took a big piece of rabbit bush and put it across my privates like Adam did when he chased the people in the orchard.
She said, That’s right, so girls you were wrong.
From now on, you just keep your promise.
Your day is one day and the boys’ day is the next.
That was always the summer. JH: That’s great. HH: But that was just one of those special–that was our Sunday.
Sunday afternoon was our play.
We wouldn’t go to Boulder.
It was eight miles to go to church, so the women would meet and they would visit and always had a quilt on the quilting frame.
So they would quilt and talk and laugh and we boys and girls played.
And swimming was our every other day in the great reservoir, we called it. JH: What did they do in the winter time when it was cold? HH: In the winter we would move over to Boulder.
Colemans and Kings and us would move to Boulder when it was real cold, so we were always over there.
And again, they each had their own little group.
King would move in and her family, John King, and Mrs.
Coleman would move in with her.
I think they had a little house over there too, a little frame house.
So we’d move over there in the winter.
But Sunday afternoon was our time for play.
The rest time we were working.
Mother and Dad always said, there’s plenty to do.
Each of us has our responsibility.
If we can’t be responsible and helpful, then he said, I’ll have to give you the toe of my boot.
So it was just one of those beautiful places to live.
It was so quiet and so cool out there at Salt Gulch, and so pleasant. And I always asked so many questions.
I remember one time we had a lot of old bed bugs, germaseta anasota bed bugs in our beds.
We were always glad in the spring to go out, so we could move our ticks outside and then they wouldn’t suck the blood out of our bodies.
And Dad always burned or made sulphur up the upstairs and down, and I can see that blue flame of sulphur, sort of blue-orange flame.
I said, Dad, how can that kill anything.
He said, I don’t really know son, and don’t ask such silly questions, but he said, It kills them.
He said, that’s why we can’t sleep up there till after it is aired out.
And I just couldn’t understand it.
Went out by the ditch.
We didn’t have any pipes for the spring water or pumps for our cistern, only by the spring where we had a little flume where we had water coming out of the main ditch.
I went out there and I kept thinking, how could that kill bugs.
I just don’t understand it.
So I went back in and started to ask Mother.
She said, Don’t ask such silly questions, Heber.
We don’t know, but it does kill them, and don’t you breathe it or it will kill you. JH: Well it’s that curiosity, you know. HH: So I had lots of questions. JH: You know, you talk about the quiet and what I hear you saying, too, is peace. HH: Peace. JH: There’s another word: isolation.
Did you ever feel isolated out there? HH: We never did because we had our horses.
We had lots of work to do.
Sunday was our play time, and it was just jobs that had to be done, like weeding the garden, moving the water so it would water the garden, make sure the dishes were clean.
I sometimes were rather lonesome, but not isolated, in a sense, no.
We had our family, and then Mother was a great Spanish ancestry and she played the guitar and sang songs.
Oh, what beautiful songs she sang.
She spoke some Spanish, but later Dad encouraged her to forget that and learn the English because that’s what most people sang.
She taught me how to play the guitar. JH: So she was a Spanish speaker?
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