Loren DeLance Squire Family History Chapter 13

This is a great chapter to learn a little bit about my Grandpa's career as a Highway Patrolman.  

CHAPTER THIRTEEN
SOME OF MY HIGHWAY PATROL EXPERIENCES 

In the last chapter I told of joining the Highway patrol on July 9, 1933. In the fall of 1947 I, along with forty-two other patrolmen took a six hour civil service test for the office of lieutenant in the Patrol. It contained over a thousand questions. When the results were given, I was very proud to get the word that I had received a rate of 100% for the highest by ten per cent over the others. The lowest getting 42%. In August 1948, I was appointed as Lieutenant over the district covering Washington, Iron, Beaver, Kane, Garfield and Piute Counties. When Governor Lee was elected and took office he reduced all officers in the patrol one rank, so I became a sergeant, an office I held until I retired.

I had many exciting and interesting experiences as a Patrol Officer. Assisted in tracking down and arresting many criminals and have captured a number of armed men in possession of stolen cars. Only on one occasion was I shot at and it being an interesting case will tell this one story.

On a Tuesday night between the hours of nine and ten p.m. I was returning toward home from a routine day of patrolling the highways and had just turned off the highway US 91 at Anderson Junction onto highway U 15 when I noticed through the rear view mirror that the car that had come up behind me before reaching the junction had stopped as if in doubt of which road to take. I pulled off the shoulder of the road and stopped as I had done on many occasions before, thinking some stranger did not know which road to take. In a moment the car turned off onto the road I was on and I rather expected it to stop as it came up to me to ask information or directions. However, the car passed me up and I fell in behind it and continued on my way. As I came over the hill crest I noticed the taillights of this car far in advance of me and realized it would have to be speeding to get so far ahead of me in such a short distance. I speeded up and caught up with this car just as it entered Toquerville and checked its speed in town of 50 miles per hour. For the first and only time of twenty-five years as a Patrolman I took my gun out of the holster and lay it on the seat by my side. Something seemed to tell me that I was going to be shot at. After a check of the speed I turned on the red light and flashed it into his rear view mirror. The driver did not slow down, so I speeded up to the side of the car and turned the red spotlight in the side window and stepped upon the siren. Still he did not slow down, so I pulled a little ahead of him and started to crowd him off the road and succeeded in doing just that as we reached the south end of Toquerville. I had him crowded off the oil and onto the gravel shoulder and he started to slow down just as we came alongside the old rock building next the road. He nearly stopped, so I dropped back to approach him from the rear with my car lights upon him. Trucks had been using the wide space at the south end of this building in which to turn around and it looked like a road continued around this building. As I dropped behind the other driver stepped on the gas and whirled around the end of the building, only to find he was fenced in. He crashed into the fence before he could stop. I pulled up just so I could see his car and crawled out of my car without exposing myself and lay my gun and arm across the hood of my car and then slowly raised my head just so I could see over the hood of the car. The motor was still running in his car and a radio was on. There was about a quarter moon in the western sky that was shining in my face; but the other car was in the shade of a row of trees. After a few seconds I saw a face appear over the hood of the other car as he seemed to be staring at me for a moment. Then I said, "What are you doing there, Bud?" Another few seconds and I saw the flash of his automatic pistol as he fired at me, the bullet thudded in the bank behind me. I am sure I ducked as he had only the top of my head to shoot at. We were less than thirty feet apart. Immediately after the shot I heard the wires on the fence squeaking as if someone was crawling through. It looked like the natural thing for a person to do was to run around the building. so I ran to the north comer and peeked around the comer with my gun ready with the intent of calling for him to stop or I would fire. Then I got the thought that he might be behind me and I felt the hair stand up on the back of my neck and for the first time felt a chill of fright. I looked quickly over my shoulder and could not see nor hear anything. I ran back to my car and again cautiously looked over the hood at the other car. Just then Harvey Theobald who lived a block west of the scene, drove up in his pick-up and asked me if I was OK. He said he had heard my siren as I attempted to stop the car in town and had come out on his porch as he was sure it was me after a law violator. He saw us pass his street and then had heard the crash as the car hit the fence. Then he said all was quiet for a few moments and he heard the shot. Right after the shot he heard something come crashing down through the orchard between him and where he heard the shot. He said he feared someone had shot me so he ran to his car and started it and just as he turned his lights on, a man hit the fence with such force that it tore out the staples for several posts in either direction and caused the man to flip head over heels over the fence and into the ditch of water. He watched him climb out of the ditch cross the street and through the other fence and continued running down through the orchard. In just a few minutes twenty or thirty people had assembled from the neighborhood. Some wanted to pursue the man, but I told them we would have to use extreme caution as this man was armed and could lie in wait behind any bush or tree in the darkness and shoot anyone easily.

I went to a neighbor's house and phoned Sheriff Antone Prince and Trooper Porter who were there in record time. We set up roadblocks on all roads in that area and from then until after the moon went down scouted the area for any trace of the man. After that, we drove around the loop from Anderson Junction to Hurricane, west to 91 and back to Anderson Junction in hopes this man may come out of hiding and attempt to hitch a ride. We also kept checks with the men on the road blocks. At daylight we had many volunteers some on horses and some on foot and searched the area all day without a trace of the man except near the scene of the shooting we found his footprints that showed a bell in the heels of his shoes. We also found the ejected 32 shell from the automatic pistol that had been fired at me.

The morning after the shooting event I called my headquarters and gave them the information and description of the car, etc., asking them to notify the F.B.I. The morning of the second day saw 13 F.B.I. officers on the scene. A man reported that during the night he had seen what appeared to be a light from a flash light off to the west of the highway about a mile north of Leeds. Upon investigation of that area we found the shoe tracks with the bell in the heels. That day was spent searching the hills west of Leeds. Friday morning about one o'clock a chicken farmer north and west of St. George went to investigate the barking of his dogs and saw a man walking north on the road that leads to Enterprise and thinking that it may be someone who had run out of gas, called to him upon which the man took off on a run into the brush. This rancher called the Sheriff, who called other local help and went to the place where the man was seen to leave the road and where they found again the bell imprint in the heels. Some miles north, his flashlight was again seen as he climbed a lava ridge.

All day Friday and Saturday the hunt went on. The men on the road blocks had not seen anyone suspicious. We were sure the man was still in the area as we searched the west and south side of Pine Valley Mountain. Many of these F.B.I. agents had only worked in cities and were somewhat at a loss in the rough mountain areas. We divided up with one local man with two agents in our search. On Sunday morning two agents and Deputy Sheriff Carl Caldwell were in the mountains northwest of Leeds and had found the track with the bell heels. Tracking was very difficult in the brush and rock and a slow process. About one-thirty in the afternoon they approached Quail or Leeds creek and being very thirsty decided to go to the creek for a drink. As they were within a few feet of the creek a man was seen climbing out over the bank of the creek. The running of the water had prevented him from hearing the approach of the officers. The valley the creek was in had a heavy growth of Box Elder and Birch trees with trails through. They called to the man who had not seen them until then, to put up his hands and give up. Instead he reached into his shoulder holster and drew a gun and fired twice at the agents. At the first shot the agents fell flat on their faces; but the Dept. stepped behind a fallen tree. The agents fired twice at him. Both his and the slugs from their guns were later found in the trees. The man had jumped back into the creek after firing his shots and waded down the stream toward the agents. A few steps down he raised his head with the gun in readiness to fire and peered over the bank. The Dept. saw his head appear and fired with his rifle hitting the bank in front of him and showering him with dirt. The bank rose four or five feet from the stream. The bandit had ducked back into the stream and waded down another couple of steps and again raised his head looking for the officers. He did not know that the Dept. had stepped around behind the fallen tree so did not see him as he tried to get another shot at the officers. This time the Dept. not more than ten feet from him fired and the bullet struck the bandit near the temple killing him instantly and knocking him back into the creek. He was pulled out of the water onto the bank. The deputy went for a car and the body was taken to St. George and later buried in St. George. A search of his body brought forth a second loaded gun in a shoulder holster under the other arm. He was wearing a homemade vest with many pockets in which were burglar tools, candy bars, fishing line and hooks etc. Also around his waist was a money belt in which was two thousand dollars in currency. There was no identification of any kind on his person. From fingerprints he was later identified as Joe Lewis of New Jersey who had escaped from the Texas State Prison the January before, where he was serving a fifteen year sentence. He had also escaped from the Ohio State Prison before being sent to the Texas Prison. He also had a long prison record in several states. He was forty-four years old. 

Upon the search of the car after he had shot at me I found two canvas bags, each packed with canned tuna, crackers, candy bars, and a loaded pistol. He never had time to take either. There was also a loaded revolver in the glove compartment. In the back seat was a shoe box with one hundred and eighty dollars in silver, in ones, halves and quarters. He had evidently broken into some clothing store as there was several new suits with the tags still on them, extra coats, several pairs of shoes and fifty pair of socks as well as other clothing. All this I turned over to the F.B.I. The car proved to have been stolen five days before in John Day, Oregon where a bank had been held up that day. This proved to be the man who had held up the bank. The Oregon plates were under the rear seat and the plates on the car had been stolen a few days before from a police car in Northern Nevada.

Space and time will not permit me to relate other experiences.

Loren DeLance Squire Family History Chapter 12 & Uncle Don Squire's 90th Birthday Pictures

It was interesting for me to read how Grandpa & Grandma Squire lived through the depression and lived off of bread and milk for their meals three times a day!  At the end of this chapter I have included some pictures that my Uncle Adrien Squire took at my Uncle Don's 90th Birthday.

CHAPTER TWELVE WE MOVE TO DIXIE 

A few days before Thanksgiving Amelia's parents came to visit us. They had been peddling molasses in Sanpete and came on up to see us. After talking over our predicament we decided to pile our bed and sewing machine along with ourselves into the truck and move to Dixie. DeLance was a month old. There was a wagon box on the back of the Commerce truck of grandpa's. He had a wagon cover stretched over bows on this. The cab was very drafty with canvas curtains for windows. We loaded up and they took us down to the railroad station where Amelia and I and the baby caught a train for Spring City as there was a family reunion there in honor of Great Grandpa Tullgren who was ninety-three years old. The Thanksgiving dinner was at his daughters place...grandma Bradleys. Just before the dinner, he blessed and named DeLance, his first great­ great-grandson. Uncle Axel was there and boasted to the neighbors of having five living generations at the dinner.

Amelia's parents went down to Spring Lake to visit some friends and were to meet us at Nephi the day after Thanksgiving. A heavy snowstorm had covered the state in snow. There was about eighteen inches in Spring City and very cold. We caught the Sanpete Valley train and went to Nephi to find Amelia's parents waiting for us at the station. They had loaded the truck bed with flour to the level of the box top. We spread some quilts over the flour and climbed into the back of the truck and headed south. It continued to snow and blow. It was spoken of for years as the Thanksgiving storm of 1919. It was bitter cold as the covers flapped in the breeze and snow blew in from the sides. How we kept the baby from freezing, I don't know. The cab was just as breezy as the back as there was no heating in those days. We traveled 38 miles that day and arrived in Scipio that night cold and stiff. We got a room in the hotel upstairs that had a stove and a couple beds in. We were glad to get warm and have something to eat.

The next morning we were up early and after we got the truck started, headed south again. The weather was terrible as we only made 35 miles in all day and arrived in Kanosh about dark. DeLance was getting pretty cross as his mother did not have enough for him to eat and we did not have a bottle nor know how to feed one if we had of had one. The hotel was a large home with two women running it. They put us in a room that was as cold as ice. There was a stove in it, but they claimed they had no wood to make a fire in it. We spent one of the worst nights of our lives there. DeLance fussed all night and there was a bunch of big dogs kept up an all night howl just outside of our window. I was pretty angry at these people for when I went out to the corral the next morning I saw several cords of wood all chopped up for stove use.

Early the next morning, we were on our way again. The only method of removing snow from the roads was with teams and small graders. We came upon them a short way from Kanosh and found them froze up. They had fires on the metal wheels trying to thaw them out so they would turn and were heating oil to pour on them. We passed them up and kept on our way. There was places where the snow would push up in front of the truck in piles and grandpa would back up and take a run on it and drive over the top until it happened again. After forty-two miles we arrived in Beaver and had quite a group there at the garage to welcome us as we were the first over the road from north for a couple of days. As there was still daylight left we proceeded on our way, and arrived in Paragonah after another 30 miles making our biggest day of 72 miles. There was a one room dobbie cabin built on purpose for freighters that we got into that night. There was a stove so we again got warmed up. Early next morning we were on our way again. Got along good until just before we reached Kanarraville where the north winds were piling the snow in drifts that we could not get through. However, there was some teamsters there hiring out to pull you through the drifts. We had one of them pull us about a quarter of a mile 39 into town. After leaving Kanarraville we soon began to hit spots in the road where the snow had blown off and as we came on south, found dry roads from Anderson Junction on into LaVerkin. There was a cold north wind blowing and we were very happy to arrive. Where we could feel at home and warm up our stiff legs and joints. It was nine o'clock when we arrived, four days from Nephi that takes about five hours now. The next day I was anxious to see what kind of a home we had bought so checked it over. We found it contained an old range in the kitchen that would have fallen to pieces if they had attempted to move it and a rough cupboard with the glass broken out of the windows. We moved our bed and sewing machine in and borrowed a table from Will Hardy, got some boxes for chairs and purchased us a lamp and a gallon of kerosene and set up housekeeping. Grandpa and grandma Sanders had given us a small rocking chair as a baby tender and it was our only chair. We did have a few dishes. We found several of the window lights broken out, so we pasted cloth over them where some of it was when we tore the place down. 

There were no paying jobs to be had. I did haul some wood that winter by using another man's team and wagon. He would get a load and I one load. It generally took three days to go to Little Creek Mountain to get a load of wood and would take me six weeks out of the year to get us a years supply of wood.

Amelia, as a girl had always said she was not going to marry a farmer, especially one who grew molasses cain. Well early in the spring we made plans to grow two acres of cain to make molasses in the fall as that was the only sure crop to get cash for.

I had purchased five hundred pounds of the flour that was on the truck we moved down in. We soon found ourselves completely out of money. As soon as the alfalfa got high enough in the lot to cut with a butcher knife we borrowed a cow to have the milk if we fed her and her calf. We got down to bread and milk and that only, three times a day. We did not have a bottle of fruit or anything else to eat. As spring came on it got pretty hard to hoe cain all day on bread and milk. I planted a garden, purchased a little pig with work and made plans for food for the next winter. I worked one day for a gallon of molasses and that sure was good along with the bread and milk. However, we did not get much of it. Amelia had filled a small pitcher of it to have on the table and had placed the can in one of the back rooms on the floor. DeLance, who was crawling then pushed the door open into that room, pushed the can over, the lid came off and the molasses ran into a big puddle on the floor. When we found DeLance, he was sitting in the middle of it stirring it around, licking his hands, rubbing it into his hair and on his clothes. He kept sucking it off his fingers with a big smile on his face. We got a tub of warm water and set him in it, clothes and all to undress him. Well we went back to bread and milk only again.

DeLance got the whooping cough in February and it worried us very much, as we thought he had gone on various occasions as we rushed him outside and blow into his face to get his breath back. He went black and limp a number of times.

I remember one early summer day after we had eaten our noon meal of bread and milk a neighbor brought in a pan full of ripe tomatoes. We turned back to the table and really stretched our tummies as we ate a half dozen tomatoes each with some more bread and milk.
That fall we had a stack of hay for a cow, fruit bottled, a hog butchered and other food stuff stored in the store house. From that time forth we have never to this day had to worry about not having the good things of this life to eat. Needless to say Amelia and I never ate bread and milk again for a meal.
Work with pay of any kind was hard to find. That fall it took my molasses crop to pay the interest on the debt. It was not uncommon to go weeks and sometimes months without a coin of money to our name. A gallon of kerosene once in a while was about the only utility expense we had. They did some improvement work on the water line from Toquerville town to the spring on which I worked for a few weeks. This was mostly assessment work against stock in the company. LaVerkin was not incorporated at that time and the water works were owned by a company of town people. I became a stockholder with the purchase of our home.
I worked at any odd and end jobs available and for what I could get. I got a few feet of lumber on one job, so built us our kitchen table which we used for several years and it is now in use in the cellar.
On Monday, June 6, 1921, we were blessed with the arrival of our second son, Phil, and we thought how nice that we had two boys to play and grow up together. Our battle to feed ourselves and gather enough cash to pay the interest on our loan kept us busy. Time went on and on. On Tuesday morning at 11:00 a.m. April, 24, 1923 Don made known he had arrived and desired immediate attention, which he got. Now we had three boys to play together.
As time went on we were slowly gathering things around us to make life more comfortable. Christmas toys were made largely by myself. I made three wheel barrows and painted them red along with a kicking mule and other toys that made the boys happy on Christmas morning. Labor was paid from a dollar to one-fifty a day when you could get it. I herded buck sheep for forty-five days for a dollar a day. That forty- five dollars plus another five paid the old Doc. McGregor for the hour he spent to bring Don into the world.

During these early years in Dixie I spent four summers as water master and waded the tunnel and walked the ditch each day. When Dixie Power Company got permission to use our canal I worked on the cementing of it and the installing of the wood pipe from the tunnel to the plant. I also herded sheep one spring for four months and trailed the herd from Mesquite, Nevada to Cedar Mountain, just south of Navajo Lake. I became proficient at fleece tieing and worked a few springs at the shearing corral at Goulds. During this time I sold the five acre field north of town and purchased the five west of town at a cost of$975.00. I had to scrape the land on the west side of the ditch down to get the water on it. Later I planted all the fruit trees upon it. This five acres has proven the best investment I ever made.

Time passed and on a Saturday, January 14, 1928 DuWayne arrived and began to make his wants known. Now we had four boys to play together. Then again on October 29, 1929 the stork settled at our place and left another son, Jerald, to make it five boys to become playmates. Our first sorrow and tragedy occurred when on December 23, 1930 a pre-mature baby girl was born to us, living but a few short minutes. She was a beautiful baby with dark hair. On Dec. 7, 1931 we again had a visit from the stork, who had by that time found it unnecessary to ask where we lived. At any rate we had another son and named him after my brother, Adrien who had passed on.

These were very trying times. The worst depression of the century was on. Work or money was very difficult to get. Amelia patched overalls on top of patch and hand-me-downs from one son to the next was a necessity. I had taken up a dry farm on Smith mountain a few years before, but along with the depression, we had several years of drought  I plowed and planted crops, but they were total failures on the dry farm.

In the spring of 1933 Ellis J. Pickett and Joseph Snow, both attorneys of St. George, called upon me and asked if I would be interested in a job in a new organization in the state known as the Highway Patrol. They had become acquainted with me in my office of Justice of the Peace and said they had looked over the County and decided they could endorse me for the job. I didn't know anything about the organization, but assured them I was very much in need of a job and would be happy for any assistance they could give in getting it for me. Largely through their efforts on July 3, 1933,I got a long distance phone call from Mr. Pickett to be at the state capitol in Salt Lake City at nine o'clock on the morning of July 5th. I was without a dime so borrowed twenty dollars from S. J. Graff and in the morning was at Anderson Ranch where I purchased a bus ticket to Salt Lake and early on the morning of July 5th was at the Capitol. I was poor and my aged suit hung on me like I was a clothes rack as I weighed in at 132 pounds with all my clothes on. I was thirty-five years old. However, many good recommendations had been sent in and I received the appointment. This was a political appointment to work in and for the State Road Commission under a Democratic administration.

After a few days training on ticket writing, report making and riding a motorcycle, I was sent to the Santa Clara station to work at a salary of $126.00 per month. I had ordered uniforms from Z.C.M.I. and was to pay for them on monthly payments. I was a grateful and proud young man when I put on the uniform, strapped on the gun and put on the badge of the Utah Highway Patrol. Some time before this I had borrowed $250.00 and purchased a 1927 Chevrolet sedan and it still was not paid for.

I got a place to board and room with Antone Prince in St. George and started work. After a few hours of instruction I was left to myself to work my shifts. I never got one day off the first eight months. I will never forget the first check of $90.00 I received. It paid off many bills and I still had some change in my pocket for the first time in months.

On November 12, 1933 I came out home during off hours to visit and found that Scott had arrived and was claiming the attention of his mother and grandmother. He was the first one that I had not been present to welcome into this world. Mom wanted to name him Scott so I said OK if we give him the middle initial of 0 so his initials would be S.O.S. Now we had seven brothers to play together and I felt that it was high time to send out some kind of a distress signal. 

Back: DeLance, Phil, Don, Uncle Axel
Front: DuWayne, Jerald, Adrien, Scott

I found a home to rent in the north-west part of St. George and on Thanksgiving day we moved into it. I wanted my family with me. Soon after Scott got the whooping cough and we spent many anxious days and nights with frequent coughing spells that seemed to be his last.

In the spring of 1934 we moved into a place two blocks west of the Tabernacle where we were close to school. However, we found living in St. George, paying rent and with nothing for the boys to do, unsatisfactory, so in the spring of 1935 I purchased a new Ford Pick-up and we moved back in the old home in LaVerkin and I drove back and forth to work for the next six years or until they closed the Santa Clara station. Our orchards at the field were starting to bear and we were able to grow a garden, a couple of hogs, have a couple of milk cows to milk and a young beef to butcher each fall. The boys had plenty to do and I had many hours to work on the farm before and after work. From this time on we began to pay off some debts and provide more comforts for the family and home.

In the spring of 1940 the Santa Clara station was closed and I was issued a used car and assigned to patrol the roads of Washington and Kane counties with trips to Cedar City. This made it much better for me as I started to work as I left home and was to be home at quitting time if not on some accident or other emergency.

During 1940 we built our new home and moved into it in November. DeLance only got to spend a night or two in it before leaving for his mission to the Eastern States where he spent the next two years in New York and Pennsylvania.



With the wars and rumors of wars the National Guard was called into service and were stationed on guard duty in southern California. Phil, being a member at the St. George company was, to our dismay, called with the guard. DeLance had resigned to go on his mission.

On October 15, 1941, took Mom to the hospital in St. George for a check and the doctor had me leave her there to be treated. About nine o' clock that night a nurse called me and asked that I return to the hospital. Shortly after I arrived a nurse came into the waiting room and informed me that I was the father of a lovely baby daughter. I could hardly believe her. Anyway the S.O.S. had paid off. LoRene had arrived and my joy held no bounds as after I got home, even though it was after mid-night, I called several people to announce the good news. 

Front row: Loren, Gerald, Adrien, Lorene, Amelia, Scott Back row; DeLance, Phil, Don, DuWayne

Phil's letters were full of his plans to be home for Christmas. I well remember of standing near our radio on the morning of Dec. 7, 1941 listening to the 7:00a.m. news broadcast that related the bombing of Pearl Harbor by the Japanese. All furloughs were cancelled and Phil did not get home for Christmas. War is a terrible time, especially if you have sons or husbands in the service.

DeLance came home from his mission and on December 23, 1942 he and Dorothy Hirschi were married in the St. George Temple.

The years of 1943-1944 and the first part of 1945 were times of much worry and nervous strain with the three sons in the service. The gray hair came fast into the head of their mother as she spent many sleepless hours into the late hours of the night intense worry over her sons.

The year 1945 was a joyous one as many cheerful events happened in our lives. On March 11, 1945 the stork once again made a trip which happened to be his last one to our home and left a lovely baby daughter in the maternity home in Hurricane. Again there was rejoicing in our home as Sandra had arrived. Then came the end of the war and the return of our sons.

Once again we were to have sleepless hours during the years of 1950-1951 and 1952 during the war in Korea. In August 1950 the Utah National Guard being one of the first national guards to be called into service took two of our sons with it. Phil and DuWayne being members of the St. George guard went into service. We were grateful and glad when that war was over and once again have our sons home with us. 

DuWayne Squire

Time does not wait for anyone and the years have sped by until now 1960 is drawing to a close. I want to write a chapter of the family activities and then hope to have this published for Christmas 1960.

Don Squire's 90th Birthday

Born 24 April 1923 - Grandma & Grandpa's third child

Don Squire, aka birthday boy

Don with his children, Diane, Devin, & Dana 

Jim & LoRene Turner

LoRene Turner & Sandra

Scott & Arvadean Squire

Phil & DuWayne

Lorna Squire & Louise Squire

Helen Squire

Ruth Squire

Don Squire

DuWayne & Helen Squire

Ruth & Phil, Lorna

Loren DeLance Squire Family History Chapters 10 & 11

I decided to post these two chapters together because of the length and content.  It was fun to read about my grandparents' courtship, their changed marriage plans due to the flu epidemic, and their marriage being performed by Grandma's Uncle, Bishop Morris Wilson (my great-grandfather & great-uncle).  I never new my sweet grandma famous for her "stirrin' arm" could also handle a 22 rifle!

CHAPTER TEN 

AMELIA AND I BECOME BETTER ACQUAINTED. •.WITH RESULTS

As we entered Hurricane from the north I well remember the three foot sign painted yellow on which the speed limit was posted in black letters reading: Speed limit 15 miles per hour. Hurricane was about the end of the line at that time. About the only way to get out was the way you got in. There was a rough wagon road east to Short Creek Arizona and on around to Kanab. There was a poor and seldom traveled road or trail west of Hurricane that sometimes was used to go to St. George when the river was low and a road from LaVerkin to Springdale where that ended.

As I have stated Amelia was working for an aunt, Mrs. George Campbell when I met her. She had to do all the chores washing and house work and was paid two dollars and fifty cents for a seven day week’s work. For the two weeks she worked there she came after milk each evening to her grandmother’s where I was staying and I was delighted to carry these two quarts of milk home for her. She did not show too much interest in me which gave me a determination to sell her on what a wonderful guy I was as I attempted to woo her affections.

At this time there was a sheep shearing corral at Goulds wash, some six miles out the Short Creek road where many thousand sheep were sheared each spring. This corral runs for six weeks or so each spring and the wool was hauled to the rail road at Lund by teams. There was two cook or boarding houses there and Amelia got a job as a waitress in one that was run by one of her aunts. I hired Leon Peterson the brick-building boss to take me out on a couple Sunday afternoons to see her in his model-T Ford. One Sunday afternoon I rented or borrowed a roan mustang horse from Howard Wilson to ride out to Goulds to see Amelia. I helped her do the dishes after supper and we went over to the wash and sat on a large rock and looked at the moon where I continued to pour out sweet nothings into her ear. She had to be in at nine o’clock so after bidding her good night I mounted this horse which was a wild mustang Howard had caught out on the open plains and partly broken. He took the bit in his teeth and took off like a modern rocket. I could not jerk the bit free from his teeth and soon found out that all I could do was hang on and hope. That was the wildest ride I ever had in my life and I still wonder how that horse kept his feet as it came down around those sharp curves or switch backs off Hurricane Hill at a dead run. It leaned so close to the ground as it ran those curves that I could have grabbed a handful of gravel if I could of had a hand not too busy to grab it. That horse never stopped running the entire six miles and I did not at any time dare to jump. As we came into town the horse made a direct line for its home corral jumped a four foot gate into the corral where it stopped ringing wet with lather. I was not long in getting off that horse and unsaddling it. I might add that I never asked to ride that bronk again.

After the shearing season was over Amelia came back to her home in LaVerkin where I called upon her a few times before I left Dixie.

Early in June my mother wrote me that a former Manti man by the name of Warren Snow had purchased a ranch in Bountiful in the mouth of Mill Creek canyon. She was going up there to cook for the men hired on the ranch and Mr. Snow would like me to come up and work for him. I decided to quit my brick making and go to Bountiful where mother was to work. I took a mail truck from Hurricane to Cedar and from there to Lund where I caught a train to Salt Lake. There were no busses running in those days. I arrived in Salt Lake the next morning and went to Mr. Snow’s and he took me to the ranch.

CHAPTER ELEVEN KINNEY CREEK RANCH

This ranch was 640 acres in a very run down condition. Three other men were hired there beside myself that summer. My wage was forty dollars a month and board. After a couple months they got three milk cows and I was assigned to milk them before and after working hours and given a raise to forty-five dollars a month. We built a new barn, machine shed, grainery and corral that summer. I did most of the farming. Cut and put up about twenty tons of alfalfa hay grown dry land. There was a three acre orchard of peaches that had a good crop on that summer and I got my first experience in picking and packing peaches. When fall came, the other men were laid off and Mr. Snow gave me the job of so called foreman and raised my wage to fifty dollars a month and twenty-five dollars a month stock in the ranch.

All this summer I had been writing letters often to the girl in Dixie and I got ten days off in October and took the train to Lund and the mail from there to Hurricane where I stayed with the Wilsons. Each night I would walk over to LaVerkin to see Amelia. Then we would go for a walk around town and I had to have her home and in at nine o'clock each night. Then I would walk back to Hurricane. They were making molasses during that time. I ate my first pomegranate and grapes were sticky sweet.

I returned to the ranch and took up the farming again. That fall I planted several acres of wheat and rye dry land. It came up good and was covered by four feet of snow that winter. Mr. Snow's brother-in-law Melvin Stringham came onto the farm. He was married and had three children. but feared the draft into the army, so came on the farm as a farmer as many farmers were deferred. They got about one hundred and fifty sheep and we fed them through that winter. Snow got so heavy that we had to shovel it off the roofs of the buildings as the rafters were cracking. The only way we could get off the farm was to walk, I churned and mounded about fifteen pounds of butter a week and carried it to the car line where Mr. Snow met me and took it into Salt Lake. I got a reputation of a good butter maker. The first batch I had I called Central at the phone office and asked for information and when given it I asked, "How much salt do you put in butter?" Information sure got a charge out of the question, but as the girl had been reared in a farm, she was able to give me directions.

All this winter I had written often to the girl in Dixie and when spring came I got another vacation for a week or so and took off for Dixie. I stayed in Hurricane again and walked back and forth to LaVerkin. There was no bridge across the ledges then, so had to walk down the canyon across the old bridge and up the other side.

One evening as we were taking a walk about town we sat down on the top of the cement water settling cistern a block east of her home on the bank of the canal to rest. While there I got up enough courage to ask "wilt thou?'' and after a couple days she consented and we made plans to be married in the fall.

Amelia Sanders & Loren D. Squire

After returning to the ranch, I went with Mr. Snow and his family in the dairy area of Cache county where he purchased the best cows he could find from the top dairies. He paid from three hundred and fifty to four hundred fifty dollars a piece for five of them. I came back on the train with the cows and was met at the stock yards south of Bountiful by another man and a couple horses to drive them to the ranch. This gave the ranch a start of a small dairy.

The wheat and rye I had planted the fall before did real well. Grew nearly shoulder high and I cut it with a binder and when it was thrashed it turned out forty-five bushel per acre.

The summer of 1918 was uneventful in my life there on the farm. World War I was going on and I was nearing the army age of twenty-one. They then dropped the age to twenty and I did some thinking of joining. My mother pleaded with me not to volunteer; but wait for the draft. I don't remember of having any fear of going into the army. I told Mr. Snow that I was going to get married that fall and he said he would like me to stay on the ranch and they would build a home for us. So a new home was built near the new corral and other buildings.

Amelia had set Oct. 22nd as our wedding date so plans were made accordingly. As I was only twenty years old I had to have my mother go to the courthouse in Manti and swear out an affidavit giving her consent to my marriage. A few days before the wedding I arrived in Dixie. On the night of the twenty-first there was a bustle about the Sanders home preparing temple clothes for the occasion. When all was in readiness about eleven o'clock that night word came that due to the first and much feared epidemic of flu hitting the country the temple in St. George was closed and would not be reopened until the epidemic was over or under control.

This dash of cold water cast a gloom over us all. The next morning at the suggestion of Amelia's parents I called the president of the temple and he suggested we go ahead with our marriage and have the Bishop perform the ceremony and later when the temples opened go and have a temple marriage. I well remember the walk and conversation between Amelia's father and I as we went out to the molasses mill where Bishop Wilson was boiling molasses and asked him if he would marry us that evening. After getting his consent we had to go to St. George and get our marriage license. I hired Harry Price who had a model T to take us. The road was full of ruts dry and dusty and it took most of the day to go and come back. Amelia's mother went with us and when we got to St. George we were stopped in front of the courthouse by the Sheriff. They were not permitting anyone to stop and stay in St. George. After finding out we were from LaVerkin which was yet free from the flu epidemic, they permitted us to go into the courthouse and purchase our license and then headed us back out of town.

That evening about nine p.m. Bishop Wilson came with his wife who was to act as a witness and Amelia's Aunt Clara Wilson Jones a close neighbor came as the other witness. We stood on the south side of the room against the wall where Bishop Wilson performed the ceremony. Our bridal suite was the grainery.

The next morning the health officer came and because we had been out of town put us under quarantine in the grainery for a few days. We could go outside; but was not to get in close contact with anyone. We were all advised by the doctors to wear gauze masks over our mouth and nose such as the doctors wear in the operating room. I saw men way out in the field by themselves wearing these masks, The fear was great as many were dying over the nation from this epidemic.

After a few days we left for Bountiful as I had to get back to work. We packed and got a ride to Lund with George Hinton who was driving his own freight truck. It was a chain drive of about a ton Capacity. It had flapping curtains above the doors. The floor had wide cracks and the cab was very breezy and cold. There was snow on the ground on the black ridge and all the way to Lund. There was only room for two to sit side by side in the seat so I sat upon Amelia's lap' most of the way as she said it kept her warm. I doubt if the truck could go twenty-five miles at a maximum speed. We left LaVerkin just after daylight and stopped at Hamiltons Fort and built a fire in the sagebrush and had noon lunch. Then we took off for Lund where we arrived just as the sun was going down. It was cold in the station, but we did not have to wait too long before the train came. We were glad to get into the warm cars of the train. I don't remember if we wore masks on the trip, but I do remember some on the train wearing them. We arrived in Salt Lake the next morning where Mr. Snow met us and took us to his home for breakfast and then on out to the ranch. I liked to be out on a ranch, but when I think how I took Amelia over three hundred miles from home and put her out on a lonely ranch two miles from any neighbors and her not knowing a soul I wonder how she stood it. Before we were married, Amelia's sister Lucile told of her singing as she went about her work the song, "I'll go where you want me to go, Dear Lord, I'll do what you want me to do", but Lucile who was just a little girl said she heard her and Amelia inserted the name of Loren for Lord, in the song, and sang it, "I'll go where you want me to go dear Loren:" Whether she did or did not she surely has lived up to these words, "I'll go where you want me to go, Dear Loren, I'll do what you want me to do." We took the wagon and went shopping down to Bountiful and purchased us a bed, springs, mattress and a sewing machine and went back to the ranch where we set up an old range that was there and used some old chairs and a table and set up housekeeping in the new house. They had built a fire place in the bedroom; but there was no bath,just a path outside. The only time there was running water in the house was when we used the thunder mug that was kept under the bed at night. 

Grouse

One of the first days there as I came up to the house I saw a ruffed grouse leave the wood pile and walk over to the netting fence where it was trying to crawl through. I called to Amelia and had her come out and told her about them and that they were very good eating. I rushed the bird and as it tried to get through the fence I caught it and as I was showing it to Amelia it flopped out of my hands. A few days later when I came into the house for dinner she sat a plate of grouse on the table. She said she had gone to the wood pile for some chips and saw a flock of grouse there, so she went back in the house and got a twenty-two rifle I had there and came out and started to shoot. She had them flopping all over the place, one flew into a tree and was caught in the limbs and would not fall, so she shot it about three times. Anyway she gathered up a half dozen grouse after she ran out of ammunition and prepared them for our dinner. She was a very good shot with a rifle and could beat most boys shooting at targets. This was just another reason I tried not at any time to anger her. 

Early one morning late in February before daylight we both got on a black horse and started for Bountiful to catch a car into Salt Lake where we had planned to go through the Salt Lake Temple. It was dark as pitch and snowing one of the worst blizzards of the winter. We had gone less than a quarter of a mile when we were lost and could not find the road or see where we were going, so I gave the horse his head and he soon brought us back to the shelter of the stable. The snow had blown up Amelia's dress and she was wet to the waist. We gave it up.

Later that day my brother, Adrien, who was working there at the time took us down to Bountiful in the bob sled and we went into Salt Lake and stayed at a hotel to be there the next morning to go through the Temple. This was February 28, 1919.

When spring came, Amelia was pretty homesick, so I sent her home for a couple weeks visit. Needless to say, I was very happy to have her back on the ranch. That fall my mother came to visit us and early Saturday morning of October the twenty-fifth we were up. Not daylight yet and it was snowing. There was six inches of snow on the ground and we needed a doctor. The storm had broken the phone line so I saddled up a black horse and headed for Bountiful. It was just breaking daylight when I arrived at the home of the Doctor and I can still see him as be came shivering to the door in his undies and said he would be right up. He was very proud of his old dodge car that made it up that canyon road to the ranch in that snow. At 10:50 that morning I became a father for the first time as DeLance let us know he had arrived weighing in at eight and a half pounds. 

Amelia's sister Maggie and her aunt Edna came and visited us a few days and there was a lot of fun. My mother was just as big a cut up as any young girl so we had a joyful time. 

Along the middle of November Mr. Snow came out and told me he had sold the ranch. That the new owner would take over in a month or so. That would leave us without a job or home. Earlier that fall Amelia's father had written us that William Hopkins wanted to sell out in LaVerkin for $2,500.00. There was an old home on a lot and a five-acre field. We sent all our savings, that was two hundred dollars down and had him make a down payment on the place. He arranged a loan of the other $2,300.00 from David Hirschi at ten percent interest. We had planned on staying on the ranch a few years and pay our wages on the place.

Loren DeLance Squire Family History Chapter 9

I think it's nice that my grandpa not only wrote on his genealogy, but in this chapter he writes on his wife's line as well.  Very interesting to read about my ancestors, who converted to the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints when the church was still in its infancy.  I owe so much to my forbears.  I am so grateful for the choices they made, which have placed me where I am today!

CHAPTER NINE 

THE SANDERS-WILSON LINE...MY WIFE'S LINE 

On Renthun Street in Birmingham, England there lived William Isom and his wife Elizabeth Austin, where on May 2. 1814 they had a son born to them and named him Owen. Owen had one older sister, named Sarah and three younger brothers. 

As a young man Owen was working in a factory when he met a young lady working at the same place by the name of Elizabeth Howard, a daughter of William Howard and Tamer Mills. She was born Sept 13 1821 in Birmingham also. They had to sign a contract to work for at least a year to get a job at this factory. Six months before their year was up they were married. Each lived with their parents until the year was up and then moved unto themselves.

Their sixth child was a girl and was given the name of Sarah Elizabeth. She was born June 14 1854. This family was converted to and joined the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints. In May 1860 they left their home and went to Liverpool, where they boarded the ship William Tapscott and on May 8, 1860 set sail for the United States and Utah where they planned to made their home. Sarah Elizabeth was a month short of being six years old. The two older children William and Mary, had good jobs so stayed in England to work for another year to raise funds on which to travel. Two other children had died in England and their baby died of smallpox just after landing in the US.

Owen and his two elder sons got employment in a harness and Military equipment factory in New York as they did not have enough funds to go on. In the spring of 1861 William and Mary who had remained behind in England arrived in New York. William had married in England before leaving and he with his wife and sister, Mary, had funds to go on to Salt Lake so departed, leaving the rest of the family in New York. It was not until May of 1862 that they felt they had funds enough to travel to Salt Lake, so they left with a company of converts.

They traveled by train to St. Joseph, Missouri. A fire on the train just before reaching their destination burned most of their belongings. They took a boat from St. Joseph to Florence, Nebraska which was as far as boats went at that time. From there they went to Elk Horn River, a meeting place of the saints and where companies were organized to cross the plains. With the exception of the mother and baby the rest walked all the way across the grassy plains of Nebraska and on over the Rocky Mountains. Their oxen had become poor and tired out, so they traded one yoke for a fresh pair at Green River and paid the difference out of their meager funds. Their son, William, knew they were on the way, so he came to meet them and they met on the Weber River where his help speeded their travel on into Salt Lake. 

Steamer "Omaha" Landing
Mormons at Florence, Nebraska

They had expected to stay in Salt Lake to make their home; but the land had mostly been taken up and they had no funds to purchase land. So they decided to go south to Utah's Dixie where they were told they could have the land for the fencing. They stayed in the Salt Lake area for about ten days and worked on their first molasses mill in Centerville. Mary had married, after reaching Salt Lake, a man by the name of Smith Thurston and was expecting in a few months and wanted her mother to stay with her. So it was decided to leave the mother, her son Samuel, daughter Sarah Elizabeth and the baby Frank in Salt Lake while the others went on to find a home. They joined a small company headed south. The group had a small herd of cattle to drive with them. When they got to Ash creek in the northern part of Washington County, William lsom and George Thurston left the rest of the company there and went on into St. George to locate a place to go. On the way they met a man by the name of Sextus Johnson who urged them to go up the Rio Virgin River to the town of Virgin to settle, so they came back and got the rest of the company and started for Virgin, arriving there a few days before Christmas. They had no relatives or friends to go to, so they chose an unoccupied lot in the north-east part of Virgin. The choice lots had been taken up. This one was sandy and had gullies washed through it by the rains. 

Virgin, UT 1907

They started to build some kind of a shelter to live in. They hauled some rock and built four walls, then put logs across the walls, limbs on this and on the limbs they placed bagass or the pulp or cain after the juice had been squeezed out, then upon this they shoveled dirt and moved in for the winter. 


They searched for land to farm and finally decided on a place about four miles north of Virgin or what is now known as Mountain Dell. They grubbed the brush, fenced it and dug a ditch to water it from the creek. This was all new to these people who had worked in factories all their lives. It took too much time traveling from Virgin to the farm so they sold their place in Virgin and built them a shelter on the land. That fall Owen's wife and the rest of the family arrived from Salt Lake just in time to help with the cotton and molasses harvest. Sarah Elizabeth was now nine years old and it is she who is to become the mother of my wife's mother. 
For the next five years cotton was one of the main crops along with sorghum, peaches, apricots and grapes. From the grapes, wine was made and sold to the church to be used as sacrament wine. After five years cotton ceased to be a major crop. They dried tons of peaches, apricots and grapes which along with some barrels of molasses made up their loads to peddle in the north towns for flour, clothing, sugar and etc. Much of their clothing of the first years was made by spinning and weaving cloth from their own grown cotton. 

During the next few years as Sarah Elizabeth Isom grew into a young woman another family came into Utah's Dixie by the name of Wilson.

Thomas Wilson was born December 22, 1811 in the state of Louisiana. His father, Thomas Wilson, Sr. was killed in the Battle of New Orleans in the war of 1812 just before Thomas Jr. was born.

Thomas Wilson Jr. married a widow by the name of Nancy Lindsey, a daughter of Morris Lindsey and Nancy Rodgers. In the year 1843 in Lauderdale, Mississippi this couple's second child, a son was born on Nov. 24, 1845 and given the name of Morris Wilson. This family became converts to the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints and came to Utah in the fall of 1857. Brigham Young told them as they were from the south he would like them to go to Utah's Dixie and grow cotton. So they started out and when they got to Gunnison, Utah, they thought this must be the place and settled down, planted crops and started to haul logs from the mountains to build them a home. Some months later when Brigham Young came to Gunnison and saw Thomas Wilson, he said. "Why Brother Wilson, I thought you were in Dixie growing cotton." This family loaded up their belongings, leaving a home in the building and crops nearly ready to harvest and headed south again, arriving in Virgin in the fall of 1863 where they lived for the next three years. In 1866 they cleared land of brush and moved onto it and built a home five miles north of Virgin and it became known as the Mill or Millville. This made them close neighbors to the Isom Family at Mountain Dell just a mile down the creek. A romance sprang up between Morris Wilson and Sarah Elizabeth Isom which after three years resulted in their marriage. 

For the next eleven years they lived in a one room house with a lean-to kitchen at the Mill where five of their children were born. Here on October 25 1876, their third child a daughter was born and given the name of Sarah Amelia. They moved from the Mill to Mountain Dell where they lived for thirty years before moving to Hurricane. These were the people I boarded with when I first came to Dixie.

The Sanders Line: David Sanders and his wife Mary Allred living in Franklin County, Georgia had a son born to them on August 17, 1803 and named him Moses Martin Sanders, who married Amanda Armstrong Faucett. They became converts to the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints and were with the saints in Far West Missouri, where on Christmas Day, December 1836, they had a son born to them and gave him the name of Joseph Moroni Sanders. He married Huldah Charlotte Zabriskie Age 69 on August 20, 1860. She was born Jan. 30, 1844 in Ambrozia County, Iowa. Just when they arrived in Utah I do not know. This family was living in Washington Town, Washington County, Utah where on August 16, 1869 they had a son born unto them and gave him the name of William. Shortly after, this family moved to the Mill north of Virgin and was living there when Sarah Amelia Wilson was born, William Sanders being seven years old at the time. These young people grew up there and when William was twenty-eight years old and Sarah Amelia was twenty they were married and made their home at the Mill in the same house Sarah Amelia was born. Here three of their children were born. Their first child was a son, Clarence and the second a daughter, born Oct. 3, 1899 and given the name of Amelia. Their next child also a daughter, Maggie, was born before they moved to LaVerkin to make their home in 1903. William had worked several winters on the Hurricane Canal and then sold the land he had earned and purchased land in LaVerkin. 

The Sander's home was on second north and first east and was a one room with a lean to of rough lumber for a kitchen and it was here the rest of the family was born and where they were living when I met their daughter Amelia. The boys slept in the loft of the bam and the girls in the grainery next to the house. They had a fifteen acre farm and the lot they were living on. Mr. Sanders did quite a lot of hauling freight with teams to supplement their farming for a lively-hood.

Loren DeLance Squire Family History Chapter 8

My Grandpa can spin a tale!  I hope you enjoy reading of his adventures in making a 16 hour drive from Manti to Hurricane in a Model-T Ford.  At the end of this chapter is the beginning of his love story with my Grandma.

CHAPTER EIGHT 

I GO TO DIXIE 

About the first of March my year was over and the pal who farmed with me wanted me to go with him and two of his brothers to Utah's Dixie to make brick for Hurricane's first school house. So I quit my farm job.

They had hired my uncle Oliver Squire to go too, as he was an expert in molding adobies and brick. We left Manti one morning about eight o'clock and picked my uncle up in Monroe and headed on for Dixie. We went up Clear Creek canyon which was just a dirt road at that time. The road had not dried out near the top of the summit and was quite muddy and steep. The old model-T just could not make it. So we pushed and pulled and finally turned it about and with us pushing, we backed it to the top. This struggle had boiled most of the water, if not all, out of the car and the engine was too hot to run. After talking it over we decided that between the five of us we could produce enough liquid to run down to where we could find water. From the first one who attempted to fill the radiator came forth a scream of anguish. As the liquid hit the hot engine it belched forth a cloud of hot steam that scalded his fixture to the extent that it was necessary to pack it in soft cotton and tissue for several days. However we found a small seep of water in the bottom of the canyon and carried enough water to get us on our way again. We arrived in Beaver at twelve o'clock midnight and got rooms at the hotel there. That was sixteen hours from Manti and is now a three hour drive without speeding. The nights were cool in Beaver yet, so we drained the water from the car. Early the next morning we got a tea kettle full of hot water from the cook and poured some into the radiator, some on the manifold and carburetor and started cranking. After taking turns until we were all warmed up the engine sputtered and started to purr. We left Beaver at about eight a.m. Somewhere along Buck Horn Flat we had a flat tire. In those days you took the tire off the wheel, take the tube out and patch it, then replace it and begin pumping. All got warmed up again before we got on our way. We stopped in Cedar for a late dinner and then on for Dixie. Coming down the Black Ridge it got dark on us. I remember coming to Toquerville, then down and Ford LaVerkin Creek, climb the hill onto La Verkin Bench, down around the dug-away across the Virgin River Bridge, and on to Hurricane. We arrived about nine that night.

We went to the Isom Hotel run by Thomas Isom. It was a large home that has now been torn down and replaced by a service station. Of course it was after supper time but they were kind to us and fixed us a meal. They had opened a bottle of seedless grapes, the first I had ever seen and I asked them to please pass the gooseberries. The next morning after breakfast we asked one of the girls what the bill was and she said it would be five dollars. I was the only one who had any money left and as I went to pay her she said, "Wait, I will run up and ask Mamma." When she came back she said, "It's four-fifty." Leon, one of the Peterson boys said, "Run up again!" The two older Peterson boys had been down the fall before and had made some brick there and had made arrangements for four of us to board and room at the home of Morris Wilson (my 2ggf) Sen., and his wife. Their son, William Wilson, his wife and children also lived there. The elder Wilsons were to take brick to build their home on the board bill. Parley Peterson stayed out to Workmans, the parents of Mrs. Claud Hurschi. The brick yard was on a lot at third north and first west. Some large holes were dug and used up in brick. These holes were refilled mostly from running canal water in and out letting the sand and mud settle in the holes. Homes are built there now. 
We started to make brick. It was a very wet spring with rain mostly every week and the storms broke the canal up in the canyon which caused delays. I worked on the canal to get the water back so we could soak up the mud to make adobes. I turned my ditch work credit on my board bill. There was no water system in Hurricane at that time. Your drinking water was dipped up out of the ditch in the early morning into a drinking barrel placed in the shade Burlap was tacked around the outside and a dipper hung on the edge of the barrel. What water you did not drink from the dipper was poured around on the burlap to help keep the water cool. With so much rain and floods the water was pretty muddy at times and took some time to settle and then was always a milky white never clear. I don' t see how they ever got white washes out of that kind of laundry water. 

Just before we came to Hurricane the electricity was installed in the homes there. The people delighted to show us how by turning a switch on the cord hanging from the ceiling they could get light. There was no need for outlets or plugins as there were not any electric appliances like we have now. The contractor to build the school came and started the building of the school. I worked for him when the water was out of the ditch and we could not make brick. I dug the first shovel of dirt to start the foundation. Now that school house in which all my children attended school has served its purpose and has been torn down to have a modern one replace it. I received a couple hundred bricks out of it and they are now in the fireplace on our lawn outside. I wanted some of them to remind me of my first work in Hurricane. 

Fireplace outside the Squire La Verkin Home built with the bricks my Grandpa Squire made.
DuWayne Squire - November 2012

We had been working for a couple weeks when one night after we had washed and cleaned up I went into the front room to set down to read. The first thing I noticed was a new picture on the book case of a lovely young girl. I sized it up and took it into the kitchen and asked Grandma Wilson who it was. She told me that her name was Amelia Sanders and that she was one of her granddaughters. I said "Now that’s something! I am going to marry that girl.” Grandma Wilson told that story as long as she lived. As I remember it she told me that she was going to come there that evening for milk as she was working for another daughter of hers who had a young baby. I waited around and finally a young girl came and went into the kitchen. She was in there with her Aunt Edna a daughter of the elder Wilsons who was about the same age. The kitchen was dark as they did not have the light on in there so on a pretense of showing some pictures I got the girls to come into the dining room where there was light. Of course I paid no attention to the pictures only the girl and decided it would never do for me to let a young girl like that carry two big quarts of milk a couple of blocks after working all day...so I asked permission to carry the milk home for her and protect her on her way from the darkness. That is how things started. Each night I would await her coming for the milk so I could carry it back for her never thinking it could be done without her coming for it.