A HIKE UP THE CANYON

Suzanne does this walk with Brannigan quite often but this is only my second time. Yesterday when I was on my walk, I thought the next time I go (which was today) I'll take my camera and get some pictures of this beautiful walk.

It is 3.1 miles from my door to the parking lot. 

This is one view from the start of the trail. 

When you leave the parking lot, you cross over Hobble Creek on this bridge. 

Apparently there was a school house at one time around here. 

 Here's the second bridge about 20 minutes away. The sign on the left reads as below:

 And now you know how the name Hobble Creek came about!

 On the bridge looking east.

 On the bridge looking west.

 A sign just across the second bridge.

 Another mountain view.

 I guess this trail has a name!!!

 As you enter the parking lot.

Looking back to the start of the trail and my red Saturn Vue.

THROWBACK THURSDAY

THE LIFE STORY OF CAROL JANE PRICE AGLE - PART 3

The Life Story of Carol Jane Price Agle -  (Part 3)

FIRST GRADE

The next year when I was old enough to advance to 1st grade, it was fun to be one of the “older” children.

In the first grade, I remember how hard it was to learn the alphabet.  There was a popular song called, I’ve Got a Gal in KALAMAZOO. It began with A B C D E F G H I which I learned so I knew that much of the alphabet, but I didn’t know the rest. (I guess the A B C song was not known to me). In class, the teacher would call one of us up to the front to recite the alphabet. I panicked fearing she would call on me and sure enough she did! I got about as far as adding J, K & L but when the teacher realized I didn’t know the full alphabet, she told me I would have to have it memorized by the next day! Memorization has never been my strong suit but mother worked all evening with me and I finally had it mastered. The next day, to my big disappointment, the teacher never called on me!  

(Below is a 7 minute clip from a 1942 movie, “Orchestra Wives”. It’s a 40s dance band at their best - Glenn Miller no less, - but if you don’t want to watch the band and the singers, go to about 5:00 and you will see some amazing dancing by the Nicholas Brothers. I know you will be entertained!) 

Kalamazoo

When we first lived in Salt Lake City, we didn’t have a car nor did we need one. My family lived right downtown where they could walk to church, the Temple and any shopping they needed to do.

However, when they moved out to their new home it was time to get a car. Dad advertised in the paper and people would drive their (used) car out to our house for him to have a look at. He finally decided on a 1940 Pontiac, (about 2 years old). I don’t know what he paid for it, but it was in cash as most transactions were in those days. No credit cards then. If you didn’t have the cash, you usually saved up until you did.

The first drive we took in it I was terrified because I didn’t think my Daddy knew how to drive since they had never had a car while I was alive. I buried myself on the floor of the back seat knowing we were going to crash and die until my Mother assured me he DID know how to drive and was a very good driver. We felt really very special now that we had our very own car.























Here's a picture in our back yard of some neighborhood kids. Dad with Mary Ann and me. Joe was a leader and always had a pack of his friends to play cowboys and Indians, or soldiers, etc. We had a fort, and he was always the caption. Here he is petting our dog Blackie, with some of his friends. Mrs. Thomas our housekeeper is in the back.




I loved our cat Silky and wanted a picture of both of us!






It was very special when my paternal grandparents came to visit and see our new home.

The 3 Josephs: JR (Joseph Rueben), Joseph Pratt, and Joe jr., Betty, Aunt Lena (JR's second wife and Grandma Price had died), Avon, Mary Ann and Carol Jane.

We lived in that home about four years until Dad got tired of shoveling snow and his restless foot began to itch. He made a visit to Phoenix, Arizona and decided we should move there where they had beautiful winters with no snow.  (Of course he had never been there in the summer)!

THROWBACK THURSDAY

Remember this. Twenty years ago this October!

ANNIE

Sophie's elementary school is putting on a production of Annie and she has 3 parts in the play! A Newsie, an Orphan and the dog, Sandy. We spent Saturday working on a costume for the part of the dog. Ken was the designer (and picture taker - hence no shots of him) and I did the sewing. Sophie was the mannequin and Coppelia was the positive support.

We broke it up in two sessions. One in the morning, then a break for lunch while I went home and rested and in the meantime, Ken and Coppelia went to Home Depot and bought a new dishwasher and a part to fix their microwave, came home and Ken repaired the microwave and then made a delicious salad for lunch. When I came back, they kindly shared with me. It was yummy.

 Cut, snip, measure. Repeat!

 Sew, sew, sew, while Sophie practices her dog moves.

 Cut, snip, measure. Repeat!

 Success. Nice doggy!

  

THE LIFE STORY OF CAROL JANE PRICE AGLE - PART 2

The Life Story of Carol Jane Price Agle - (Part 2)

Kindergarten

I was thrilled when I finally turned four and could go to school. My kindergarten class was a huge room and it had a piano for singing time, a sand box and a climbing rope hanging from the ceiling. At that time, Kindergarten was just to get children socially ready to go to school. We took a nap every afternoon and to “wake” us, the teacher would go to the piano and play two notes over and over until we all stood up.

We had a rhythm band and my favorite instrument was the tambourine and I would seldom settle for anything less! On my birthday, Mother made Halloween treats and took them to the class for all the children. I felt very special and proud. 

I loved going to Primary on Wednesday afternoon and especially music time. The first song I recall learning was, I Thank Thee, Dear Father. 

When it was your birthday, you could bring a penny for each year of your age and put it in the container one at a time so the children could guess how old you were. We could also bring pennies for the Primary Crippled Children’s Hospital and we would march up to the front and drop in our pennies as we sang this song:

Five pennies make a nickel,

Two nickels made a dime.

Ten dimes will make a dollar

How we’ll make it shine.

It’s for the crippled children

Who cannot walk or run.

Who have to lie in bed all day,

And cannot join our fun.

So let us be unselfish

And bring our pennies here.

To help the crippled children

Become stronger year by year.

We’ll march along and sing our song,

And pray that they may be.

A little stronger every day,

Because of you and me!

My mother was an exceptional seamstress and made all our clothes. I always felt very special because they were so beautiful. (She even made my wedding dress and my trousseau.)

I particularly remember two costumes she made for me for  Halloween. One was “Little Bo Peep” (but I refused to carry the staff!) The other was a Scottish outfit and she let me choose the type of hat, a “tam” or the “cap”. I chose the “cap” and loved parading in a big circle in the cultural hall as we showed off our costumes.

Summers were especially fun with lots of outdoor games. We roamed from one house to another but towards dinner time my dad would put his two index fingers by the side of his mouth and whistle. You could hear that whistle for 3 or 4 blocks. Everyone would say, “there’s Brother Price calling his kids in,” and when we heard that whistle, we came running! 

Our neighborhood had lots of children and we played games like, Red Rover, Red Rover, Hide and Seek and Mother May I. We would play these games across 3 front yards so when you were called for Red Rover, you had quite a ways to run.

I do remember a time when we were not allowed to play with the other children and had to sit on our porches and just look longingly over at each other.  There was a polio epidemic taking place and since it was not known what exactly caused polio, it was felt the best thing to do was to stay away from other people as much as possible.  I had a terrible fear of contacting polio because I had seen  the pictures of children in iron lungs or terribly crippled and knew they would be that way for the rest of their lives.

Who wouldn't be scared seeing pictures like this?

In Autumn they dug a basement for a new home across the street, but couldn’t start building until spring so all winter long we played in that excavation and had great fun. 

One winter’s night Mary Ann woke me up to go with her to the dining room window. The moon was bright and outside snow had fallen and everything was a blanket of white. It was magical.

Once on a Christmas Eve, I must have been 5 or 6, my father said, “Carol, Carol. Come quickly.” He was standing on the front porch and said, “Look”, pointing to the sky and showed me Santa Claus flying away. So vivid was his description that to this day in my mind’s eye, I can still see the scene. 

Our big tree was in the basement recreational room and that is where we opened presents. I just knew that Santa had come down the fireplace that went to the basement and deposited our presents and then had taken off. How lucky was I that my Dad had seen him just in time and called me over!

LIFE STORY OF CAROL JANE PRICE AGLE (PART 1)

The Life Story of Carol Jane Price Agle (part 1) 

Towards the end of the year 1936, on the day before the ghosts and goblins go looking to do tricks if they don’t get treats, I was born, October 30th in Salt Lake City, Utah in the LDS hospital.  I was the 4^th and last child of Joseph Pratt and Avon Averett Price and I’m sure they would have preferred a boy to even things out, but I always felt welcome and loved in my home.

My parents had been married for nearly 15 years and were just beginning to not have to worry where the next meal was coming.  They had married during very hard times and had struggled through the depression like so many others.  Moving to SLC a few years before I was born, Dad found a job managing several apartment buildings that were owned by the LDS church.  He did everything including painting, plumbing, carpentry and of course collecting the rent.  Many of the renters were widow ladies and often he was called on to change lightbulbs, fix a broken chair or anything that elderly, single women could not do for themselves.

Me on the front yard. Abt 18 mon.

The whole family. Note the Tabernacle in the background.

They rented a beautiful old Victorian home right across from the  Salt Lake Tabernacle at 37 N West Temple. One of my memories of that home is the 2 double sliding doors in the entryway. To the left was the dining room and the right the sitting room and straight ahead were very steep stairs going up to the second floor.

When I was about a year old, my parents bought a city lot and began building their very own home.  Not actually building it themselves, but doing their best to inspect it almost everyday to check its progress. 

Dad & Mother

Ground breaking day.

Almost finished. Mary Ann in doorway.

At last the day came for the big move in.  Mother, Dad, Joe and Mary Ann rode in the moving truck, (we did not own a car - -who needed a car when you lived in the city) and Betty brought me later on the bus.  The house was located 16 blocks South of the Salt Lake Temple and 8 blocks East.

These were happy years for the family.  Dad had a good job.  Mom was thrilled to finally have her own home and was very involved in anything to do with music in the Ward, Stake and even the region. At this time Betty Avon was about 15, Joseph Pratt Jr., 10, Mary Ann 6 and I was 2.