dunes

hornes
It was on the San Juan River that I started thinking about God. I asked Don where he came from and his answer was - he come from a hollow log. I believed him too. Also, I first learned that I was a Mormon, and they were supposed to have horns. Mine never did sprout, so I come to the idea that I wasn't a good Mormon, because I couldn't grow horns.

sand dunes
One time Don and Daphne wanted to go see some Indian writing that was on some cliffs. We had to go on a narrow trail, and it was sandy and would slide. About fifty feet below the trail was the San Juan River and beside the river was a dike that the farmers had build to get water from the river to water their gardens.

"You and Edith stay here where it is safe," Don said. Daphne and I will go on and look at the writing, so I took Edith's hand and waited till Don and Daphne got out of sight. Then I proceeded to take Edith's hand leading her on the trail. Pretty soon the sand started sliding and we started sliding down the hill. "Stand still," said Don. But it was too late, Edith and I put our arms around each other and started rolling down fifty feet of sliding sand. We stopped on the edge of the ditch. One more inch or two, we could have drowned.

There was a big wash on one of the sand hills where we would go play and dig room’s way back under the sand. I seem to remember we had two big rooms dug way back in the sand and one of the rooms caved in on brother Alvin, who was deaf. Now believe me we started digging to find him when Old Shep started digging with his feet. We figured that the dog would know where his head was and sure enough we found his head, so he could get some air in his lungs. Boy we were sure some scared bunch of kids. We never dug any more rooms back in the wash again.
It was on these sand hills that we would roll our Easter eggs down the hill. Aunt May, mother's sister, had a big family like mother did, so she would color a dish pan full of eggs and with what mother had we would roll and eat Easter eggs all day.

fend for myself
One summer, mother took Charlie and Edith and Don to cook for her brother's, uncle Don and Uncle Frank on the shearing of the sheep. She left Jennie there to take care of Daphne and myself. Papa was riding the ditch for the farmers in Kirtland. He would come home at night and leave early in the morning. Jennie was suppose to feed Daphne and me, but I don't remember her ever cooking a meal. I just pieced on some bread most of the time.