I need to get busy and update this blog more ofren. Right now I would like to talk about family when we lived in Lakeview. It seems like Dad could do anything. He went up into the mountains himself and cut down his own trees and built a barn. He even left the bark on it. We had a small farm. We had chickens, pigs rabbits, cows, pigs and doves. Dad worked long hard hours and came home and used a push mower for the lawn and a push cultivator for our garden and our garden was big!.
He worked two jobs and we were very poor. We had no furniture and ate a little doll table. Mom had to have sugery and they had to hire a babysitter a lot. They had no medicl insurance. They were desperately poor. Dad had hoped to get his GI bill and go to school but with the bills piling up and mom being so sick, it just did not happen. He worked at the pipe plant, at Geneva Steel and at Ralph's radio in Provo where he learn electronics. Dad could fix just about anything. Later he began work at the Orem Post Office and he finally found his niche in life.
Mom and I used to put chickens in boiling water to get the feathers off. My dad had already killed them. The feathers smelled so bad it made me want to puke. We had to dig the guts out of the chickens and many time found eggs. My mother made her own lye soap. She rendered pig lard in the oven and boy did it stink. After the lard was rendered, she made the soap with the lard and lye. My grandma swore that the only way to wash clothes. These are just a few things I remember when we were living in Lake View. I am going to go through Mom and Dad's letters again and get some more info and some more family history on both sides.
Rita Carrillo's Personal History Blog. This if for my family to have to keep for their records of our family's history.
Wednesday, May 2, 2012
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