Wednesday, June 27, 2012

Sharp Shooting and Bear Traps


Finally, Pat contributes to "our blog."

It was an unusually warm day in Levan, Utah, that summer when Samuel Elmer Pierce, my grandfather,  was born August 25, 1871, to George Henry Pierce and Sarah Skinner Pierce. His father and mother welcomed baby number eight into their humble home 10 miles southeast  of town. They had a 2-room log cabin on their 320 acre homestead called 10 mile creek. They had a 1 room house in town where one of the older girls, Sarah or Phoebe, would move into town so the younger kids could attend school during the winter months.

Sam was big for his age with deep blue eyes and dark brown hair. He would often play with his brother, Sylvester, 2 years younger, when chores were done. There were lots of chores: plowing, weeding, feeding of animals, taking care of fruit trees, and milking twice a day. Usually, the Pierce family kept 10 cows, 20 pigs, and 200 roosters.Their garden and orchards took up 2 acres, and they used the other acres for raising wheat, and breeding cattle.
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Sam's father was in an accident which left him crippled at an age when the children were young. His mother, Sarah, would have the older boys, George and Brigham, plow with 2 yoke of oxen and a pair of mules, while she would yoke up 2 cows and haul wood with her nursing baby on her lap. She would chop the heads of rattlesnakes off with a stick

Once, when Sam and Sylvester were putting up hay in the barn loft, they lost control of the derrick and Sam's leg was hurt badly. He healed up but carried a scar for the rest of his life.
The summer Sam was 14 years of age, life got too boring on the rattlesnake infested homestead. Sam was tired of plowing, hauling water, and milking cows. In spite of the fact that his father had established the first dancing school in the valley and Saturday nights were something special for young folks. Sam wanted more. He wanted to travel.  He wanted to see some big cities - Chicago, Cincinnati, and New York. He left home one early morning after milking the cows.  He packed some left over sour dough biscuits and some of his mother's cheese, and some oats for his horse.

After a few weeks, Sam came across Buffalo Bill's Wild West show with a cast of 2,000 men, women, and Indians, plus numerous animals.  Organizers of the tour had plans to visit all the major eastern cities giving people a glamorous peek at life in the wild west. It was a dream come true for Sam. His working on the ranch had given him plenty of muscles on his 6 foot frame. He knew how to take care of animals. When he asked about a job, they never even asked his age.  They put his muscles and sense of balance to work putting up the tents for the show and then pulling the tents down, packing up the animals, and equipment, and moving on for the next show location. The company would camp for the night, and then bright and early set up the tents again. Mid-day they would have a parade through the town to attract an audience. A few of the show girls would ride their ponies, some of the buffalo would be herded down the street as well as elk, antelope, deer, and long horned  steers. Indians in war paint and feathers would ride their horses as well.

While Sam watched the performances of the gun shooters reenacting the old west in a dramatic way, he got an idea that he would show them that he could shoot as well as any of them. He had the ability  to freeze his muscles when he lined up a target. He could look away for a full minute and then pull the trigger with uncanny accuracy. Sam was soon showing his skills with a pair of matching pistols. He would toss two silver dollars in the air and draw and shoot through them.

When Billy the Kid took in a performance, he was taken with Sam's pistols. He took one of them and gave Sam his pistol.  Sam didn't object, Billy's reputation had proceeded him.  When Sam heard that Billy had died in a gun battle, he scoffed and said, "They must have shot him in the back while he slept. He was quicker than that." It turned out that Sam was right. Billy was killed in his sleep, shot in the back.

When Buffalo Bill decided to tour Europe with his wild west show, Sam decided to return home to Levan.  After 30 years of being a gypsy, he thought maybe it was time to say hello to his family. George and Sarah had given him up for dead years ago and they couldn't believe it was really was him.  Only after he pulled up his pant leg and showed them the scar of his hay derrick accident with Sylvester did they believe him.

Soon after returning home, he met Alice Irene Christensen, a petite 5' tall woman with big brown eyes and dark hair. They were married August 12, 1914, and settled in Salina, Utah. A baby boy, Elmer was born in 1917. Helen arrived 2 years later, and Spencer joined the family in 1921.

When Sam heard that the Utah Fish and Game Department were offering a $50. bounty for bear that had become such a nuisance to the farmers by killing their livestock, he was challenged.  He trapped 92 bear the first year.  The Fish and Game looked at his bill - $4,600.  That would nearly bankrupt them.  They decided to hire him and he spent much of the next 30 years in the hills of southern Utah.


 
Pat shows off one of Sam Pierce's bear traps. She recalls her family driving out to Sam's  house after his
death, and someone was there burnng most of Sam's junk and other belongings, including dozens of bear
skins. Luckily, he didn't burn the Singer treadle sewing machine, because Bridget now has it.

Once while in the hills, a cougar dropped from an overhead branch, narrowly missing Sam, but killing his horse. He quickly dispatched the cougar, and spent a long time walking home with his saddle of his shoulders. He was always careful to rub his body with sagebrush so that animals could not detect his human smell.

Sam had quite a sense of humor. One time while visiting his brother Sylvester and his wife, Violet, he said noticing Violet's cat walking across the top of a fence, "Vi, I think that cat's tail is too long."  He took out his pistol and shorten the tail three inches. Violet was furious with him for weeks.

Sam would often tell of another time when he visited Sylvester and Violet's home. He motioned for Violet to come outside saying, "I've got something to show you." She gasped at the two bear cubs in the back of his wagon, sitting upright like well trained dogs.  Sam explained that he had found them wandering the hills and wanted to feed them until they were older and could be released in the mountains.
Violet remarked that Sam would be the death of her yet, frightening her once again.

Sam liked to shoot the breeze with the patrons of the tavern in town. Once, Irene sent their son Elmer to fetch Sam for supper. Elmer came in the door of the tavern,  and watched while Sam took a mirror, looked over his shoulder at a wanted poster, aimed his pistol, put down the mirror, and then fired straight through the eye of the man on the  poster. He then motioned for Elmer to come and gather up the silver dollars that had been laid down on the bar as wagers that he couldn't perform the feat.Sam used his hat to contain the dollars. It was more that would fit in his pockets and Elmer's combined.

When Sam took his family to the carnivals, the man offering prizes for shooting a target or throwing a ball at a target, would just say."What prize do you want. I might as well save the ammunition."

Sam remained physically strong his entire life. At age 70 he could put his feet on a chair - put his head on another chair - support his weight with abdominal muscles and have Irene sit on his stomach suspended between the two chairs.

I remember Sam always giving me a silver dollar for every year I was old, as well as a new rope for a swing for my birthday.  I thought he was very handsome - tall, salt and pepper thick hair, and big beautiful dark blue eyes.

I remember how he would pour lots of gravy on his mashed potatoes, take a green onion and slice it thin with his pocket knife, and then cover everything with a large dose of pepper. I remember big sugar cookies from the bakery in town - at least four or five inches across.  I remember running through the six sheds in the back yard of their Salina home with bear skin rugs hanging all about. I still have Sam's bear traps, now covered with rust instead of sagebrush as well as pleasant memories.




Saturday, June 23, 2012

Waiting for Patton

I talked about movies in my long awaited (at least by my daughter, Bridget) previous blog. In our early years of marriage in Torrance, California, Pat and I went to occasional movies. I remember our going to The GodFather. Now it is called Part One, but then it was just plain GodFather. It stars Marlon Brando and Al Pachino. It had some very violent moments with gangland killings and drive-shootings from 1930's sedans full of machine gun wielding hoodlums. I remember leaving the theater walking to our car and a car came around the corner going a little too fast. Our first impression was to duck for cover, and we laughed at how "into" the movie we were to have such a reaction after the movie was over. It shows what an effect our media can have on our feelings and opinions.

The big screens of a movie theater are better to immerse us into the story than a 25" TV screen and especially a 9" iPad or especially a 4" cell phone. Some home theaters come close but pale to the big screen in surrounding our senses with full vision width and surround sound. It is interesting to remember our movie theater history. In the thirties the theaters were so popular because they advertised their air conditioning which was one of the few ways places a person could cool off for a few hours in the sweltering summer heat. Did you ever wonder how the term "cool!" became such a popular exclamation of the younger generation. Imagine that it originated in those hot days and cool theaters. Kids still use the term 75 years later. The synonym, "Keen!" which was often used in my childhood in the 40's has not survived over the years in the vernacular of our youth. I remember having old people asking what "cool" meant. I didn't know then about the theaters, but a simple explanation that it means, "keen" was all that was necessary for the translation.

Our early years of marriage had a big shadow over our lives. It is one that greatly affected me because the same issue occurred in my own childhood. My father worked every evening for over ten years on his doctoral thesis. He had microfilmed books he was researching which he read through a small jeweler's type magnifying glass. He became very angry with my sister and I who loved to make noise but were scolded when my father could no longer concentrate on his work. He eventually finished and received his PhD at the University of California in 1955.

Pat didn't have young kids to contend with as she wrote her Masters thesis in theater arts and didn't scold me all that often. Also she spent about seven months in Utah finishing up her thesis, and I ran our printing business in Torrance, California. One of the movies coming out just before she went back to BYU was "Patton" with George C. Scott in the title role. Being a veteran and having lived the tragedy and hardships of World War II in my youth, I was really looking forward to seeing the film with Pat. While she was in Utah, I waited patiently for her to come home, and we could go see Patton together. Not that movie-going was all that was on my mind. I missed her terribly, yet I knew that completing this degree was so important for her to get out of her way.

I surprised her when she completed her degree by flying in, and with the sneaky cooperation of one of her friends I hid in a big gift box on a picnic table a hundred feet from her victory celebration picnic up Provo Canyon from BYU. I waited for about half an hour with only a peep hole to keep me apprised of what was going on. Finally the group walked Pat over for her "big gift." I'm sure she wondered about the fancy wrapped box on the table, but I don't think she knew it was for her. I wish I had a picture of the look of shock on her face when I popped out. Quickly the shock turned to incredulity ("how did you get here?") and then to love and joy. I attended the graduation ceremony, and we came home after a few days.

The time was finally at hand when we could go see Patton which was still in one of the theaters! I announced our date to Pat, but she looked sheepish. Finally she admitted that she had gone to the movie in Provo with her friends. Now it was my turn to be incredulous. I'm sure I finally forgave her, but it wasn't a total forgiveness because I have brought it up a few times in the subsequent 40 years. Don't worry, though, Pat has her own collection of unforgivable things I have done. I finally saw the movie, and it was good, but it wasn't as sweet because we didn't share it together.

Free Root Beer and Pop Corn

The best things in life are free. So they say. My girls had an evening at our house once with their friend, Isolde. The girls were probably 12 and 13. Their friend was probably older because her name IS OLD. I liked my childrens' friends and would often insert myself into their entertainment. They wanted to go to the movies at the theater in downtown Snohomish, and I was glad to take them. It was a movie "theatre," I guess to show it was not an ordinary theater. Pat and I rarely went to movies, so this was a special occasion.

I don't remember what we saw or what we paid, but I generally did not buy refreshments. That's where theater owners make their money, and the owner was in our Ward, but I had to watch my expenses or I might someday be poor. As it happened, today I am poor because of some foolish real estate decisions just as the real estate market had crashed 5 years ago. Word to the wise: Don't invest your secure money on something that is not a sure thing (Even the sure things aren't always sure). I not only invested money that was in short supply, but I pledged most of my rental properties which were supposed to provide for my old age. Now they are gone (sold with all proceeds going to creditors, or forecosed upon) with nothing to show for our years of struggle and work on these houses.

At any rate, we walked past the refreshment stand and took our seats in the rear of the first floor. I remember how delighted I was to find a tub of buttered popcorn and an almost full large (big gulp size) root beer. My girls weren't excited about it, but Isolde looked intrigued. We held them for a while wondering whether we might die from other people's germs. Of course we gave in, or else this would not become a blogged story. Bridget and Kristal were disgusted, but Isolde and I were thrilled with our good fortune. Bridget is facebook friends with Isolde (I hope I'm spelling her name right) and will send her the link to this blog. I am wondering what her recollections are of her evening with the crazy Fawcetts.

Friday, November 12, 2010

Veteran's Day 2010

I received a call from my oldest grand child, Anjah Fawcett. Her father suggested she thank me for my service which she did. She  hadn't known that I served in the military. I felt bad that I haven't been keeping up with the blog, hence this message.

I attended Graeden and Elliott's Dutch Hill School assembly honoring veterans yesterday. The kindergartners used sign language to recite the Pledge of Allegiance and the whole school sang patriotic songs, including "Eating Goober Peas" which I learned was a Confederate soldier song. It's nice to be honored. Like when you go to shows at Branson, Mo. they will  normally have veterans stand (about a forth of the people). You sign up and serve at low pay for four or five years and often risk your life all because you love your country. After all, someone has to do it. A video of Dutch Hill kindergartners at a social for veterans after the assembly, the kids when asked what a veteran is mostly answered that they help animals. I am proud of our school system that after their first few months of going to school, every one of those students knows what a veteran is and would thank me without being prompted.

With me, as with many others, there are ulterior motives to join. For me in 1963 just before the Vietnam War men were eligible for a draft lottery. That's a lottery you generally do not want to win. I signed up for the Air Force and received my draft notice while at Officer Training School at Lackland Air Force Base in San Antonio, Texas. I was much happier to be in the Air Force in the officer program rather than to be an enlisted grunt in the Army. My enlistment date was August 3rd, and I endured three months of hot weather and scorpions. I learned to tie my blanket tight so I could pass the daily inspections and also learned how to clean a toilet with a sponge rather than a brush (not clean enough). I had a zipper sewn on the bottom of my laundry bag which was tied by its cords in a very precise manner onto the end of the bed frame, because I didn't want to have to untie it everyday. To leave the room unattended you had to unplug every plug-in except an electric clock, even if you needed to go to the adjoining bathroom, unless your roommate was in the room. That includes the fan which was essential for comfortable living. By the way, I slept under a sheet (not the tight blanket) which was stashed ("panicked") during the day in the zippered "panic bag" hanging from the end of the bed. My bureau drawers had to have underwear and socks that were tightly rolled with the edge that showed forming a "smile" and spaced evenly in the drawer.

When you went outside, you always wore a cover (hat) and received an infraction (gig) if you were caught uncovered. After graduating, it was weeks before I felt comfortable being bareheaded outside. I discovered that I can have a very loud voice (I rarely use it anymore - not even my kids have heard it). When I served as the Duty Officer, staying in the school headquarters office over night) I had to announce the Uniform of the Day and events of the day that would be happening after I had rung the buzzer wakealarm. I surprised myself and others that I could yell so loud in each hallway. We marched everywhere we went as a group. When walking with another person, the higher ranking person is up always on the right. You always salute a higher ranking Officer Trainee or a real officer. They always salute you back.

In one of my leadership training classes, I gave a speech once on buying a car. Most of my classmates would buy a new car when they graduated as Second Lieutenants. I argued that that was a foolish waste of money because the new car loses value the moment you drive it off the lot. Much better, I told the class, to buy a good used car but to put the payment they would have made on a new car into a savings account. That way, after a few years they could buy another car with cash after having earned interest rather than spent money on interest. My friends thought this was a crazy idea, but it is still a good idea!

I'll tell more later, but I wanted to point out something about our military. If you enjoy your food, do you thank a farmer or a grocer? If you are educated, do you thank your teachers. If you enjoy reading English, do you thank a publisher? Sure, thank them, but without a strong military, none of those services would be available without the freedom provided you by each soldier or other military member who dedicated his life to maintain the good life you are accustomed to. Freedom isn't free. It is paid for often with the lives of those who chose to serve their fellow Americans.

Thank a Veteran.