NEW QUESTION

What is your favorite Christmas (or another holiday) tradition that you learned from your parents and still use in your own families?

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Dear Family and Friends:

I thought I had better drop you off a line and explain what is going on with me.
As you know, I had corpal Tunnel Surgery On Oct 1, 2008. I got a long with the surgery really well. I went in on the following Monday to see the Dr. and we re-dressed the wound, and everything was going really well. However, on Saturday the 11th we took Dave to Dinner for his birthday. We were sitting in Dave' car giving him a present. He left and Dolores and I got into her car to go home. Of a Sudden the pain hit really hard. So we went to the emergency room. My hand was really red and swollen around the wound. My surgeon was not available, of course, so His partner came. She determined that if it were an infection the stitches would have to come out. The wound was so swollen that she had to dig deep for every stich. I thought I would die. But I did get even with her. They wanted to take a Culture of the wound to see if there was and what kind of infection there was. As soon as she touched the swab to the wound, it exploded. Blood went everywhere. All down the front of her beautiful sweater, all over the ceiling the walls. It was a mess.
I went back to see my surgeon on Monday. He re-dressed it and sent me back to the LDS Hospital wound care. They poked and proded etc. Miserable. I wnet back in on wednesday, all was still doing well. When we went back in in Friday My hand was swollen and the red was moving up my arm. You should have seen all of the Drs. that came piling into the room then. 2 from infectious Deasese. A Cardiologist and through the week several others. They decided to admit me to the Hospital. I was there for the next 5 days. They began and IV drip of Cannocylin(sp) Highest dose of antibiotic you can get. It is only givien through and IV. Every day during the 5 day stay I was prpared for surgery. And everyday the Dr would keep saying well, let wait and see. The first surgery they gave me was a Local. But he said that if they had to opporate again It would have to be General and that with my heart it would be a last resort. Well, with the blessiings of the Lord in a couple of day the swelling began to leave. And I also left the Hospital with a Pick line. I still have 7 more days of out-patient treatment. I go every morning and they hookme up to an IV. It takes about 2 hrs. I still have to go to wound care. I am thankful tha I still have the use of my hand. Thank you all for your prayers on my behalf
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Ancestor Interview

If you could ask 10 questions of any ancestor that you would like to who would it be, why and what questions would you ask?

There are many ancestors I would want to meet and talk to but the one I would choose first would have to be the obvious one, William Robert Donohoo.

My 10 questions would have to be:
1 Who were your parents and grandparents?
2 When and where were they born?
3 Did you have any brothers & Sisters?
4 What are their names and birth dates?
5 Where were you born?
6 What stories can you remember about your ancestors?
7 How did you meet Polly?
8 Did you have a good relationship with her family?
9 Tell some stories about your family and life in Hardin County.
10Do you have any advise or words of wisdom for to pass on to your progeny in 2008?

NEW QUESTION

If you could ask 10 questions of any ancestor that you would like to who would it be, why and what questions would you ask?

Bullock Bingo

I was hoping someone else would post this reunion story, but I can't resist any longer.
This comes from the last reunion we held at the Uinta Family Youth Camp in 2001.
One of the games we played was Bullock Bingo. I made up a lot of bingo cards with pictures of Bullock ancestors, and current family members.
We had played a few rounds and had fun. During the last game we played. Dick Hinchcliff's card was pulled. Uncle David shouted "I don't have a Dick".

Road Trips

A lot of the reunions blend together for me and I don't recall any great highlights, but I have vivid memories of the family road trips in the bottom of the line vans that mom and dad always seemed to have. No A/C, no carpet, no head liner and vinyl seats. Yes sir, we were real pioneers heading off across country with the little tent trailer sailing along behind us. Even without all the creature comforts, the 6 walkers made our way from Northborough, Massachusetts all the way to Utah, Arizona or where ever we ended up in between with a song and a 500 mile daily game of letter search, it seemed much harder to get all the way through the alphabet back then than when I play the same game with my kids today. Mom always had fruit, a cooler full of ice water, fresh from the camp ground hose, from where-ever the stop was we were leaving that day (we would never do that today) and a selection of munchies, fresh fruit, and other snacks available for the asking.
Now I am sure there were some arguements and some dis-cord at the end of the days long hot journey, but I can't remember any, I just remember setting up camp and swimming in the camp ground pools, and sitting by the campfire before bed, then the whole family crowding into the tent trailer for the night.
Each morning we would get up, have breakfast and pack up the camp, get the trailer hooked back up to the van, and checking the trailer lights - EVERY DAY - before leaving for that days adventure.
Yeah, it wasn't ever the destination that I remember most but the journey to get there and back again. Truly something a lot of you missed on the short hop to the reunions.

Donohoo Reunion at Harold & Muriel Graham's in Mt View, WY

One of the earliest memories I have of attending a family reunion was in 1968.
That was the year we all camped up in Logan canyon. It was the first time I had ever met most of my cousins, except Cindy, Dee & Lynn. We ran and played and got to know each other. Steve was a new baby and Shari was a toddler and I loved babies so I was very happy.
During the time we were together we went to a Donohoo Family Reunion in Mountain View. I don't remember a lot of the people that were there, I was still too young to take much note of the strange adults that were there.
Towards evening I was playing out on the road with some of the other kids when Harold brought his cows in to be milked. I had never been that close to a cow, it was amazing and frightening at the same time.

September Topic - Family Gatherings

Share a favorite memory of/from a family reunion or family party. Ask your kids to share a memory also if they are too young to add one themselves.

Talk amongst yourselves.

ELLA MAE'S RECOLLECTIONS OF MARY

ELLA MAE ' S RECOLLECTIONS

Mother had to quit school. She went back to nursing school later for two years and had to quit again because of her eyes. The nurses training really came in handy in later years, it saved our lives many a day and also helped the neighbors alot in time of illness. When Dad got gored by the bull when we were kids she knew what to do for his concussion that he laid in bed for six weeks with . We finally had to tell him that nothing was getting done, the chores weren't getting done and everything was going to pot and he got up and did his chores again. Another time was when we were all sick with something, with all the childhood diseases and she knew what to do to bring us out of our difficulties. One of our neighbor's babies had convulsions and they didn'tknow what to do for that, she would go up and she knew what to do. With the whooping cough,she knew enough to take David outside when it was warm and give him some fresh air, where two or three other babies died of it,. This all happened in North Logan in the thirties.She got married to Dewey Donohoo who lived in Lonetree and grew up with her and he was about 5 yrs older than she was, They were married Sept. 21, 1923 in Evanston, WY. They lived in Lonetree for awhile. When she was pregnant with her first child she went to Ogden to be with her mother for his birth and that was Adelbert Ross and Dad went down later and brought her home and that summer they moved to West Yellowstone and lived there for a year. While they were Ross ran away one day and he was eight blocks away from home when they finally caught him.Two and a half years later she was expecting another baby. For this baby too she was going to Ogden. They left a month early to take her down by car on the way they got into a rear end collision and it sent her into labor and her second child, Ella Mae, was born a month early. This baby was due on her father's birthday, May 9th. and she had me in her sister Irene's home on April 9th, where she stayed for several weeks. That summer they stayed on the ranch inLonetree. Later they moved to LaPoint in Utah on the Indian reservation and they lived one winter and Dad worked in the coal mines setting dynamite for blasting and while they were there another baby was born and that was Barbara Ann, When she was only three months old Dad got into a coal mine explosion and blew his left eye out and damaged one side off his face,he was sent to Denver to the Veterans Hospital This left Mother with chores to do and three small children to care for, Ross was five, Ella Mae was two and a half years old and Barbara was just three months old. She had to leave three little kids in the house by themselves while she went out and did the chores. This is where her and Aunt Ella {Donohoo} got into a big fight. We don't what that was about but it had something to do with the church and they didn't speak to each again for years . From LaPoint we moved to Logan in Cache Valley Utah. Ross was six, I was three and a half and Barbara was 11 months old. When we first moved here we lived on 4th west across the street from the canal. We had a big dog named Buck who was a really good watch dog with babies. When Barbara would try to cross the street to get to the canal he would walk in front ofher and not let her cross the street and she would scream until somebody would come and get her. Also when we lived there I real speech problems and couldn't talk plain and it was at this house that one day Mary was visiting the neighbors and left her washing machine running.Ross decided he was going to help, he decided he was going to put the clothes through the wringer for her, instead of the clothes going through the wringer his arm went through the wringer and caught on his shoulder. It went round and round, he was screaming and he sent me next to get Mother I couldn't talk and was also hysterical and tried to get me to go home and she kept telling me to go home . I wouldn't and kept on screaming. Finally I made her understand and she went and released the wringer and got Ross's arm out of the wringer, the wringer didn't fit tight and that saved his arm.We moved down below the railroad tracks next, Mary had a miscarriage . we lived there only three months and moved to the house on 5th west and 1st south , this is where we met Ruth and Lavor Allen. When we first met them they were really poor and didn't have any food or any place to live. The way they were living was they were taking coal and kindling door to door to get enough money to eat . So Dewey and Mary took them in that winter. Ruth was pregnant with their first child -Donna-and Mary was pregnant with David, Mary didn't know if she could carry this baby through because of the miscarriage she had just had, Ruth and Lavor stayed all that winter and they worked out an arrangement, Mary would help Ruth with her pregnancy if Ruth would help Mary with hers. In May Donna was born, and in December Mary had David. She had a doctor come and look at her and he never came back, so Ruth delivered this little baby who had no openings in his nose and took care of a very sick mother. She was down for quite a while.
When we were in the first house we all had whooping cough, including Mary, which was the beginning of the childhood diseases. Somehow along the way she missed having all those diseases. One year Ella Mae brought home the measles and she tried to get Ross to stay home with her and he wouldn't. David was a small baby at the time and Mary David and Barbara came down with the measles at the same time. At that time there was a really bad earthquake in Logan and Mary and David were in bed with the measles and the bed started shaking, Mary said " Barbara ,will you stop shaking my bed. Barbara wasn't even in the room. Before then Barbara had a pneumonia really bad and Mary saved her with her nurses training. Bistlines' were our very good friends at the time and whenever we needed help would go to their house and Jenny would help . When David was delivered , Lila , Ruth's sister was supposed to take care of us kids and tend us, she took us out of the house so fast ,that I got hysterical and screamed and screamed, " I want my mother." Jenny Bistline came to her rescue and took me to her house until the baby was born. I thought I had lost my mother for sure that time.Ross was eight years old was baptized. Dad was still not a member of the church and he was baptized two months after Ross .Then we moved to North Logan , to an old house without a bathroom or running water or any other conveniences. We had to haul water from outside to wash in and had an outhouse that we had all the time. We all had the mumps while we were in this house, including Mary. The years in North Logan were really hard because we were in the depths of the depression and Dewey got a thirteen dollar a month pension from the government and we paid ten dollars a month for rent, so Mary really had to work hard to keep us alive. She was an excellent seamstress so she could sew for us. She also canned lots of things . We grew a garden and canned everything. We had fruit trees in the backyard, apple ,cherry, and plum trees and she canned all that. What she couldn't can she traded with the neighbors and she 'd sew for their children so she could get the food she needed to feed us during the winter. Uncle Ray Hinchcliff brought us a herd of cows from Ogden for us to raise on the farm we where we were living. They were purebred Jersey's and we kept them for several years and took care of them and that gave us milk. Mary made cheese and butter and sold butter and cream in Logan for a few years.One of the worst things that happened to us in North Logan was getting scarlet fever.Dewey got it first and had it very light. Then the rest of the family came down with it including Mary. We had five us in bed with it at the same time . During the time we were all down and very sick Dad read to us. He got books from the library and read to us to help pass the time. We were in quarantine for six weeks. We were all very sick and each of us had after effects to go with the disease. Mary had a severe case of rheumatism, Ross had infected ears, Barbara had a big abscess on her neck, I had complications which were more severe and was in bed the rest of the winter and missed a year of school. Ross and Barbara finally got back to school. Ross passed that year but Barbara and I both stayed back a year.Some summers when we lived in North Logan we went to Uncle Will Donohoo's house in Sandy where they lived on a fruit farm with lots of trees and we could run and play inthe orchard .Their kids ran barefoot over the sand burrs and we wore our shoes. We would sleep out and we had a good time running in and out of the house. We always had good times there.Uncle Neal lived in Sandy and had a girlfriend no far away. That was Aunt Lillian who he latermarried. He would take us to her house and she would bake cookies for us and that was way out in the country and we had good times there also Once when were small we went out to Lonetree. We had an old Model A Ford and we would chug up to the top of the hills and stop and wait for the car to cool down and then coast downthe hill on the other side. That's the way we got out there. We stopped at Uncle Neal's house the first night and stayed overnight in Mountain View and the next day we went over to Lonetree to Uncle Gid's house and then over to Uncle Alan's and then we went to Uncle Owen's. While we were at Uncle Owen's there was a real bad cloud-burst . It flooded Uncle Gid's house and also Uncle Alan's. It didn't hurt Uncle Owen's house as he was on higher ground. We stayed a few more days. We also spent some time with Uncle Edgar and his family and enjoyed them. On the way home the flood had gone a long ways down into Utah, and Echo Canyon had a mud slideand we had a hard time getting to Uncle Will's house where we stayed overnight . When we got to Willard it was really flooded. The road was gone. We had to go around the mountain on a make shift road until we got to Brigham City and then we could get home. The road through Sardine Canyon went around the edge of the mountain and was very narrow and you could lookdown into Brigham City, It wound round and round the mountain until it came down into Wellsville. It took hours in those days where now it takes 15 minutes. That used to be a scary ride, we were afraid another car would come along and force us off the road and we'd roll down the mountain. In the summers we always did alot of picnicking and at night we played lots of games with all the neighborhood kids, like " Run Sheep Run" ,and "Hide and Go Seek". Also in the summersthe farmers would get together and hay and the wives would cook a big meal. We used to go upto the Gilgens to eat. Mother and two or three other neighbors would help.The Gilgens were a very special family in our lives. They lived just of us when we moved toNorth Logan. They were really good to us. We always played up there a lot with their kids who were close to our ages. Mrs. Gilgen helped Mother a lot with us kids. She would get our food.They would slaughter a pig for us winter. It was our pig and they'd help Dad slaughter it. They were very special in our lives and taught us kids a lot of good principles to grow by. Mother was very talented. She crocheted a lot and did beautiful handwork She was also a very good cook and could make excellent food on a cook stove. People always looked forward to her cooking and because of the frustration she had trying to raise four kids without any money and with all the illnesses she had, she was quite short tempered, but she was a very good motherand a very good person. She taught us the right things to do . She was the only active member of the church in her family and she taught us the right principles, and she was a good example. She was also a good friend and would help other people. No one ever knocked at our door at mealtime that another plate was not put on the table and the person invited to eat whether we knew them or not. When we had scarlet fever so many of the neighbors would bring us food.They would leave it outside every night for supper because everyone was in and we couldn't go to the store.The church at that time was a little one room rock church and we all went to church there. Mother was always active and always did the things she was to do and did them cheerfully. When she was younger she had hair long enough to sit on. We used to comb it and braid it for her. When we washed the clothes, we had to boil the water on the stove and washed our clothes and hang everything out on the line. We washed every two weeks because it was too hard to do it oftener. In summer I remember thousands of bottles of fruit, canned and put in the basement so we 'd have food for winter. Sometime during this time Ross got into an accident and a horse stepped on his leg and cut open from the ankle to the knee. He was in the hospital and it was Barbara's birthday. Mother had told her she could have a party, So Barbara and Ella Mae went and invited the kids to the party . Mary was at the hospital with Ross, so Ruth Allen had to come out and give the party. It was fun even though it was bad April when I finally got out of bed and could finally get around again. Mary gave me a birthday party too. We had apretty good time. Each of us got one birthday party growing up. The only time we went to the Dr.was if something was pretty bad, Otherwise, Mary would take care of the problem. Her nursing training was always coming in handy during our growing up years.We were in North Logan for eight years and during this time our parents went though theTemple and took their four older kids to be sealed to them, that was a really special occasion .We lived in one house for six years and moved down west of town for two years, when we lived in that house we always played " Anti-I-Over" Also in that house was where we were living when Eldon was born, and a year later we moved back to Logan. We really enjoyed living in town after living out in the country for so long. Ross joined the service and was gone, Ella Mae was in the 9th grade, Barbara was in the 7th grade and David was in 2nd grade and Eldon was14 mos. old. It was a big adjustment coming from where there were only four rooms and eightgrades and all the kids were the same every year and rarely any new kids ever came . These were also good years as Dad was working at second St. in Ogden at the Army Supply Depotand Mary wasn't feeling too good even this early in the year. About a year later Karen was born and Mary was feeling even worse then because she wasn't even strong anymore. But we still enjoyed our years in Logan. We lived near the bus line and she could ride the bus to town andpay her bills and come home again. She enjoyed this,.When Karen was nineteen months old , Mary's Gallbladder burst and she died leaving her small family . I'm sure it was hard for her to go but it was time for to go to her calling. While Mother was in North Logan she taught Primary alot. The trekkers were the ten year old boys,and she taught them for several years. She was also Secretary Of the Primary for some years. She was Secretary of the Daughters Of The Utah Pioneers which we all liked very much. When the would have mother/daughter days they would make everything fancy with fancy dishes and cups, punch and mints and nuts which were real treats for us because we hardly ever got those things. Our Christmas's were really fun. Mother worked really hard to get enough money to buy us Christmas , but we always had really good food to eat. The Allens always hadChristmas with us and we had good times. We always had games to play. It seem like that Gramma Bullock always sent Ross a game, the same one our parents had just bought for us, so we always had two of the same game, so we played a lot of games on Christmas. In the summer we'd go up to Blacksmith Fork Canyon and camp for a few days. TheBisline,s lived in North Logan at that time and the Allens lived in Logan and when we got the two of them together there was always trouble because the Bislines were always on time and theAllen's were always late. One year we went up the canyon with the Allens and the Bislines and John Bisline got so mad he just left and the Allens were two hours later as usual. We went up and they were putting water pipes in the canyon to carry water to the valley. The kids all were rolling in the pipe and Barbara rolled it over her foot. Also the river was real high that summer and Mother, Ruth and Jenny went wading and fell down and spent the rest of the afternoon wrapped in blankets trying to get their clothes dry enough to put on again.Gramma Bullock came to visit us once while we in North Logan , we went up the canyon and it was the only time all summer it rained. The Workman's, Germ and Palette moved toSmithfield at this time and they were a real treat for they were the only relatives we ever lived close to and we enjoyed going places with them. Mother and Dad liked to dance and went dancing with a group in North Logan a lot, in fact they were in the North Logan dance before we moved out there . Mother had lots of good friends and did lots of good things. With all her hardships she managed to keep us clothed and fed and taken care of . Dad was our friend and pal and he would take us to the ball games . We went to all the plays put on in North Logan, and went to a lot of the plays they put at the college. She taught me to crochet and embroidery at a young age , a lot of this was because I was sick so much in those early years and couldn't do an awful lot so she taught me those things to keep me busy and she was my room-mother in school the first year I went back to school after being so sick and that was really fun because she always came to school and baked delicious cookies and that really made me special to the other kids in school because she was my mother. Room-mothers were always special people to the other kids in school and their kids were special too. Later after the two little kids were born I would come home early from school so she could go to town, but it seems like she was always doing things for me and was always there to listen to me when I had a problem and she would help me with them. One time she came to parents day at school when I was at Logan High and at that time all of us in high school had late babies and that's what we talked about and she brought Karen with her and that was really something to be able to show little brothers and sisters to the rest of the school. One time I brought a friend home and she baked cookies and brought up to us in my room. She made our clothes for us so we would have nice things to wear. It was a real blow to us when she died and left us alone.

MARY BULLOCK

MY LIFE STORYMARY BULLOCK

There was a little four room log house with a dirt roof on a ranch in the North Eastern corner ofUtah. The Utah- Wyoming Line was about a quarter mile below this little house. The post office was about seven miles below this house, it was called Lonetree, it was located in the state of Wyoming, and in the county of Uintah. In this little house on the 30th day of Januaryin the year of 1903, lay a mother tired and weary with only an old mid-wife to care for her, soon Mister Stork flew over and dropped a wee bundle which turned out to be me. I was the tenth baby to come to this home., there were four sisters and three brothers waiting for my arrival.There was one baby brother and sister who had been called back to our Father in Heaven tomake their home.

The Isaac Bullock Jr Family, Mary is holding the doll

I was the daughter of Isaac Bullock Jr. who was born at Fort Supply Wyoming onSeptember 19,1857, his father Isaac Bullock Sr. was president of a company of settlers who had been sent there by President Brigham Young. When my father was eight days old a messenger brought word that Johnson's Army was coming, so they burned the Fort and put my father and his mother, who was Mary Alice Bullock into a covered wagon and drove toProvo, Utah My mother. was Mary Alice Webb, daughter of Pardon Webb and Clarissa Jane Lee. She was born June 1st 1859, at Payson Utah , Her parents started with one of the first companies of pioneers to cross the plains, but stopped at Winter Quarters to make wagons as Pardon was a very good Wheel Wright, They arrived in Utah in 1848.There was no church at Lonetree so I was a big girl before I was blessed. I must have been five or six years old, but I can remember it. My mother took me to Provo Utah to visit my grandmother, and I can remember of going to church and of two or three men taking up on the stand and I knelt down on the stand and I was sure frightened when the men laid their hands on my head.I was baptized when I was sixteen years old. I was living in Ogden Utah going to school, so when they set a day for baptism work I got a recommend and went. It was done in the 1st ward of Ogden , each ward had their own fount where they did baptisms for their ward. I was baptized on the 23rd day of Oct. in the year of 1919, by Frank E. Newman, and confirmed the same day by William E. Newman. I will never forget what a thrill it gave me when the brothers laid their hands on my head to confirm the gift of the Holy Ghost on me it seemed as if I was being transformed. The little community got its name Lonetree from a big cottonwood tree that stood alone right close to where the first Post offfice building stood.The town was made up of one general store and the post office. With H.J. Gregory the caretakers home in the rear of the building, and a school house and dance hall in one In the early days there was a saloon there but I do not remember that. For a good many years there was just one teacher for all eight grades. This was the first school I attended, part of the time I rode the seven miles horseback, and part of the time I would board with some of the neighbors who lived closer to school, then when was the coldest I would try to stay home and study but that did not work so well. Then when I was in about the 3rd grade I went to live in Lyman Wyo. which was 25 miles from my home . At the home of Jim Phelps, an old bachelor, who was very dear friend of ours, his niece and her family lived with him, they were very good to me. The next two years I boarded with friends at Lonetree and went to school. One of my brothers would come on his horse and get me Friday night and take me home, and then he would take me back to the place I was boarding either Sunday night or Monday morning.When I was in the sixth grade I went back to Lyman to school. I went to live with my sister who with husband was working for Jim Phelps. I only went about a half a year that year, that year they had some trouble with the teacher and they without a sixth grade the rest of the year. The next four years I went to Ogden Utah to school part of the time I lived with my sister and part of the time Mother and I rented a furnished room. I skipped the half of the sixth grade and all of the seventh and went into the eight ,and from there into High school. It sure made me work to get by. I was started into the last year of high school when my eyes got so bad that the Dr.told me I would have to quit school or I would go blind.My earliest childhood memories was going with my brothers to feed the cattle on the ranch.The home ranch had 200 acres of land then. Father had what was known as the Poison Creek ranch , there was about 360 acres in it .We would go either in a wagon or shield . We would haul out and feed about two or three big loads of hay to cows and calves which were most always kept on Poison Creek ranch.

Mary age 3

Mary age 3

There was a large grove of pine trees on our home ranch and Father had a large beef pen in there. He would stack a large stack of the best hay there, then every winter he would have two or three hundred head of beef steers in there which were fed all they could eat , then in the Spring they would drive them to the railroad station which was about 45 miles away ,there they were loaded on the train and shipped to -------where they were sold.My two brothers and one sister just older than I loved to tease and frighten me . Our home was surrounded by large willow brush and it was so thick in some places that we could not hardly get through it, There was lots of wild animals around there, so they would take me out in the brush and then would run away and leave me and tell me the bears or cats were going to get me. They had me so I wouldn't step out off the after dark.We had many happy days in the summer time , when all the neighbors would go together up to the creeks to spend the day. There was very good fishing in the creeks in those days.There would be a bunch of the best fishermen go on ahead and they would be back in camp about noon with a large bunch of fish, while the fish was being cleaned some of the older men would build a good campfire, soon the would be frying and then a large table would be spread on the ground ,then what a feast we would have.

Isaac Bullock with Mary, Irene facing backward

I will now have to relate an incident which I still laugh about every time I think about it. I was about twelve years old , it was in haying time and we had large bunches of hay men , so we had a tent pitched up above the house in the brush for them to sleep in .One night we were all going to Lonetree to a dance , so I was going in the buggy with my older brother and his wife and it was such a awful dark stormy night ,they wanted the flash light so they asked me to go to the tent and get it , one of the men had heard them asking for it so he had gone to find it without saying a word to anyone . Just about the time I reached the tent he lit a match, and he was a big fellow about six feet tall, well that nearly froze me in my tracks, but I kept going on, I just as I got to the tent door and started to go in he lit another match ,well that was just too much, he looked just like some real monster. I let out one scream and started to run and he not knowing what was the trouble he started to run after me, and that made it all the worst. I never stopped screaming till I reached the house. The folks said I was so white they could see me in the dark and the fellow was as frightened as I was, and you bet that was the last time they got me to go to that tent after dark .

The first accident I can remember of was when I was about four years old. We had a big white top buggy, we went some place and Mother stopped to call on someone who was sick and left my brother and I in the buggy something happened and the team run away with us. I was thrown out of the buggy but not hurt bad. My father had a large shed where he kept his wagons and {mac or wac} when he was not using it he would tie the wagon tongue up to the roof, we kids would climb up on them and swing. Father had told me a dozen times to stop doing it or I would get hurt but I kept on, so one day when I was doing the rope that was holding it up broke and down I came with the wagon tongue across my back, my friend who was with me had to run and get someone to lift it off of me , that was a lesson to me.One day a girl friend and I was riding a old white horse of ours ,we were going through a mud hole when the saddle turned and we both fell off in the mud head first, and we both had long hair and it was just full of mud, when I fell I hit my hip on a rock , it got so bad I couldn't walk and the old horse didn't want to go till we got back on him , so we had quite a time getting home.When my mother saw us she said she didn't know if we were worth cleaning or not . But she put us in a tub of water and soon had us clean again , but I wasn't able to walk on my leg for nearly a week.Then one day trying to corral our horses and the horse I was riding run into the barbed wire fence and cut my leg.I have taken many a fall off a horse, but I believe the funniest experience I ever had was one night in the summer of 1923, I was working for my sister in law , helping her cook for the hay men. Dewey came to get me to go to the dance, so I was riding one of my brother's horses and he was sure a slow hard thing to ride, so one of the others came along on a mule and we got to kidding about the horse I was riding so he dared me to trade with him, so I took him up .We started to lope up and Dewey's horse could go much faster than I could on the old mule, so Iwas left behind, the first thing I knew the old mule fell and I took a somersault over his head,when I got myself up I could see where I was at , I found myself laying flat on my stomach with my arms stretched out in front of , under the mules stomach . I sure expected to have my head kicked off. Buy I didn't get hurt only my face scratched up a bit. I soon got straightened up and went on to the dance I never had much opportunity to go to church when I was a youngster . When I lived in Lyman and went to school I got to go once in a while, but the folks I lived with were Pres. so Iwent with them most of the time. My mother was a good L.D.S. woman so she taught me all the main principles of the church, she had taught me to pray and to have faith. We tried at different time to start a Sunday School at Lonetree but it never worked out for long at a time.

In July 1916 my father died. I was just thirteen years old then. The following year in 1917 my one sister and two brothers were married , so that left Mother and I alone, so in the Fall of 1918 Mother and I moved to Ogden, Utah to live so I could go to school. It was then I really started to go to church. I never went to Sunday School as much as I did evening meetings and M.I.A.meetings. Mother and I lived together in Ogden in the winter and on the ranch in Summer until 1923 when I was married.

My favorite sport and amusements when I was young was horseback riding, hiking, fishing, and dancing. During the winter and summer of 1917-1918 when the boys were going to the army a bunch of we girls, about 14 in all formed what we called the "Busters Club." We gave all the farewell parties and dances that were had. Just the members of our club would go on hikes and picnics and what a time we would have. Just a couple of years before Father died he and Mother built them a new home, but Father never got to enjoy much of it. Our big job at home was haying time, I would help some with the cooking and house work, but it seemed like it was always hard to get enough help, so I would go out in the field to help. Iwould drive a team on the wagon, when we used the old hay loader or stacker team after westarted to use the push rakes.

Mary & Dewey



Dewey and I went together for about two years. We were married in the fall of 1923. We moved around a lot and lived in many different places.

Mary with Ella Mae & Barbara Just before Karen was born

Mary (far Right) with her Brothers & Sisters 1940
at their Mother's funeral

There's something about Mary!

We all love Dewey, but few of us got to meet and know the other half of the grandparents, Mary Bullock, What can you teach us about Mary. I have heard so little in my life about her.

More Pictures Of Grandpa

The Last Family Picture With Grandpa

Back Barbara, David, Ross, Ella Mae
Front Karen, Grandpa, Eldon

G Grandpa

About 1960

Back Eldon, David, Ross

Front Ella Mae, Barbara, Grandpa, Karen

Mary Bullock & Dewey Donohoo

Grandma & Grandpa

Letter from Grandpa Donohoo

This is an excerpt from a letter from My Dad, Dewey Donohoo, to Dolores' Mother and Dad, Lavor and Ruth Allen.December 19,1968I had a good trip down. It wasn't cold untlil I got to this side of Flagstaff. I didn't hit any storm. The truck run good so I rolled right along. I stayed at Gunnison the first night at a motel. It cost five dollars and was real nice. The Second night I just pulled off the side of the road and camped. I was tired so went to sleep and didn't get up until eight. When I looked out I found I had stopped right where they were doing road construction so hurried and got gone before the gang came.

Grandpa and Charlie

Charlie was a toy poodle that seemed to be more human than animal. He was very tiny when we got him, but very full of energy. He was a mischievous dog (if one exists) that seemed to delight in teasing. One summer night we had a group of friends to our home for dinner. It was a warm evening, and we had the doors and windows open. Suddenly we heard "You son of a bitch," coming from the front yard. My wife Dolores and I just looked at each other when we heard these words. We kind of hoped we wouldn't hear them again. Our guests smiled as they looked at us, enjoying our discomfort. Again, we heard, "You son of a bitch." This happened several more times until finally we couldn't stand it anymore. We had to find out what was going on. We went to the front door and looked out. There we saw my dad (Dewey Donohoo) and Charlie walking around the front lawn, Charlie in front and Dad following behind. Charlie would stop walking and sit down. just as my dad would reach out to pick him up, Charlie would get up and move just out of his reach and sit down again. Every time this would happen my dad would say, "You son of a bitch." Eventually, Dad caught his little friend (they adored each other) and brought him into the house. Charlie and Dad are both gone now, but when we get lonesome for one or both of them, Dolores and I will smile and retell the story of Charlie and Grandpa Dewey and their walk around our front lawn.

Some Pictures of Grandpa Dewey

Eldon, Ella Mae holding Lynn, Ralph, Grandpa, Cindy & Dee

Grandpa with Marion Hale (Ella Bills)

Grandpa, Ross, Ella Mae, Barbara, David, Eldon, & Karen

Grandpa with Aunt Ella, & Uncle Edgar

Grandpa with Lavor Allen

Back: David, Ralph, Eldon, Dee, Lynn, Grandpa
Front: Dolores, David Gary, Ella Mae

Grandpa, Uncle George, Ross, & Margaret

Grandpa fishing with David David Gary

Grandpa

Grandpa & Lori

Grandpa with Eldon, Karen & Cindy Julson

What do you remember most about Grandpa Dewey?

We'll start with an easy question, because most of us remember Grandpa. For those who didn't get to know him, you can learn about him from these memories and ask questions.

Welcome Family

Welcome everyone. This is a blog for the Donohoos to talk about our family, family history, etc. Hopefully we can all share what we know and maybe even find some of those lost people. Feel free to share memories, ask questions, and include pictures with your posts. There will be questions to answer and things to discuss. Welcome to the world of blogging - for some of you.

To those of you who were brave enough to marry into this family, please feel free to share about your family. We're all in this together, so we might as well get to know other people as well. Our family histories have merged.