Dad had some skin cancers on his face neck. He had heard about a man in Saint Anthony, Idaho who could remove them. So on his way to Montana he stopped there and they were removed. It was an herb remedy that this man had gotten from the Indians. It was applied in the form of a poultice and after a few days, when the poultice was removed, the cancers came with it. Dad had them in a bottle, roots and all. He had been given a jar of black salve to apply where the cancers had come out. He had some of it for a long time and it would heal any kind of wound or sore. Dad was sick from the treatment for a week or so. He went back for more treatments a couple of times, then he seemed to be all right.
Mother, Verda and Mary Galloway, Hugh’s wife, came up on the rain. The wind and dust was blowing very hard when they arrived and Mother cried. She never learned to like Montana. Her heart kind of stayed in Idaho. She would get homesick every once in a while and Dad would let her go back to visit with her relatives, since Verda was old enough to cook for the rest of us. Sometimes Dad would go with her. Several times Emerson went with her as well as Verda a few times and Walter, also. Francis went back to Idaho to work sometimes, but I never did get to go back and I really wanted to.
We got seed potatoes and other things to Zurich and put in a crop. Francis had a girl he liked in Idaho so he went back and worked there that summer. I thinned 15 acres of beets, mostly alone and it was very hard work.
A brother Barnes of Chinook was a field agent for the Utah Idaho Sugar Company. He came out to see us right after we got there and signed us for our beet acreage and found out that we were members of the Church. He told us they held meetings in Zurich. We tried to be there as often as we could. Winfield Hurst was the branch president and was a fine president.
I was asked to teach a class in Sunday School which I enjoyed very much. The students were thirteen and fourteen years old. Emerson was in my class. We weren’t there very long when I was asked to give a talk in Sacrament Meeting. I know our Heavenly Father helped me because it was one of the best talks I ever gave on faith and works.
We had all been going to Church in Zurich, but it was quite a ways to go so in the summer of 1925, the members from Chinook decided to organize a branch there. They had received permission from the Mission President and with his help they formed the Chinook Branch. In order to have a song books it was decided that each member was to bring a dollar to the meeting.
I had thinned a lot of beets for Dad, but he had so much expenses that he couldn’t pay me. I had worked for another man, too, but he couldn’t pay me either. I felt so bad that I couldn’t raise even one dollar. I was walking along to Church the next Sunday, with my head down and feeling really bad about it. The road was freshly graveled; in fact there were piles of gravel that hadn’t been spread out yet. I glanced to the side and there on top of one of those piles was a brand new shiny silver dollar. It was almost impossibility for anyone to have lost it there by heavenly means for me in my hour of need. I picked it up and went on my way rejoicing and was able to do my part in buying the hymn books.
To be continued…