SOME MEMORIES OF MY BROTHER CLIFFORD K. HEATON
by
C. Leonard Heaton
My first recollection of my brother Clifford was when we were living in the old home. Father
and Mother were standing beside a small bed on the south side of the fireplace holding the baby as he
twisted and turned and cried in pain. I remember the worried expression on Mother's face. I "asked what
was the matter" and was told Clifford was very sick. At the time, I did not know his trouble, but I heard
Father say that Clifford should've been dead; as a child seldom lived after it had suffered three very
severe convulsions as he had, and that we were very lucky to have him with us now.
Clifford K. Heaton
Whether it was his sickness as a child, I do not know, but Mother seemed more concerned about
him than we other children. To keep him from getting hurt when at play or work she told me to watch
him more. He seemed to like playing by himself when small. He did have a quick temper that exploded
into violence and action, but almost as quickly subsided and was forgotten.
O. F. COLVIN
Clifford would become attached to anyone who showed him kindness, especially men. There are
two men I will mention. Brother O. F. Colvin was working for Grandfather, caring for the Pipe Spring
Cattle Ranch, and at times would come to Moccasin to help on the farm. Clifford would follow
him around in his work. We had a ditch of water running by our barn into the round reservoir and at one
place was a small fall in the ditch. As the men were unloading hay or doing other jobs about the
barnyard, Clifford and Richard would be playing in the ditch of water floating cobs and boards down the
stream. Brother Colvin seeing them at play thought of something more interesting for the boys. About
two weeks later he came up from Pipe and asked Clifford to come to the barn as he needed his help to
put a water wheel in the ditch.
Brother Colvin had made a wooden water wheel about like this: it was about 12 inches across
and 16 inches long, with eight paddles, set on two uprights on the stream of water. On a small platform
stood a little wooden man Colvin had carved out of a poplar limb. It had arms attached to the wheel
shaft and as the wheel turned the little man seemed to be turning the wheel. On the other end of the
wheel shaft was a hammer that kept going up and down as if pounding a stake into the ground. Clifford
spent hours at this water wheel; and when winter came he took it home and then replaced it at the ditch
the next summer.
ROB COVINGTON
The other man was Rob Covington, a cowboy who rode for the Heaton's. He was an old bachelor
but had a way with children. As Clifford was learning to use a lasso rope to catch sheep, calves, and
horses, it was Uncle Rob who had to fix the lasso just right, make the loop and coil up the rest of the
rope to hold. No one else could do it right, even Dad couldn't do it like Rob, so Clifford would wait till
Rob could fix his rope.
ROCKING HORSE
When Clifford was about three or four years old, Dad and Mom got him a rocking horse that set
on a platform. The horse was of wood painted a light gray with white spots. The horse swung back and
forth which made it look like it was running. Clifford liked to show how fast he could make it go to
anyone who came to see us that Christmas morning. I do not remember who all came, but Clifford was
showing his speed when all of a sudden the horse reeled over backward and landed on top of the rider.
For a while the horse did not travel so fast. We had that horse for years after.
William H. Esplin on Clifford’s Rocking Horse
WILLIAM ESPLIN
William Esplin, my Aunt Kezia Heaton Esplin's boy was Clifford's age and they grew up
together here in Moccasin. William was living with our Grandmother on the hill. It seemed these two
boys were together in most of their activities during the summer, fitting their skills and strength against
each other in racing. Clifford was usually best at it. Throwing rocks at trees, dogs, cats, or anything that
was a good target, or wrestling to determine which one could be claimed the best. One would get the
other on his back and say "You are down." "No, I'm not, my hand is up." Then the one on top would
work the other's hand down. "Now you are down." "No, my foot is off the ground." Again the one on
top would try and put the foot down; but by this time the one on the bottom would get away from being
pinned down and the struggle would start over. The one on the bottom may be on top the next round
going through the same acts. "My head is .off the ground," or "my little finger is up." This would go on
for an hour or so. But they were always trying to out do the other. They were great buddies.
CREAMY
One spring while Father was riding the cattle range on Loco Point between Kanab Creek and
Reef Wash, he came upon an old wild mare that had a newborn yellow colt. As the colt could hardly
walk and was quite small, Father got it on his horse in front of him and brought it home some ten miles
or so and gave it to Clifford. We called it Creamy as it was the color of cream. We also fed it milk from
a bottle for a few weeks. As it grew, it became a nuisance about the house and lot. We tried to keep it
locked out of the lot. One time it tried to jump over' a fence and got its hind leg caught. On getting it out
it twisted the leg so that the hip joint came out of place and never returned to normal. The next summer
the other hind leg got caught between a log and big limb and pulled that hip joint out of place. It was
crippled throughout its long life. But, in spite of all its injuries if became a good tough riding horse on
the cattle range.
THE HORN
One Christmas when Clifford was about five or six years old, he received a horn, trimmed with
red, white and blue braided rope with long tassels, a real prize for any little boy. Father had gone out to
,do the morning chores, and had fed the cows and horses and was just sitting down to milk the cows
when the barn door opened and in came Clifford on the run blowing that new horn as hard as he could.
Of course, this was something the cows and horses were not used to, so out the stable doors and around
the corral they ran not knowing what had happened.
After breakfast, Father hooked the horses, Old Lay and Benny, to a buggy to take Aunt Mandy
Palmer to Pipe Spring where Brother and Sister Colvin lived. While he went in to get Aunt Mandy, he
left the horses standing by the trees in front of the house. When out the kitchen door charged Clifford
blowing his horn. The horses remembering the morning incident at the barn, were gone on the run, down
the road, into the field, over ditches, and under trees all the way down to the lower end of the field
before they stopped. The top of the buggy had been broken by the tree limbs, and Aunt Mandy did not
know if she would dare ride in the buggy behind that team. Clifford was told to be careful of his horn
blowing after that.
LOGS FOR THE ICE HOUSE
After Father returned from his mission, he and Mother decided to build an ice house of pine logs and as
there were quite a lot! of the long leaf pine trees up in the sand hills which was the closest to home. We
with Mother, Jennie, Kezia and Grant went up to start cutting and trimming the trees.
The next week Clifford, Richard and I were sent up to try our luck at getting out the logs. We
were to stay a week. As there was no water where we were camped for the horses, we had to take them
either to Chris' spring or over to Yellow Jacket once a day to water. I would go one day and then
Clifford and Richard would go the next day. Well, one day they wanted to go to Yellow Jacket. There
was a two story ranch house built by Dave Esplin unoccupied at the time. The boys began to explore
around it and saw that the upstairs window was open. So they got a 3/4 inch pipe, stood it up to the
window and proceeded to climb in. They seemed to be a little scared being in an empty house, but
finally wandered downstairs into the room on the ground floor, opened the front door, and looked out
just as the wind blew one of the upstairs doors shut with a bang. They were spooked, shut the front door,
ran up the stairs out the open window, slid down the pipe and ran for the horses and back to our camp in
the sand hills.
THE SKUNK
When Clifford was still going to grade school at Moccasin, the family of Howard Chamberlain
came to live at Moccasin. Their boy Carnell was Clifford's age. They They decided to earn some money
by trapping wild animals: coyotes, bobcats, foxes and skunks. Usually they would be up early before
school to look at their traps close by. One morning they found a skunk in one of the traps and an injured
skunk is not a pleasant animal to be around. In killing and skinning the skunk, these two boys smelled
about as bad as the skunk, and when Carnell got home his mother declared, "Where in the world have
you been? Get out of the house, we can't stand that awful smell." Carnell said, "If you think this is bad
you ought to smell Clifford.” Both boys had to be stripped of their clothes, have a good hot soapy bath
before going to school, and have their clothes buried in wet sand for a week.
BED TIME
Before Father and Mother added the upstairs on their home, the sleeping quarters for we bays,
we were moved about a lot; sometimes on one porch, sometimes another, or our in a tent or in the front
room, depending on company and room. One winter when Clifford was six or seven, he and Richard
were bedded on the north porch part of the time. His evening ritual after getting into bed was to sing the
songs he had learned in school before going to sleep. Sometimes he repeated the same song several
times. We had an old maid school teacher staying with us, Miss Annie Aleaton from Parowan, Utah. His
singing got on her nerves sometimes, and she would make one of the other children go and have him
stop. He would quiet for a while, but soon the songs would be coming again loud and clear until sleep
quieted him.
RUNAWAY SHEEP
There were always sheep on the Moccasin Ranch. After the fields were divided between the
Heaton brothers, Father would keep the few sheep in our corral at night. He let them run on the hill
south of our fields during the day, the Indian land as we called it. If we had some crops planted there the
sheep would be kept in the corral day and night.
One summer afternoon, Clifford, Richard and Freddie Heaton were playing with the sheep in the corral,
roping and riding them, when one of the wildest old ewes jumped over the fence and headed for the
hills. This stopped the fun for the three boys. With their ropes they took after the old ewe to try and get
her back. For the next four or five hours they followed the sheep up and down the hills, up in the
canyon, and over more hill sides. Just before dark they finally caught the sheep on a hillside up in the
canyon about a mile or so. The sheep had given out and Clifford and Richard knew they couldn't get it
home that night. So they tied it to a tree, built a fire of brush and tree limbs to keep away the coyotes
and wild cats, as they thought the sheep would be killed during the night.
Then they headed home tired and hungry, a bit fearful of what Dad and Mother would say to
them for playing with the sheep and letting one get out, and leaving it tied up to a tree so far from home.
Also, for getting home so late, about ten at night.
Well, Aunt LaVern Heaton, Freddie's mother, became very much upset because her boy was
gone and no one knew where he or Clifford or Richard were, except someone who had seen them on the
hill trying to catch the sheep. She came over to Mother's complaining that her boys were no good
because they lead her boy into mischief and such things. She didn't want her boy playing with them
anymore.
When Father and Mother asked Clifford what they had been doing, he told them they had tried to
get Freddie to go home, but he would not go or was afraid to go home alone after they had started up the
canyon. Anyway the three boys did not play together for some time afterwards.
HAULING LUMBER
In the fall of 1916, when Father and Mother decided to remodel their home to make more room
for the growing family. They had a contract with Edward Croft of Orderville for the lumber. He was to
deliver it from the stout sawmill, where our family ranch is now in stout Canyon, to the second dugway
south of Mt. Carmel, and we were to get the lumber from there.
Along about the first week in February the weather was good, hardly any snow that winter of 1916-17,
and Croft had hauled a few loads of lumber to the dugway. So Father, decided I, With Clifford and
Richard and with two teams and wagons, should go get some of the lumber. Clifford and Richard were
driving Old Lay and Benny and I had Susie and Dorothy. We loaded our bedding, grub box and hay on
the running gears and headed for the Orderville dugway early one morning. As the road was partly
frozen, we were able to get to the dugway and the lumber by ,mid-afternoon. We had both wagons
loaded before sundown, so we decided to go a few miles before making camp.
Well, after we got on top of the third dugway, we hit a very sandy part of the road. The loads
were so heavy the horses could only pull the wagons a few rods and then stop and rest. It was getting
past sundown. As I wanted to get over this sand patch before camping, we left the wagon Clifford and
Richard were driving and loaded all our stuff on my wagon and went on about half a mile before
camping.
We cooked our supper, fed the horses, and went to bed. The sky was clear and seemed
completely filled with stars. I remember talking about how brightly the stars shown. I can't remember of
seeing the sky so full of stars as it was that night.
As there was a cool breeze blowing, we pulled the tarp up over our heads and slept soundly until
morning. And to our surprise, when we woke up there was six to eight inches of snow on our bed and a
light snow still falling. Clifford and Richard were somewhat worried about us getting home at all. So
after a good hot breakfast, we went back and tried to get the wagon, but the horses could not pull the
load.
We then unloaded about one-third of the lumber and came on to where we had camped, then hooked
onto my wagon, and started for home 30 miles away. We had gone only a short way when my team
could not pull the load, so we unloaded a third of my lumber and tried going on about a mile further. I
decided if we were to get home that night with all the snow on the road, we would have to leave the one
wagon and put all four horses on my wagon. Fixing a bed for Clifford and Richard so they could keep
warm, I wrapped a quilt around me, and started for home with a little over half a load of lumber and six
to 12 inches of snow on the ground. We stopped at Chris' Spring to water the horses and had just gotten
them hitched back onto the wagon and ready to start when Uncle Sterling came from Moccasin, sent out
by Father to find us. From Chris' on, the snow wasn't as deep and we arrived home shortly after dark.
This was the first of several trips we three made that Spring for lumber at the Mt. Carmel dug
way. The two boys, Clifford 11 and Richard 9, driving one wagon and I the other. We would usually
leave Friday morning and hoped to be back Saturday afternoon. When the road was frozen and travel
was easy going and coming, sometimes we could get our load and a few miles on our return, either to
Clay Flat or Yellow Jacket before making camp.
One time, for some reason we did not get going as soon as we should have. We had to camp at
the lumber stack and take our horses to Orderville Creek for water. We only made it back to Cedar
Ridge the next night. About midnight I woke up and saw big black clouds going by. We didn't want to
get caught in another storm, so we got out of bed, hooked up the horses and drove on home some six or
seven miles, getting home about 2:30. In the morning it began to rain. It would have been very hard to
get over part of the road that got very muddy and one hill which even in dry weather is a hard pull for a
team with a load.
SCHOOL AT KANAB
When Clifford went to Kanab to attend high school one year, he boarded with Evem T. Nelson,
the Seminary teacher. He had a very religious family that always knelt down at the table at breakfast and
supper meals. It seems the Nelson's did not have much furniture. They used a small trunk for one of the
chairs at the table, which Clifford usually sat on.
On one of Brother Nelson's visits to Father's home here in Moccasin one Sunday, Father asked
Brother Nelson some questions about Clifford's behavior at school and at home and, if he was behaving
as he should. Brother Nelson replied: "You don't have to worry about Clifford, as he usually turns the
trunk around when we kneel in prayer at meal time."
A RING FOR ANNIE
After I had built the' service station at Pipe Spring National Monument, we would make weekly trips to
Cedar City for station supplies of gas, oil, and groceries. We took turns driving to Cedar City, depending
on what each one was doing.
One trip in the spring when Annie McAllister was teaching school at Moccasin, Clifford wanted
to make the trip, so I gave him the order for the supplies we needed and about $100 in cash and checks
to pay for the truck load of supplies. Clifford made the trip okay, got the supplies, handed me the bills
and receipts and nothing more was said.
About two weeks later, I was surprised to get a statement for things not paid. I had thought I had
sent enough money to pay for everything. When I asked Clifford what become of the $25.00, he said, "I
needed some money for myself." I told him it was alright, but that I wished he would tell me that he
needed money. For some reason I asked what did he use it for, and he hesitated and looked embarrassed
before saying, "I bought a ring for Annie."
SLEEPING IN A TENT
While Father was on his mission Mother thought Clifford and I needed more privacy than we
had on a bed in the living room. Our house had only one bedroom where she, Jennie, and Kezia and
sometimes Richard slept. So she purchased a tent 121 by 121. We made a board floor from 1 x 121_
twelve feet long and made a 1 x 12 baseboard to fasten the tent sides. This was on the south side of the
home about 20 or 30 feet. It was our sleeping quarters for year 1914 and 1915. There was a double bed
and a single couch. We fixed it up real good with pictures, a stand, clothes rack, and other personal
things boys usually collect.
I can remember the winter time as there had been some snow storms and a lot of wind that
must've loosened the 'tent poles and ridge pole. We hadn't noticed it and one particular stormy night
Clifford did not want to go to bed in the tent, saying he was scared that something would happen. We
had company staying with us, "and Mother just couldn't find a bed for him in the house. The \rind died
down about ten p.m. and Clifford slowly went to bed with me. Well, the snow did not stop and some
time during the night the tent poles slowly gave way, laying the ridge pole across the bed from head to
foot, which kept the tent off us. The next morning we were under ten inches of snow and Mother had to
dig us out. When Clifford got out and into the house, he said: "See, I $aid something was going to
happen."
After we had moved the tent from the south side of the house to the east side the three of us slept
there, until we had finished remodeling the home with the four upstairs bedrooms.
CHECKERS
Our Grandfather Delaun M. Cox was an avowed checker player and would challenge anyone to a
round of checkers of five games or more. He became the champion in most contests he entered. This
was a past time entertainment for him as he grew older and visited among his children and grandchildren
after retiring from the honey bee business.
He and Grandma Cox visited here at Moccasin one winter about 1913 or 1914. As I remember
Clifford was about seven or eight years old at the time. One afternoon and evening Grandpa Cox had
engaged most of the family in checker games and had won them all. Just before supper-time no one
would play checkers with him, so he asked Clifford to play him in a game or two. A checker board was
almost a necessity in the home in those times, and we children had checker games almost every night
during the winter; so Clifford knew a little bit about the game.
Well Grandpa gave Clifford his first move. After six or eight moves Clifford took three of
Grandpa's pieces, which surprised Grandpa very much. As the game' progressed Clifford just out-played
Grandpa and won,. the game with three or four pieces remaining.
Grandpa always had to take a few minutes to study his moves to determine the best advantage
before. making the move. Clifford not paying much attention to the board would oft times ask "Where
did you move?" When shown, he would make a quick move and seem to forget the game till his next
move.
Well, being beat the first game Grandpa just had to have a second game with Clifford who was
just a kid.
The board was set up for the game which followed the same pattern to the end with Clifford
winning again with men left on the board.
Grandpa so taken back by two losses he just had to have the third game with Clifford before
supper. So the board was setup the third time. By this time Clifford had about lost all interest in checkers
because we other children were having a lot of fun at another game. Mother had to keep reminding him
to play checkers with Grandpa.
Well at the end of the third game Clifford got the jump on Grandpa and won by one man. I guess
to his dying day Grandpa could not figure out how a seven year old boy could win three games in a row;
he had never been beaten like that in his life.
The only explanation he gave was that Clifford made his moves so fast he could not keep up with
him.
AN M.I.A. STAKE OUTING
One summer about 1916 when Father was Stake Superintendent of the Kanab stake M.I.A.,
together with the Young Women's Presidency, had planned a day's activity at Three Lakes, seven miles
above Kanab. As he could not get away from home to attend, he sent me, Clifford, and Richard to
Kanab on horses Friday afternoon. We stayed with Aunt Charlotte that night._ The next morning two
wagon loads of young people left Kanab for Three Lakes, and ten or fifteen boys on horses went along.
I was riding one horse, Snip, and Clifford and Richard were riding Old Jeff.. At the upper lake
we played several games, went swimming and had a good lunch. We started home about three p.m.
Since father told us to be home Saturday night, we decided to take a shortcut up Cave Lake's Canyon
over into Cottonwood Canyon, going down it to Rigg's flat and on home, instead of riding all the way
back to Kanab then home the usual way. Well, we headed for home not knowing exactly where to go.
When we got to Cave Lakes we stopped and got off the horses to walk up to the cave. Clifford was the
first one to the cave, and seeing something shiny like a 50i piece on the ground about half way into the
cave he went to pick it up.
The water was so clear, you couldn't see it, but could see all the bottom of the lake as if no water
were in it. The first thing Clifford knew he was in cold water up to his waist. We never did find out what
the shiny thing was. So Clifford had to ride the rest of the way home in wet clothes.
From Cave Lakes we went onto Cottonwood Canyon where Brigham Riggs had a cow ranch.
We saw some Indian cliff dwellings, and had a hard time finding our way down the canyon. Part of the
way we followed a road made by early pioneers which went from Orderville to Pipe Springs.
It was nearing sundown when we got to Rigg's flat. We helped our horses pretty much of the rest
of the way home, getting there about dark. Tired from our long day's ride, Clifford told Mother he
wanted to go back to Cave Lakes and get that half dollar.
BUILDING HACK'S CANYON DAM
All the cattle men who ran cows on the Arizona strip between Kaibab Mountain and Hurricane
flat wanted to water their cattle at Hack's canyon. A small dam had been built years ago, but did not hold
enough water to last the summer. So, they decided to make the dam bigger and higher. In 1916 they
built a dam but later that summer a big rainstorm came and took it out. So the next year, about the last of
March, they tried again. I was sent out for the Heaton Brothers at Moccasin to do their chore. Clifford
went along, also Clave Walker, an extra man to do the hard. work that needed doing on the job. Clifford
helped around camp gathering wood or tending the horses, Old Lay and Benny.- As the grass was good
we would hobble them out for the night. I had Clifford and Walker tend to the horses during the
evenings and mornings while I got the supper and breakfast.
During the day Clifford had nothing to do but ride the wagon as we hauled the dirt to build the
dam or go hunt lizards and rats.
One noon, I sent Walker and Clifford to get dinner and told them to put on a pot of dried prunes
to cook. Walker sent Clifford back to ask me how much and told him about what we could eat in two
meals. I don't know what Clifford told Walker. But, when I came in for dinner they had a two gallon
kettle full of half cooked prunes, with a rock on the lid to keep the prunes from running over. Walker
wanted to know what was the matter with the prunes. He did not know dried fruit would more than
double its size when cooked. I got another big kettle, which by the time the prunes were cooked was
also full. We had prunes for three days. Then they soured and we had to throw half of them away.
A few days later we finished the dam, but had some cleanup to do at the spillway and on the
slopes and pond bottom. That afternoon it began to cloud up and there was a fine rainfall. There were
some snow banks up the canyon above the dam, and small streams of water started to run by sundown.
The pond was half full of water and rising fast. About eight p.m. the water was beginning to run out the
overflow. We all felt pretty happy the dam was finished and the pond full of water. Then Clifford who
was standing on the dike cried out and pointed down the back side of the dam, "The dam is leaking."
Sure enough a small stream was coming through the dam. We all ran for our shovels and a team of
horses to scrape dirt into the places the dam was leaking. We stopped several leaks, but finely one
started about.. halfway down the 30 foot dike that we could not stop. About 15 minutes later about one:third of, the dam slide out and was carried down Hack's canyon by the. water we had hoped to have
stored for our cattle the coming summer. The next morning a good size stream was in the pit from
which we ha& hauled the 'dirt to build the dam. There was a bunch of disheartened cow men as we
surveyed the damage and the loss of two weeks' work with some ten teams and wagons and men. We
did not have enough hay and grain for the horses, nor grub for the men to rebuild the dam. By noon all
had left for home. The dam failure was blamed on using dry dirt, for when it got wet on the bottom it
settled causing it to crack and let the water through. We decided that that was also the reason the dam
had' gone out the year before.
Some of the men who worked on the dam beside me were Clave Walker, Clifford, Edward T.
Lamb, Isaiah Meeks, Gene Russell, Lee Esplin, Delbert Riggs, Haycock, Young, Foremaster, and others.
I don't remember now 65 years later.
HELEN GEORGE, CLIFFORD'S INDIAN GIRL FRIEND
Helen George was the daughter of Maggie George, an Indian woman that mother hired for
several years to do the washing and house cleaning once a week. She would bring her two children
Georgie and Helen with her, and we children would play with them. Helen and Clifford were about the
same age and got along very well together. This was when they both were just starting to walk., They
would play in the sand during the summer and in the house on winter days. As they grew older, their
play things became bone animals, corrals, farms, stick horses and dolls. It did not make any difference to
them if one was white and the other red. Whenever Maggie George came up without Helen, Clifford
would always as_ where Helen was; or if Helen came up and Clifford was not around, she would always
ask Mother where Clifford was, and would then go and try and find him. They had so much fun together
until Helen died of some childhood disease at about eight years of age.
CLIFFORD LIVING AT JOE SNOW
The year Father and Mother sent Clifford to St. George to school at the Dixie College/High
School he stayed with Joe Snow and family. The following is what Brother Snow told me sometime
later, when we were visiting. I had also stayed two winters with him while attending High School.
Brother Snow said Clifford was as good as gold, but did not know how to take responsibility as
yet in caring for the farm. But that he could learn. He was so bashful that when two or more girls came
into the room where he was, it wasn't long until Clifford found some excuse to get up and leave and not
come back till the girls had left.
FARM WORK
When Father left for his mission in the Fall of 1913, Uncle Edward Heaton leased our farm for
2/5 of the crops raised. He used the west stable for his milk cow and one horse. Mother and we children
tended the garden and our two or three milk cows the first year. I guess Mother thought I was old
enough, with the help of Clifford and Richard, to manage the farm if we hired the Indians to help with
the haying and getting in the corn in the Fall.
The second summer Father was gone, we took over the farm. Quite a responsibility for a 13 year
old boy and two brothers eight and six years old. I could manage the team in plowing and cutting hay,
but when it came to making the furrows for planting corn, potatoes, and garden stuff, I needed help to
guide the horse, which was usually Old Lay. So it fell to Clifford to ride Old Lay and guide him up and
down the field to make the rows straight. The first half hour or so he would do a good job, then Clifford
would see something off at the field edge and Old Lay would start to pull to one side or the other. Of
course, that made me a bit angry and I had to keep yelling for Clifford to watch where he was going.
Then he would say, "I am tired and want to go home." But we stuck it out and after a fashion we would
get the field furrowed out. Then Clifford and Richard. Would help plant the corn. Clifford used the
shovel and Richard dropped the corn.
It was Clifford's and Richard's job to tromp the hay as we loaded it on the wagon. Usually Old
Captain George helped.
At the barn, Clifford would unhook Old Lay from the wagon and then hook him to the cable that
lifted the hay fork to take the hay into the barn. Clifford and Richard also helped with the irrigation and
weeding. But Clifford's main job was to ride Old Lay whenever we did the furrowing and putting the
hay in the barn.