My mother was raised on a farm in
Vernon, Utah. I remember playing at the ranch when I was a young girl. We would go there when we went to Grandma's house. The ranch was a few miles away from Grandma's house, in the town of Vernon. The ranch house still stands today. It belongs to my cousins now. They have named it the "Lone Tree Ranch" because there is a giant tree by a fresh water well. It is the best tasting water. We always have to have a drink of the wonderful fresh water when we go there.
This is a picture of the bridles hanging on the wall in the ranch house.
I remember playing outside the house one summer with my cousin Linda. We were having a great time playing with an old wood burning cook stove and making mud pies (my favorite thing to do when I was a kid). We would use rocks to make raisins in the imaginary cookies, and sprinkle sand for nuts and sugar. One day we were playing outside, and a bunch of bees came sworming down on us from a nest that was above the wood stove. My cousin Linda ran away before the bees hit, but they attacked me and I ran screaming. I must have had a hundred bee stings. Linda didn't get a single bite. My mom tood me to grandma's and put baking soda plasters all over my bites. They hurt for a long time.
I have a really cool picture of my Uncle Mack standing in the doorway of the Lone Tree house. I'll see if I can find it and post it.
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