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| Name |
Thelma Gaye Woolley |
| Birth |
28 Apr 1900 |
Preston, Franklin, Idaho, United States  |
| Gender |
Female |
| Initiatory (LDS) |
9 Jun 1920 |
SLAKE |
| FamilySearch ID |
KWJ8-ZSG |
| Death |
10 Jan 1945 |
Los Angeles, Los Angeles, California, United States |
| Burial |
15 Jan 1945 |
Glendale, Los Angeles, California, United States |
| Person ID |
I166636 |
mytree |
| Last Modified |
25 Feb 2024 |
| Father |
Ezra Foss Woolley, b. 16 Feb 1865, Salt Lake City, Salt Lake, Utah, United States d. 20 Dec 1933, Dayton, Franklin, Idaho, United States (Age 68 years) |
| Mother |
Grace Ann Hemenway, b. 10 May 1866, St. George, Washington, Utah, United States d. 13 May 1939, Preston, Franklin, Idaho, United States (Age 73 years) |
| Marriage |
13 Apr 1887 |
St. George, Washington, Utah, United States |
| Family ID |
F9729 |
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| Notes |
- When Mother would let me I would go stay with Thelma Woolley and in wint e rs we would coast up and down the hills, using tubs and boilers. We'd r id e ponies up and down the hill and with boys along we had great fun . I lea ned to dance with atick on the Woolly's wooden floor. Thelma's ol der sist er, Adrianne, was a natural born dance teacher. Brother Woolle y had to dr ive some cattle to a ranch high up in Cub Canyon and he invit ed me to g o with. I wondered why Thelma and I had a special invitation ? Father didn 't like us going off like that he wanted us home nights but , after talkin g it over with Brother Woolley, he agreed and we went o n a Friday afterno on after school.
Brother Woolley had a team of horses hooked on the buckboard and the thr e e of us rode on the seat in front until the cows became balky, then I h a d to drive the horses while the other two got out to drive the cows. W e w ent across the river and up the dug way in the dark with me drivin g o n a road I had never seen, a creek on one side and a mountain on th e othe r. I was terrified! One time I was too close to the edge of the cr eek, Br other Woolley yelled, Pull to your left! Pull to your Left! I cou ldn't pu ll too far because of the mountain. i didn't want to drive u p a mountai n without a road. At last we reached the top where his cabi n was. We miss ed Sunday School, but got back in time for school Monday m orning.
The next summer Thelma and I wanted to drive over the mountain with s o me friends. We used my Dad's old horses, my brother's new harness and h e r father's new buckboard he had just bought. They hooked us up that wa y a nd we started out earlye morning. We got clear up to the cliffs in Cu b Ca nyon and Alene, my city cousin, offered to help me unhook the horse s whil e the other girls made the fire and cooked supper. She turned to m e and a sked What do I do? Unbutton the buckles I replied and started t o unfaste n the buckles that were suppose to be unfastened on my side. Th at cousi n of mine, not knowing anything about horses, unbuckled every bu ckle on h er side and she did a good job too, everyone of them was undone .
When I tried to hook up in the morning it was impossible. No man livi n g I don't think could have put that harness back together except an ol d t imer. How I longed for Dad. We walked a good mile and a half before w e fo und anyone. We saw a boying in a field and we told him our problem a nd h e came with us to fix the harness.
I hadn't drive very far on the way up over the mountain until I reali z ed something was wrong, but I couldn't tell what it was. There was no t ur ning back there was no place to turn around. I thought we'd meet someo n e for sure but we didn't.t cross the mountain and went down the other s id e to Paris.
We were passing a blacksmith shop and the owner was watching us. He c o uld tell at a glance what was wrong. The reins were twisted and all tur ne d the wrong way. When I pulled one rein the horses would go together , whe n I pulled the other reey went separate ways. He said, You girls co uldn' t have driven over that mountain with those reins fixed that way. I t's fu nny you weren't killed. We had a glorious time on that trip but wh en I go t home and tried to explain to Dad he saw to it that I knew how t o hook a nd unhook a team of horses.
Stella Thomas, taught our Mutual Class the next year and she took u s o ver the same canyon to spend a week on the shores of Bear Lake. We tr avel ed an old wagon road to the top of the mountain and there through a n open ing of the pines I sawtiful meadow filled with Columbines. That be auty ha s stayed in my mind over sixty hears along with the sight that cr ossed m y eyes as we drove down to Bear Lake. A lake bluer than the skie s and lon ger than my eyes could see. Oh it was beautiful.
We went out on a motor boat across the lake. I took pictures of the w h ole gang. We had a wonderful time but we had to go home sooner than w e ha d planed because we ran out of food. That last day we were really hu ngr y going down the mountainlly hungry. When we reached the cabin of Ste lla' s uncle in the lower part of Cub Canyon they invited us to have ho t brea d with milk and honey. I have never tasted anything better in my l ife, th an that honey comb and hot bread. We ate all six loaves in no tim e. She h ad to mix more for her own family.
(Source: Our Early Lives and Our Life Together, by Randall L Nielsen a n d Josie Neeley Geddes, privately printed Monroe, Utah 1978)
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