Dad had black hair when young, but turned grey. His eyes were blue. He was about 5' 10" tall and had dark wavy hair. He weighed about 145 pounds. He was very stout for such a small man and usually had a smile and sunny disposition. He could also cuss a blue streak. He loved to visit with anyone who had time to visit with him. He could tell some very interesting stories because his life had been varied and hard and he had a lot of experience in a lot of different ways. I don't believe he lost any of his hair. He had a heavy head of hair when he died.
We kids knew he loved us although he never said so, but every action proved he did. I remember Dad haul bricks with his team and wagon to be used on the first LDS Church building in Paul, Idaho.
The folks were married 21 Sep 1898 in the Salt Lake Temple, Salt Lake City, Utah.
I never heard my dad say anything about being in church while he was young, but if he didn't go anymore than he did when he was older, I'm sure he didn't spend much time in Church. He may not have gone to Church, but he surely loved his family. He was a good provider and did the best with what he had.
He liked to herd sheep and evidently did some when he was younger. I have also heard him tell stories of cowboy experiences in Wyoming, but I don't know when or where.
My father spoke of running cattle on the Promitory and farming and being a wholesale butcher in Ogden and working for the Union Pacific Railroad and working at the Bear River Power plant with his team.
My parents lived in Utah where all five of their children were born.
Gladys b. 23 Oct 1900; d. 14 Dec 1916
William Walker b. 8 Oct 1903;
Francis Elmer b.17 Feb 1906;
Samuel Edward b. 8 Apr 1908 (writer of this history)
Jane Marie b.20 Apr 1911; d. 21 Jan 1915
My parents moved to Paul, Idaho in 1911. My father was engaged in farming. While living in Paul my sisters passed away. We were very poor. My father was a hard worker, but my two sisters were under a doctor's care constantly and it took lots of money for doctor bills. The death of the two girls really broke my mother up.
My brother, Walker, was a strapping husky of a boy, whose hair was as curly as it could be and I was a skinny runt and I suppose very under-nourished, but I always got my share of the food, which was very good. Mother was a very good cook.
There was no Mormon Church built in Paul at the time so Mother sent us boys to the Lincoln school to a Methodist Community Church, until the L.D.S. church was built.
My Mother was very spiritually inclined and was always active in Primary and Relief Society whenever her health would permit. I sure wish I had her faith. Mother was a very fast reader and she did lots of it. It didn't make any difference what the problem was she could call the scripture to mind that was the antidote for that problem.
My Father was of a little different turn, he helped build quite a few churches by donating time and money, but he didn't take a very active part in going. But he was very honest in his dealings with his fellowman and believed in always paying his debts and he had plenty of them to plague him, especially medical bills. He loved horses and used to tell horse stores by the hour.
We moved to Declo, Idaho in 1917. The First World War was on and a flu epidemic struck sometime about then. My Mother went around nursing, anywhere anyone could use the help. I don't think she was ever paid a dime cash, but she loved to help people. My father took up some land out of sage brush and rented some and really roughed it while there. We lived in a tent which was pulled up to the side of a one or two room shack my Dad built. We lived close to the land the three years we were in Declo.
I remember Dad and some of the neighbors got together and bought a horse powered hay bailer. They went all over the country bailing hay for people. Dad was an exceptionally good cook for a man, so he did the cooking while the other men took care of the horses night and noon.
We had bought an old 1912 Ford car before we came to Declo. Dad used to let us kids drive it going out to the desert where this farm land was, and us boys really enjoyed it very much. Those were happy days for us kids, even though we were much poorer than the proverbial church mice.
My mother always took us to church, but we, like nearly everyone else drove in the buggy. She never did learn to drive a car and between Primary, Relief Society and Sunday School teaching and nursing, it seemed as though she never stopped going. While living in Paul, I can remember my mother taking us to Heyburn several times in the buggy to Conference. When it was snowing we would almost freeze.
I remember one time we were haying and Uncle Alma (Dad's brother) and Byron (Alma's son) were helping us. Byron and I were throwing the cables over the load and driving derrick. My Dad told Byron to do something or other. Byron was just a little bit headstrong, so he told Dad to go jump in the lake, or words to that effect. He thought Dad was way up on the high stack and couldn't do anything about it. He just went on around to hook up the cable onto the double trees. Dad, in the meantime had jumped down onto the load of hay and just as Byron had stooped over to hook the cable, Dad had picked up a light piece of wood and he really let Byron have it across the rear end. Byron always had a lot of respect for Uncle Will after that.
About 1921 we moved to Churchill and Dad took out another 40 acres of sagebrush and started the process all over again. We also rented 120 acres. The ground in Churchill lay the best of anything you could imagine. You could corrugate the full length of an 80, then make a few cross ditches and irrigate. But the soil was a kind of white clay, which when wet, you could sink clear to hardpan and then it could cake over hard when it was dry. One of the old timers told us when we first moved there--"He said it would sink a saddle blanket when wet and you could drive a freight train over it when it was dry."
I can remember one incident when we threshed our grain. Dad filled the wagon bed with wheat and sent me to Oakley to trade for flour. I had 40 sacks of flour on the wagon and I stopped at a neighbor's on the way home. He asked me to let him borrow a sack. I told him he would have to ask my folks as it wasn't mine. When I got home, I told the folks about him wanting a sack of flour. Boy, they were really put out because I hadn't given him a sack. After that I knew better than not to loan a neighbor something if it belonged to the Wayment family. The next spring our house burned down and most of that flour went with it.
After the house burned it gave us more of an incentive to move on and Dad took a trip with the team and wagon and returned having traded the horse and rented part of the Bacon Ranch in Jerome. This move was started on Thanksgiving day 1923.
While living here Mothers health wasn't real good. Cooking for the haying crew burdened my mother. We had a big crew of men eating three meals a day.
In 1926 we left the Bacon Ranch and moved to West Point at Wendell, Idaho. We were poor people, but we had plenty of company. My mother was always one to try and find someone to help. She found one family who lived 3 or 4 miles from us. She brought those people over to our place and divided up her bottled fruit and vegetables with them. This family had 10 or 11 kids and had rented this farm and the old skin flint staked them to a bunch of cows. He really had them tied up in such a manner that they were like slaves.
Dad was well-liked by the neighbors and had one habit I liked and still think would be a wonderful program for any neighborhood. The family tradition was, every winter Dad, Mother and I would select a night when we were free and we go visit a neighbor family. We would go through the whole neighborhood till spring visiting our neighbors..
The Nelson family lived across the road from us. They were Swedes. They drank coffee by the gallon and the men chain smoked. I remember one night we were over to their place and the air was blue with smoke. Finally Dad excused himself and walked out into the night. I followed him out and we were standing out under the trees. He spoke real low, so I was the only one who could hear him. He said, "Boy, I have smoked all my life, but I just can't take that much smoke second handed."
We had a lot of enjoyable times while in Wendell. Dad and I bought a bunch of ewes that 2nd winter there. We built a lambing shed and I'll never forget the care Dad took of those old ewes. We built the roof by putting willows and straw on top. Then we would go out there at night with a lantern to look at the lambs. When we lambed out, I remember a man from Twin Falls, coming along and was admiring our lamb crop. He told Dad he would trade him a good house he had in Twin Falls for his sheep. Dad wouldn't even consider such a thing, though it would have been a good trade. Dad never did own a house until he was about ready to die. His father had built one of the finest model houses in Warren, Utah, but Dad seemed to resent fine houses as long as he lived.
When the depression hit, the folks and I moved to Hagerman, Idaho and rented the Penfold place. We were milking about 20 head of cows. Being in debt for the cows, Dad took care of the farm, while I worked whenever I could find any work to do. My mother said he would milk in the morning and take the cows to the pasture and take his shovel and fishing pole and set the water and go fishing. When he came back from fishing at night he would pick up his shovel and set his water and bring the cows home and milk them. They said that was his ritual and it must have been at least partly true because he had part of a barrel of fish salted. Boy were they ever good.
We kept chewing away at the mortgage on the cattle and after the second year in Hagerman, Dad and I heard of a ranch in Gooding that we could rent for $75.00. With the cattle almost paid for, we started trading our heifers for things we needed. We traded for a horse and saddle for parts of an old sheep wagon. Getting that fixed up, Dad and I decided to go to the mountains. Mother stayed in Hagerman with a Mrs Sant. We paid $5.00 per month rent for her. Once in a while she would come up to the camp and stay with Dad. Life out there wasn't very interesting to her. Dad milked the cows and I headed for the hills. The cream truck came through from Fairfield twice a week.
The first winter we were in the hills we rented a pasture and house from Fred Blackburn, east of Gooding and we were together as a family again.
When we went to the hills the next spring, we took Mother into Gooding to a rooming house by the railroad tracks. That also cost us $5.00 per month. Dad and I kept working together even after I had married.
In 1936 we moved back to Hagerman. Dad had a 1928 Chevrolet coupe they were wanting to sell as Dad had been having heart attacks quite often and still insisted on driving. I sold it to a guy in Bliss and then others told me I would never get my money from him. I was sick, because if anyone needed help at that time my folks did. But come time for the kid to make the first payment he was there on time and never missed once until the car was paid for.
Walker and I built a small home in Wendell for the folks and moved them there. Dad passed away 2 Jun 1937. He kept having the heart attacks. Then paralysis set in. I remember his last legible words to Walker and I as we were changing his position. He said, "I'll be down to help you boys hay." And I'm sure he was, in spirit at least, because he really liked to help people. Mom soon sold her home and bought a little trailer and moved it onto our place in Hagerman. When Gert and I moved from there, Walker and I moved her trailer to the farm Walker was running. She lived there till just before she passed away 8 Aug 1943.
BURIAL: Wendell, Idaho Cemetery lot 50 block 55.
The family record book kept by his wife Elizabeth Wayment for the following personal notes.
Born at Plain City, Utah 16 Sep 1877
Blessed by John Carver 6 Dec 1877
Baptized by Peter C. Green 1 Oct 1885 Confirmed by Wm McGuire 1 Oct 1885 Schooling commenced at Plain City, Utah
Ordained Deacon by Abram Maw 8 Feb 1893
Ordained Teacher by Bishop. George Bramwell 2 July 1896
Ordained Elder by John R. Winder in Salt Lake Temple 21 Sep 1898
Married by John R. Winder 21 Sep 1898 in Salt Lake Temple
Endowed at Salt Lake Temple 21 Sep 1898
Blue eyes, gray hair:
Died of Cerebral Hemorage at Wendell, Idaho 2 Jun 1937
Buried in Lot 50 Block 55, Wendell, Idaho 5 Jun 1937
We kids knew he loved us although he never said so, but every action proved he did. I remember Dad haul bricks with his team and wagon to be used on the first LDS Church building in Paul, Idaho.
The folks were married 21 Sep 1898 in the Salt Lake Temple, Salt Lake City, Utah.
I never heard my dad say anything about being in church while he was young, but if he didn't go anymore than he did when he was older, I'm sure he didn't spend much time in Church. He may not have gone to Church, but he surely loved his family. He was a good provider and did the best with what he had.
He liked to herd sheep and evidently did some when he was younger. I have also heard him tell stories of cowboy experiences in Wyoming, but I don't know when or where.
My father spoke of running cattle on the Promitory and farming and being a wholesale butcher in Ogden and working for the Union Pacific Railroad and working at the Bear River Power plant with his team.
My parents lived in Utah where all five of their children were born.
Gladys b. 23 Oct 1900; d. 14 Dec 1916
William Walker b. 8 Oct 1903;
Francis Elmer b.17 Feb 1906;
Samuel Edward b. 8 Apr 1908 (writer of this history)
Jane Marie b.20 Apr 1911; d. 21 Jan 1915
My parents moved to Paul, Idaho in 1911. My father was engaged in farming. While living in Paul my sisters passed away. We were very poor. My father was a hard worker, but my two sisters were under a doctor's care constantly and it took lots of money for doctor bills. The death of the two girls really broke my mother up.
My brother, Walker, was a strapping husky of a boy, whose hair was as curly as it could be and I was a skinny runt and I suppose very under-nourished, but I always got my share of the food, which was very good. Mother was a very good cook.
There was no Mormon Church built in Paul at the time so Mother sent us boys to the Lincoln school to a Methodist Community Church, until the L.D.S. church was built.
My Mother was very spiritually inclined and was always active in Primary and Relief Society whenever her health would permit. I sure wish I had her faith. Mother was a very fast reader and she did lots of it. It didn't make any difference what the problem was she could call the scripture to mind that was the antidote for that problem.
My Father was of a little different turn, he helped build quite a few churches by donating time and money, but he didn't take a very active part in going. But he was very honest in his dealings with his fellowman and believed in always paying his debts and he had plenty of them to plague him, especially medical bills. He loved horses and used to tell horse stores by the hour.
We moved to Declo, Idaho in 1917. The First World War was on and a flu epidemic struck sometime about then. My Mother went around nursing, anywhere anyone could use the help. I don't think she was ever paid a dime cash, but she loved to help people. My father took up some land out of sage brush and rented some and really roughed it while there. We lived in a tent which was pulled up to the side of a one or two room shack my Dad built. We lived close to the land the three years we were in Declo.
I remember Dad and some of the neighbors got together and bought a horse powered hay bailer. They went all over the country bailing hay for people. Dad was an exceptionally good cook for a man, so he did the cooking while the other men took care of the horses night and noon.
We had bought an old 1912 Ford car before we came to Declo. Dad used to let us kids drive it going out to the desert where this farm land was, and us boys really enjoyed it very much. Those were happy days for us kids, even though we were much poorer than the proverbial church mice.
My mother always took us to church, but we, like nearly everyone else drove in the buggy. She never did learn to drive a car and between Primary, Relief Society and Sunday School teaching and nursing, it seemed as though she never stopped going. While living in Paul, I can remember my mother taking us to Heyburn several times in the buggy to Conference. When it was snowing we would almost freeze.
I remember one time we were haying and Uncle Alma (Dad's brother) and Byron (Alma's son) were helping us. Byron and I were throwing the cables over the load and driving derrick. My Dad told Byron to do something or other. Byron was just a little bit headstrong, so he told Dad to go jump in the lake, or words to that effect. He thought Dad was way up on the high stack and couldn't do anything about it. He just went on around to hook up the cable onto the double trees. Dad, in the meantime had jumped down onto the load of hay and just as Byron had stooped over to hook the cable, Dad had picked up a light piece of wood and he really let Byron have it across the rear end. Byron always had a lot of respect for Uncle Will after that.
About 1921 we moved to Churchill and Dad took out another 40 acres of sagebrush and started the process all over again. We also rented 120 acres. The ground in Churchill lay the best of anything you could imagine. You could corrugate the full length of an 80, then make a few cross ditches and irrigate. But the soil was a kind of white clay, which when wet, you could sink clear to hardpan and then it could cake over hard when it was dry. One of the old timers told us when we first moved there--"He said it would sink a saddle blanket when wet and you could drive a freight train over it when it was dry."
I can remember one incident when we threshed our grain. Dad filled the wagon bed with wheat and sent me to Oakley to trade for flour. I had 40 sacks of flour on the wagon and I stopped at a neighbor's on the way home. He asked me to let him borrow a sack. I told him he would have to ask my folks as it wasn't mine. When I got home, I told the folks about him wanting a sack of flour. Boy, they were really put out because I hadn't given him a sack. After that I knew better than not to loan a neighbor something if it belonged to the Wayment family. The next spring our house burned down and most of that flour went with it.
After the house burned it gave us more of an incentive to move on and Dad took a trip with the team and wagon and returned having traded the horse and rented part of the Bacon Ranch in Jerome. This move was started on Thanksgiving day 1923.
While living here Mothers health wasn't real good. Cooking for the haying crew burdened my mother. We had a big crew of men eating three meals a day.
In 1926 we left the Bacon Ranch and moved to West Point at Wendell, Idaho. We were poor people, but we had plenty of company. My mother was always one to try and find someone to help. She found one family who lived 3 or 4 miles from us. She brought those people over to our place and divided up her bottled fruit and vegetables with them. This family had 10 or 11 kids and had rented this farm and the old skin flint staked them to a bunch of cows. He really had them tied up in such a manner that they were like slaves.
Dad was well-liked by the neighbors and had one habit I liked and still think would be a wonderful program for any neighborhood. The family tradition was, every winter Dad, Mother and I would select a night when we were free and we go visit a neighbor family. We would go through the whole neighborhood till spring visiting our neighbors..
The Nelson family lived across the road from us. They were Swedes. They drank coffee by the gallon and the men chain smoked. I remember one night we were over to their place and the air was blue with smoke. Finally Dad excused himself and walked out into the night. I followed him out and we were standing out under the trees. He spoke real low, so I was the only one who could hear him. He said, "Boy, I have smoked all my life, but I just can't take that much smoke second handed."
We had a lot of enjoyable times while in Wendell. Dad and I bought a bunch of ewes that 2nd winter there. We built a lambing shed and I'll never forget the care Dad took of those old ewes. We built the roof by putting willows and straw on top. Then we would go out there at night with a lantern to look at the lambs. When we lambed out, I remember a man from Twin Falls, coming along and was admiring our lamb crop. He told Dad he would trade him a good house he had in Twin Falls for his sheep. Dad wouldn't even consider such a thing, though it would have been a good trade. Dad never did own a house until he was about ready to die. His father had built one of the finest model houses in Warren, Utah, but Dad seemed to resent fine houses as long as he lived.
When the depression hit, the folks and I moved to Hagerman, Idaho and rented the Penfold place. We were milking about 20 head of cows. Being in debt for the cows, Dad took care of the farm, while I worked whenever I could find any work to do. My mother said he would milk in the morning and take the cows to the pasture and take his shovel and fishing pole and set the water and go fishing. When he came back from fishing at night he would pick up his shovel and set his water and bring the cows home and milk them. They said that was his ritual and it must have been at least partly true because he had part of a barrel of fish salted. Boy were they ever good.
We kept chewing away at the mortgage on the cattle and after the second year in Hagerman, Dad and I heard of a ranch in Gooding that we could rent for $75.00. With the cattle almost paid for, we started trading our heifers for things we needed. We traded for a horse and saddle for parts of an old sheep wagon. Getting that fixed up, Dad and I decided to go to the mountains. Mother stayed in Hagerman with a Mrs Sant. We paid $5.00 per month rent for her. Once in a while she would come up to the camp and stay with Dad. Life out there wasn't very interesting to her. Dad milked the cows and I headed for the hills. The cream truck came through from Fairfield twice a week.
The first winter we were in the hills we rented a pasture and house from Fred Blackburn, east of Gooding and we were together as a family again.
When we went to the hills the next spring, we took Mother into Gooding to a rooming house by the railroad tracks. That also cost us $5.00 per month. Dad and I kept working together even after I had married.
In 1936 we moved back to Hagerman. Dad had a 1928 Chevrolet coupe they were wanting to sell as Dad had been having heart attacks quite often and still insisted on driving. I sold it to a guy in Bliss and then others told me I would never get my money from him. I was sick, because if anyone needed help at that time my folks did. But come time for the kid to make the first payment he was there on time and never missed once until the car was paid for.
Walker and I built a small home in Wendell for the folks and moved them there. Dad passed away 2 Jun 1937. He kept having the heart attacks. Then paralysis set in. I remember his last legible words to Walker and I as we were changing his position. He said, "I'll be down to help you boys hay." And I'm sure he was, in spirit at least, because he really liked to help people. Mom soon sold her home and bought a little trailer and moved it onto our place in Hagerman. When Gert and I moved from there, Walker and I moved her trailer to the farm Walker was running. She lived there till just before she passed away 8 Aug 1943.
BURIAL: Wendell, Idaho Cemetery lot 50 block 55.
The family record book kept by his wife Elizabeth Wayment for the following personal notes.
Born at Plain City, Utah 16 Sep 1877
Blessed by John Carver 6 Dec 1877
Baptized by Peter C. Green 1 Oct 1885 Confirmed by Wm McGuire 1 Oct 1885 Schooling commenced at Plain City, Utah
Ordained Deacon by Abram Maw 8 Feb 1893
Ordained Teacher by Bishop. George Bramwell 2 July 1896
Ordained Elder by John R. Winder in Salt Lake Temple 21 Sep 1898
Married by John R. Winder 21 Sep 1898 in Salt Lake Temple
Endowed at Salt Lake Temple 21 Sep 1898
Blue eyes, gray hair:
Died of Cerebral Hemorage at Wendell, Idaho 2 Jun 1937
Buried in Lot 50 Block 55, Wendell, Idaho 5 Jun 1937
Dad had black hair when young, but turned grey. His eyes were blue. He was about 5' 10" tall and had dark wavy hair. He weighed about 145 pounds. He was very stout for such a small man and usually had a smile and sunny disposition. He could also cuss a blue streak. He loved to visit with anyone who had time to visit with him. He could tell some very interesting stories because his life had been varied and hard and he had a lot of experience in a lot of different ways. I don't believe he lost any of his hair. He had a heavy head of hair when he died.
We kids knew he loved us although he never said so, but every action proved he did. I remember Dad haul bricks with his team and wagon to be used on the first LDS Church building in Paul, Idaho.
The folks were married 21 Sep 1898 in the Salt Lake Temple, Salt Lake City, Utah.
I never heard my dad say anything about being in church while he was young, but if he didn't go anymore than he did when he was older, I'm sure he didn't spend much time in Church. He may not have gone to Church, but he surely loved his family. He was a good provider and did the best with what he had.
He liked to herd sheep and evidently did some when he was younger. I have also heard him tell stories of cowboy experiences in Wyoming, but I don't know when or where.
My father spoke of running cattle on the Promitory and farming and being a wholesale butcher in Ogden and working for the Union Pacific Railroad and working at the Bear River Power plant with his team.
My parents lived in Utah where all five of their children were born.
Gladys b. 23 Oct 1900; d. 14 Dec 1916
William Walker b. 8 Oct 1903;
Francis Elmer b.17 Feb 1906;
Samuel Edward b. 8 Apr 1908 (writer of this history)
Jane Marie b.20 Apr 1911; d. 21 Jan 1915
My parents moved to Paul, Idaho in 1911. My father was engaged in farming. While living in Paul my sisters passed away. We were very poor. My father was a hard worker, but my two sisters were under a doctor's care constantly and it took lots of money for doctor bills. The death of the two girls really broke my mother up.
My brother, Walker, was a strapping husky of a boy, whose hair was as curly as it could be and I was a skinny runt and I suppose very under-nourished, but I always got my share of the food, which was very good. Mother was a very good cook.
There was no Mormon Church built in Paul at the time so Mother sent us boys to the Lincoln school to a Methodist Community Church, until the L.D.S. church was built.
My Mother was very spiritually inclined and was always active in Primary and Relief Society whenever her health would permit. I sure wish I had her faith. Mother was a very fast reader and she did lots of it. It didn't make any difference what the problem was she could call the scripture to mind that was the antidote for that problem.
My Father was of a little different turn, he helped build quite a few churches by donating time and money, but he didn't take a very active part in going. But he was very honest in his dealings with his fellowman and believed in always paying his debts and he had plenty of them to plague him, especially medical bills. He loved horses and used to tell horse stores by the hour.
We moved to Declo, Idaho in 1917. The First World War was on and a flu epidemic struck sometime about then. My Mother went around nursing, anywhere anyone could use the help. I don't think she was ever paid a dime cash, but she loved to help people. My father took up some land out of sage brush and rented some and really roughed it while there. We lived in a tent which was pulled up to the side of a one or two room shack my Dad built. We lived close to the land the three years we were in Declo.
I remember Dad and some of the neighbors got together and bought a horse powered hay bailer. They went all over the country bailing hay for people. Dad was an exceptionally good cook for a man, so he did the cooking while the other men took care of the horses night and noon.
We had bought an old 1912 Ford car before we came to Declo. Dad used to let us kids drive it going out to the desert where this farm land was, and us boys really enjoyed it very much. Those were happy days for us kids, even though we were much poorer than the proverbial church mice.
My mother always took us to church, but we, like nearly everyone else drove in the buggy. She never did learn to drive a car and between Primary, Relief Society and Sunday School teaching and nursing, it seemed as though she never stopped going. While living in Paul, I can remember my mother taking us to Heyburn several times in the buggy to Conference. When it was snowing we would almost freeze.
I remember one time we were haying and Uncle Alma (Dad's brother) and Byron (Alma's son) were helping us. Byron and I were throwing the cables over the load and driving derrick. My Dad told Byron to do something or other. Byron was just a little bit headstrong, so he told Dad to go jump in the lake, or words to that effect. He thought Dad was way up on the high stack and couldn't do anything about it. He just went on around to hook up the cable onto the double trees. Dad, in the meantime had jumped down onto the load of hay and just as Byron had stooped over to hook the cable, Dad had picked up a light piece of wood and he really let Byron have it across the rear end. Byron always had a lot of respect for Uncle Will after that.
About 1921 we moved to Churchill and Dad took out another 40 acres of sagebrush and started the process all over again. We also rented 120 acres. The ground in Churchill lay the best of anything you could imagine. You could corrugate the full length of an 80, then make a few cross ditches and irrigate. But the soil was a kind of white clay, which when wet, you could sink clear to hardpan and then it could cake over hard when it was dry. One of the old timers told us when we first moved there--"He said it would sink a saddle blanket when wet and you could drive a freight train over it when it was dry."
I can remember one incident when we threshed our grain. Dad filled the wagon bed with wheat and sent me to Oakley to trade for flour. I had 40 sacks of flour on the wagon and I stopped at a neighbor's on the way home. He asked me to let him borrow a sack. I told him he would have to ask my folks as it wasn't mine. When I got home, I told the folks about him wanting a sack of flour. Boy, they were really put out because I hadn't given him a sack. After that I knew better than not to loan a neighbor something if it belonged to the Wayment family. The next spring our house burned down and most of that flour went with it.
After the house burned it gave us more of an incentive to move on and Dad took a trip with the team and wagon and returned having traded the horse and rented part of the Bacon Ranch in Jerome. This move was started on Thanksgiving day 1923.
While living here Mothers health wasn't real good. Cooking for the haying crew burdened my mother. We had a big crew of men eating three meals a day.
In 1926 we left the Bacon Ranch and moved to West Point at Wendell, Idaho. We were poor people, but we had plenty of company. My mother was always one to try and find someone to help. She found one family who lived 3 or 4 miles from us. She brought those people over to our place and divided up her bottled fruit and vegetables with them. This family had 10 or 11 kids and had rented this farm and the old skin flint staked them to a bunch of cows. He really had them tied up in such a manner that they were like slaves.
Dad was well-liked by the neighbors and had one habit I liked and still think would be a wonderful program for any neighborhood. The family tradition was, every winter Dad, Mother and I would select a night when we were free and we go visit a neighbor family. We would go through the whole neighborhood till spring visiting our neighbors..
The Nelson family lived across the road from us. They were Swedes. They drank coffee by the gallon and the men chain smoked. I remember one night we were over to their place and the air was blue with smoke. Finally Dad excused himself and walked out into the night. I followed him out and we were standing out under the trees. He spoke real low, so I was the only one who could hear him. He said, "Boy, I have smoked all my life, but I just can't take that much smoke second handed."
We had a lot of enjoyable times while in Wendell. Dad and I bought a bunch of ewes that 2nd winter there. We built a lambing shed and I'll never forget the care Dad took of those old ewes. We built the roof by putting willows and straw on top. Then we would go out there at night with a lantern to look at the lambs. When we lambed out, I remember a man from Twin Falls, coming along and was admiring our lamb crop. He told Dad he would trade him a good house he had in Twin Falls for his sheep. Dad wouldn't even consider such a thing, though it would have been a good trade. Dad never did own a house until he was about ready to die. His father had built one of the finest model houses in Warren, Utah, but Dad seemed to resent fine houses as long as he lived.
When the depression hit, the folks and I moved to Hagerman, Idaho and rented the Penfold place. We were milking about 20 head of cows. Being in debt for the cows, Dad took care of the farm, while I worked whenever I could find any work to do. My mother said he would milk in the morning and take the cows to the pasture and take his shovel and fishing pole and set the water and go fishing. When he came back from fishing at night he would pick up his shovel and set his water and bring the cows home and milk them. They said that was his ritual and it must have been at least partly true because he had part of a barrel of fish salted. Boy were they ever good.
We kept chewing away at the mortgage on the cattle and after the second year in Hagerman, Dad and I heard of a ranch in Gooding that we could rent for $75.00. With the cattle almost paid for, we started trading our heifers for things we needed. We traded for a horse and saddle for parts of an old sheep wagon. Getting that fixed up, Dad and I decided to go to the mountains. Mother stayed in Hagerman with a Mrs Sant. We paid $5.00 per month rent for her. Once in a while she would come up to the camp and stay with Dad. Life out there wasn't very interesting to her. Dad milked the cows and I headed for the hills. The cream truck came through from Fairfield twice a week.
The first winter we were in the hills we rented a pasture and house from Fred Blackburn, east of Gooding and we were together as a family again.
When we went to the hills the next spring, we took Mother into Gooding to a rooming house by the railroad tracks. That also cost us $5.00 per month. Dad and I kept working together even after I had married.
In 1936 we moved back to Hagerman. Dad had a 1928 Chevrolet coupe they were wanting to sell as Dad had been having heart attacks quite often and still insisted on driving. I sold it to a guy in Bliss and then others told me I would never get my money from him. I was sick, because if anyone needed help at that time my folks did. But come time for the kid to make the first payment he was there on time and never missed once until the car was paid for.
Walker and I built a small home in Wendell for the folks and moved them there. Dad passed away 2 Jun 1937. He kept having the heart attacks. Then paralysis set in. I remember his last legible words to Walker and I as we were changing his position. He said, "I'll be down to help you boys hay." And I'm sure he was, in spirit at least, because he really liked to help people. Mom soon sold her home and bought a little trailer and moved it onto our place in Hagerman. When Gert and I moved from there, Walker and I moved her trailer to the farm Walker was running. She lived there till just before she passed away 8 Aug 1943.
BURIAL: Wendell, Idaho Cemetery lot 50 block 55.
The family record book kept by his wife Elizabeth Wayment for the following personal notes.
Born at Plain City, Utah 16 Sep 1877
Blessed by John Carver 6 Dec 1877
Baptized by Peter C. Green 1 Oct 1885 Confirmed by Wm McGuire 1 Oct 1885 Schooling commenced at Plain City, Utah
Ordained Deacon by Abram Maw 8 Feb 1893
Ordained Teacher by Bishop. George Bramwell 2 July 1896
Ordained Elder by John R. Winder in Salt Lake Temple 21 Sep 1898
Married by John R. Winder 21 Sep 1898 in Salt Lake Temple
Endowed at Salt Lake Temple 21 Sep 1898
Blue eyes, gray hair:
Died of Cerebral Hemorage at Wendell, Idaho 2 Jun 1937
Buried in Lot 50 Block 55, Wendell, Idaho 5 Jun 1937
We kids knew he loved us although he never said so, but every action proved he did. I remember Dad haul bricks with his team and wagon to be used on the first LDS Church building in Paul, Idaho.
The folks were married 21 Sep 1898 in the Salt Lake Temple, Salt Lake City, Utah.
I never heard my dad say anything about being in church while he was young, but if he didn't go anymore than he did when he was older, I'm sure he didn't spend much time in Church. He may not have gone to Church, but he surely loved his family. He was a good provider and did the best with what he had.
He liked to herd sheep and evidently did some when he was younger. I have also heard him tell stories of cowboy experiences in Wyoming, but I don't know when or where.
My father spoke of running cattle on the Promitory and farming and being a wholesale butcher in Ogden and working for the Union Pacific Railroad and working at the Bear River Power plant with his team.
My parents lived in Utah where all five of their children were born.
Gladys b. 23 Oct 1900; d. 14 Dec 1916
William Walker b. 8 Oct 1903;
Francis Elmer b.17 Feb 1906;
Samuel Edward b. 8 Apr 1908 (writer of this history)
Jane Marie b.20 Apr 1911; d. 21 Jan 1915
My parents moved to Paul, Idaho in 1911. My father was engaged in farming. While living in Paul my sisters passed away. We were very poor. My father was a hard worker, but my two sisters were under a doctor's care constantly and it took lots of money for doctor bills. The death of the two girls really broke my mother up.
My brother, Walker, was a strapping husky of a boy, whose hair was as curly as it could be and I was a skinny runt and I suppose very under-nourished, but I always got my share of the food, which was very good. Mother was a very good cook.
There was no Mormon Church built in Paul at the time so Mother sent us boys to the Lincoln school to a Methodist Community Church, until the L.D.S. church was built.
My Mother was very spiritually inclined and was always active in Primary and Relief Society whenever her health would permit. I sure wish I had her faith. Mother was a very fast reader and she did lots of it. It didn't make any difference what the problem was she could call the scripture to mind that was the antidote for that problem.
My Father was of a little different turn, he helped build quite a few churches by donating time and money, but he didn't take a very active part in going. But he was very honest in his dealings with his fellowman and believed in always paying his debts and he had plenty of them to plague him, especially medical bills. He loved horses and used to tell horse stores by the hour.
We moved to Declo, Idaho in 1917. The First World War was on and a flu epidemic struck sometime about then. My Mother went around nursing, anywhere anyone could use the help. I don't think she was ever paid a dime cash, but she loved to help people. My father took up some land out of sage brush and rented some and really roughed it while there. We lived in a tent which was pulled up to the side of a one or two room shack my Dad built. We lived close to the land the three years we were in Declo.
I remember Dad and some of the neighbors got together and bought a horse powered hay bailer. They went all over the country bailing hay for people. Dad was an exceptionally good cook for a man, so he did the cooking while the other men took care of the horses night and noon.
We had bought an old 1912 Ford car before we came to Declo. Dad used to let us kids drive it going out to the desert where this farm land was, and us boys really enjoyed it very much. Those were happy days for us kids, even though we were much poorer than the proverbial church mice.
My mother always took us to church, but we, like nearly everyone else drove in the buggy. She never did learn to drive a car and between Primary, Relief Society and Sunday School teaching and nursing, it seemed as though she never stopped going. While living in Paul, I can remember my mother taking us to Heyburn several times in the buggy to Conference. When it was snowing we would almost freeze.
I remember one time we were haying and Uncle Alma (Dad's brother) and Byron (Alma's son) were helping us. Byron and I were throwing the cables over the load and driving derrick. My Dad told Byron to do something or other. Byron was just a little bit headstrong, so he told Dad to go jump in the lake, or words to that effect. He thought Dad was way up on the high stack and couldn't do anything about it. He just went on around to hook up the cable onto the double trees. Dad, in the meantime had jumped down onto the load of hay and just as Byron had stooped over to hook the cable, Dad had picked up a light piece of wood and he really let Byron have it across the rear end. Byron always had a lot of respect for Uncle Will after that.
About 1921 we moved to Churchill and Dad took out another 40 acres of sagebrush and started the process all over again. We also rented 120 acres. The ground in Churchill lay the best of anything you could imagine. You could corrugate the full length of an 80, then make a few cross ditches and irrigate. But the soil was a kind of white clay, which when wet, you could sink clear to hardpan and then it could cake over hard when it was dry. One of the old timers told us when we first moved there--"He said it would sink a saddle blanket when wet and you could drive a freight train over it when it was dry."
I can remember one incident when we threshed our grain. Dad filled the wagon bed with wheat and sent me to Oakley to trade for flour. I had 40 sacks of flour on the wagon and I stopped at a neighbor's on the way home. He asked me to let him borrow a sack. I told him he would have to ask my folks as it wasn't mine. When I got home, I told the folks about him wanting a sack of flour. Boy, they were really put out because I hadn't given him a sack. After that I knew better than not to loan a neighbor something if it belonged to the Wayment family. The next spring our house burned down and most of that flour went with it.
After the house burned it gave us more of an incentive to move on and Dad took a trip with the team and wagon and returned having traded the horse and rented part of the Bacon Ranch in Jerome. This move was started on Thanksgiving day 1923.
While living here Mothers health wasn't real good. Cooking for the haying crew burdened my mother. We had a big crew of men eating three meals a day.
In 1926 we left the Bacon Ranch and moved to West Point at Wendell, Idaho. We were poor people, but we had plenty of company. My mother was always one to try and find someone to help. She found one family who lived 3 or 4 miles from us. She brought those people over to our place and divided up her bottled fruit and vegetables with them. This family had 10 or 11 kids and had rented this farm and the old skin flint staked them to a bunch of cows. He really had them tied up in such a manner that they were like slaves.
Dad was well-liked by the neighbors and had one habit I liked and still think would be a wonderful program for any neighborhood. The family tradition was, every winter Dad, Mother and I would select a night when we were free and we go visit a neighbor family. We would go through the whole neighborhood till spring visiting our neighbors..
The Nelson family lived across the road from us. They were Swedes. They drank coffee by the gallon and the men chain smoked. I remember one night we were over to their place and the air was blue with smoke. Finally Dad excused himself and walked out into the night. I followed him out and we were standing out under the trees. He spoke real low, so I was the only one who could hear him. He said, "Boy, I have smoked all my life, but I just can't take that much smoke second handed."
We had a lot of enjoyable times while in Wendell. Dad and I bought a bunch of ewes that 2nd winter there. We built a lambing shed and I'll never forget the care Dad took of those old ewes. We built the roof by putting willows and straw on top. Then we would go out there at night with a lantern to look at the lambs. When we lambed out, I remember a man from Twin Falls, coming along and was admiring our lamb crop. He told Dad he would trade him a good house he had in Twin Falls for his sheep. Dad wouldn't even consider such a thing, though it would have been a good trade. Dad never did own a house until he was about ready to die. His father had built one of the finest model houses in Warren, Utah, but Dad seemed to resent fine houses as long as he lived.
When the depression hit, the folks and I moved to Hagerman, Idaho and rented the Penfold place. We were milking about 20 head of cows. Being in debt for the cows, Dad took care of the farm, while I worked whenever I could find any work to do. My mother said he would milk in the morning and take the cows to the pasture and take his shovel and fishing pole and set the water and go fishing. When he came back from fishing at night he would pick up his shovel and set his water and bring the cows home and milk them. They said that was his ritual and it must have been at least partly true because he had part of a barrel of fish salted. Boy were they ever good.
We kept chewing away at the mortgage on the cattle and after the second year in Hagerman, Dad and I heard of a ranch in Gooding that we could rent for $75.00. With the cattle almost paid for, we started trading our heifers for things we needed. We traded for a horse and saddle for parts of an old sheep wagon. Getting that fixed up, Dad and I decided to go to the mountains. Mother stayed in Hagerman with a Mrs Sant. We paid $5.00 per month rent for her. Once in a while she would come up to the camp and stay with Dad. Life out there wasn't very interesting to her. Dad milked the cows and I headed for the hills. The cream truck came through from Fairfield twice a week.
The first winter we were in the hills we rented a pasture and house from Fred Blackburn, east of Gooding and we were together as a family again.
When we went to the hills the next spring, we took Mother into Gooding to a rooming house by the railroad tracks. That also cost us $5.00 per month. Dad and I kept working together even after I had married.
In 1936 we moved back to Hagerman. Dad had a 1928 Chevrolet coupe they were wanting to sell as Dad had been having heart attacks quite often and still insisted on driving. I sold it to a guy in Bliss and then others told me I would never get my money from him. I was sick, because if anyone needed help at that time my folks did. But come time for the kid to make the first payment he was there on time and never missed once until the car was paid for.
Walker and I built a small home in Wendell for the folks and moved them there. Dad passed away 2 Jun 1937. He kept having the heart attacks. Then paralysis set in. I remember his last legible words to Walker and I as we were changing his position. He said, "I'll be down to help you boys hay." And I'm sure he was, in spirit at least, because he really liked to help people. Mom soon sold her home and bought a little trailer and moved it onto our place in Hagerman. When Gert and I moved from there, Walker and I moved her trailer to the farm Walker was running. She lived there till just before she passed away 8 Aug 1943.
BURIAL: Wendell, Idaho Cemetery lot 50 block 55.
The family record book kept by his wife Elizabeth Wayment for the following personal notes.
Born at Plain City, Utah 16 Sep 1877
Blessed by John Carver 6 Dec 1877
Baptized by Peter C. Green 1 Oct 1885 Confirmed by Wm McGuire 1 Oct 1885 Schooling commenced at Plain City, Utah
Ordained Deacon by Abram Maw 8 Feb 1893
Ordained Teacher by Bishop. George Bramwell 2 July 1896
Ordained Elder by John R. Winder in Salt Lake Temple 21 Sep 1898
Married by John R. Winder 21 Sep 1898 in Salt Lake Temple
Endowed at Salt Lake Temple 21 Sep 1898
Blue eyes, gray hair:
Died of Cerebral Hemorage at Wendell, Idaho 2 Jun 1937
Buried in Lot 50 Block 55, Wendell, Idaho 5 Jun 1937
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