From time to time our Church leaders admonish us to keep a journal and write our personal histories. When I was a little girl I liked to sit on the porch with my Grandpa Devey and ask him to tell me stories. I learned a lot about him. Grandpa owned a small fruit farm up Fort Canyon in Alpine, Utah. One of his hobbies was to do a bit of mining in the mountains of American Fork Canyon. And he was first to discover the wreckage of a plane that crashed on Lone Peak. I loved to hear his tales...and because I listened, I know a bit more about his life than some of my family members. My granddaughter Alena has taken an interest in family stories and I have been able to share a few of her great great grandfather's stories with her. This had me thinking...what will our grandchildren know about us if we don't share our stories?
Since Father's Day is fast approaching, I want to share a story about my dad, Thomas A.(Tad) Devey. I feel so fortunate that my father sat himself down and wrote stories about his life. He wrote about cars he drove, mischief he made, deer hunts and his school years...all sorts of topics. He has an amazing memory for detail and I hope when I am 80 years old I will be as sharp as he is!
"Nelly, because of her size, had always been a kid’s horse and she had learned how to have her way with kids. To get her to go where you wanted to go required a forceful hand on the reins and a small switch to be applied to her behind when she balked. My five year old hand on the reins was none too forceful; however, I could wield a switch with the best of them."
Dad spent the summer learning Nelly's quirks. She wouldn't let him near her if he was carrying a switch...so he learned to stash a switch on top of the fence where she couldn't see it. Nelly had also learned that she could get ride of unwanted passengers by simply sideswiping a tree or a pole. Once free, she would head on home...except her idea of home was not "Fort Canyon," but the horse pasture in Alpine where she used to live.