My Father, Charles Clark used to like to go to Portage on Friday nights to see the Woodruff boys play basketball.  He would hitch his old team up and take some of the folks over with him.  I think Joseph Harris always went with him, Tom Clark was one of the players.  I made three white shirts and put the letter W on the front made with red ribbon .  They wore  black pants knee length.  I used to do their sewing for them.  Henry Thomas, as the banker, told me to be sure and put lots of padding in the seats of the pants.  Let’s see if I can name all of the players: Tom Clark, Owen Ward, Sylvester Zundel, Mim Harris, Melvin Harris, Ron Harris, Hugh Wells, Jim and Melvin Yersley.  I always had hot coffee and lunch for dad when he got home.  Those were the good old days.  Wish I could live them over again.  No car accidents to worry over, there was plenty of snow and plenty of wood to keep us warm.  I did lots of sewing for the neighbors and Kate Hall and I had one cow to milk, chickens to feed, and two ducks that swam in Dads water trough that the horses drank out of. 

1911 or 1912 that this happened.  Jessie Yersley was one of my best friends.  It was along in these years that Jessies and Jim Yersley’s boy was bucked on the head with a horse and lost eyesight in both eyes. He went away to blind school, learned to play the violin, did well with everything in school and last summer did janitor work at the Stake Building in Malad.  He kept the lawns beautiful, he wrote a few lines about his life and it was published in the Idaho Enterprise .  It was very interesting.  He is a wonderful man.