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'THE OLD COUNTRY BOY'

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START OF NEW BLOG - PART # 1

LIFE STORY OF DANNY ADWIN BEELER & DAILY JOURNAL

This story is prepared with no story outline and is just a set of ramblings as they come to me. Hopefully I can edit this account later.

I was born on March 16, 1933 on Harmston Bench (Roosevelt, Utah). My mother's Dr. was Dr. Whitmore. He was on another delivery when mother went in to labor and said he would come when he could. Mother was so afraid because she had almost died when Dorothy was born and they had told her to never have any more children but only gave her abstinence as a way to avoid it. Anyway, Grandma BEELER had Dad go get Aunt Wealthy Sheaffer, who was a midwife. She came but told Grandma and Dad she would tell them what to do but they would have to do it as the government was having a crackdown on midwifery. Anyway, I was born, ripping the heck out of mother and the doctor didn't show up until the next day.

I weighed in at 11 lbs 3 ounces and have had trouble with my weight every since. My mother claims that all she ate for the 9 months she carried me was bread, potatoes, greasy pork and a few vegetables. Not really a diet that they recommend today.

We moved to Park City when I was about 2 and dad worked in the Silver Mines for about 3 years. We next moved back to Roosevelt and lived for about two years on the Marx place. Dad paid $2 for an old horse that the guy was going to sell to the Fish Hatchery for fish food. That poor horse was so old that he had a hard time walking let alone running. Don Rudy and I would ride him bareback and make him gallop until he would finally have to stop, almost falling over from exhaustion. I remember Don & I would wait for him to reel out his extended equipment to pee, then we'd shoot it with our BB Guns. Oh what fun! That horse had a miserable couple of years until he finally died at about age 27. Don had a little cart that he'd hook up to this old Billy Goat. He didn't like to pull us, so we'd poke a small stick up his butt, twist it to crank his motor. Then he would run like heck.

Mom & Dad then bought a 5 acre piece of ground just across from the Roosevelt City boundary line in 'MUD FLATS' that had a shanty type house on it. Dad worked as the Foreman in the Castle Peak Gilsonite mine south of Myton while we stayed home and tried to run the 5 acres. This was about the time that Dorothy learned how to heat up LIPTON'S NOODLE SOUP. I got really tired of that soup.

I remember mother sticking the (.22) rifle out of the kitchen window and shooting pheasants for our dinner. Dorothy & I got our money for school clothes by selling corn, squash, etc., that we had raised during the summer. I remember selling the corn for $1.00 per gunny sack and was glad to get it. We also sold the extra eggs that our hens laid for 15 cents a dozen.