As a child, Dad was active in 4-H Youth Program, where he learned about farming and competed in Fairs, winning hundreds of ribbons. He told me that he would travel on the train with his animals and other farm produce to fairs all over the area. He won a few prizes and ultimately a scholarship to the University of Idaho, Moscow. His dream was to be a scientific and business savvy framer. He told me this scholarship for $250 was not enough to pay his way, but if he didn’t go to school he would loose it, but, he discovered that as long as he stayed in school, any school, he could keep his scholarship for future use. So even though he had graduated from high school in Inkom, Idaho he could go to high school another year thereby keeping his eligibility while he earned and saved for college. How times have changed. Now kids take college classes while still in high school. His second senior year was at Pocatello High.
He told me when he was young he wold look at any farm and think he could make it profitable. He attended the University 2 1/2 years then his mother died. She had heart trouble of some kind and died during surgery. This ended his college years.
Dad was raised on a farm but he had plans to apply science to farming. He knew something about improving dairy heards through breeding. He had actually created hybrid grain seeds. He was very proud of this cow and how he dreamed of building a large dairy heard.
This next picture is fun because it tells
us a whole story. Dad is milking his best cow, with his first daughter, Anna May, standing next to him in a sun bonnet. In the background is his brother John 10 years younger than him. The boy is my cousin John McNabb, dad and John’s sister Doris’ son. This was not a dairy farm. This must be Grandpa Cardon’s truck farm. They probably had 5 or 6 cows providing the milk they needed and a little more. They may have made butter and sold it or they may have sold cream.
Grandpas farm grew strawberries, raspberries and all kinds of vegetables which the family gathered and took to town to sell to local businesses. Dad told about the time the car went into the ditch and the berries were damaged so they had to sort through them and take the bruised ones home for quick canning. He also told me that they would pick things like radishes and carrots the night before and put them in the irrigation ditch to soak up extra water so they would be chrisp longer in the store. He also told me about how they picked the strawberries with the stems on and arranged the top layer so the stems were hidden which made the basket look prettier for a quick sale.
John, dad’s brother had contracted diabetes at the age of 4 and was among the first to inject insulin to control his disease. In those days they used swine insulin and it was hard to regulate the blood sugar level. He was not expected to live to be more than 12 years old but lived into his sixties married and had a beautiful family.
This picture is taken on Grandpa’s farm in Inkom. He had served as the first Mormon Bishop (lay minister) in the Inkom Ward for about 10 years. He was also bishop on the Indian Reservation. Grandma was the Relief Society President (The Church womens organization). Dad told me that it was common for the wife of the bishop to be the president of the Relief Society because the Bishop needed to work closely with the RS president and communication was slow and difficult in those days making it harder for another member of the congregation to fill the office. I can’t think of a time in my memory where the Bishop’s wife was the RS president. Times have changed.
Grandpa had a deformed foot which caused him to have a very noticeable limp and made it necessary to have a custom made shoe.