It was war time and there wasn’t any man power, in Idaho, to dig potatoes. The last week in September, Jess and I took a leave of absence from our welding jobs and drove home at 35 miles an hour, the speed limit at that time . Lillis drove the tractor and dug the spuds out of the ground and dropped them to the ground. Kids and the family picked them up and put two baskets in each sack. I picked spuds all day and then after I would help Jess load the last load out of the field. I wasn’t strong enough to lift the sacks to the truck but I could drag the sacks to the front of the truck. When the truck was loaded, we would drive to the cellar. I would drag the sacks to the edge of the truck and Jess would walk a plank to dump them in the bin. Jess was feeling good at this time and his heart wasn’t bothering him but he was exhausted, when night came. We didn’t make any money but we had come to help Jess’s Dad. I will always be grateful that we did come home, that fall.
Bishop Olof. P. Johansen was getting too old to farm. His farm hadn’t been farmed properly for years. He wanted $10,753 for sixty acres, two horses and a little worn out machinery, plus everything else on the farm It is the farm where Eric Sutton lives. Lillis mortgaged his farm, to help us make the down payment and we assumed the mortgage that Bishop Johansen had on the farm. We had saved a lot of money while we were welding in Portland. We had enough saved to buy seed and house hold expense. .
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