Wednesday, April 21, 2010


This is one of my mother's favorite stories of the old days. When people first started to settle in Vernal, Utah, they built their houses anyplace they wanted to. One liked facing the east, another liked building on a hill or on the creek, etc. When the county came in and began building roads, I guess it was a feasco. Mother would start laughing telling the story of the county roads. Some roads would go by your Out House, between your house and your garage or between your pig pen and your cow shed, by the back door. Of course it helped her story to know all the neighbors. You can just imagine what Vernal looked like. Grandpa tore their house down which was standing in the toolies and replaced it with a big brick house facing the road. I spent my teenage years living in the lovely brick house....

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