|My parents, about 1945|
So, lets start with a little about my immediate family. My father was Cecil Elbridge Logue, born 27 Nov 1907 in Crawford, Idaho. His parents were pioneers to the Long Valley area of Valley County. They homesteaded between Crawford and Thunder City (gateway to the mining area of Thunder Mountain). My grandfather's brothers, John and Fred Logue, operated a mercantile that supplied the miners as well as the sheep herders who brought their sheep to the high country in the summer to graze.
|The Logue Mercantile|
My mother, Rachel Helen Crawford, was born 6 Dec 1913 (at least this is what everyone in her family remembers). She never had a birth certificate and spent several months attempting to get one when Dad retired from working in the timber industry (he was a sawyer - cutting down those beautiful, tall pine and fir trees in the mountains of Central Idaho) and she needed one to get her Social Security payments. Her family was quite picturesque and interesting. They came from the hills of Kentucky and my grandfather like to make his 'moonshine.' He also was a 'wheeler and dealer' making purchases and sales of property in both Valley County and Gem County.
Tales my oldest aunt and a younger sister wrote tell about the family:
Nancy Jane Crawford Gifford's story:
Mother (Christina Ellen TUTTLE) and Dad (Elisha Jordan CRAWFORD) were married in Kentucky on November 23, 1887. Dad was born and raised in Kentucky (was born May 17, 1865). Mother was born in Indiana, April 10, 1871. Dad was youngest of his family and was given the home place in Kentucky to take care of his Mother (Maurar WEAVER Crawford), but my Mother and her couldn't get along, so he traded it to his sister Fannie to take care of his Mother long as she lived.
I, Nancy, was born there in London, Kentucky, January 11, 1889. When I was six months old, mother and dad went to Indiana, stayed there a while and went to Arkansas and dad worked there in the timber and Will was born there July 15, 1890. And they left there and went to Texas. I don't know the town nor what kind of work dad did. I can remember we lived among the Negroes and Joe was born there January 29, 1892. All the time dad was trying to make money enough to go west so we left there for Colorado. So at the station dad had bought our tickets and he got mixed up with some robbers and they took all his money but $3.75 that mother had so we went on to Colorado any way, and when we landed there, dad got a job and the man furnished us a little log cabin with a fire place in it to live in and give us some cooking utensils such as a Dutch oven and a coffee pot. Dad bought some groceries and a broom with the $3.75 and mother had some bedding packed in a big box so we made a table of the box and put some straw in the corner for our bed.
|Elisha Jordan Crawford|
While mother was in Tennessee and Kentucky we stayed with mother's sister Roda Jones and her brother Frank and mother's father Dan Tuttle. We sure liked to stay with Grandpa Tuttle. I can remember walking across the hill to their house. The forest was so thick it was almost dark going through it. While we were there Roda (Crawford?) was born. I don't remember the date. She only lived 3 months. It wasn't too good for mother those days there. When she was a girl they didn't send girls to school in that country so she couldn't read or write. She had to depend on someone to do that for her. And they told her dad would never send for her so she did worry I know.
Well after breakfast we got on our way across those same hills home, but it was quite pretty in those days. The grass was about two feet high and the wind waved it like water. Took all day to get home, but was we happy sitting back there in the wagon box. We camped for dinner, at what they called Box Spring, Idaho. Uncle Jake's home was quite homey for us in those days. It was just a small shack with an upstairs. Mother didn't know too much about cooking so dad done most of the cooking. He always made the biscuits. Mother used to drive across the hill to Bevils (?) (Possibly BIVENS--the family of John BIVENS settled in the "lower valley" and ranched for many years. Bivens died in 1926 and is buried in Payette, Idaho.) to learn to make light bread. You had to make your own yeast in those days. We stayed there at Uncle Jake's place around two years.
It was there that I went to my first school, at Anderson Ranch. We moved from there onto Uncle Joe's homestead which was below Emmett, Idaho on the river. It had just a small cabin on it which we lived in for one winter and dad built a new house and nice cellar further down on the place. He went to the timber and made shakes to cover it. Dad made a ditch and brought the water out of the river a way up above and come down around the hills. Was about three miles of ditch and at our house we had a big water fall. Dad built a big barn and covered it with shakes he made. We planted fruit trees and berries and lots of vegetables. Dad peddled vegetables and berries into Idaho City, Idaho during the gold rush there, with wagon and team.
I think now how dad worked to do all that with his own hands, he milked the cows and strained the milk in the cellar, took all the care when he was home. Mother was sick a lot. She was sick in bed all summer before Hattie (31 Aug 1898) was born. I did the cooking when I was seven years old. One day during the summer a family by the name of HILL from Sweet, Idaho came to visit us and Mrs Hill made gravy with onions cut up in it for dinner and I had to wait and they ate all the gravy. I felt so bad about it, Mrs Hill told me how to make some more gravy but I didn't do it. Dad dug a well and it was quite deep. So we had to draw our water and dad hauled big old logs down from Dry Buck area, Idaho just above Sweet, a big deck of them, for wood and Joe climbed on them one day and fell off and broke his arm. And another time he fell out of the back of the wagon and broke the other arm. Will and I went to school in a buckboard and drove a roan horse that kicked everything to pieces if he got the line under his tail so dad tied his tail down to the single tree. The coyotes used to follow us to school. We had to go about 3 miles on the bench toward Emmett. The school house stood just under the hill where the cemetery is now. Dad's brother Joe was killed by Mickey MORTON was why we took over his homestead 3 miles down the river from Emmett on the north side.
We didn't live there long. Dad sold it to Jim LITTLE for $12.00 in 1900 I think. We moved to Emmett on McNISH and ALLEN place and there was where Emma was born in 1900. I remember going to school from there. I think we lived there about three years and we moved and lived in tents one winter between there and the farmer co-op canal and we lived one summer in tents in Magees (probably Alvin McGEE who died in Emmett 29 Jun 1939) yard. I can't remember which place first.
I can't remember how long we lived there but dad sold that place and we moved up on the slope on the NEWMAN place and we lived there several years. I don't remember how many. It was there that dad's hay all burned up one year. We walked from there to Bramwell to school in the Mormon Church. Blanche BISHOP taught school there and it was on the Newman place that Walter was born January 29, 1904. I didn't go to school too much that winter. I can remember sitting up nights and rocking him and feeding sagebrush to the old box heater. I did all the house work and fixed mothers meals and I thought afterwards that her meals surely was very good. We had a quarter beef hanging on the end of the house. I had to climb the ladder to cut the meat. The house was just two rooms with a side room on it. Was too small for our family and was cold, hard to keep warm burning sagebrush. Dad bought a place just above this place and up the canal and I can't remember if we moved from Newman place there or not. But we surely did and dad improved that place, put all below the canal in orchard. It was a nice place but our house burned down there. It wasn't much of a house but never did get one as good built again. We had a nice ice house and Dad always put up lots of ice. We raised lots of melons and put them on ice in the summer. We had lots of bees and had lots of honey. We still went to school at Bramwell. They finally built a brick school house just a little closer to us, but I never did go to school there.
Dad finally built a house up to Emmett and I stayed there with the kids and sent them to school. I don't know why, and Will stayed down on the place and did chores and feeding and didn't go to school This was a nice four room plaster house Dad built. It was real nice but I didn't have any furniture in it not even a cupboard in the kitchen till Uncle Louis (CRAWFORD) bought me one.
Later in the winter mother and Dad moved up to town and about Christmas time I think Dad's sister and Sarah, Lige, and Nancy CRABTREE came out from Arkansas and moved in with us so our bigger house was too little and Aunt Aveline (Evelenia Crawford EATON?) got sick so I had to quit school and do the work and sit up every third night with Aunt Aveline. And in February Mary was born and that spring in May we went to the Palouse country on wagon train. Aunt Aveline and Sarah I think stayed on the ranch while we were gone and they finally moved to Cambridge. Bill Estes (?) came out too. I remember we went to see them there one time. But now I remember it was Cleve GIFFORD and I that went to see them there after we come back from Montana. But I am ahead of my story now. We had some trip to Palouse (eastern Idaho) country. There was nineteen of us all together. I drove the chuck wagon. I had to pick up and wash the dishes and hitch my team and catch up with the rest and some of that road down the Salmon River was high and narrow in those days. We crossed the big Salmon on a ferry boat and when we got across we had to tear down our wagon. The road was too narrow. Dad had built the box wide enough to sleep cross ways. Rocks stuck out till we couldn't get pass. We made it but was tough going. But dad couldn't get started farming over there. Was just too high rent, so he just worked some and went on to Montana. Stayed two winters in Montana and come back to the ranch. Buster was born in Montana October 4, 1908. Dad took his stock with him the rounds. Finally sold that place below Emmett on the slope for $21,000. We lived in Emmett on Washington Street for a while. I can't remember just how long but we went to Long Valley in 1911. Dora was born on the place before we moved to Emmett, October 4, 1910 and Cash was while at Emmett, September 18, 1911. He was a baby when we went to Long Valley in fall of 1911. Dad bought 3 places in Long Valley. The Haymaker place where we lived and what we called the blue house down by the river where Cleve (GIFFORD) and I lived and another place over by West Mountain opposite Lake Fork. But there was a misunderstanding about the deal for that place and I don't remember if dad ever got it settled. Dad farmed here a while but the bottom went out of the price of timothy seed so dad didn't make much there at that time farming, so he traded his Haymaker place for an apple orchard in New Plymouth and traded that
|Christina Tuttle Crawford with||her youngest two children.|
come back and worked then in a logging camp up in the nook above Cascade. (Rachel was born before they left the Haymaker place in December 6, 1913.)
Written by Nancy Crawford Gifford in the 1970s
Alice Crawford Marshall story:
|Alice Crawford Marshall|
I just don't remember first seeing them but this is what Nancy has told me. This was in 1902, May 16th. She also told me that Dad has an old man working around the pace, maybe just for his board and room. Nancy didn't like him as he never took a bath and had long hair and whiskers. Nancy called him the sheepherder. She fed him sour beans one day and when he got well enough, he left. There were no ice boxes or refrigerators then so it didn't take long for beans to sour. But she wanted to be rid of him.
Dad always made several barrels of cider as apples were plentiful; but it wasn't long until it was hard cider. So one day Della, Walter, and Joe started drinking cider and it wasn't long until they passed out as the hard cider was potent. Nancy let them lay right out in the hot sun until they came to. She said later that she shouldn't have been so hard-hearted but she was disgusted that they drank so much but they thought they were just drinking cider.
Mother didn't stop when I came along. She had five more children [really it was six more]. Every two years there was another mouth to feed. She not only bore 13 of us, I should say 16, as 3 died in infancy. She also was a midwife for old Dr. Noggles. She helped deliver hundreds of babies all over Valley County.
Dad was even-tempered, easygoing but a hard worker. Mother was hot-tempered, would fight at the drop of a bucket and would fight a buzz saw if she thought she was in the right. She never went to school, couldn't even sign her name. Just make an "X" but she must have had a computer in her head. She could add faster and figure faster than most can figure with pencil and paper.
Mother and Dad didn't have prayers or any part of religion in the home but we were raised by the Ten Commandments -- not to steal or lie, do as you would be done by, judge not lest you be judged, and you were just as good as your word. And that's the same religion I follow now.
There was no big fuss over birthdays or any holidays, too many for that. We always had food on the table and necessary items but no luxuries. Most of our living was in the garden, meat from the pigs, cows and chickens, milk cows and churned our butter. Once a week our washing was done on a washboard with homemade lye soap. Took one whole day for the daily wash. Mother didn't like to cook so Dad did most of the cooking. She liked to bake bread, eight big loaves a couple of times a week. She'd work out in the garden and to heck with the rest of the cooking. Nancy took over when she was old enough and on down the line each one of us had our turn in the kitchen. I guess I took after Mother. I didn't like to cook either. It's a wonder Dad didn't die with stomach trouble eating eight girls learning-to-cook food. We all had to work, outside or in the house. And we were all at the table at the same time, ate what was on the table even if it was just rutabagas and side pork, hungry enough that anything tasted good.
One year in Long Valley he, Mabel, Joe's wife, and I planted 11 acres of head lettuce. The company furnished the seeds and we did all the hard work and furnished the land. We thinned and hoed and raised beautiful lettuce there. When the lettuce was ready for market, the company brought out the crates but didn't haul out one load as they went belly-up, in plain words, broke. Dad sued them and got a judgement against the company but it wasn't worth the paper it was written on. It wouldn't have been a total loss if it could have been fermented -- Dad could have brewed it and sold the moonshine! We didn't have enough pigs to eat the crop so the heads burst overnight and all went to waste.
First trip to California (1917)
I was 13 years old. Dad sold everything, home ranch, cattle, horses and all household belongings; just kept a camping outfit and bought a tent and our clothes and bedding. He came to San Bernardino. I can't remember if he came by bus or train but he joined a Socialist Colony on the Mojave Desert between Lancaster and San Bernardino, a little place called Llona. Don't remember how many acres but each family that joined had to pay $1000 and work out a thousand shares. Was supposed to be a big cooperative farm where everybody shared alike. My dad was really enthused and worked hard for his shares. He sent word for the rest of the family to come on down and join him. Nine of us started out in a Model T Ford. We must have been packed in like sardines. We had our bedding and camping equipment tied on the running boards, clothing and food. It must have been a sight that was unbelievable. I remember it took us nine days to reach Reno. We must have driven at least 35 miles per hour to take so long.
Although it took time to unload for the night and cook our meals; otherwise I can't see why it took so long. The President of the Colony met us in Reno with a dozen other families and had a big picnic lunch. All had a good time. The one thing that was so outstanding was the first time that I had ever eaten potato chips and they sure hit the spot. Thought it was the best thing that I had ever tased! We were treated Royal High but we must have looked like tramps and must have smelled the same as there was no way for baths. Just was our faces and comb our hair. Can't remember washing any clothes on the way down so must have worn the same clothes for days as we didn't have that many changes nor the room to carry them.
Written by Alice Crawford Marshall in the 1980s
So you see they were quite a family. And my mother, the youngest of the thirteen (13) surviving children married my father on 16 April 1933.