The Picture In The Header

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Does anyone recognize the picture in the header? Do you know when and where this picture was taken?

6 Responses to “The Picture In The Header”

  1. awilkes Says:

    No, I don’t recognize it. Please tell me 🙂

  2. floyd3219 Says:

    In September 1944, in the realization of a long held dream, my family moved from California to Eugene, Oregon. The family at that time consisted of my father, Roy, my mother, Eva, and myself. My sister, Shirley Ann, was a part timer since she was going between home and attending BYU. My older sister, Elaine stayed in California where she was working and my brother, Bill, was serving in the Navy.

    It had long been a dream of my father to have a farm in Oregon. We had been living in Arizona where my father had been working with my grandfather, Attie, on a farm near Mesa. When this property was sold, it seemed like the perfect opportunity for our family to pursue the dream of a farm in Oregon. After spending a few months in California to take care of some matters there, we proceeded to Oregon.

    We left Bakersfield, California in September, right after my twelfth birthday and arrived in Eugene a few days later. After looking over the area, my parents decided to buy the farm shown in the picture which consisted of the buildings shown, another smaller house located just outside the picture to the right, 70 acres of land, and tractor and some other farming equipment.

    This farm was located about six miles north of Eugene on a road called River Road in an area of Eugene called Santa Clara. For the next six years until I finished high school, this was the family home. We moved first into the smaller home then a few months later into the larger home shown in the picture. When we first moved there, to get to the property, you had to go about a quarter-mile off of River Road down a little private lane. As this area of Eugene grew, this property was ripe for development and that little private lane became a major street which is now called Wilkes Drive. After we moved from the property, the big barn burned to the ground but the last time I visited this area, the big house shown in the picture and the smaller house were still there.

  3. fcwilkes Says:

    Too bad about that big barn, it sure was a beauty!

  4. cornelthomas Says:

    This picture reminds me of a story about my father, Robert Thomas. I’m not sure if the incident happened prior to or after he and my mother, Shirley Ann, were married. He had gone to the farm and had volunteered to help Grandpa, Roy Wilkes, by driving a tractor around the field. I don’t remember if he were plowing the ground or harvesting. The only problem was that Dad had little or no experience driving tractors in a field, it ended up being harder than it looked to keep it going in a straight line. Dad said after that he had a greater respect for what farmers did

  5. floyd3219 Says:

    A Day Spent Fishing

    This is a little piece I wrote about the incident Cornel is referring to.

    What does one do when duty and pleasure collide? In the early summer in Oregon, salmon begin to return from their journey in the ocean to the rivers where they were born to spawn a new generation. A popular sporting activity is to catch these beautiful fish as they are approaching these rivers.

    During the summer of 1948, the youth group of the LDS Eugene 2nd Ward had planned a fishing party to the coast. The plan was for the whole group to go over to Newport, Oregon where we would charter a fishing boat to take us out Salmon fishing for the day. I wanted very much to go with the group which was my pattern at that time, but this trip happened to conflict with a responsibility at home.

    That year we were growing a hay crop called Oats and Vetch and we had a 10-acre field that was ready to be cut so it could be bailed and sold. Oats and Vetch grown together is a common crop to use for hay in Oregon much as alfalfa is in other areas. It tolerates the Western Oregon weather quite well and works well as feed for horses and cattle. However, there is one difficulty because of the Vetch. Vetch a very viney plant of the pea family and it makes this crop very hard to cut.

    We had a mower attachment for our Allis Chalmers tractor that we used to cut the hay, but because of the viney vetch, when you cut a swath with the mower, it did not fall down. This made it impossible to see where to cut as you came around the field on the next swath. Dad’s (Roy) solution to this problem was to have someone (usually himself) follow behind the mower which was being driven by a second person (usually me) with a pitchfork and pull the part that was just cut away from the uncut part so you could see where to cut the next swath.

    I wanted very much to go with the youth group on the fishing trip to Newport and Dad would normally have agreed to my going, but like many agricultural tasks when it is time to harvest you have to harvest to get a prime crop. Some thought was given to this dilemma and finally Dad said that if we could find someone else to help with the mowing then I could go. A prime prospect for this plan was Bob Thomas who was courting my sister Shirley Ann at the time and also a graduate student at the University of Oregon. Bob was a physically large man and in reasonably good health, but like many graduate students not in the physical condition required for doing manual labor for a whole day. Nevertheless, he agreed to take my place in the harvesting and I arranged to go with the group to the coast.

    The story has it that when the harvesting began, Dad offered to have Bob drive the tractor and he, Dad, would follow with the pitchfork. However, Bob, being the gentleman that he was and not being accustomed to driving tractors, said that he would rather have Dad drive and he, Bob, would follow with the pitchfork, and thus they began. This went on as they worked their way around the field a few times until Bob, thoroughly exhausted and out of breath said to Dad: “Grandpa (which was what he called Dad), maybe I could learn to drive the tractor.” They made the switch and finished the job, but the day became one of those quintessential days to remember for Bob. Later he remarked that this experience gave him a much better appreciation for the biblical story of Jacob working for seven years for the right to marry Rachel (see Genesis 29).

    As for me, I spent the day fishing, as planned, which was very enjoyable. But it was not without a few feelings of regret for not staying home and doing the work, especially after I learned how hard that day was for Bob. But on the other hand, maybe it wasn’t too awful for Bob since he and Shirley Ann married a few months after on December 24, 1948.

  6. floydcarlton Says:

    Dad, thanks for taking the time to prepare and share this wonderful story!!

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