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Show in the Escalante, we put the dignitaries to bed in the best accomodations our partly finished second floor afforded. During breakfast Mother and Father engaged in a spirited conversation about Scandinavia with President Widstoe. He was a charming man, plump and not tall, with a trim little mustache and goatee. He kept a trace of the accent he had imported from his little native island off the west coast of Norway not too far from the port where Father had spent boyhood years. Then we drove the six to Nada siding to board the eastbound local. Logan experts began arriving singly or in pairs. They provided specifications for a fence to safeguard the experiment plots: strands of barbed wire buried in a trench below wire netting, and barbed wire above the netting. Rabbits couldn't burrow under it and cattle couldn't leap it. We were counseled on the well, pump and engine to raise water for irrigation. Father ordered the equipment and paid for it with his own money. But he encouraged the somewhat mythical Commercial Club to list the Experiment Farm among the projects they supported. He also hired men to do the work. We gladly welcomed specialists from college and station. Engineer L. M. Winsor, who built "Winsor Castle" on Logan's College Hill, was our favorite but all were gentlemanly and helpful. On second thought, let's except one who sometimes arrived in a bleak, glassy-eyed hangover. He brought suspense. We feared he might fall into the yawning sump of our well, to which he devoted most of his attention. Young, dashing Lew Mar Price visited us. He even brought his pretty young bride on a resumption of their honefroon, interrupted by his extension duties. Pleased with the girl, Mother tried to make her comfortable. The girl had a sudden illness which made the young couple anxious. Not |
