Back in 1938, my dad and I went into the Idaho State Bank — some business he had with someone meeting him there. I was five years old. There was our next door neighbor, Dave Sloan, standing there at a tellers slot. He was familiar to us as my dad often traded work with him, and his farm abutted ours on the South. My baby brother had just been born that week — October 1938. I marched up to Dave and told him that I now had a brother and that “I” had named him David after Mr Sloan (which I actually had!) He gave me a shiny new penny — the very first money I ever had.
I was five when my brother, Dave, was born — actually I was standing outside our one room house on an apple box looking in the window at the exact moment! Later mom, had another apple box, serving as a crib, sitting with the baby in it on the table with us other kids (Charlene, me and Margie) looking on. Mom said, “Isn’t he a cute little baby? What should we name him?” I had just seen Dave Sloan talking with my dad the day before, and we had always liked him. So I piped up, “Lets name him David after Dave Sloan!” Mom, looked surprised, but said, “why not!” And seemed pleased. We all concurred; it was unanimous.
Sloans were favorites (next door neighbor to the south). Dave’s wife was one of my grade school teachers, and her sister, Ms Aaron Collingsworth was as well (next door neighbor to the west).
The buggy photo above is Dave Sloan, wife and two of the girls ~1916. Buggies were normal transport until mid 20s. My family used a buggy until 1938 when we finally got a car. My dad had had his own “runabout” (as a particularly cheap model T type car was called) from 1922 on, but it had been sold when he got married and began farming.
During the 20s and 30s it was more and more common thru the years to see mingled auto/horse traffic. Buggies like this one were actually preferred on county roads because they were only dirt roads and hell for cars to negotiate. Buggies had the added benefit that runners could be exhanged for the wheels when we had snow. In the early 1900s snow on the ground in winter was very common. But, as world weather systems would change, snow became less and less common. Surprisingly, late frosts were not synched with snow and increased thru the years eventually making most orchards almost extinct in late 40s.
Behind the wagon are young Bing Cherry trees. Bings do well in Payette Valley, however frost got our own one out of five years. We had a pie cherry tree that because it bloomed 2 weeks after always had a bumper crop. A heavily loaded tree, it had enough for us and five other families every year without fail for over 30 years.
Pie cherry trees are smaller but more broad, so will have same volume as taller Bing trees that, when mature, will take 16-18′ ladders to reach all the fruit — but bear heavily enough to occasionally break limbs. However, they are not propped because the breakage is always out on the limb and away from the trunk.