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Memories of William Ould Jefferies and William Clark

Memories of my grandfather William Ould Jefferies and father William Clark Jefferies
by Kenneth Lynn Jefferies

I have a lot of memories about my grandfather, William Ould Jefferies. One of my "fondest" is remembering all of the red stripes across my rear end, when coming into contact with a 6 foot buggy whip that he sure knew how to use, when he caught us playing in the hay that was in the barn to protect it from the weather. He would have done the same if he caught us on the hay stack, but there we could see in all directions and were harder to catch.

After he had his stroke, he had all day to catch us, but couldn't move so fast. I couldn't figure how grandma Jefferies could ever have married such a mean old man, because she was the sweetest and most caring person, that you would or could ever find on earth.

I was the oldest of my brothers and had to go with grandpa on all of his trips by horse and wagon. After he had his stroke, I was called upon (or told to) be the one to be with him on any trips. Grandpa had a dry farm located about 2 to 3 miles south of the old power house. When they threshed those harvests, the whold crop could be hauled in one trip. Riding that 8 to 9 miles with grandpa on the reins sure put some super red sore spots on my fanny because I'm sure that he hit every rock in the road. Then the grain was dumped into a bin in the grainery located between our house and grandpa's house. We had to keep turning the grain and picking all the crap out of it. Then we had to sack it up in special sacks, so they wouldn't leak and grandpa and I would haul it to the old mill, over by Stansbury. A trip that took grandpa and I all day and oh what a long day -- waiting for the grinder and the long wait to get it figured out as to how much of the flour went to the mill for their share.

My dad William Clark Jefferies, was a real artist. His most loved one, called "Covered Wagon", he left to the Church and it is on display in the Church History section at the Church Office Building in Salt Lake City. It was once on display along with others at the Utah State Capitol. There are also some in the Grantsville Museum as well as a statue that dad made on the corner of the old first ward church building. My dad had a lot of the Jefferies family history. He wanted all of his children to share in the history of the family.

Memories of William Ould Jefferies and William Clark

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