The Idaho Republican. [volume] (Blackfoot, Idaho) 1904-1932, 1922-01-26
POLE BRIDGE COMMUNITY


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| l have been wondering If you
wouldn't like to hear of my trip to
the hills. l enjoyed it very much
and am going to write you of it.
On December 20 l gave a party
and Mrs. SpritZer and Lucille and
ice came down from Bone to it, so
| devided after them coaxing me
for some time to go home with them.
We planned on leaving the follow
ing morning, but you know how it
is when one rolls in at 3. o'clock
in the morning comes pretty soon
afterwards, so we postponed our
journey until the next day.
At about noon on the last day of
the "old year" we started for the
hills all prepared for the snow. On
arriving at Ozone about half of our
journey was over, we heard of a
dance to be held at Mrs. Quayles,
the hotel there, and she being a
friend of ours we unWrapped and de-
cided to spend the night. We en-
joyed the evening much, missing few
dances and taking turns playing the
piano. At about 2 O'Clock we girls
decided to adjourn for the night
Chat being three in succession we
had been up) so Mrs. Quale heated
us two flat irons and we wendell
our way thru the crowd with our flat
irons in hand to a stuffy little bed
room that was something like an
iceberg and crawled into bed of
feathers and warm quilts. I After
things quieted and the guests were
gone We dropped off to sleep and
knew no more until they called us
for breakfast.
Shortly after noon we arrived at
Joe's place, which is about three
miles from our journeys end, and
where they keep their stock. Here
we ate simple New Years dinner
not unlike most of meals served in
the mountains. ,Nic-nacs are not
very available in our part of the
world especially in mid-winter.
We changed teams here as the
road is only travelled from here on
by one family and sometimes one has
to break or plunge the new snow
so fresh team is necessary.
My, how refreshing the air, un-
stained by any human odor and as
we near our journeys end we come
into the land of pines, their frag-
rance and beauty with their droop-
ing snow laden branches is a sight
to see for the snow plays where it
fell whether it be on branch, twig,
stump, or ground with no wind to
have disturbed it. After rounding
the top of rather steep hill whose
road winds up it's side and dropping
thru lane bordered on either side
with snow laden quaker trees we
come to our journeys end at John
Spritzer's place.
There was little doing the first
day as it stormed and we amused
about the house, looking
now and then to see if we could see
any sign of a break in the clouds
but it did not come until the next
day. 1t was beautiful with sunshine |
and clear deep blue sky so we
butchered. Butchering day is
great, for the neighbors come |
in and help make it one jolly time.
But after it Is over there is the put
ting away of meat, the rendering |
Of lard and making of sausage. Once
This was all done we went hum
ming" as we call it. First we went
lown to the Smith ranch and found
things pretty snowy, but oh, so beau
,4ful. These trips are made on
and skis. I don't wax
mine like Lucille does hers so when
come to steep hill going up
make little better time. She goes
up three steps and back two so I
Just takes off my scarf and pulls
Ter up the hill. We didn't manage
% spill in the snow so I couldn't
ell you just how that would be.
There is nothing that makes a much
nicer picture than to see five or six
persons on skis stringing single file
;hru the snow.
must tell you how we preserve
'ur complexion when we 60 on these
ramps. The first application is
plenty of face cream and then about
me inch of face powder and lest this
should blow off or freeze up and
all off we tie muffler over the
ace. If some one not used to such
sights saw us coming they might
hink we were bandits.
& We spend our evenings popping
,orn, making fudge, singing, play
cards, reading or crocheting. The
lays are short and the evenings long
10 after becoming weary of our
evening amusements 8 o'clock
Usually finds the family slumbering.
Well, l think l have touched on
most of all did while gone, so
will close for this time hoping to
lear from you soon.
MRS. w. J. SMITH,