08 - Moore Idaho

It was the fall of 1977 and I was just starting the third grade (8 years old). About 2 months or so into it we moved to Moore Idaho. I guess the cows had overrun their space and Dad needed more room to build up the dairy. The house we rented was totally filthy. It was so dirty with old dirt and buckets of who knows what all around the house. After a few days we had it cleaned up and I started school in Arco. I really did not like the move since I had some good friends in Banida but such is life. Soon after we arrived in Banida Regan was born. I went to a friend’s house. The pigs were farrowing (having babies) and I was suppose to go over during the night to check on them but the man of the house went over by himself and farrowed the pigs (I thought that this was especially nice of him). The Moore house was a wonderful place to live as a young boy. There was an irrigation canal that went past the house and we would spend hours playing in it. It wasn’t often full of water and usually only had a trickle of water or it was dry. We were very close to the mountains and I spent hours and hours hiking in the sagebrush hills. My sisters were my best friends and we played and played. I learned the art of torture and practiced it regularly on them (which they remind me of to this day). I also had responsibility of mixing and feeding the calves milk, feeding and watering the pigs, helping dad with the milking and later feeding he bum lambs (lambs whose mothers could not take care of them or had died). We lived in this home for two years and then we moved again.