Written History of Doris Elizabeth Nay

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Ralph’s brother Stowell had moved back to the valley sometime before and had settled in Logandale, 6 miles above Overton.  They liked to fish as we did, so we had some good fishing trips on the Muddy River where it ran into the lake.  Later I got so busy in Stake Relief Society work, that I didn’t have time to fish as much as Ralph did.  He and Stowell had many good fishing trips on the creek, then Stowell’s boys bought a boat and then they would go on the lake.  We also bought a boat a few years after we moved to Overton and we had many good fishing trips.  Ralph’s sister Maude and her husband Abe, who lived in Saint George, came down a lot to fish with us.  Then in the summer we would take our boat and come up this way and fish for trout in many of the ponds around there.  We loved to go and camp on Yankee meadow, just out from Parowan.  It was such a beautiful spot, then we would go on Cedar Mountain and fish, Pauguitch and Duck Pond.  We had many happy fishing trips with this wonderful couple.

The lake went down so low one year that Saint Thomas came out of its watery grave, or I should say, where Saint Thomas was.  We would ride down and go over the town and think about the wonderful times we had spent there during our courting days and our first year of marriage.  Some of the Saint Thomas people had moved to Overton and Kaolin, so one year we had a Saint Thomas reunion at the old town site.  It was very interesting to visit with the people that had lived there.  Each family had lunch on the foundations of their old homes, then we had a wonderful program.

June 5, 1956– It will be three years this July since we moved here to Overton.  They have been very busy and happy years.  Our youngest son, Keith, was called on a mission a year ago this June.  He was called to the Southwest Indian mission.  He has labored part of this year with the Navajos in Arizona.  In February he was sent to Albuquerque, New Mexico, but is still working with the Navajo people, whom he has learned to love.

In May 1956, we decided to take a trip and see more of the Southwest country.  Ralph’s sister and her husband, Maude and Abe Burgess, went with us.  We went by way of the south rim of the Grand Canyon, which none of us had seen before.  We got there in the evening just after a rain storm, and the coloring stood out so plain it was a beautiful sight.  We drove around the rim to Cameron, but couldn’t get a place to stay, so went on to Flagstaff.  Next morning we got up early and went as far as Winslow for breakfast then on to Albuquerque and found a motel to spend the night.  After getting settled and rested, I went to find Keith.  He was out with three other missionaries making contacts.  I waited in the car for short time, before they came.  Keith came back over to our motel for a visit.  We then went shopping for groceries and went back to the apartment, where the boys stayed and cooked dinner for all of us.  We all had a very enjoyable visit.  The next morning he joined us for breakfast at nearby café, then he took time to drive me around to see the interesting sites in the city.  We bid him farewell and went on to Clovis, New Mexico, where our youngest daughter Elsie and her family lived.  Her husband was stationed in the Air Force there.  We got there early evening and had a lovely dinner with them.  Her three little boys were so happy to see us.  We stayed there that night, then after breakfast planned to be on our way to Carlsbad Caverns, where we would spend the night and then see the caverns.  They begged us to stay another day, but we had limited time to make the trip, so told them we would come again when we could stay longer.

I remember when we got to Roswell, New Mexico, there had been a bad thunderstorm, we just missed it by a few minutes.  The streets were running full of floodwater, but our little Plymouth made it through, even though the water was high.  Many cars had become stalled.  We continued on to Carlsbad without any more storms.  We stayed there that night.  The next morning early, we got up and went to Carlsbad Caverns.  We got there to catch the first trip through at 7:00 AM.  Just as the ranger got everyone all lined up and ready to leave, he noticed that Maude and Abe looked a little old to be walking 5 miles down into the cave.  He asked them if they were used to hiking and they said yes, he told us there was no turning back after we started.  They made it fine and the ranger complimented them on how well they kept up.  It was a beautiful sight all the way down and we really enjoyed it.  We had lunch in the cave and then after some side trips, we were brought to the top in the elevator.  We all said it was one of the most wonderful experiences of our life.

We came home by way of El Paso, Texas and on to Phoenix, Arizona.  We took the Black Canyon road through the mountains via Jerome.  We all enjoyed this unusual mining town, perched on the side of the mountain.  Then on up the beautiful Oak Creek Canyon into Flagstaff.  We stayed there overnight and then had an easy day on to Overton.

December 21, 1957– Keith was transferred from Albuquerque, New Mexico to Sanders, Arizona, to work with the Navajo people living in the surrounding area for the last six months of his mission.  We decided to go spend Christmas with our youngest daughter, Elsie, who was still living in Clovis, New Mexico.  Her husband being in the Air Force, had been sent overseas for six months, so she and their three little boys would be alone.  We decided to surprise her.  I had already sent her packages, before we decided we could go.  We went as far as Boulder City, Nevada, the first afternoon, and spent the night with Bert and family.  The next morning we got up early and left before they were up.  We stopped in Kingman, Arizona, for breakfast and then went on.  The wind was blowing very hard and it was slow driving, but we made it to Sanders before dark.  We found where Keith and his companion were staying and waited until they came home from some calls.  We had supper with them, then found a motel nearby and spent the night.  The next day was Sunday, so we stayed over, and went to church with him.  His mission president from Gallop was to church that day, Brother Ronker and we had a nice visit with him.  He told us Keith was a fine missionary and was doing a wonderful work with the Navajo people.

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