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Show Kemember When We Were Kids in Park City? There were times when we had to work but we turned it into fun. My brother Arvil and I were to gather fire wood and we would take our wagons down to the Spiro Tunnel dump and load them with the wood that had been dumped there. We would see who could stack the wagon the highest by putting side boards and stacking it higher. Then of course when we had the wagons loaded we would go exploring. One of the fun places to go was the compressor house with all the beautiful flowers and a very healthy cotton plant. It was so much fun to watch them grow and blossom into such large flowers, so much prettier than anywhere else. I guess the steam and the warmth helped and it was just like a hot house, and it seems each of the mines had their own hot house in the hoist rooms also, and the man on shift cared for them as though they were his own. Then on to the blacksmith shop to watch Floyd Yates working work-ing at the forge. The steel was red hot when lifted from the fire and then they would drop into cold water with such a sizzle. We never seemed to get hungry hun-gry but the men always had something extra in their lunch buckets. There was a time or two that we rode in the T hay ne shaft with Billy O'Neill with a string of empty cars, and as my brother broth-er was such a fraidy cat we would put him in one of the empty cars and he would scream to high heaven all the way in, but I would ride up on the motor and drive. Oh boy, did I think I was great. We often went to the change room where we would shower and that was sure fun as we only had a bathtub at home. We would spend all day getting loaded and home again or so Mom thought, when really most of the day was spent exploring. These were days of work but oh so much fun and we always had plenty of kindling wood. I often think how scared Arvil was and I guess that is why he only worked in the mine, one shift for Billy, and he told him "I still don't like it." And so as close to mining he has ever worked is as a carpenter at Ken-necott. Ken-necott. Me, I guess if I had been a man that is where I would be and I still never miss a chance to go down into the mine. It still holds quite a fascination for me. |
