For 30 years we have wanted to tear down the old house, but it was hard to make the final decision because of all the family memories and history connected to that old house. We tried to interest USU in using it at the American West Center on Highway 89 but it was too political even though the extended Thatcher family offered to pay for the moving. The "Old Victorian" house was purchased by Orson Pratt Thatcher and Nettie Elizabeth Thatcher in 1909 from John C. Dawdle who built the house in 1884 and moved to Canada when they sold the farm. It is reported to have been the first non-log house in Cache Valley. Dawdle was also supposed to have been the person who built the first log house in the valley. J.C. Dawdle's descendent, Claudia Findlay, married Ed Prince, the cousin my dad raised. The information concerning Dawdle's building experiences comes from his personal journal in the possession of Claudia Prince.
They raised chickens, eggs, sugar beets and grain crops. During the depression, Orson 's half brothers at the Thatcher bank threatened to foreclose on the farm until Grandma Nettie went into the bank and read them the 'right act.' They made him sign the farm over to his wife Nettie. Grandma Nettie insisted they drill the well down in the West field and it was a real gusher.
Orson Reeder, Orson P's son is in both photos. Orson P. was driving a load of sugar beets over the bridge when the load shifted and the valuable work team ended up at the bottom of the creek with the load of sugar beets on top of them. He lost everything - the sugar beets, the team and the wagon. It was a devastating financial and emotional blow for grandpa.
7 comments:
that was a great post. good to know a little of the history.
that is pretty neat to read!!!
So interesting! I'm so glad you posted this and the pictures. Love family history!
I can't wait for the next installment!
I agree with Amy. There is so much that I don't know. Thanks for sharing. I am so sad about that house. It was a beauty in it's day.
Thanks for the reminder of the reunion. I should be able to be there. If you don't mind send me out a reminder on my blog. I will try to make sure the rest of my family knows about it.
Things come and then they go. People come and then they go. Thinking on the transitory nature of all the world makes me want so very much to get what I came for. Because really, really I won't be here forever, and the stuff stays but the people (hopefully) we will all end up togather.
Can't wait for the next chapter!
WOW! I had no idea - so many great stories! Now it makes it so sad that the house is gone - and here, I was just excited for the new space :)
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