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“Me and Nana were baptized in June
of 1958 and one of our friends from high school that we knew, his parents were
members of the church and his mother had a sister who lived in Provo, and her
husband had a mink farm. The deal that was worked out was that we could live on
the farm and take care of the mink and we wouldn’t have to pay rent or
anything. And [in the house] there
wasn’t even a bedroom. There was one big front room, the living room, so we had
two cribs and roll out couch.
Minks are nasty little animals,
they’re not friendly at all. You don’t pet them, believe me. We had big thick
gloves we had to wear if you had to do anything with them so they wouldn’t bite
you. There was this one time, I lost my wedding ring. I had lost so much weight
over after we got married, and one time it just “whoosh” lost it in the
bedding. Couldn’t find it. Maybe when they cut open a mink they found it.
The
problem was that by the time we got there, we didn’t have any money. So, when I
went to register, I couldn’t register because I didn’t have any money to pay,
so we didn’t get into school. So we lived in the farm from September, October, into
November.
Then Nana found out she was
pregnant again and then her mother was going through a divorce. So we ended up
going back home in November, so we were there for three months. That was 1958;
I was twenty, Nana was twenty. Your dad was eight months old, so Lynnanne was a
year and ten months. She as just starting to talk and she could walk.
It was actually a good deal and I
think if Nana hadn’t been pregnant and then her mother with her divorce and
everything and needing help… it was a good deal for us at the time.
So we came home just before
Christmas of that same year. But
we never regretted it, it was a good experience.”
Unabridged version of the story + image of myself and grandpa at the house - CLICK HERE.
- Linwood Schulte, my grandfather
Unabridged version of the story + image of myself and grandpa at the house - CLICK HERE.

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