Last time I wrote, I had shared some things about my schooling in Logan. I did like it there. However, it was different for me and I had not a lot of friends. I did have a couple as I remember having them, but I can not recall their faces. Only hair. And I do recall my teacher. For I hated Math but loved reading.
My dad's mother, Grandpa Andrews, lived in Logan. Just down the street from us.
He had lived in Logan all his life and my Grandma had worked in the small city. In those days everyone knew everyone else and Cache County was known for it's farming. Cheese was produced here and still is and is known all over the Western States for it's production of Cheddar Cheese. The Color comes from a plant in South America that gives it the rich orange color. Many people do not know that.
When Grandpa Andrews died, he left his property to his daughter, my dad's mother. (this is to protect the identity of what is true or false or exaggerated or not... As I do not wish to divulge too much about me... OR maybe I do? Not many of you read this anyway.)
My father was given this property and we decided to move into it.
My father had decided to ask my mom's brother who was going to USU, to fix up the house with us. He, his wife and two children lived in the bottom half of the house while we took the upper living quarters.
The house had a big lot. The house was huge, one of the first mansions in Logan, and on this lot sat two houses. A North house was a 1923 bungalow style that Grandpa Andrews lived in with his family, and to the South of his house (which faced North) was our house that faced East and behind us was a rather large patch of dry and hardened dirt that was intended for a parkway for our cars. It was a rather large one.
All of this and 80 Acres in Logan Canyon belonged to my new dad.
I went to see the house with my dad, mom and uncle for the first time. It was a mess. The outside of the house was boarded up and had been untouched, the lawn was untouched too, except for a once a week weed whacking or lawn mowing. That was the easy part. Inside was project after project. Whiskey, and beer bottles everywhere, graffiti, and years of neglect had made the once mansion a big big shell.
a few weeks later, and to my shock I could not tell it was the same home. As I walked in the front door, I noticed the Formal Salon was no longer a wreckage of unwanted trash by squatters throughout the years. It was in fact, a beautiful Formal Sitting room. To the left of the entrance was a living room that was neatly furnished and there were two bedrooms and a bathroom that were probably used as servant living quarters in the days this home was built (probably circa 1874-1876) Beyond the living room were French Doors that lead to a Kitchen and that had been modernized and gutted into a really pretty Kitchen. There were stairs and a landing going to the basement and up the stairs. to the right of the Kitchen before the stairs was another hallway that lead to a couple ore bedrooms and another bathroom.
I ran up the stairs with my older sister and we both chose our bedrooms, that was easy. She chose the first bedroom on the top of the stairs. It was the biggest with two windows. One facing East and the other facing south. Chimra chose the second biggest bedroom in the Middle with two windows facing the south and I chose the last smallest bedroom with one window facing south. My bedroom had a nice closet and hardwood floors and an old rocking chair. It had a couple of old fashioned shelves and a bed that looked like the Quakers built it. My mom must have found some really pretty handmade quilts from somewhere or had them or something. I loved my room. My bed was small but it suited me. It was a twin.
My older sister and I were given dolls from our Great Grandma who was Native American. The dolls were not playing dolls but were a long time before. They were made of leather with real black hair, skirts of bright velvet and beads glass beads for necklaces. They had beaded moccasins for shoes and I proudly displayed my doll on my bed, as did Danae, even though Danae hated dolls she really liked her "Indian Doll". Chimra tried to tear up her doll and so mom gave Chimera's doll to me because I took care of my things, and my dolls. I also had my "Official Muppet Show Fan Club" paraphernalia out proudly so all could see it. Dad would not let me put posters on walls so mom found a good compromise. Mom framed my posters like they were real pictures. I loved it. I had a record player in my room that was a Mickey Mouse record player. The hand had the needle, and when I wanted to play 45's, I could by pulling up the white tab in the middle of the round about. Mom bought me a Guinea Pig. I named her Valentine. She went in my room and I cleaned her cage every other day and did not even have to buy a lot of saw dust now that uncle was making our house pretty. We loved our new house.
Little did we know the terrors that awaited us in this house of wonderment, enchantment and our antique mansion of mystery.  |
| This is not the house I lived in although my Great Grandmother on my Step- Grandmother's side was indeed an Eccles and did indeed grow up in this very house. For this reason I posted this house and not the one that in fact is still standing in Logan, near this home. However, It does have somewhat the same flair as the Eccles Mansion... |
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