Robert's Range

DID YOU KNOW . . . Here is an excerpt from Grandma Birdean's history:
When I was a small girl and we were living in Eureka, Dad and Mother liked to take an outing with all the children, and I remember one time they took us up Provo canyon.  It had been a long, hot ride for all of us so Dad stopped the Buick by the side of the river where the river was quite deep, got out of the car, walked to the river's edge and dove into the water, clothes and all.  His hat flew off and he cut his head on the sharp stones in the river bottom.  He was bleeding quite badly when he was able to get out of there, and I remember how white his face looked.  We were not able to get him down out of the canyon to a Dr. because Mother couldn't drive, so we just sat in the grass by the river until he got his bearings, and the wound had stopped bleeding.  He washed it off with cold water and it wasn't long before he said, "let's be on our way."  He
was a tough old bird.