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A TRIP TO THE SALT LAKE FLOUR MILLS

(My cousin Larry asked if I would write a blog on our Grandpa, William Barton Boulden.  I agreed to do so, but there won’t be much substance here because it has been 60 years since I saw Grandpa Boulden and I was six-years-old.  Incidentally, he died shortly after these events.)

I remember him being a quiet, easy going old gentleman.  He smoked and Grandma Boulden must have hated it.  She was a strong member of the Latter-Day-Saints religion and smoking is against the Word of Wisdom.  At any rate, he smoked, and he liked to do it sitting on a bench alongside the little home on Redwood Road, and catch a little Utah sun at the same time.  I use to take my place on the bench alongside him, and I remember feeling quite grown up in his company.  I can’t remember conversations, but I do remember him giving me his wooden matches after he lit his cigarettes and I proceeded to smoke them, puffing away just like him.  People weren’t so much into role models back then, so I’m sure he never gave it a second thought that he might be insuring I too would smoke when I grew up, which I did for a while.  I’m sure he got a kick out of watching me puff away on my wooden kitchen matches.

There is one more memory I have of him, and that’s it.  One day one of his friends came along in a big truck with a cargo box, probably a deuce-and-a-half.  Grandpa Boulden loaded me in the truck and we headed up to the Utah Flour Mills to buy several 100 lb. bags of flour.  On the way there Grandpa talked animatedly with his friend and used some bad language.  When we got back I popped out with a couple words Grandpa had used and got a belt taken to me for the effort.  While Mom put that belt to me, Grandma snickered a little as I screamed, cried and ran around the house holding my behind.  I couldn’t understand why they didn’t lay the belt to Grandpa Boulden, too.  But I guess it was because they didn’t actually catch him at it, cussing that is.

That is all I remember about him.  I do remember crying a lot when my Mother told me he had had a heart attack and died, I think that was in 1952.

Scotty Casper 3/17/02

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