Memories of June written by his brother, Garth:
"Many times we would get our Sat. bath in a No. 3 tub, then back up to the wood stove to get warm. We slept 2 & 3 in a bed. Sometimes there were 4 in the bed together.
How we loved to play at Grandma Johnson's. She always had plenty of bread and Jam for us kids.
We always had chores to take care of, such as: milk cows, feed pigs, get in wood, weed garden, feed chickens, etc. I delivered the Deseret News for years.
At home, at night, after the chores were done, we had to do home study by a kerosene lamp by the kitchen stove. Winters were usually cold, with plenty of snow, which gave us children many early morning & late evenings of cold & frosted hands & feet. We even had to run out to the little out house & use the Sears Catalogue. We did have enough good warm clothing--limited, but sufficient for our needs.
Our Christmas's were always looked forward to with great anticipation. They were always made to be a spiritual experience as well as our looking forward to the toys and presents we would get. Usually they were homemade toys.
Dad & mother taught us well about the principles of the gospel--especially why we had a Christmas day. For many years as I remember, our family put on a Cantata for the Tropic ward-- being blessed with much talent in singing, playing & dancing. All of this gave us children an opportunity to perform before people which was good. We overcame some of our fear of people and these became the highlight of the Christmas season & also a spiritual experience for others in Tropic who listened.
One special Christmas comes to mind as I think of years gone by, one of the special treats for the young people growing up in Tropic was going to the top of the hill south of town & using our sleds to sail to the bottom. We spent hours doing this.
One Christmas Dad bought us boys a new store boughten sled. It was a beaut! Two could ride on it. How we enjoyed it. When dad bought it, he hid it in the hay out in the barn so we would be surprised. However, June & I were playing in the hay one day and found it. The surprise that dad had hoped for was now gone but oh how we hated to wait until Christmas morning to get that sleigh."
Boy Scout Activity: We organized a trip to Mexico, but because of a severe earache, I, Garth, had to stay home & miss this trip. My younger brother, June, went in my place. It was a great activity. I was so glad my brother could have this experience.
I remember Porky--a baby porcupine. I brot' him home one day to keep as a pet for sometime. A couple of summers, June, my brother, and I were paid 25 cents a piece for the porcupines we could find in the pump pasture. We killed some 60 or 70 porcupines at that time. What memories.
Fri 12 June 1987: Barton family get together at June's 7:00 PM [circled] Bring Potato Chips
A memory from his sister, Mary Dawn Barton Cox about her brothers, June and Garth: "It was June & Garth, Garth & June; every time I talked about one, I talked about the other. I really admired them both-- Than later as I grew a little older and was the teenager, I found myself resenting them, because it seemed any time I did something I shouldn't, they & their friends were usually the ones to tell on us. Our parents always found out."
LETTER FROM GARTH TO HIS BROTHER JUNE
June 30, 1943 Lascassas, Tenn.
Dear Bro. June:
Perhaps you will be little surprised to hear from me, but I feel it my duty to write a few lines now that you are one of the boys in uniform. I think of you often, and I pray that you are enjoying your work in the Navy. Just what branch are you in? Hope it is one you like...
Mother and Father are proud of you, within every letter I have received from Mother she has never failed to mention what a swell boy you are, keeping yourself clean from the pollutions of the world. It's great to have a brother with such ideals, don't let the ways of the world tear them down. LOVE, YOUR BRO. Garth
LETTER TO GARTH FROM HIS MOTHER (Karma Johnson Barton):
St. George, Utah Nov. 9, 1945
Dear Garth, .... June writes hoping you could get home he has a 7 day pass, & should get day or so home. Says he may get here on the 21st and go back Christmas morning. He asks about you every letter but hasn't your last address. He wishes you would write and tell him about this romance of yours. He says things don't look so interesting for him..."
"Many times we would get our Sat. bath in a No. 3 tub, then back up to the wood stove to get warm. We slept 2 & 3 in a bed. Sometimes there were 4 in the bed together.
How we loved to play at Grandma Johnson's. She always had plenty of bread and Jam for us kids.
We always had chores to take care of, such as: milk cows, feed pigs, get in wood, weed garden, feed chickens, etc. I delivered the Deseret News for years.
At home, at night, after the chores were done, we had to do home study by a kerosene lamp by the kitchen stove. Winters were usually cold, with plenty of snow, which gave us children many early morning & late evenings of cold & frosted hands & feet. We even had to run out to the little out house & use the Sears Catalogue. We did have enough good warm clothing--limited, but sufficient for our needs.
Our Christmas's were always looked forward to with great anticipation. They were always made to be a spiritual experience as well as our looking forward to the toys and presents we would get. Usually they were homemade toys.
Dad & mother taught us well about the principles of the gospel--especially why we had a Christmas day. For many years as I remember, our family put on a Cantata for the Tropic ward-- being blessed with much talent in singing, playing & dancing. All of this gave us children an opportunity to perform before people which was good. We overcame some of our fear of people and these became the highlight of the Christmas season & also a spiritual experience for others in Tropic who listened.
One special Christmas comes to mind as I think of years gone by, one of the special treats for the young people growing up in Tropic was going to the top of the hill south of town & using our sleds to sail to the bottom. We spent hours doing this.
One Christmas Dad bought us boys a new store boughten sled. It was a beaut! Two could ride on it. How we enjoyed it. When dad bought it, he hid it in the hay out in the barn so we would be surprised. However, June & I were playing in the hay one day and found it. The surprise that dad had hoped for was now gone but oh how we hated to wait until Christmas morning to get that sleigh."
Boy Scout Activity: We organized a trip to Mexico, but because of a severe earache, I, Garth, had to stay home & miss this trip. My younger brother, June, went in my place. It was a great activity. I was so glad my brother could have this experience.
I remember Porky--a baby porcupine. I brot' him home one day to keep as a pet for sometime. A couple of summers, June, my brother, and I were paid 25 cents a piece for the porcupines we could find in the pump pasture. We killed some 60 or 70 porcupines at that time. What memories.
Fri 12 June 1987: Barton family get together at June's 7:00 PM [circled] Bring Potato Chips
A memory from his sister, Mary Dawn Barton Cox about her brothers, June and Garth: "It was June & Garth, Garth & June; every time I talked about one, I talked about the other. I really admired them both-- Than later as I grew a little older and was the teenager, I found myself resenting them, because it seemed any time I did something I shouldn't, they & their friends were usually the ones to tell on us. Our parents always found out."
LETTER FROM GARTH TO HIS BROTHER JUNE
June 30, 1943 Lascassas, Tenn.
Dear Bro. June:
Perhaps you will be little surprised to hear from me, but I feel it my duty to write a few lines now that you are one of the boys in uniform. I think of you often, and I pray that you are enjoying your work in the Navy. Just what branch are you in? Hope it is one you like...
Mother and Father are proud of you, within every letter I have received from Mother she has never failed to mention what a swell boy you are, keeping yourself clean from the pollutions of the world. It's great to have a brother with such ideals, don't let the ways of the world tear them down. LOVE, YOUR BRO. Garth
LETTER TO GARTH FROM HIS MOTHER (Karma Johnson Barton):
St. George, Utah Nov. 9, 1945
Dear Garth, .... June writes hoping you could get home he has a 7 day pass, & should get day or so home. Says he may get here on the 21st and go back Christmas morning. He asks about you every letter but hasn't your last address. He wishes you would write and tell him about this romance of yours. He says things don't look so interesting for him..."
Memories of June written by his brother, Garth:
"Many times we would get our Sat. bath in a No. 3 tub, then back up to the wood stove to get warm. We slept 2 & 3 in a bed. Sometimes there were 4 in the bed together.
How we loved to play at Grandma Johnson's. She always had plenty of bread and Jam for us kids.
We always had chores to take care of, such as: milk cows, feed pigs, get in wood, weed garden, feed chickens, etc. I delivered the Deseret News for years.
At home, at night, after the chores were done, we had to do home study by a kerosene lamp by the kitchen stove. Winters were usually cold, with plenty of snow, which gave us children many early morning & late evenings of cold & frosted hands & feet. We even had to run out to the little out house & use the Sears Catalogue. We did have enough good warm clothing--limited, but sufficient for our needs.
Our Christmas's were always looked forward to with great anticipation. They were always made to be a spiritual experience as well as our looking forward to the toys and presents we would get. Usually they were homemade toys.
Dad & mother taught us well about the principles of the gospel--especially why we had a Christmas day. For many years as I remember, our family put on a Cantata for the Tropic ward-- being blessed with much talent in singing, playing & dancing. All of this gave us children an opportunity to perform before people which was good. We overcame some of our fear of people and these became the highlight of the Christmas season & also a spiritual experience for others in Tropic who listened.
One special Christmas comes to mind as I think of years gone by, one of the special treats for the young people growing up in Tropic was going to the top of the hill south of town & using our sleds to sail to the bottom. We spent hours doing this.
One Christmas Dad bought us boys a new store boughten sled. It was a beaut! Two could ride on it. How we enjoyed it. When dad bought it, he hid it in the hay out in the barn so we would be surprised. However, June & I were playing in the hay one day and found it. The surprise that dad had hoped for was now gone but oh how we hated to wait until Christmas morning to get that sleigh."
Boy Scout Activity: We organized a trip to Mexico, but because of a severe earache, I, Garth, had to stay home & miss this trip. My younger brother, June, went in my place. It was a great activity. I was so glad my brother could have this experience.
I remember Porky--a baby porcupine. I brot' him home one day to keep as a pet for sometime. A couple of summers, June, my brother, and I were paid 25 cents a piece for the porcupines we could find in the pump pasture. We killed some 60 or 70 porcupines at that time. What memories.
Fri 12 June 1987: Barton family get together at June's 7:00 PM [circled] Bring Potato Chips
A memory from his sister, Mary Dawn Barton Cox about her brothers, June and Garth: "It was June & Garth, Garth & June; every time I talked about one, I talked about the other. I really admired them both-- Than later as I grew a little older and was the teenager, I found myself resenting them, because it seemed any time I did something I shouldn't, they & their friends were usually the ones to tell on us. Our parents always found out."
LETTER FROM GARTH TO HIS BROTHER JUNE
June 30, 1943 Lascassas, Tenn.
Dear Bro. June:
Perhaps you will be little surprised to hear from me, but I feel it my duty to write a few lines now that you are one of the boys in uniform. I think of you often, and I pray that you are enjoying your work in the Navy. Just what branch are you in? Hope it is one you like...
Mother and Father are proud of you, within every letter I have received from Mother she has never failed to mention what a swell boy you are, keeping yourself clean from the pollutions of the world. It's great to have a brother with such ideals, don't let the ways of the world tear them down. LOVE, YOUR BRO. Garth
LETTER TO GARTH FROM HIS MOTHER (Karma Johnson Barton):
St. George, Utah Nov. 9, 1945
Dear Garth, .... June writes hoping you could get home he has a 7 day pass, & should get day or so home. Says he may get here on the 21st and go back Christmas morning. He asks about you every letter but hasn't your last address. He wishes you would write and tell him about this romance of yours. He says things don't look so interesting for him..."
"Many times we would get our Sat. bath in a No. 3 tub, then back up to the wood stove to get warm. We slept 2 & 3 in a bed. Sometimes there were 4 in the bed together.
How we loved to play at Grandma Johnson's. She always had plenty of bread and Jam for us kids.
We always had chores to take care of, such as: milk cows, feed pigs, get in wood, weed garden, feed chickens, etc. I delivered the Deseret News for years.
At home, at night, after the chores were done, we had to do home study by a kerosene lamp by the kitchen stove. Winters were usually cold, with plenty of snow, which gave us children many early morning & late evenings of cold & frosted hands & feet. We even had to run out to the little out house & use the Sears Catalogue. We did have enough good warm clothing--limited, but sufficient for our needs.
Our Christmas's were always looked forward to with great anticipation. They were always made to be a spiritual experience as well as our looking forward to the toys and presents we would get. Usually they were homemade toys.
Dad & mother taught us well about the principles of the gospel--especially why we had a Christmas day. For many years as I remember, our family put on a Cantata for the Tropic ward-- being blessed with much talent in singing, playing & dancing. All of this gave us children an opportunity to perform before people which was good. We overcame some of our fear of people and these became the highlight of the Christmas season & also a spiritual experience for others in Tropic who listened.
One special Christmas comes to mind as I think of years gone by, one of the special treats for the young people growing up in Tropic was going to the top of the hill south of town & using our sleds to sail to the bottom. We spent hours doing this.
One Christmas Dad bought us boys a new store boughten sled. It was a beaut! Two could ride on it. How we enjoyed it. When dad bought it, he hid it in the hay out in the barn so we would be surprised. However, June & I were playing in the hay one day and found it. The surprise that dad had hoped for was now gone but oh how we hated to wait until Christmas morning to get that sleigh."
Boy Scout Activity: We organized a trip to Mexico, but because of a severe earache, I, Garth, had to stay home & miss this trip. My younger brother, June, went in my place. It was a great activity. I was so glad my brother could have this experience.
I remember Porky--a baby porcupine. I brot' him home one day to keep as a pet for sometime. A couple of summers, June, my brother, and I were paid 25 cents a piece for the porcupines we could find in the pump pasture. We killed some 60 or 70 porcupines at that time. What memories.
Fri 12 June 1987: Barton family get together at June's 7:00 PM [circled] Bring Potato Chips
A memory from his sister, Mary Dawn Barton Cox about her brothers, June and Garth: "It was June & Garth, Garth & June; every time I talked about one, I talked about the other. I really admired them both-- Than later as I grew a little older and was the teenager, I found myself resenting them, because it seemed any time I did something I shouldn't, they & their friends were usually the ones to tell on us. Our parents always found out."
LETTER FROM GARTH TO HIS BROTHER JUNE
June 30, 1943 Lascassas, Tenn.
Dear Bro. June:
Perhaps you will be little surprised to hear from me, but I feel it my duty to write a few lines now that you are one of the boys in uniform. I think of you often, and I pray that you are enjoying your work in the Navy. Just what branch are you in? Hope it is one you like...
Mother and Father are proud of you, within every letter I have received from Mother she has never failed to mention what a swell boy you are, keeping yourself clean from the pollutions of the world. It's great to have a brother with such ideals, don't let the ways of the world tear them down. LOVE, YOUR BRO. Garth
LETTER TO GARTH FROM HIS MOTHER (Karma Johnson Barton):
St. George, Utah Nov. 9, 1945
Dear Garth, .... June writes hoping you could get home he has a 7 day pass, & should get day or so home. Says he may get here on the 21st and go back Christmas morning. He asks about you every letter but hasn't your last address. He wishes you would write and tell him about this romance of yours. He says things don't look so interesting for him..."
