James and Olive Walters "drew a homestead on the Harrison Flats and moved there just before my Aunt Opal Walters was born. Aunt Opal was born in the tent. James and the oldest boy Everet hauled materials across the lake and up to the flats and built a cabin. The family moved there and my mother Lela was born that year. The next year James built a pretty grand house for the times for his family. My mother, Lela, said it was a hub of activity. My Grandfather, generous to a fault with strangers and friends, loved to entertain and the girls were expected to dance, sing and play the organ he had bought for the new house for his friends and workers. James was a logger. Olive cooked for the men in the camp and took the girls with her when they were old enough to help. James ranched enough to raise feed for the horses he used in the business. The barn he built on the flats was still standing the last time I was there. Everyone said Olive was a beautiful, kind woman and the mother of a very close knit family. My Uncle Dan notes in his genealogy records: 'I married her daughter Edna and here her (Olive) tell many stories of her "Pioneer days on the reservation at Chatcolet, Idaho. She told my children of the time when her mother (Ruby Baker Rhea) was accidentally shot in the leg by her foster son, the doctor amputated her leg on the kitchen table of there (sic) home. Another true story she told was about an Indian girl who had been stabbed many times and came running to her tent (at Chatcolet) to be hid (sic) from her assailant. Her attacker threatened to kill Ollie and her husband James who sat through out the night with his rifle across his knees facing the door of their tent." He continued, "I wished that I would have been interested in geneology (sic) before her death. I am sure she could have enlightened me with much of her heritage." Written by my cousin Joan D, Submitted by John Walters