I was born in the old Jacob Frei home and lived there till father built our home across the street (at the corner of Santa Clara Dr. and Victor St.) when I was 1 year old. Years later the water system was built and water piped into the home and the kitchen was divided to make a bathroom. Before that we carried our water from the ditch across the street. When storms came and the ditch was muddy we would get our water from Harmon Gubler or Sam Wittwer's well or John S. Stucki's cistern. I attended school in a 2 room school house at the corner of Chapel st and Santa Clara Drive. We played baseball with balls our mothers made out of yarn from old socks tied tight to make it hard. We played marbles; I always had plenty of marbles. We made our own recreation as we had no transportation to go anywhere. We used to pop corn, make molasses candy with our friends. After church we would wander through the fields gathering fruit or squawbush gum or melons for a melon bust. Summers I worked on the farm, cut and hauled wood for the widows in the ward. (Father was the bishop) Saturdays, we deacons chopped wood to heat the church and cleaned and trimmed the kerosene lamps. At age 12, I rode with some of the other men in town to gather father's cattle, we took the herd to Bull Valley for the summer. Late in the summer we gathered the fat cattle and trailed them to Modena where they would be loaded on railroad cars for the Los Angeles market. In September we would separate the calves and bring them home for the winter. In the spring the herds were brought together for marking and branding at the old Sand Corral on the Santa Clara River. Father would also make several trips to mining camps in Nevada to peddle fruit, vegetables, pork, and chickens. Almost everyone grew grapes and made wine for their own use and to sell or trade. One late afternoon, Conrad Nageli asked some of us boys to help him siphon wine form a vat into barrels in his cellar. We tasted the juice each time we had to transfer the hose to a new barrel. It tasted so sweet and good we just kept on tasting it. We stopped to rest on a pile of green cottonwood near George Staheli's and the next I knew the sun was shining full in my face, it was morning; I had forgotten all about the date I had made to take a girl to a dance the night before. I played basketball and baseball in school. We took second place in the state championship in basketball 1916. I married Rhoda Barbara Tobler in 1917. The Temple was closed due to a flu epidemic so we were later sealed in the St. George Temple March 1918. We spent the summer of 1918 on John Hafen's Homestead in Bull Valley. We lost our first child in 1919. In Sept 1919 I was called on a mission to the Northern States Mission. Rhoda lived with my parents while I was gone. I was set apart by Elder Joseph Fielding Smith and received my patriarchal blessing from Hyrum G. Smith. While on my mission, my father and his brothers went in with the Hafens on a cattle ranch in Nevada the called the Hafen and Frei Ranch. We had 1000 head of cattle on the ranch. I worked on the ranch after my return from my mission. In sept. 1921, Rhoda and I moved to the Shivwitt Indian reservation where I taught school and Rhoda taught the girls homemaking and prepared dinner for the children. Spring 1922, we moved back to my parent's home, I worked the farm and worked on the Ivins Canal. I also began building a home on the Ivins bench. We moved upon the bench along with 6 other couples that built homes there. We each had a tract of ground to raise hay and grain, and a home lot where we raised a garden. We had several cows, raised chickens and shipped eggs and cream. We raised a number of pigs. We hauled wood off the west mountains to sell. We worked on the Ivins Reservoir. In 1924 our daughter Rayma was born. More families moved in and in 1924 we had our own post office. 1925 we build a new chapel and I was sustained as Presiding Elder of the Ivins Branch. 1927 Agnes was born. In 1933 we purchased our home in Santa Clara (now on the corner or Quail st. and Santa Clara Dr.) In 1931 Delores was born and the next spring Rhoda became seriously ill and died in August 1932. The following winter, I remodeled our home and in March 1933 married Edith Miller in the St. George Temple. I worked the farm, sold produce. In 1934 Layne was born, and the following year, Rhoda Marie was born. We added on to our home. 1935-1942 I worked for the Civilian Conservation Corps supervising young men in the building of dams, ditches, and soil conservation projects around southern utah. In 1942 I was transferred to Hill Air force Base to do grounds maintenance, I stayed until the fall then quit and came home. That year Boyd was born making 6 children in all. November 1942 I was called to be Bishop of the Santa Clara Ward and set apart by Joseph L. Wirthlin. I served as bishop for 7-1/2 years until 1950. In 1955, I built a home for Mervin Shumway in Blanding. My son-in-law, Dan Pendleton went out with me to work. I came home when the home was completed but Dan stayed there with his family. On return home I sold my cattle and range rights and worked full time as a carpenter building homes in Southern Utah and Nevada. I badly injured my right hand on a table saw but the doctor was able to sew back my thumb and first finger and I was able to still use a hammer. In 1960 I worked for the Forest Service. I raise a small garden at home, have an orchard across the creek and I always raise 2-3 calves that I pasture in the orchard. In 1969 Edith and I began doing temple work in earnest. In 1975 my daughter Delores and her husband Dan built a home on part of our lot. I work with Dan during the summer. They moved in Sept. 1975.