We went up the creek to our new home. Sylvanus had bought this place three years before and had it mostly paid for. The house just consisted of two rooms. They had just been wall papered and painted. We bought a new stove and cupboard and put new linoleum in both rooms. Everything was new and looked neat and I kept things shining. Everything was beautiful up the creek. He had planed a nice garden and radishes, green onions, etc. were ready. He had garden sage, rhubarb and asparagus. He also had a large strawberry patch and several raspberry bushes. The whole place (or the better half of it) was in a young orchard. almost every kind of fruit you would want was on the place. He had a large bee yard which consisted of over one hundred stands of bees. It was truly a garden of Eden. I got all the water I used out of a well, or carried it across the highway from the ditch. The following summer we bought our first cow.
After Sylvanus finished high school, he attended Snow College. He then went on to serve a 27-month mission in Colorado from (June 1901 to Jan 1904). After his return, he lived in Salt Lake City, where he worked on the trolly system for several years. He saved his money and was able to purchase his own farm "up the creek" East of Fairview. There was a two-room house with acres of land where he planted and cultivated all kinds of fruit trees, livestock and bees.
Before they knew it, the couple had four little girls with hardly any place to put them. One slept in a trunk, one in a drawer, and one at the foot of the bed. Sylvanus purchased another house and moved it with a team of horses to attach to the original house with a stairway in between. This more than doubled the space they had, and after that, the children slept upstairs in the addition. Three boys were added to the four girls and the family was complete.
The Home Where I Was Born
By Hannah Howell
Feb. 10, 1892 - Dec. 13, 1986
I remember, I remember
This home where I was born,
The attic window where the sun
Came Peeping through each morn.
The never ending lesson was
To live the golden rule,
And we heard the call each morning
“Come now, it’s time for school.”
I remember, I remember
The groves along the creek
Where we had our childhood parties
Roasting wieners on a stick.
How I loved the joy of freedom
With the pals I’d always known.
And the bright light in the window
Guided me so safely home.
Oh, yes, I do remember
The bee yard in the spring
Where we’d watch for new-formed swarms
And we’d hear the robins sing.
We loved the golden honey
As it rolled from out the comb;
And the blossoms in the orchard
Made a much more “home sweet home”.
Oh well I do remember
(Now I’m bowed with family cares)
Of this humble home of childhood
And my parents' fervent prayers.
They gave us gentle words of counsel.
(Now they rest beneath the sod)
But they strived to make impressions
That would turn our hearts to God.





















