Q: What are your memories of Moab as a young boy growing up, the size of the town?
A: Great memories. It was between 800 and 1000 people, until I left to go to college it was the same size. Primarily agriculture. Livestock. A lot of farming here in the valley. Almost every professional person in town, the town’s lawyer Mitch Melich, and my Dad and all of the rest of them had little farms. They had to have something to supplement their income. So, until I went away to college, I had to milk a cow morning and evening. When I left for college, they sold the cow. And when we moved down to our little 9-acre farm, Adrien, who grew up kind of a city girl, wanted all kinds of animals. We’ve had pigs and chickens and sheep and geese. But I put my foot down when she said a cow. No way. I’ll never milk another cow.
Q: Were there a lot of kids your age at that time?
A: Seemed like there were. There were only 22 kids in my high school graduating class. Most of them are still here and we are all very close friends. And I had some marvelous friends, marvelous growing up experiences here. Playing up on the red hill or down on the creek bottom. Kids complain today about not having anything to do. I never had any problem finding things to do; there were too many things to do here. And when it got hot like it has been in this last week or two, we spent our time in the swimming pool, which came to Moab in the late 1930s, or at the power dam or in the creek. We stayed wet. And when we’d go home at night, the family would be gathered outside on the porch or in the back yard. It would be too hot in the house, no air conditioning.