Dec. 23 --- The Argus Observes: Learning about Santa and the perfect sled
Dec. 20 --- Gladys Broadhurst brought to Vale for trial
Dec. 20 --- Polio epidemic ends in Malheur County after worst year across the U.S.
Dec. 17 --- The Argus Observes: “No evidence that athletes drank any beer”
Dec. 13 --- Investigation of juvenile beer drinking begins; four OHS basketball players suspended from team
Dec. 10 --- The Argus Observes --- Standing room only at new gym
Dec. 6 --- State Police break up a beer bust, arrest four teen-agers
Dec. 3 --- The Argus Observes --- Remembering Bob Morford
Oregon Frozen Food’s Nephi Grigg says company paid nation’s highest price for corn
Nephi Grigg, president of Oregon Frozen Foods --- soon to become the Ore-Ida company --- told a gathering of growers that the company had paid the highest contract price in the nation for sweet corn during the 1952 season, The Argus-Observer reported on Dec. 22.
The contract price was $25 a ton with quality bonuses that brought the top payment up to $40 a ton.
Grigg, who earlier announced that the company’s Ontario plant would begin processing frozen potato products in January, attributed the rapid success of the new business to its organization as a private company with features of a cooperative. Managers and key individuals are heavy investors he told 300 contract growers who gathered for an annual banquet at the Moore Hotel in Ontario.
That year the company paid $30,000 in dividends, $10,000 in bonuses and $400,000 in grower payments, according to its president.
Directors of the company at that time were Nephi’s brother Golden T. Grigg, Glen E. Call, who was company secretary-treasurer, Ross E. Butler, Dr. Leslie J. Emmett, Pat J. Gallagher, Ken Inahara, and Otis Williams.
Thursday, December 27, 2007
Sunday, December 23, 2007
The Argus Observes: Learning about Santa and the perfect sled
By Don Lynch
From The Argus Observer for Dec. 24, 1953
Parents playing Santa Claus must often be reminded of their own childhood experiences at Christmas time.
My own first memory in connection with Christmas if of my father explaining the Santa Claus legend, perhaps in response to a query from me, before I was old enough to go to school.
I have no recollection of being shocked or disappointed. Instead it was rather a sensation being let in on a delightful secret.
My sister, Ruth, heard all of the explanation and I remember my childish annoyance at her sometime later when she had forgotten all about it and insisted on the reality of Santa Claus.
Then I remember the intense excitement of Christmas Eve. I was always sure that I would never be able to go to sleep for I could not wait for morning to come.
As I grew older the most pleasant association with Christmas came in helping my mother wrap gifts and fix the tree after the younger children had gone to bed.
When I was old enough to go to work shining shoes, selling papers, and later carrying papers, I got more fun out of having my own money to spend for Christmas than any other benefit.
I remember as if it were yesterday shopping on Christmas Eve when the stores were open late, and finding a sturdy little table and chairs for my sister Louise, 10 years younger than I.
They had been marked down very low for late clearance and I got them at quite a bargain or I could not have bought them. She played with them a great deal and they lasted a long time.
One Christmas gift now in recollection stands out above all others of my childhood because it fitted the year to perfection.
It was a sled received in about the best winter for sledding that this country ever had. It must have been the winter of 1923-24, although It might have been a year later.
We lived in the Sunny Slope community south of Caldwell and the mail carrier brought it just two days before Christmas. It couldn’t then be kept a secret and mother explained to the other kids that it had been sent ahead because Santa lacked room to carry it.
What a wonderful combination of circumstances. It started to snow within 24 hours and got a good foot deep. Then it froze hard, about 30 below zero, forming a thick crust on topof the snow --- thick enough to walk on and thick enough to hold up the sled with myweight. The snow lasted for six weeks.
We lived at the foot of a hill and there were other hills in nearby fields. I got in more sledding during that Christmas vacation than most kids are lucky enough to experience in their entire childhood.
That was a thrilling experience for I don’t knowwhat a kid ever does that ismore fun than sledding down a hill at breakneck speed.
There’s nothing like Christmas for a youngster.
From The Argus Observer for Dec. 24, 1953
Parents playing Santa Claus must often be reminded of their own childhood experiences at Christmas time.
My own first memory in connection with Christmas if of my father explaining the Santa Claus legend, perhaps in response to a query from me, before I was old enough to go to school.
I have no recollection of being shocked or disappointed. Instead it was rather a sensation being let in on a delightful secret.
My sister, Ruth, heard all of the explanation and I remember my childish annoyance at her sometime later when she had forgotten all about it and insisted on the reality of Santa Claus.
Then I remember the intense excitement of Christmas Eve. I was always sure that I would never be able to go to sleep for I could not wait for morning to come.
As I grew older the most pleasant association with Christmas came in helping my mother wrap gifts and fix the tree after the younger children had gone to bed.
When I was old enough to go to work shining shoes, selling papers, and later carrying papers, I got more fun out of having my own money to spend for Christmas than any other benefit.
I remember as if it were yesterday shopping on Christmas Eve when the stores were open late, and finding a sturdy little table and chairs for my sister Louise, 10 years younger than I.
They had been marked down very low for late clearance and I got them at quite a bargain or I could not have bought them. She played with them a great deal and they lasted a long time.
One Christmas gift now in recollection stands out above all others of my childhood because it fitted the year to perfection.
It was a sled received in about the best winter for sledding that this country ever had. It must have been the winter of 1923-24, although It might have been a year later.
We lived in the Sunny Slope community south of Caldwell and the mail carrier brought it just two days before Christmas. It couldn’t then be kept a secret and mother explained to the other kids that it had been sent ahead because Santa lacked room to carry it.
What a wonderful combination of circumstances. It started to snow within 24 hours and got a good foot deep. Then it froze hard, about 30 below zero, forming a thick crust on topof the snow --- thick enough to walk on and thick enough to hold up the sled with myweight. The snow lasted for six weeks.
We lived at the foot of a hill and there were other hills in nearby fields. I got in more sledding during that Christmas vacation than most kids are lucky enough to experience in their entire childhood.
That was a thrilling experience for I don’t knowwhat a kid ever does that ismore fun than sledding down a hill at breakneck speed.
There’s nothing like Christmas for a youngster.
Thursday, December 20, 2007
Gladys Broadhurst brought to Vale for trial
The Dec. 19, 1946 Ontario Argus reported that Gladys Broadhurst of Caldwell had been indicted for murder and brought to Vale for trial, beginning the saga of one of the most infamous murder trials in Eastern Oregon history. The elements included a local cowboy who carried out the murder at the behest of his noir-type lover and well-to-do victim, a former chiropractor with a ranch in the expansive south county country surrounding Jordan Valley. For more on the opening of the case, follow our link to our T.C. Lessons blog.
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