Wednesday, November 25, 2009

Dry Wit

During the record-breaking summer of 1965, most of the time the only thing that was dry on the Manti-Lasal Forest was Bruce Barton's wit. Through one of those drenching storms one evening, he and Willis Sorensen returned from different herds to the same camp.

"This hat Lee gave me leaks!" exclaimed Willis.

"If I were you," said Bruce, "I'd tell him I want my money back."

This came from a little booklet entitled Sourdough Reveries of The Rance. Volume 1, Number 1 May 1966 priced at 10 cents. This was published by Lydia Sorensen. It says inside, that if this number proves successful, we plan to produce an attractive cover in which to bind it with future issues. Evidently it was not successful for, as far as I know, it was the only edition.
Publish Post

Sunday, November 22, 2009

Lee Barton--Bishop

In a letter written March 1, 1971 to her daughters, Lydia writes

Daddy went to meeting with Linda and me. Rojer as on the road with the monster,--that's my private nickname for that truck he drives. It reminds me of a railroad car, it's so big. ...They installed a new Bishopric. Daddy told me about Wednesday they were going to and I was impatient with curiosity. He asked me who I thought it would be. Daddy told them (the Findlays) Lee was going to be the new Bishop and George Bench and Daddy were going to be the counselors. (neither George Bench nor Willis went to church so this shows Willis's sense of humor.)

I said, "You'll counsel him about his sheep." That sounded so Biblical, as if out of the New Testament, that I changed it,--"about his flock," which sounded even more so. Don (Findlay) said, "Yeah!"

Lee gave Daddy a real compliment in his talk. He said that in his work, there was a man sitting in the audience who had helped him for many years. That was Willis Sorensen. Lee said no finer man ever lived. Daddy's face flamed and Lee went on appreciating his family and other people, and Daddy's complexion returned to normal. One reason I have enjoyed the Bartons so much is that they were always prasing Daddy and that was sweet music to me.

Friday, October 30, 2009

Visitors at the sheep camp

Willis and Lydia in front of the sheep camp. Willis was frequently visited during the summer on the mountain by friends and strangers alike. People were always willing to drop in for some mutton, sourdough, and dry humor.

Sheep Camp Hair Cut

I don't know who the barber is.

Sunday, October 25, 2009

Shearing sheep

The sheep were sheared in the spring in Manti after they had been trucked in from the desert. I don't know who the shearer in the picture is.

Desert Friends

Willis made lots of friends where ever he herded. Some of his most treasured friends were Victor and Dorthea Kaufman of Black Rock and their son Jim and daughter-in-law Kristin.


Willis became famed for his sourdough biscuits. He always had a crock going. Many people would stop to visit him just to chat and for some mutton and sourdough. On the mountain, it always tasted good but you had to turn a blind eye to all of the grease used in the mutton.