Families

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• Early Settlers
• McINTOSH Family
• Memories of growing up in Richfield

Early Settlers of Lincoln County

Anderson, Baugh, Burkette, Ballinger, Bowler, Bernard, Beriochoa, Borne, Borden, Brown, Crane, Connels, Crawford, Clinger, Darrah, Dexter, Dill, Erpelding, Emerson, Frees, Finlayson, Faught's, Fields, Findelo, Green, Gilmore, Goodwin, Gossett, Gooding, Gomes, Hilton, Hanafin, Haddock, Holden, Haak, Johnson, Kunz, Ketron, Kelly, Landsborough, Lemmon, McIntosh, Mulliners, McFall, Myers, McClusky, Murphy, Mabbutt, Nebekers, Novinger, Poteet, Paulson, Rowe, Rands, Springer, Smock, Soloaga, Sims, Sant, Strunk, Senter, Towne, Thomason, Thatcher, Turnbull, Wheeler, Wallaces, Wayment, Wernicke, Werrys, Webb, Zugg.

McINTOSH Family

By Wilma Edith McIntosh Boger

John Sevier McIntosh was born 7 July 1886 at Ava, Douglas, Missouri. He left home at 16 years and went to California, Then on to Idaho where he obtained work for a Frank Gooding. In 1907 he moved to Richfield, Lincoln county, Idaho, shortly returning to Missouri he married Ruby Ellen Ketron and brought his bride back to Richfield where they lived their remaining lives.

All of us were born and raised in Richfield. John Clifton was the oldest child. He grew up - ran off and joined the army and was stationed in Hawaii. There was no war going on then and you could buy a guy out. Dad finally bought him out to work on the farm. When Pearl Harbor Day came on December 7, 1941- Cliff was the first one to enlist from Lincoln County. He was a Master Sergeant, was sent overseas and was killed in 1944 in a tank that was blown up. He is buried in a military cemetery near Luxembourg.

Helen Marjorie was next and married Herbert Storey in 1941, He was from Missouri and worked for our father. They lived at the ranch until dad sold the farm and then they moved to Hill City, they had 3 sons.

Hubert Lincoln the third child worked at the grocery store and went one year to college. He joined the army during WW11 and was stationed in Pocatello. He was an M. P. and Master Sergeant. One time when his prisoners beat __ out of him, he went to the hospital and Marge nursed him. They were married and had seven children.

I was next, Wilma Edith, and married Edward Boger, we had 4 children.

Virginia Rose (Tiny). She took a beautician course in Boise and married Don Reynolds, they had two children. He was a floor sander.

Carl was next and joined as soon as he finished high school. He was injured in 1944. He was in a fox hole and the Germans were strafing. He said the plane went over once, and he looked up to see if it was coming back. It was! They carried the wounded into hospitals, and cared for the ones they thought would recover first. They figured Carl would die so only gave him penicillin. When they got around to him his intestines were hanging out- he had part of an ear off- a hole thru his head and so many shrapnel wounds you couldn't count them. He was in the hospital there for a long time, then they flew him back to Spokane. Six doctors operated on him for 8 hours. They put tubes in his guts, put them back in and sewed him up. He had 8 pieces of shrapnel in his brain. They decided not to operate. Nature built a coating around them and they said he'd live until they moved. He was deaf in one ear. He eventually came home and lived with us and went to the deaf and blind school. Moving to Boise he bought a house and lived by himself. In November 1963 the shrapnel apparently had moved and he was found dead at his home.

Last was Lois Arlene. She went to business school in Twin Falls. Later she married Tom Woodson.

Memories of Growing Up at Richfield

By Wilma Edith McIntosh Boger

I was born in Richfield on July 10, 1919, to John Sevier and Ruby Ellen Ketron McIntosh.

We all had to work and help out on the ranch in those days. I started milking cows when I was eight years old, we would get up at 5 a.m.- dress by an old coal stove, then milk and separate the milk, feed the calves and pigs before we went to school. When school was out we went home and did the same thing all over again at 5 p.m. This was done 7 days a week. We drove hay-stackers, piled hay, fed horses and cows, hoed beets, picked spuds, canned, cleaned house and did the cooking.

Our ranch was just outside Richfield a little ways and you had to go up a lane to the house. There was always kids there from town and we would play ball, kick the can, hide and seek and anny-i-over. We played in a canal that ran by the house and played in the neighbors pond and ice-house. The neighbors had big high sheep sheds on their place and we would climb for sparrow eggs. We skied on barrel stoves and ice skated on the frozen ponds even thou we didn't have skates.

During the school year we either walked or rode horse's to school and when the snow got high it would be over the fences and we could just walk over the fences. Sometimes in the winter when it was real cold and a blizzard would hit dad would take us to school on the hay rack. By the time we reached the school house the rack was always loaded with kids.

When the fruit peddlers would come by and start down the lane to leave, my brother Cliff would jump on the back of the truck and hand out watermelons and cantaloupes to the rest of us. We'd make quite a haul. One old fat peddler had whiskers all over his face and chewed tobacco. He would always catch me and and kiss me and I hated it. One day he asked for a glass of water, so I went in to get it. I spied some Epsom salts and I dumped two spoonfuls in to the glass and stirred it up. He swigged it down- and he never came again! I wonder?

We always had a hired man. One of them was so dirty we could hardly stand him. Another one was about 7 feet tall. Mom used to put a chair at the foot of the bed and cover up his feet because he was to long for the bed.

We always had a horse to ride. One day I rode to town to buy a dozen eggs for mom so she could bake an angel food cake for someone. I had the eggs in a paper sack, because that was the way you got eggs then. Two ornery boys hid behind a tree and jumped out and scared the horse, he bucked me off and broke all the eggs. I cried all the way home.

Dad bought our first car in 1929. It was a model A Ford. But our enjoyment was short lived. The depression hit and it was stored in the garage for a year. In 1931 dad finally had to sell it to the banker for $100.00 so he could buy us kids some warm clothes to go to school in. We always had enough to eat, but we never knew what pocket money was. Once in a great while we might get a little candy if mom had enough money.

Mom did everything she could to make extra money. She worked in the fields like a man because we couldn't afford extra help. She churned butter and molded it in an old wooden butter mold. She baked angel food cakes and at one time we sold our milk to the milk man in town. We bottled the milk in the cellar and he would drive out to get it. One night he came up out of the cellar and fell over the wood pile and broke every bottle. Guess a lot of people did with out milk that day.

A little time out for more of our growing up days. When harvest time came, the big threshing machine and all the farmers moved from one place to another until all the threshing was done. When it was your turn to thresh it also was your turn to feed all the men. We had two long tables and started early in the morning. For the noon meal we'd pick two bushel's of corn, kill about 10 chickens, bake 6 pies or 3 cakes, peeled spuds and cook on an old coal range. It was a hot hard job but mom always served the best meals around. We raised a huge garden and there was always all kinds of vegetables. Dad would buy a truck load of watermelons and cantaloupe and we would have them at threshing time.

Every year we canned hundreds of quarts of fruit. Peddlers would come with them or we would go to the orchards and pick. We'd have tubs full of pie cherries, we would pit and mom would can. One day a load of neighbors went in a truck to pick pie cherries. One old lady was cross-eyed and she'd almost go to sleep. It was so funny we laughed, and we sure got hell when we got home. One thing mom and dad taught us was not to make fun of anyone, especially someone who had something wrong with them.

Christmas time we always had plenty to eat and home-made candy. Our presents were mostly hand made but we were satisfied.

On June 8th 1940 I married Edward F. Boger. We moved to Gooding in 1942 and raised 4 children. Edward died in 1966 and is buried in Richfield.

[Wilma died 05 Feb 1996, and was buried in Richfield Cemetery]

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