Aunt Ruth's Book, Frank's Autobiography, page 4, paragraph 5

When father left for his mission on November 8, 1894, just before Christmas, Uncle Edward Follett came from Pima and took us to stay awhile with mother’s folks. We started out with two big three year old colts and two work horses of ours in addition to Uncle’s team. When we neared Florence, one of the colts gave out and we had to sell her to a rancher for $4.00 and three bales of hay. Soon one of the mares in the team gave out. We tied her to the back of the wagon. She got so tired that she fell and broke her neck. This made mother feel very bad to lose these two animals. The rest of the trip was made safely. A few days after we arrived at Uncle Ed’s, our colt was found dead. This left us with only two horses.

Aunt Ruth's Book, Frank's Autobiography, page 4, paragraph 4

In the early days in Mesa, we had to make our own amusements so we were close together in our work and play. Usually I had assignments of work to do and after it was finished I could play. My friends would come for me to go swimming or to play games but I could not go until my work was finished so the boys would help me and then we could all go to our play sooner.

Aunt Ruth's Book, Frank's Autobiography, page 4, paragraph 3

Father kept some cows for milking and at eight years of age, I learned to milk so that when he was away from home I took over and did the milking. I soon had to drive the cows to pasture in the morning and bring them home at night and learned to ride a horse to do it. I also learned to work in the garden and orchard keeping the weeds out and irrigating them. At ten years of age, when father left for a mission to the Southern States, I had to look after all the work on the place. I milked the cows, hauled the milk to the dairy in a little wagon, and then took the cows to pasture before going to school. The training received in my early life has helped me in a good many ways since.

Aunt Ruth's Book, Frank's Autobiography, page 4, paragraph 2

On the way up there, while climbing up Reno Pass, I fell on a flat leaf prickly pear and broke a thorn off in my little finger. It stayed there for several years before it finally worked out. We camped at a water-hole one night. During the night bears came down to drink but they didn’t bother us. The next morning when we left camp, my cousin, Earl Greenwell, left his cap behind. After we had gone several miles, it was found missing and George Horne, a boy with the group, volunteered to ride back and get it. He got the hat but before he overtook the company, they had passed a fork in the road. When he got there he did not know which way we had gone and became frightened. He rode a ways up one road and when he did not find us, he rode back to the fork and up another road and still did not find us. In the meantime the folks became alarmed when he did not come so some of the men rode back to find him. When they found him, he was unharmed but very happy to be back with the others. The next morning we continued our journey and all reached home safely.

Aunt Ruth's Book, Frank's Autobiography, Page 4, paragraph 1

In the summer of 1891 we went to Pinetop for Conference which was attended by a group from Mesa and presided over by Apostles George Q. Cannon and Joseph F. Smith.