DRAPER, Ethel Hortense Newby

1904 - 1987  (83 years)  Submit Photo / Document

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• Name	DRAPER, Ethel Hortense Newby
  Birth	11 Feb 1904	Nephi, Juab, Utah, United States
  Gender	Female
  WAC	23 Feb 1927	SLAKE
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  Death	1 Jun 1987	Provo, Utah, Utah, United States
  Burial	6 Jun 1987	Spanish Fork, Utah, Utah, United States
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  Family	RINDLISBACHER, Lester Raymond ,   b. 21 Apr 1901, Herriman, Salt Lake, Utah, United States Herriman, Salt Lake, Utah, United Statesd. 25 Apr 1980, Provo, Utah, Utah, United States (Age 79 years)
  Children	+ 1. RINDLISBACH, Aloha ,   b. 11 Nov 1929, Riverton, Salt Lake, Utah, United States Riverton, Salt Lake, Utah, United Statesd. 19 Apr 2013, Salt Lake City, Salt Lake, Utah, United States (Age 83 years)
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  She was born Ethel Hortense Newby. When she was about four years old when her mother died from burns received when her long hair caught fire, A grandson, A. D. Dahle reports: "All I know from mom is Ethel's mother died from burns when her long hair caught fire from a cook stove. Her other male siblings then looked for work. The sisters were scattered among other aunts and uncles." Because Ethel was young, she was raised by an aunt and uncle, Cynthia and Kimball Draper, who later adopted her. A true story by Gay Louise Rindlisbacher Dahle about her mother, Ethel Many years ago, in a little town in Nevada, lived a little girl named Ethel. She had a long, thick, black braid, snappy brown eyes, and a mind of her own. She lived with her Uncle Kim and Aunt Tint. Ethel loved living on a small farm at the northwest end of town. Behind the house was a big yard with room enough for a garden, flowers, apple trees, a small stream, and even a large patch of mint. In the fall, they cut and dried the leaves, then steeped them in water and strained them out to make a delicious hot drink for those chilly winter months, or any time to make you feel better when you caught a cold and felt simply miserable. Ethel liked hers with honey and cream. Aunt Tint was a wonderful seamstress. She made Ethel pretty dresses that she wore to school. The girls at school would see her dresses, and if they liked them, they would order one or two, keeping Aunt Tint busy sewing dresses for Ethel’s friends. Uncle Kim was very busy, too. In the spring, he’d plant a very large garden. Then he would thin the apples on the apple trees so that he would have big, beautiful apples in the fall. And of course, he had to tend his patch of mint. Uncle Kim had special helpers for his patch of mint—eight fluffy baby geese. They were so soft and fluffy that they looked like yellow balls of down waddling around. The goslings loved to eat the tender young weeds that grew in the patch, but they hated the taste of mint, so Uncle Kim’s mint patch stayed weed free all summer. Ethel loved the little geese and they loved her. Lined up one by one in a neat little row, they followed her all around the yard, past the garden, to the stream that flowed under the apple trees. There they swam and gobbled grasshoppers and water skippers for breakfast. Then they all marched back to the mint patch to feast on the young weeds. Each evening, Ethel would call the geese and they would follow her right back to the pen for the night. By the time summer started, the baby geese had started to grow. Their legs grew longer. They lost their fluffy down. And feathers began to poke out through the yellow fluff. They looked a little rough for a while, but after a month or so, the geese were covered with smooth, shiny, white feathers that glistened in the sunlight. With their bright orange bill, legs, and feet, Ethel thought they were beautiful! Everyone kept busy all summer long, with Uncle Kim and Aunt Tint tending the yard and garden, always keeping a close eye on those apple trees to make sure no army worms came marching in to make the trees their home and the apples their feasts. Aunt Tint stopped her sewing and started canning fruits and vegetables as fast as they were brought in to her. Ethel helped wherever she was needed. September approached and the apples were getting larger and beautifully red. Just one frost and the apples would be ripe and sweet and ready for picking. Fall was in the air and soon, the first frost came. Uncle Kim brought out the bushel baskets, ladder, and apple picker from the tool shed. Aunt Tint checked the two large wooden barrels on the back porch. She wiped them clean and made sure the lids fit well. Then, she filled them with clean, cool water from the well. This was very important—it made the wood swell and fit together tight so that the barrels wouldn't leak, for soon they would be filled with sweet, crisp apple cider! Fall was a wonderful time of year! It was time to harvest all of the vegetables in the garden. Pumpkins, carrots, potatoes, and bushels of apples were all carefully stored in the root cellar to be used when the snow and cold weather came. It was also the time for the town fair. Uncle Kim always took his largest pumpkin, potatoes, and carrots to the vegetable booth for judging. Aunt Tint was busy, too, making the wonderful apple pies that had won blue ribbons two years in a row. She was hoping for a third ribbon to add to her collection this year. One day, as Uncle Kim was arranging vegetables neatly in the cellar, he spotted two jugs of last year’s cider sitting behind a pile of empty baskets. He carried them up to the back porch and set them next to the two clean barrels that were now ready for fresh cider. He left them there and went back to finish his work, Ethel trailing along behind him. Aunt Tint put her pies on the table to cool and Uncle Kim loaded his vegetables in the back of the black Model-T Ford. Ethel went to the mint patch to call in the geese for the night. The day had been long and busy, and everyone was tired, but full of excitement because tomorrow was the day of the fair! With chores done, supper over, baths taken, and clothes laid out for the next day, everyone piled into bed. The next morning started at 7:00am. Ethel let the geese out while Aunt Tint ground some wheat for hot cereal, which was delicious with homemade toast and apple jelly. Eight o’clock came and off to the fair they went. Uncle Kim’s pumpkin took first prize, which made him swell with pride. Aunt Tint’s pie was the best once again! The vegetables Uncle Kim had taken took Second Prize, but they were all happy. Ethel found some friends and they visited the petting pens and rode plenty of rides. The day went quickly and soon they were headed home, tired, but very happy with the day’s events. At home, Uncle Kim and Aunt Tint unloaded the car. Ethel ran off to call the geese, feed them, and put them in their pen for the night—no geese. She called and called, but the geese were not to be found. Not in the mint patch. Not in the apple orchard. Not swimming in the stream. Not anywhere! Ethel ran back to the house and searched all around it! To her surprise, there, lying on the grass, she found all of her geese—stretched out on their backs, feet in the air, eyes closed! Not a sound did they make. Ethel touched one gently; it didn't move at all. “Oh no!” Ethel thought. “Aunt Tint, Uncle Kim! Come here and see!” she called. Aunt Tint and Uncle Kim came running out of the house. “Ethel, what is wrong?” they asked with concern. “Look at the geese!” Ethel cried. Uncle Kim and Aunt Tint couldn’t believe their eyes, for there on the grass were their eight beautiful geese, not moving at all. Uncle Kim walked over to the grass and picked one up—no movement. He sadly shook his head as he laid all of the geese in a pile. Aunt Tint shook her head, too, as a tear slipped down her cheek. “This is terrible. But we mustn’t be wasteful. We’ll pick all the feathers off of the geese so that I can make nice, fluffy pillows for the family for Christmas.” So into the night the three sad people picked the soft, downy feathers from their beloved geese’s breasts, wings, and backs. Laying the bare geese in a pile for Uncle Kim to bury in the morning—since no one could bear the thought of eating their precious little friends—the weary threesome traipsed sadly off to bed. Morning came early and Ethel awoke as the sun crept into her room. As she opened her eyes, she thought she heard a funny noise. There it was again. She jumped up and opened the window, making the strange noise grow even louder. It sounded like many rusty, squeaky hinges being blown back and forth in the wind. Suddenly, Ethel remembered the geese and the sad events of the night before. She walked slowly to the back door and slowly opened it so she could see her geese one last time. To Ethel’s amazement, the geese weren’t in a pile anymore! They were standing there, all huddled together and shaking from the cold. “Uncle Kim! Aunt Tint! Come quickly and see!” Once again, her aunt and uncle hurried over to see the cause of her alarm. Such a strange sight was before them—eight bare, shivering geese, huddled together for warmth! “Well, I’ll be!” Aunt Tint exclaimed. “What in the world happened?” Uncle Kim looked around in an attempt to answer this question that was puzzling all three of them. There, next to the porch, he saw the jugs of last year’s cider, tipped over. “That’s not how I left those,” he thought. On closer inspection, he saw that they were empty, and he began piecing everything together. “While we were out yesterday, those geese must have gotten on the porch (for geese are very curious by nature) and knocked over the jugs, causing the corks to pop out and the cider to spill all over the ground. Those geese must have drunk all of that strong, old cider,” explained Uncle Kim thoughtfully. “Why, those geese weren’t dead last night; they were drunk!” What a laugh those three had that cold fall morning, standing together on the porch, shaking just like the poor geese, but with laughter instead of cold. “What shall we do with naked geese?” “Well, first we need to put them in the pen and feed them,” Uncle Kim replied. “But we need to think about this some more over a cup of hot mint.” While sipping their hot, minty drinks and still laughing over the plight of the geese, an idea popped into Aunt Tint’s head. “Are you two willing to help me for two or three days?” “Of course we are!” exclaimed Ethel. “What are you thinking about, Tint?” asked Uncle Kim. “You’ll see,” she replied with a grin. “Now hurry along, you two. We need more wood for the fire and chores need doing.” With that, Aunt Tint disappeared into the sewing room. Finally, she came out with her knitting needles and a ball of colorful yarn. She sat down in her favorite rocking chair by the warm fire and her needles began to fly. The needles clicked away all day as Uncle Kim and Ethel kept up with the chores and housework. Uncle Kim cooked and Ethel washed the dishes. After a few hours, Aunt Tint proudly held up a very different-looking, long-necked…thing. “What is it?” Ethel asked bewilderedly. Uncle Kim waited for a reply. “Why it’s a sweater!” she responded as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. “A sweater?!” Ethel and Uncle Kim said in unison. “Yes, a goose sweater. Kim, go out and bring me a goose!” Ethel and Uncle Kim brought in the goose. Uncle Kim tugged the multi-colored sweater over its honking head and onto the struggling goose’s body. “Why Aunt Tint, I do believe it will work! A goose sweater!” Ethel declared happily. “Yes,” Aunt Tint said, satisfied. “Now take that goose out so I can get seven more done!” Once again, the knitting needles began to fly. Two days passed and the little pile of goose sweaters on the floor grew one by one. “Done at last!” Aunt Tint finally sighed. Out the three went to the goose pen where the remaining geese had sweaters pulled over their startled, but grateful, heads. Now they would be warm until spring when new feathers would come in and make them beautifully shiny, white geese once again. In the meantime, Aunt Tint’s geese were the talk of the town. They were the most fashionable, colorful geese anyone could ever hope to see! If you're interested in an illustrated storybook of this fun family history tale, my niece illustrated it and uploaded it to lulu. http://www.lulu.com/shop/gay-louise-rindlisbacher-dahle/aunt-tints-apple-cider/paperback/product-21907958.html