Another memory from Michael.

One of my best memories of my Dad occurred when we were a struggling family on the Rowland ranch.  I must have been about 8 or 9.  Dad was trying to restore some small hay fields in the upper reaches of the Mink Place on the Bruneau River.  One of the many problems was clearing away small rocks that littered the fields.  It was a job that had to be done by hand, and I joined my Dad and some of my other siblings in the task.  I don't know if all the others stayed on the job, but I did until quitting time.  It was exhausting work, and I was tired.  Afterwords, my Dad was full of praise that I had shown determination and persistence, and had given the effort my best.  I suppose child psychologists call that "positive reinforcement."  To reinforce the point further, he referred to that incident many times later in life.  It was a teaching moment for him, and a learning experience for me.  Dad was a man of many virtues, from his impeccable honesty to the high value he placed on working hard and on doing a job well.  His loving nature made him easy to love, but he also earned and maintained for his entire life the respect and admiration of all his children.