I (Sherrie) wanted to share the story this morning of how dad (Ardell) got his gold tooth.
"I don't remember just which grade I was ink 7th of 8th, it must have been about the 7th grade--we were in the big room in the building (school) playing a game of drop the handkerchief, and as the person would go around each of you held hands, and they would hit your hand and you and whoever you had hands with would run around and do the same for the next one and you would drop the handkerchief at the same time and then they would have to go around as you had done. And as we were running, one of the mean little boys stuck his foot out and tripped me and I fell down on my face and broke my two front teeth. So I didn't have my two front teeth for Christmas that year. They broke right in the very middle and I never was so sick in my life, because both nerves were sticking out and I had to go to the teacher's cottage and lay down until the bus came to take us home.
Our bus was usually a team of horses and a sleigh, because we had lots of winter, and that's the way we would ride back and forth, either in a buggy or a sleigh.
My brother Clarence took me to the dentist. I think we had to go clear to Soda Springs to the dentist to have the teeth pulled out and the false teeth put in. I've had false teeth ever since.
I was eleven years of age, and when I went in one time to have some repairs, the dentist couldn't believe that they had been there that long because the bridgework was still solid and good.
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