Arrowhead hunting.
I grew up around some very special people in Duchesne. I talk about many of them when I recite stories from my youth. They all had different likes and abilities as well and so no two of them ever affected me the same. One such special person was my neighbor on the bench Edna Rasmussen. I sold milk to her during my teen years as I milked the cows and dad let me keep the money from the sale of the milk as my allowance. I knew Edna quite well and was also able to visit her in her home several times, a treat that was always liked because of getting to see the arrowhead collection that she had made and framed and hung on her living room wall.
Edna had collected the arrowheads and other Indian artifacts long before the government decided to make it against the law. She also had collected large amounts pf petrified wood as well since the two items were often located around the same areas of Duchesne where she would go to hunt for these artifacts. We as a family got to go with her one Saturday and I will never forget finding one arrowhead myself that was almost in perfect condition. However I will also never forget being right behind my sister Leesa as she found the perfect coal black arrowhead in what was possibly a firepit. Lynn was just in front of her and had in fact looked in the same pit but had missed the artifact and has always been somewhat jealous of Leesa because she found it and not him. I don’t know where that arrowhead is now but I do know where mine is and I have it with my artifacts and treasures of my youth. It seldom sees daylight but it is still there along with the memories of hunting for it with Edna.
