This cute picture was taken of my Aunt Nellie when she was 4 years old. I believe it is probably at Wintercamp, Id. Her puppies, Salt and Pepper are sharing the stump with her.
My Mom used to tell a story from her youth about my Grandfather, Otis Wells. He would jump up on an old tree stump and with great enthusiasm and antics, recite a poem he wrote. It was called Sam Jack. When I saw this picture I couldn’t help but wonder if this was the stump he used.
My Grandma Lillie was an artist. She didn’t have any true formal training but I believe Mom told me she took a class from one of those ” Can you draw?” ads in magazines. She was always sketching something. I have a few of her drawings…wish I had more. She would sketch on her art notebook, post cards, or like this one she did of “Sam Jack”, on an old envelope.
I’m Sam Jack of the West. I was reared in the Rockies,
Sired by an aligator, mothered by a grizzly bear.
I can run faster, jump higher, dive deeper,
and come up dryer than anyone here.
I was tossed up with a basket of butcher knives
and come down without a scratch.
The further up the creek you get, the wilder they are,
and I’m right from the head!
I started going through boxes of old pictures a couple of years ago. I hope to continue digging through them and sharing the memories they evoke. Hopefully new generations of our family will have a small glimpse into some of their ancestors.
This memory is for Sam Jack and his creators….Otis and Lillie Wells. Love and miss you both!