by EUGENE H. HALVERSON
This was many years before I met and married my wife who had a great grandfather (Jorgen Smith) who founded a town below here that he named Notom. Some of his children married and settled Fruita. They built houses, a school and planted the fruit trees and gardens that made it look so beautiful. It was harvest time and they picking apricots and they wanted us to help them. In order to talk to them we had to pick fruit and we enjoyed it. We didn’t need money only answers to a million questions. I talked to many people there but I can only remember De Ana Oyler Smith who married into the family. Relations were the Smiths, Holts, Mulfords
Then one day I came back to my Wonderland to show it off. The road was gone and a new one was in its place. I couldn’t quite find my way around here now. The name, the store, the houses, fruit cellars and farms had been destroyed. I began to feel sorry for myself until I thought of the people, the kids and even the farm animals. The little store would have been a great visitor center. It, other houses, the farms and fruit cellars that the pioneers had built are gone and no one remembers anything. At one time I was told that the trees would be taken out too. Oh, what would I give for a picture of it as I remembered it.