James:  "Our ancestor, David Johnson, and his wife Martha Patsey Cutler, moved to an uninhabited wooded area in Indiana Territory in 1816.  They started out with four horses, and David hired a man to assist them.  The first night out, they hobbled the horses, and the two best ones got away.  The hired man was sent back to find them, and they never saw him again.

"They continued on their journey through the wilderness, which included coming to a steep place where they had to take the wagon apart, and carry everything down by hand where they reassembled and reloaded the wagon.  When they got to within 12 miles of the cabin that David had previously put together, they left their eldest son in charge of the wagon, and went on ahead.  The cabin was just four log walls with a roof.  They cut a door through the logs, and built a fire on the ground inside, letting the smoke escape through the cracks between the logs.

"The next day David left the family, and went back for the wagon.  He didn't return by nightfall.  Patsey had cut poles on which to make beds.  One of her little ones got croup in the night, and she had to send her nine-year-old daughter through the dark woods to get some water.

"Those women were made of stout material.  I remember a story about another woman of that time.  I think it was the mother of Joseph Smith.  She was also moving, and had also hired a man to assist them.  The fellow absconded with the horses just like happened with the Johnsons.  She found him in a tavern, marched in and announced in a loud voice that the man had stolen her horses.  The other men in the tavern jumped to her assistance, and she got her horses back."

Mac:  "That sounds like my mother-in-law, Irene.  We were expecting our first baby, and were living in the yellow house.  We didn't have a telephone, and that worried Irene to death.  Joyce was often alone.  What if she went into labor while I was gone?  Irene went to Herman Wizwell, who ran the Haines telephone company, and told him to install a telephone.

"Days passed, and Wizwell never came.  Irene got more and more irate, and finally went to see him again.  He showed up the very next day, and installed a telephone.  I complimented him on his quick service.  His response was, "I was afraid she might come back!"

Tim:  "Well, we were loading big potato trucks out in the field, and sending the potatoes straight to the plant.  The guy in charge randomly decided that the trucks needed to go somewhere else, and ordered them to leave.  Our crew was all there and working, and without the trucks we wouldn't have been able to do anything.  Jan went and stood in the road, and wouldn't let the trucks pass.  The trucking boss backed down.  The trucks stayed, and we got the potatoes harvested.

"All the trucks had CBs, and the CBs were sure buzzing all up and down the road as the drivers told the other trucks that were still coming about the crazy woman that made their boss back down."