On one occasion, he and another carpenter were shingling the roof of a very large barn. They would greet each other in the morning, and then say “I’ll see you at noon.” Each went to one end of the roof and started working. Without fail, they would meet in the center at noon.

It took them a half a day to put one course of shingles on that roof. Peter was an avid card-player, and if he called the count, there was no need to dispute it, since he was nearly always right. He usually had good luck playing cards, and won quite frequently. One night, someone put up a horse to play for, and he was the winner of the prize. His daughter, Helen, relates that in earlier years, he was very interested in a card game called “Traveller,” which he enjoyed winning. On this particular day, he was at home supposedly doing carpenter-work. Helen came along and found him stacking the cards in such a way, that if he had the first deal, he would win the game, which he managed to

do. Peter was a notorious story-teller, and could make a long winter’s

night disappear quite quickly. It was his delight to fabricate a story. He often told about'driving along the Bear River Road hauling a load of grain on his ton—truck when a flock of sheep ran out on the highway in his path. He looked in the mirror and saw seven sheep roll out from behind the truck. When he got out to have a look, the drive—shaft on the truck was full of wool. The sheep had scurried of into the fields, and he boasted about not killing one of them.

He enjoyed telling the story about two friends who were golfing. One was a pro and had a very good shot. When he was on the ninth hole, he hit the ball so hard that he lost sight of it. Later, when they were driving home on the seven-mile road what should land right in front of the car but the GOLF BALL!

Another story that he liked to tell was about a house that was struck by lightning. The lightning was so bad, that it came down the

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