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Elizabeth Greaves "Lillie" Eames

Elizabeth Greaves "Lillie" Eames

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  • Name Elizabeth Greaves Eames 
    Nickname Lillie 
    Born 6 Jun 1884  Logan, Cache, Utah, United States Find all individuals with events at this location 
    Gender Female 
    Initiatory (LDS) 27 Jan 1909  LOGAN Find all individuals with events at this location 
    Census 1910  Preston, Franklin, Idaho, United States Find all individuals with events at this location 
    Census 1920  Preston, Franklin, Idaho, United States Find all individuals with events at this location 
    Died 28 Dec 1966  Salt Lake City, Salt Lake, Utah, United States Find all individuals with events at this location 
    Buried 31 Dec 1966  Logan City Cemetery, Cache, Utah, United States Find all individuals with events at this location 
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    Person ID I94  mytree
    Last Modified 4 Mar 2018 

    Father David Cullen Eames,   b. 1 Sep 1851, Salt Lake City, Salt Lake, Utah, United States Find all individuals with events at this location,   d. 9 Feb 1929, Preston, Franklin, Idaho, United States Find all individuals with events at this location  (Age 77 years) 
    Mother Elizabeth Cluley Greaves,   b. 21 Oct 1856, Provo, Utah, Utah, United States Find all individuals with events at this location,   d. 5 May 1942, Preston, Franklin, Idaho, United States Find all individuals with events at this location  (Age 85 years) 
    Married 4 Jun 1884  Logan, Cache, Utah, United States Find all individuals with events at this location 
    Family ID F93  Group Sheet  |  Family Chart

    Family Frank Taft Benson,   b. 23 Apr 1883, Logan, Cache, Utah, United States Find all individuals with events at this location,   d. 19 Feb 1923, Logan, Cache, Utah, United States Find all individuals with events at this location  (Age 39 years) 
    Married 27 Jan 1909  Logan, Cache, Utah, United States Find all individuals with events at this location 
    Notes 
    • Marriage: Western States Marriage Index, 1809-2011, Utah, Select Marriages, 1887-1966
    Children 
    +1. Gladys Benson,   b. 12 Nov 1909, Preston, Franklin, Idaho, United States Find all individuals with events at this location,   d. 27 Jan 1995, Salt Lake City, Salt Lake, Utah, United States Find all individuals with events at this location  (Age 85 years)
    +2. Carmen Benson,   b. 4 Nov 1911, Preston, Franklin, Idaho, United States Find all individuals with events at this location,   d. 17 Aug 2001, Preston, Franklin, Idaho, United States Find all individuals with events at this location  (Age 89 years)
    +3. Harold Eames Benson,   b. 4 Nov 1911, Preston, Franklin, Idaho, United States Find all individuals with events at this location,   d. 20 Jul 1948, Park City, Summit, Utah, United States Find all individuals with events at this location  (Age 36 years)
    +4. Flora Benson,   b. 30 Jan 1916, Whitney, Franklin, Idaho, United States Find all individuals with events at this location,   d. 14 Oct 1984, Salt Lake City, Salt Lake, Utah, United States Find all individuals with events at this location  (Age 68 years)
    +5. Zenda Benson,   b. 25 Oct 1918, Preston, Franklin, Idaho, United States Find all individuals with events at this location,   d. 27 Feb 2003, Salt Lake City, Salt Lake, Utah, United States Find all individuals with events at this location  (Age 84 years)
     6. Frank Eames Benson,   b. 26 Sep 1920, Preston, Franklin, Idaho, United States Find all individuals with events at this location,   d. 2 Jan 1923, Logan, Cache, Utah, United States Find all individuals with events at this location  (Age 2 years)
    +7. Nellie Louisa Benson,   b. 11 Sep 1923, Preston, Franklin, Idaho, United States Find all individuals with events at this location,   d. 11 Oct 1975, Pocatello, Bannock, Idaho, United States Find all individuals with events at this location  (Age 52 years)
    Last Modified 20 Apr 2019 
    Family ID F76  Group Sheet  |  Family Chart

  • Event Map
    Link to Google MapsBorn - 6 Jun 1884 - Logan, Cache, Utah, United States Link to Google Earth
    Link to Google MapsInitiatory (LDS) - 27 Jan 1909 - LOGAN Link to Google Earth
    Link to Google MapsMarried - 27 Jan 1909 - Logan, Cache, Utah, United States Link to Google Earth
    Link to Google MapsCensus - 1910 - Preston, Franklin, Idaho, United States Link to Google Earth
    Link to Google MapsCensus - 1920 - Preston, Franklin, Idaho, United States Link to Google Earth
    Link to Google MapsDied - 28 Dec 1966 - Salt Lake City, Salt Lake, Utah, United States Link to Google Earth
    Link to Google MapsBuried - 31 Dec 1966 - Logan City Cemetery, Cache, Utah, United States Link to Google Earth
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  • Photos
    Eames, Elizabeth G
    Elizabeth Eames
    Eames, David Cullen Family
    Eames, David Cullen Family
    t Nathaniel - Sarah - David - Rebecca - Aerial b Ilah - David Cullen - Joseph - Elizabeth (Lillie) - Elizabeth Greaves
    Benson, Carmen - Eames, Lillie (Elizabeth) - Benson, Harold 1913
    Benson, Carmen - Eames, Lillie (Elizabeth) - Benson, Harold 1913
    Eames Women
    Eames Women
    Elizabeth Cluley Greaves - Sarah - Rebecca - Elizabeth (Lillie) - Ilah (bottom)
    Greaves, Elizabeth Cluley - Eames, Elizabeth (Lillie) Mother & Daughter
    Greaves, Elizabeth Cluley - Eames, Elizabeth (Lillie) Mother & Daughter
    At least one living or private individual is linked to this item - Details withheld.
    Benson, Frank Taft - Eames, Elizabeth (Lillie)
    Benson, Frank Taft - Eames, Elizabeth (Lillie)
    Sister of Kember, Kember Mabey, Zenda Benson, Elizabeth G Eames
    Sister of Kember, Kember Mabey, Zenda Benson, Elizabeth G Eames
    Eames, Elizabeth G b1884 with Gr Kids, Kaye - Frankie - Lorraine Nelson
    Eames, Elizabeth G b1884 with Gr Kids, Kaye - Frankie - Lorraine Nelson
    4 Generations
Frankie Nelson - Gladys Benson - Elizabeth Eames - Elizabeth Greaves
    4 Generations Frankie Nelson - Gladys Benson - Elizabeth Eames - Elizabeth Greaves
    Nellie Lou, Carmen, and Flora Benson with mother Elizabeth Eames - Mar 1959
    Nellie Lou, Carmen, and Flora Benson with mother Elizabeth Eames - Mar 1959
    Back -Aerial G - David G - Joseph L Eames - Arthur Tippets Front -Sara G - Iiah - Elizabeth G - Rebecca M Eames
    Back -Aerial G - David G - Joseph L Eames - Arthur Tippets Front -Sara G - Iiah - Elizabeth G - Rebecca M Eames
    Back-Zenda, Flora, Carmen, Nellie Louisa Benson Front-Gladys Benson, Kaye Nelson, Elizabeth G Eames
    Back-Zenda, Flora, Carmen, Nellie Louisa Benson Front-Gladys Benson, Kaye Nelson, Elizabeth G Eames
    Eames, Elizabeth G b1884 - Portrait
    Eames, Elizabeth G b1884 - Portrait
    Sara G - Iiah - Elizabeth G - Rebecca M Eames
    Sara G - Iiah - Elizabeth G - Rebecca M Eames

    Headstones
    Eames, Elizabeth G b1884
    Eames, Elizabeth G b1884

    Histories
    Elizabeth Greaves Eames - written from the perspective of Robert Moss Lewis III, December 30, 2012
    Elizabeth Greaves Eames - written from the perspective of Robert Moss Lewis III, December 30, 2012
    I Remember Lillie
    I Remember Lillie
    Frank Benson Letter to Lillie Eames during mission 1
    Frank Benson Letter to Lillie Eames during mission 1
    Frank Benson Letter to Lillie Eames during mission 2
    Frank Benson Letter to Lillie Eames during mission 2
    Frank Benson Letter to Lillie Eames during mission 3
    Frank Benson Letter to Lillie Eames during mission 3
    Frank Benson Letter to Lillie Eames during mission 4
    Frank Benson Letter to Lillie Eames during mission 4
    Frank Benson Letter to Lillie Eames during mission 5
    Frank Benson Letter to Lillie Eames during mission 5
    Frank Benson Letter to Lillie Eames during mission 6
    Frank Benson Letter to Lillie Eames during mission 6

  • Notes 
    • Death: Social Security Death Index, 1935-2014

      Frankie Nelson Whipple's Memories:

      ELIZABETH EAMES BENSON (Lillie)

      No one ever had a better Grandmother than mine was. She was a hug you, talk to you, give you a cookie grandmother. She kept a drawer full of odds and ends of jewelry and other treasures to be played with and she always had a new set of kittens to be cuddled. She made each one of her grandchildren think that they were her favorite.
      Grandmother was born Elizabeth Eames in Preston, Idaho in 1895. She was born to farm people and spent all of her growing up years on a farm. She married a farmer and expected to live all of her life as a farmer's wife. But the world was not kind to grandmother and she lost first a son, then her husband to illnesses. After grandpa died, she moved with her family into a drafty old house in the small town of Preston. There she raised her five daughters and one remaining son.
      Grandmother was a religious person. When we visited we were called to prayers on our knees before every meal, at bedtime, and in the morning. She spoke of Jesus as if He were with us every moment. He seemed to be her personal friend. We really enjoyed going to church with her, because she sang the hymns with such enthusiasm that we could hardly keep from laughing. Then after meetings she would tease us into retelling what we had heard, always with ice cream waiting as a reward for having listened.
      Grandmother liked having her family around her. It was a great occasion when we all got together for Thanksgiving or Christmas. My cousins and I would explore closets and corners of the house, play on her old pump organ on the stair landing, or make nuisances of ourselves in the kitchen while she prepared meals. We were allowed to eat before the grown-ups so we would stay out of their way during dinner and after-dinner conversation. But we didn't mind. We could hide on the stairs and listen to everything that was said in the kitchen. I'm sure grandmother knew we were there, but she never shooed us away.
      I never had a birthday go by without a gift from grand-
      mother. Even when I was grown she went me little books with a dollar tucked inside. I remember when she was very old her book of birthdays disappeared. I'm sure one of her daughters took it to keep her from spending what little money she had on gifts for all of her large family, but she worried about it and fussed for months. It seemed to me a mean thing to have done to her. But I was not consulted.
      My grandmother died at the age of 83. She had become so old that she scarcely recognized her family. But even then she talked to me and asked how I was doing. She laughed and sang and seemed like a fairy-godmother. I cried at her funeral, and cry still when I think how much I miss her.


      Grandma's Kitchen

      "She could make a third of a pound of hamburger go further than anyone I know."

      No family member ever went into Grandma's home without eating. Her kitchen was large, a friendly place, with fresh oilcloth on the round oak table and home-canned fruits, jams, bread, vegetables bottled from the summer harvest, and love sprinkled liberally around. She bustled when someone came in. Cupboards would be opened, dishes set about, bottles fetched from the pantry.

      "'You mustn't get fleshy,' she said, but she fed us whenever we came into the house."

      The kitchen was the center of everything good about coming to Grandma's. Even before she had the modern conveniences of an electric range and refrigerator, the coal burning stove spread its warmth into arms and legs chilled by the long trek from icy upstairs bedrooms. She was first up in the mornings and lighted a fire in its black belly, then set water to boil for porridge. We often pulled a chair up close to the stove and toasted our fingers near its sides. By the time we were warmed enough to wash and dress the table would be set.

      "And she used to make a pudding that was called Blue Mange Pudding. That was the best stuff in the world. And she made a little sauce that was...wonderful."

      We could not just eat in the mornings; prayer was an integral part of every meal. Morning prayers were especially important as they prepared us for the coming day. We would kneel on the hard, cold floor, for the stove seldom warmed anything below our knees, and bow our heads reverently over the seats of the kitchen chairs, enduring a long, devout supplication. Grandma was profuse in her gratitude to the Lord for her blessings, and she pleaded with Him earnestly that we might all be called to repentence. Mostly we children prayed for prayers to end that we might get bare knees off the chilly linoleum.
      Grandma kept one drawer in the china cabinet that we girls loved to explore. It held old lipsticks, pieces of ribbon, an assortment of earings, most without partners, pencils, and other tiny treasures begging to be played with. If the kitchen was not being used we could pull the drawer out onto the floor and explore its contents, but mostly we had to stand at the cabinet and take things out one at a time. When the family was gathered for a holiday, we were rudely shooed out of the kitchen and had to leave the drawer behind.

      "I remember Thanksgiving with all the family gathered around the table."

      Grandma's kitchen became everything good in the world at Thanksgiving. It was crowded with aunts, all stirring, opening, basting, and scolding children for getting underfoot. Wonderful smells beckoned us even as we were fussed at to leave. We would hang about in the doorways savoring the odors of roast turkey, hot parkerhouse rolls, saged-dressing, and pumpkin pie. If we could sneak in at the right moment we might snitch a bit of dressing or a finger of jelly, but we were soon discovered and scooted out. When one of the men wandered in, he was just as rudely dismissed. Sometimes we would give up and crawl on an uncle's lap, listening to man-talk while the women laughed and chattered in the kitchen.

      "It seemed like we got everyone there, around the table, all the aunts and uncles and cousins."

      Every corner of the house seemed to be full of children at these times. Those of us who were older tried to find a moment of privacy for girl-secrets, while the little ones followed us and cried when we shoved them away. We would often end on the stair landing, playing the old pump organ that rested there. We managed to make delicious noise until someone yelled at us in exasperation to stop.

      "She'd get new oilcoth to put on the table and it was a special occasion."

      Finally the table would be ready. The children were allowed to eat first, self-preservation for the adults. We gathered at the table and sampled each of the dishes so carefully prepared for us, while trying to keep track of all the news going on around us. Aunts and conversations moved into the living room leaving just Grandma to fuss over us. Somehow eating the meal was not as much fun as snitching bits before it was done. But we did our best to eat to popping stage, then we were bustled out of the kitchen to allow the grown-ups to have their meal. We seldom left them in peace; their laughter was like a magnet, and there was always room for one more piece of turkey from Mama's plate. True joy was the year that we girls were considered old enough to join the grown-ups. We finally became privy to all the gossip that a scattered family brings to such a gathering.

      "It was a special occasion whenever she got anything new. She never had much, but she'd save."

      On early visits I watched Grandma lifting first one and then the other heavy flat iron from the stove where it had been heating to iron her white blouse. It seemed quaint and clever to press clothing without using electricity. Like watching the coal flame and burn as she fed the stove on cold mornings, I felt a kind of magic about the heavy flat irons. I doubt that Grandma appreciated the magic. I remember the celebration when the coal stove was replaced with gleaming white electric range. The family oooh'ed and aah'd, but I was wistful. There was an intimacy in the shivering anticipation as I watched Grandma start the morning fire.


      One of my all-time favorite people was my Grandma Benson. She was born Elizabeth Greaves Eames on June 6, 1884 in Logan, Utah, to David Cullen Eames and Elizabeth Cluley Greaves. Grandma was a tiny person growing to a height of 4’11” and weighing only 99 pounds for most of her life. She was very pretty. We have a photo of her on the day she reigned as Queen of the Harvest Ball. She was wearing a homemade silver crown and carrying a homemade staff. By today’s standards, the staff and crown look quite funny, but she was beautiful.

      Grandma moved with her family to Preston, Idaho when she was a small child. While she was in elementary school, she met her future husband, Frank Taft Benson. From her diary, it is clear that she was smitten by him from the time they met in elementary school. In many ways, they were opposites. While both of them were strikingly good-looking, Grandpa Benson was very tall (over 6 feet), muscular, with a dark complexion, and very outgoing. In contrast, Grandma Benson was tiny, with a light complexion, quiet, and very refined. My mother said that they were deeply in love with each other and had a great love affair all the years of their marriage.

      My mother was particularly proud of her father. He served in the bishopric of their large ward most of the years of their marriage. Mother said he was very good-looking and everyone loved him. It was Grandpa Benson who used to sing “Have I Done Any Good in the World Today” every evening with his family in his home.

      Grandpa Benson was a farmer and cattle trader so the family lived on a farm in the country nearly all of Grandpa and Grandma’s married life. They had a large family. My mother, Carmen, and her twin brother, Harold, were Grandma’s second pregnancy. Grandma Benson, being such a tiny person, had a difficult time carrying the twins. She became so large during her pregnancy that she couldn’t sit down. The only two possible positions for her were standing and lying down. She went into labor with the twins during a blizzard on November 4, 1911. Grandpa brought a neighboring woman to the house to watch Grandma while he traveled through the heavy snow to get a doctor. The storm was so bad that Grandpa didn’t return for hours. In the meantime, Grandma delivered her twin babies, Carmen and Harold, with the help of the neighbor. The babies weighed 8 pounds and 9 pounds, respectively. My tiny 99 pound grandmother had carried 17 pounds of babies and delivered them at home without the help of a doctor. When the doctor finally arrived, he and my grandfather found Grandma Benson and the twins well and safe.

      Mother spoke often of the happy, almost idyllic life they led on the farm for the next several years. The children had a pony named Topsy that they rode to school, often with as many as three or four children on the back of the small horse. Topsy used to love to run and Mother said it was not uncommon for all three or four children to slide from the horse’s back as he thundered around the corner and down the lane to their home.

      There was a recession in the farming industry in the early 1920s. By the fall of 1922, things had become so difficult that Grandpa Benson could not keep up with the debt on his farm, and the property was foreclosed. Grandpa and Grandma Benson moved their family of four girls and two boys to Logan, Utah where the family of eight lived with Grandpa Benson’s brother, Surge. Grandpa Benson, who had been a farmer all of his life, worked for Uncle Surge in his butcher shop in order to support his family.

      In December, 1922, just two months after arriving in Logan, Grandma Benson’s youngest child, Frank, became ill and died of the flu. She was so heartsick at the loss of her child that there were no Christmas decorations in the house that Christmas. Two months later, in February, 1923, Grandpa Benson suffered a cerebral hemorrhage while dressing for work one morning. He died later that day. My mother was 11 years old at the time. She remembers Grandma sitting next to the coffin holding my grandfather’s body late at night after the children were in bed, caressing his body and weeping. She had not told Grandpa Benson, but she was two months pregnant with my Aunt Nellie Lou. In the space of four months, Grandma Benson had lost her home, her two-year-old baby boy, and her husband.

      After burying Grandpa Benson, Grandma moved to a small home in Preston where she found work as a clerk in a store. Seven months later, Grandma gave birth to little Nellie Lou. Mother remembers Grandma Benson calling out her husband’s name as she struggled through the delivery of their baby girl.

      Upon returning to work, her employer allowed Grandma Benson to bring the baby with her in a buggy to the store so she could watch the baby while she worked. My Aunt Nellie Lou told me that she always believed my mother was the most beautiful woman in the world because she would stand in her baby carriage and watch through the window for my mother’s face. Seeing mom come to pick her up, was the grand highlight of Aunt Nellie Lou’s day as a toddler.

      Grandma Benson worked incredibly hard to support her family of six children. She was very independent and determined to care for her family without taking charity from anyone. Mother told me the story of one Christmas when there was not enough money for presents for the children. The Bishop in the ward had a large basket of fruit and food delivered to Grandma’s home, and left on the front porch. When the children discovered the basket, they were thrilled. Grandma, however, would not allow the children to bring the basket into the house. Instead, she called the Bishop and asked that he come and pick it up and deliver it to someone who really needed it. While her strength and determination were exemplary and remarkable, that determination probably went beyond the mark on this particular occasion.

      I was born when Grandma was already 62 years old. She continued to work well into her 70s, never accepting charity from anyone as she raised her six children.

      The last great tragedy in Grandma Benson’s life came in the summer of 1948. Her son, Harold, the only remaining male member in her family, died in an airplane crash while he was piloting a plane on a search and rescue mission. Mother said that Grandma Benson was never the same after that. My little brother was born a month after Uncle Harold’s death. Mom named my brother Harold Benson after her twin.

      Grandma Benson told her daughters that the greatest pain a mother can suffer is the loss of a child. She told them that she prayed daily that none of her children would ever have a child precede them in death. My mother and all of her sisters have now passed from this life. Among them, they had 28 children. None of those children died before their mother.

      Grandma Benson kept a diary. In it she recorded both the major events and the day-to-day activities of her life. It was inspiring to read the diary and note the number of entries in which she characterized the little daily events in her life as being “grand”, a word she used repeatedly. It was clear from her diary that she had great faith in the Lord, and she loved the church. After the death of her son, Harold, she fell into a great sadness. She never told us about the event that we found recorded in her diary. We only learned about it after her death. But, in the diary she records going to bed one evening feeling overwhelming sadness at the loss of her husband and her two sons. The pain was almost more than she could bear. And then she recorded that a light came into the room. The Savior appeared to her, comforted her, and assured her that things would be well for her and her family.

      My recollections of Grandma Benson are of a tiny, kind, perfectly gracious and proper person. In all the years I knew her, I can never remember her saying an unkind word about or to anyone or using even a remotely inappropriate word. She was as good and as pure and as kind as any person I have ever known. And, for a 4’11”, 99 pound person she was the strongest woman I have ever met.

      I REMEMBER LILLIE

      by Ilah Eames Carpenter

      I am the youngest of four brothers and three sisters. Memories of my brothers and sisters are very precious. David the eldest, Sadie, was 20 years older than me and Lillie, was 18 years older. Lillie’s birthday was very close to mine. She was 18 on June 6 and I was born two days later on theJune 8. She told me many times that she had to stay home from church that day because mother had a little sister and I don’t think it made her too happy. My next sister May, was 16 years older than me and then three brothers Ariel, Nathaniel and Leland were born and seven years later I came along. My memories of family are as the little sister and of my brothers and sisters and how they played with me and made over me and they were very precious memories. Because this is to be about Lillie, I will just talk about the girls this morning. My three sisters were very close. I can remember my three sisters when they got together years later sitting on the couch and reminiscing about life on the farm. They had so much fun that I wondered why I came along after, my sisters were born, growing up with those three boys I became such a tomboy.

      Our home was two and a half miles north of Preston. We nearly came to live in Rexburg. I had an Aunt Kate Greaves and she and her husband decided to make her home in Preston. When mother and daddy got to Preston, they liked it and built their home right across the street the street from Aunt Kate’s home This was tow and a half miles outside of Preston. This is where we all grew up and thank goodness the home is still in the family, operated by one of Ariel’s sons.

      I have no memories of Sadie being at home at all. She married Arthur Tibbets but they had a home in town and I have wonderful memories of spending time, not only at their home in Preston but at their home in Driggs where they moved later on and at their home in Pocatello, Idaho. May married Ray Gledhill. He was a doctor and they moved to Richfield, Utah. I have wonderful memories of spending time in Richfield with my sister May.

      Well, the first memories I have of Lillie, I suppose I was about three years old. You know out on the farm, the roads were not too good and in the winter it was muddy and cold and we had to ride in the buggy or in the sleigh. Dad was always anxious for us to have a good education and they felt sorry that they had to live so far out of town. So Lillie was working at the Marrom store in Preston. The Marrom store was one of the really fine stores in Preston. May was going to school so instead of traveling back and forth, she and Lillie rented a little apartment in town. Now this was about two blocks north of town, it used to be Henderson’s home. Upstairs the girls rented a couple of rooms and there was a balcony. My first memories of Lillie and May would be when daddy and mother would come in the buggy or in the sleigh and we would come down to bring the girls goodies from the farm. They were usually waiting out on the balcony and I thought that balcony was about the most wonderful thing you could imagine. I remember scrambling up the stairs and we were so glad to see each other and then Lillie would take me down to Marrom’s store. I thought that was the most wonderful place, I was fascinated watching her measure off material for the customers at the store.

      Each fourth of July, we used to have a big celebration in Preston. There was red white and blue bunting on all the buggies and stores. They had a big program in the Opera House and each store would have a float and they would elect a goddess of liberty. One year my sister Lillie was elected to be the Goddess of Liberty representing Marrom’s store. This was about the most important thing that happened in my life as a little girl. I remember there was a hayrack and it was all decorated with bunting and pulled by horses and Lillie and her two attendants sitting on this hayrack and she was all dressed up with a crown on her head and a staff in her hand and a beautiful dress and they paraded down main street and then they went to the opera house and had the program. I was the proudest little lister that you could ever imagine and I dreamed of someday being a goddess of liberty, but that never happened to me.

      The next memory I have of Lillie was when she got married. Mother had a reception out on the farm for friends and for the Benson family. I loved Frank, he made a lot out of his little sister. The Bensons were just extra special. Mother Benson was such a pretty woman and the Benson girls were just out of this world, Jenny and Kinney especially. I remember the table in the dinning room and of course it was loaded with goodies and in the parlor where all these little tables with all these beautiful gifts on and the gifts that appealed to me most were the beautiful dishes. Old fashioned dishes were really beautiful and Lillie had many of them. I hope her daughters have kept them because they were beautiful. I remember wandering around and getting acquainted with the Bensons and seeing all the beautiful things that were brought to Lillie and Frank that night.

      As I remember, Frank and Lillie lived in Whitney after they were married. I can’t remember exactly where but I went to visit them quite often and we always went to grandfather and grandmother’s farm. I loved that old home. It was just intriguing and the flowers were beautiful. I came to love grandmother Benson, she was a darling. Then I think they moved somewhere in Whitney, I can’t just remember where, but they were living there when Gladys was born at our home and of course if there was a baby born on our street, mother and Aunt Kate always came. That night I had to sleep upstairs with Leland while Gladys was coming to town and he would make me run down the stairs every-once-in-a-while and look through the transom to see if the baby had arrived. I wasn’t too excited about this baby, she was really making my sister sick and I wasn’t very happy about that.

      I remember when they lived up the street about two blocks on the old farm and that’s where the twins were born. That was about the biggest event that ever happened. I never knew of anyone in our family having twins before. When Lillie had twins, Carmen and Harold, that was just something else again. As time went on and I became a little older, I started to be a babysitter. Lillie and Frank moved down to what they called the Sand Crest farm. That was just a great little farm. I have wonderful memories of being there. The wonderful things the raised especially Frank’s watermelons. They were the biggest and the best anywhere. They were grown in a sandy area that had plenty of sunshine. The railroad tracks ran not far from them and I remember the silo’s Frank built to store the cattle in. I used to go down and help with the children so I would have children to grow up with. Mother always seemed to be sorry that I did not have children to grow up with. Lillie had me help her which gave me a feeling of being their child. I got to go to the Sand Crest farm real often and I loved it. I remember Gladys telling that I used to get frightened sometimes because the farm was close to the railroad tracks and I was afraid of tramps. I would wake her up and tell her stories to keep her awake so I wouldn’t be frightened. Every Sunday at our home on the farm used to be family day. After church everyone would bring something out to the farm, Frank always brought his great big watermelons. It was just such fun having everyone come home on Sunday. I always looked forward to Sunday.

      I remember Lillie being on the board of the Mutual and I was so proud of her, that sounded just something important to be on that board with those lovely women. Many, many times I had the privilege of going to church with her. She had to take Gladys and I came along to babysit. I can see these women sitting around the table in their white blouses with the high collars and the long sleeves and lace and their pretty skirts. I thought they were just about the prettiest woman I had ever seen. Lillie always took her responsibilities very seriously. Whatever she did, she always did it with her whole heart.

      She was on the board for many, many years. When June conference came around, I was a lucky gal because I came with her so that I could babysit. My memories of coming to June conference with Lillie were just out of this world. Sometimes we stayed at a hotel, the little hotel just south of the Tribune Building. Of course we always brought food from home. We came on the train at Preston when the train stopped at Brigham, there were always people out selling food there. Strawberries at strawberry time and peaches. Once or twice we stayed at one of Frank’s sisters. I think her name was Elise Alder if I remember right. I remember playing out on the front lawn and the perfume of those June roses I will never forget.

      Aunt Elise had a cafeteria downtown and that was a fun place. We didn’t get to go there for every meal but once Lillie took me to Aunt Elise’s cafeteria. I had this big bowl of grape-nuts with sugar and cream on it. I started eating them and the more I ate, the fuller I got. Our family was always taught to clean up their plates and Lillie kept saying, well we can’t go, we can’t go until you finish your grape-nuts and I can remember I ate and ate grape-nuts until I could hardly stand it. I don’t think I had any for many, many years after that.

      We used to sometimes go down to Richfield. May was living there then. We would get on the train and go down to Richfield and have a visit with May. Lillie and Frank spent most of their vacations at Bear Lake. They would get in their big white top buggy and pitch a tent and we would stay there for several days and I remember times they took me with them and that was real fun. One night I remember a terrible thunder storm, Frank and Lillie got us all in one tent with their arms around us. When the thunder storm was all over we all went to sleep.

      In 1918 when the war was on and my brother Nathaniel was called into the army, the whole family decided they would go up to Yellowstone and have a reunion before Nathaniel had to leave for the service. Lillie was pregnant, I think with Zenda. There were five of sisters-in-law who were pregnant and were all going on this trip, Ariel and Edna and family, Edna was expecting Vita and May and Ray came from Richfield and then an aunt and uncle, Uncle Will Greaves, went with us and then of course Nathaniel, Mother and Dad and Me. When we got to Driggs, we stayed there until Sadie and Arthur met us and then we went on to Yellowstone. Anyway, the thing I remember about this trip was that Lillie was such fun, even though she was pregnant, she was the life of the party. We ‘d camp, we put the cars around in a circle and put the beds inside and built a big bonfire to keep the bears away which didn’t always work, two or three times the bears came in hunting food. Lillie was the one in my memory that seemed to have the most fun and did the most fun things. When we came back to Driggs going over that big mountain between Driggs and Yellowstone, the cars stalled and we had to have each one pulled up over the mountain. It was really just a great trip.

      Frank had this little Ford that did’t have any sides on it and they used to put diapers to dry on the side of the car as they drove along. Frank kept laughing about his tires that had baloney in them. Our tires had to be pumped up but Frank had one up on us, he had these tires with baloney in them so they never had to be blown up. They were just hard rubber of course. That was really a delightful trip for every body and I think there were several snap shots of that trip.

      Time went on and Lillie had her troubles -- real, real tragedies, losing her husband and her sons, but you know Lillie was always straight and held her head high and she always had her sense of humor. I was closer to Lillie for many, many years because Sadie and May lived so far away. If I had problems, I went and talked them over with Lillie. We spent many, many hours way into the night talking and she always helped me with the little problems I needed help with. She used to love to dress up. She loved pretty clothes. We would go shopping for hats together, we loved shipping for hats. She always had such a good outlook regardless of the problems that she had. She had great faith, she had great pride in her family. She was so proud of her girls and loved them dearly. I don’t think I have known anyone who had such a capacity or love as Lillie did. Lillie loved everyone and let us know it. She didn’t keep it a secret, she told us that she loved us.

      Lillie had a green thumb too. I can never remember being in her home when there were not plants everywhere. Lillie had financial problems so she sewed for her children. When used clothes were given to her, she dyed and remodeled them. She did everything she could think of to see her children were given an education and brought up in the church the way that she knew how to do it. So these are my memories of Lillie a sweet, proud, straight, lovely person that would be with friends, family and neighbors any time that they needed help.