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Alba Whitehead was born February 16, 1880 in Richmond, Cache County, Ut a h to Francis Whitehead and JaCosa Jane Robinson Whitehead. She was th e si xth child in a family of thirteen children. She was baptized on Ma y 3, 18 88. She loved the beautiful green valley around her Cache Valle y home. I n about 1981 or 1892, the family moved to Hinckley, Utah wher e her fathe r taught band.
She married Charles Theobald on January 14, 1897, at the age of 17. Sh e g ave birth to her first child, Alba Leona, on September 5, 1897. Thi s litt le girl died in August of 1898 at about 11 months of age. Her seco nd chil d, Arthur Winfred, was born on Oct 2, 1898 in Hinckley, Utah. H e was bapt ized on June 1, 1907 and married Mildred Charlesworth on Octob er 26, 1921 . Her third child was JaCosa Jane, born April 27, 1900 in Hin ckley and sh e was baptized on June 5, 1909. She was married to Romulus A . Shields o n October 1, 1919 in Filmore, Utah. Her fourth child, Charle s Francis wa s born June 23, 1902 also in Hinckley and died about two mon ths later .
Alba died on July 5, 1902, due to complications of childbirth at the a g e of 22 years. Her life was short on this earth and she left posterit y o f loved ones. There isn’t much known about her short life, but her te mpl e work is done and she and her husband will be together for all etern ity.
Francis Whitehead, her father, was selected to lead and train the youn g b and members in the Hinckley Academy, henceforth; Hinckley became a mu sica l center.
Received copy from Denise Lofquist and she got a copy from our Aunt An n S hields for
Christmas 2007.
Typed February 29, 2008
LuJuana Winder | Whitehead, Alba (I127292)
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ALBERT JOSEPH TALBOT (Uncle “Al”)
Albert Joseph Talbot was born 14 Oct 1847 at Winterberg, Fort Beaufort D i strict, South Africa, not far from Post Reteif, where the Sweetnams liv ed . There after, his parents, Henry and Ruth Sweetnam Talbot, lived in s ucc ession at Battle Gat, Volver Fontain, Whittlesea, and finally, afte r abou t 1854, at “Wellington” on the Thorn River, 60 miles or so South E ast o f Queenstown. This large estate was granted to Henry Talbot in 1853 , by t he government for the services of himself and sons in the Kaffir w ars, an d lay in the very heart of native territory.
Uncle Al was around six when his grandfather, John Stuart Talbot, die d a t Grahamstown. The family left Battle Gat in 1852. So they may have v isit ed Grahamstown, or maybe lived there for a time, before they went o n to “ Wellington”, an estate granted to them in 1853 by the government . Anyway , while there, John Stuart Talbot got a request to come back t o England a nd claim the estate. They also, at that time, sent him a wate r pitcher. U ncle Al remembered distinctly, long afterward, that the wate r pitcher ha d on its side a crest of three ostrich plumes. And, he, pers onally, saw J ohn Stuart Talbot, take it out and bury it at the foot o f a tree .
At “Wellington”, about 1858, in the form of printed tracts, Mormonism w a s carried to the Talbots by a friend, Eli Wiggill .
Uncle Al was not all that religious, when they were in South Africa. Onc e , without asking, he took his brother, Henry James’ Bible, out of curio si ty, and carried it with him while he was out herding sheep. He was rea din g it when suddenly something startled the sheep, and they ran. He lai d th e book down and went around the sheep. When he came back, however, h e cou ld not find the book anywhere. He hunted for a couple of hours, wit hout s uccess. Finally, he knelt down and prayed to God to help him fin d it, an d just as he looked up, he saw a leaf blow in the wind, a shor t distanc e away, and the book was found. This incident converted him, an d he joine d the Church. Albert Joseph was baptized and confirmed, 28 Ju n 1858, by J ohn Wesley, an early missionary to South Africa.
After selling “Wellington” in 1859, in order to move to “Zion”, the fami l y for several months resided at Port Elizabeth, overlooking Algoa Bay , wh ile awaiting transportation to America.
When they left South Africa, he had a large sack of marbles that he thou g ht was too heavy to bring. And so, being attached to them, he buried th e m where he could find then again if he ever went back. He long afterwa r d said he could see, in his own mind, the exact spot where they were bu ri ed.
They embarked 28 Feb 1861, on the sail ship “Race Horse”, and after a st o rmy voyage, landed 20 Apr 1861 at Boston, U.S.A. They then Preceded b y ca ttle train, via Chicago, as far west as the Missouri River, then u p the r iver via steam ship to Florence, Nebraska, subsequently crossin g the plai ns in the Homer Duncan company, arrived 28 Sep 1861, at Salt L ake City. T hey remained there that winter, and early in the spring, sett led permanen tly on a 40 acre farm at Kaysville, Utah.
Albert Joseph had probably gotten his first formal schooling at Port Eli z abeth. He now continued it, perhaps to the fourth grade, then the uppe r l imit, at the little red brick school house at “Five Points”, betwee n Layt on and Kaysville.
As a youth he became a bull whacker, at first from Corinne, Utah, to Poc a tello, Idaho, and later as far north as Butte Montana, with Charlie LeF ev re as his partner. He drove a 20 mule team, guided only by a jerk-lin e o n the lead mule (trained to turn on command and valued at $1,000.00) . The y went out of business, when one cold winter, they had 23 head free ze t o death on Pocatello Creek. For a time there after, he helped to bui ld th e Utah Northern Railway up into Montana, by way of the Snake River . He al so homesteaded, and farmed for a time, in Cache Valley, and, lik e his bro ther, Richard Alfred, may have done likewise at Blackfoot, Idah o, as he o nce lived there.
He was endowed, married, and sealed to Mary Ladoiska Richardson, 9 Jan 1 8 72, in the Endowment House in Salt Lake City, Utah. They were the paren t s of seven children, living successively at Richmond and Lewiston, Uta h , Blackfoot and Kilgore, Idaho. Somewhere near the turn of the centur y th ey migrated to Alberta, Canada, established a home at Cardston, an d fro m there operated a cattle ranch at Kimball, on which there was onl y a sma ll house. For some years, too, he operated a freight outfit fro m Cardsto n to Fort MacLeod, long before there were any railroads. Crop f ailure fin ally drove him out, and in 1924 he returned to Idaho.
He was a large man, usually wearing a moustache, and at times he weigh e d nearly 300 pounds. He never in his life tasted tobacco or intoxicati n g liquor; and he took to the use of tea and coffee only when, in Canad a , they moved to an area where the water was bad .
He was received at Weiser, Idaho, from Del Bonita, Alberta, Canada, in 1 9 27, and moved from there to the Pocatello fourth ward in May 1930. Alr ea dy past 82, he continued to live there until failing health compelle d hi s removal to a hospital at Blackfoot, Idaho. He died 10 Jun 1933, a t Blac kfoot, and was buried 12 Jun 1933, at Pocatello, Idaho. At the tim e of de ath, he lacked only four months of being 86 .
Mary Ladoiska passed away 7 Mar 1949, at Pocatello, Idaho. She is also b u ried at Pocatello, Idaho.
(Death Certificate Idaho State Board of Health File Number 84842, Bingh a m County) | Talbot, Albert Joseph (I23206)
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Albert loved his grandchildren, too bad he did not live long enough to s e e more of them. He had red hair and was a good provider for his family . H e turned to drink in the later years, which was a true tragedy, becau se h e really was a great person. Albert died by his own hand at home i n a bli zzard. He was 58 yrs, 11 mo, 17 days old. | Morava, Albert Lawrence (I161376)
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Alford Graves was a Farmer | Graves, Alfred L (I174020)
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Alice Whipple was the fifth daughter and seventh Child of Capt. Job an d S ilence (Pray) Whipple. Genealogists have spent days and hours uncover in g the genealogical and unhappy story that Alice Whipple endured durin g he r short life. We have to go to the Vital Records of Gloucester, Prov idenc e County RI. in Chepachet to uncover the facts. The records revea l that a t the age of eighteen, as reported by Alice, she got involved wi th Abraha m Angell, a young man and cousin of hers, under the age of twen ty-one. Th e result was an illegitimate male Child born to her, as an unw ed mother . The birth date of the son is not given in the vital statistic s of Smith field-Gloucester, but we found it was recorded in the Archive s of the R.I . State House, being July 17th, 1733. The date is correct ac cording to la ter research.
The deed having been done, Alice's father, Capt. Job Whipple, quickly to o k action by filing a Law Suit against Abraham Angell as the father of t h e newborn Child. The Warrant called for his Arrest and Judgement as th e P arent of Alice's newborn Child. The court papers are dated 8 Sept. 17 33 , 20 Nov. 1733, and Dec. 1733. The documents filed are found in Vita l Rec . Vol. 4 1734 in the State House of RI. When they got Angell into c ourt t he charge of Paternity was denied by Abraham Angell and he convinc ed th e Judge that he was not a resident of Smithfield and thus the charg e wa s invalid. In the confusion, the case was thrown out of Court and th e Pat ernity case was lost.
Alice having lost the Paternity case, she now named her son "Job Whippl e . Capt. Job and Silence, however, reared the boy after he was 2 or 3 ye ar s old, when his mother died in 1736. Capt. Job in his will in 1750 nev ert heless refers to the son of Alice by the name, "Abraham Angell", usin g th is name as an irate grandfather expressing his righteous indignatio n of t he whole affair.
So this explains how, "Job Whipple", a blood relative, became our Whipp l e ancestor. | Whipple, Alice (I31664)
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Alisha Brown-Gonzalez 4/4/73 ~ 4/10/05 Loving mother of Bronson (2 yrs . ) and Lexi (1 mo.) unexpectedly passed away Sunday at LDS Hospital. Dau gh ter of John and Lorraine Brown and spouse to Christopher James Gonzale z . Alisha was a wonderful mother and spouse whose passion for her famil y r an deep. Also surviving are siblings Cindy, Laurie, Tig, and nephew s Jona than and Brandon. Funeral Services will be held Fri., April 15th , 2005 a t 2 p.m. at Larkin Sunset Gardens, 1950 E. 10600 So. where a vis itation w ill be held from 12:30-1:45 p.m. prior to services. Interment , Larkin Sun set Gardens. Family and friends are invited to 4258 W. Ron C ircle (4200 S .) following the burial. In lieu of flowers, donations fo r her children m ay be made to any Zion's Bank in Alisha Brown's name. | Brown, Alisha (I10279)
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All of my growing up years, the best Christmases were every other year , w hen Grandma Ora and Grandpa Paul came to our house for Christmas! The y wo uld come for Christmas Eve, and while I don't remember all the detai ls o f that, I remember them being very, very happy times. I know as I go t old er, Mom would have me play a few Christmas songs. I know the meal w as jus t wonderful, but I suspect the reason I don't remember it is becau se I wa s just too filled with anticipation .
Having Grandpa & Grandma sleep over was the BEST! It was so wonderfu l t o fall asleep knowing that they were there! In the morning, I would l ay i n bed & wait to hear Dad come in - I would be so glad when the milki ng wa s done! Finally we could get up!!! We children would wait at the to p of t he stairs, while all the adults would wander around in the "Christ mas Roo m" and say things like, "Oh, it looks like Santa remembered Kell y this ye ar! And there's something for Dana, too!" etc. The waiting whil e they ass essed the situation nearly drove me crazy! Finally we were all owed to com e down, after posing for a photo on the stairs .
Grandpa and Grandma were incredibly attentive, and were as thrilled wi t h our gifts, and our happiness, as anyone ever could be! Looking back , th ey probably knew what we were getting, but I never realized that a s a chi ld - they were too thrilled and surprized! I think Grandpa especi ally lov ed Christmas, but I think for both of them it was probably one o f their f avorite days of the year.
I was always so sad when they went to Rand & Penny's house! I know tha t s eems selfish, but Christmas was never as much fun without them .
In Grandpa's history, his sister Helen said this: "In our family, Paul w a s the 'Spirit of Christmas,' always so full of holiday spirit and fun ! I t was he who would wake us up before dawn on Christmas morning - whil e Mo ther and Dad sometimes slept in. I can remember Paul whispering in m y ea r early Christmas Morning, 'Helen, Helen, get up and see what Sant a broug ht!' This joy of Christmas continued with his own family when h e would b e the one to awaken his own children - and later his grandchild ren - so t hat they could see 'what Santa brought.'"
I know he loved Christmas SO MUCH, and I always loved the story he tol d m e about when I was a tiny tot about 2 - he had a record of Julie Andr ew s singing "The Rocking Song," and he would play it for me. I would sta nd , holding on to the stereo, and when the song ended I would say, "gain , " meaning play it again. He would indulge me - it's a blessing he stil l l oves me, and Julie Andrews! Would have driven a less loving person cr azy ! I have that CD now, and play it when we set up the tree. I hope it ' s a happy memory for my children - I'm sorry Grandpa never stayed ove r wi th them for Christmas Morning!
- Memory submitted by Dana Erickson Gossner, Granddaughter | Greaves, Paul Card (I21931)
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Allan was found dead in his home a while after his death. He had bee n i n declining health for some time. Allan's remains were cremated and h is s on, Cody and daughter-in-law, Jan and his daughter Holly took his as hes i nto the mountains of Montana, near Hamilton, and sprinkled them int o a st ream. It was an area of Montana, that Allan loved. He was 60 yr s 4 mo 1 9 days old.
Allan had been in the Army. | Morava, Allan LeRoy (I161387)
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Also Emma, Ehm on christening records.
BIRTH: Taarnby Church Rec GS#048,408
DEATH: Declo LDS Ward Rec. GS#007,436 and Cassia Stake Form E | Bendtsdatter, Ehm (I2463)
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Also known as Primos King of Troy. | Podarces, Priam King of Troy (I15110)
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An American inventor who developed the first all-electronic television s y stem.
Farnsworth was a technical prodigy from an early age. An avid reader o f s cience magazines as a teenager, he became interested in the problem o f te levision and was convinced that mechanical systems that used, for ex ample , a spinning disc would be too slow to scan and assemble images man y time s a second. Only an electronic system could scan and assemble an i mage fa st enough, and by 1922 he had worked out the basic outlines of el ectroni c television.
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In 1923, while still in high school, Farnsworth also entered Brigham You n g University in Provo, Utah, as a special student. However, his father ’ s death in January 1924 meant that he had to leave Brigham Young and wo r k to support his family while finishing high school.
Farnsworth had to postpone his dream of developing television. In 192 6 h e went to work for charity fund-raisers George Everson and Leslie Gor rell . He convinced them to go into a partnership to produce his televisi on sy stem. Farnsworth moved to Los Angeles with his new wife, Pem Gardne r, an d began work. He quickly spent the original $6,000 put up by Everso n an d Gorrell, but Everson procured $25,000 and laboratory space from th e Cro cker First National Bank of San Francisco. Farnsworth made his firs t succ essful electronic television transmission on September 7, 1927, an d file d a patent for his system that same year.
Farnsworth continued to perfect his system and gave the first demonstrat i on to the press in September 1928. His backers at the Crocker First Nat io nal Bank were eager to be bought out by a much larger company and in 1 93 0 made overtures to the Radio Corporation of America (RCA), which sen t th e head of their electronic television project, Vladimir Zworykin, t o eval uate Farnsworth’s work. Zworykin’s receiver, the kinescope, was su perio r to that of Farnsworth, but Farnsworth’s camera tube, the image di ssecto r, was superior to that of Zworykin. Zworykin was enthusiastic abo ut th e image dissector, and RCA offered Farnsworth $100,000 for his work . He r ejected the offer.
Instead, Farnsworth joined forces with the radio manufacturer Philadelph i a Storage Battery Company (Philco) in 1931, but their association onl y la sted until 1933. Farnsworth formed his own company, Farnsworth Telev ision , which in 1937 made a licensing deal with American Telephone & Tel egrap h (AT&T) in which each company could use the other’s patents. Buoye d by t he AT&T deal, Farnsworth Television reorganized in 1938 as Farnswo rth Tel evision and Radio and purchased phonograph manufacturer Capehar t Corporat ion’s factory in Fort Wayne, Indiana, to manufacture both devi ces. Produc tion of radios began in 1939.
RCA had not taken Farnsworth’s rejection lightly and began a lengthy ser i es of court cases in which RCA tried to invalidate Farnsworth’s patent s . Zworykin had developed a successful camera tube, the iconoscope, bu t ma ny other necessary parts of a television system were patented by Far nswor th. Finally, in 1939, RCA agreed to pay Farnsworth royalties for hi s pate nts.
The years of struggle and exhausting work had taken their toll on Farnsw o rth, and in 1939 he moved to Maine to recover after a nervous breakdow n . World War II halted television development in America, and Farnswort h f ounded Farnsworth Wood Products, which made ammunition boxes. In 194 7 h e returned to Fort Wayne, and that same year Farnsworth Television pr oduc ed its first television set. However, the company was in deep financ ial t rouble. It was taken over by International Telephone and Telegrap h (IT&T ) in 1949 and reorganized as Capehart-Farnsworth. Farnsworth wa s retaine d as vice president of research. Capehart-Farnsworth produced t elevision s until 1965, but it was a small player in the industry when co mpared wit h Farnsworth’s longtime rival RCA.
Farnsworth became interested in nuclear fusion and invented a device cal l ed a fusor that he hoped would serve as the basis for a practical fusi o n reactor. He worked on the fusor for years, but in 1967 IT&T cut his f un ding. He moved to Brigham Young University, where he continued his fus io n research with a new company, Philo T. Farnsworth Associates, but th e co mpany went bankrupt in 1970. | Farnsworth, Philo Taylor (I95023)
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An American novelist, short-story writer, and poet, best known for his n o vels of the sea, including his masterpiece, Moby Dick (1851).
Heritage and youth
Melville’s heritage and youthful experiences were perhaps crucial in for m ing the conflicts underlying his artistic vision. He was the third chi l d of Allan and Maria Gansevoort Melvill, in a family that was to gro w t o four boys and four girls. His forebears had been among the Scottis h an d Dutch settlers of New York and had taken leading roles in the Amer ica n Revolution and in the fiercely competitive commercial and politica l lif e of the new country. One grandfather, Maj. Thomas Melvill, was a m embe r of the Boston Tea Party in 1773 and was subsequently a New York im porte r. The other, Gen. Peter Gansevoort, was a friend of James Fenimor e Coope r and famous for leading the defense of Fort Stanwix, in upstat e New York , against the British.
In 1826 Allan Melvill wrote of his son as being “backward in speech an d s omewhat slow in comprehension... of a docile and amiable disposition. ” I n that same year, scarlet fever left the boy with permanently weakene d ey esight, but he attended Male High School. When the family import bus ines s collapsed in 1830, the family returned to Albany, where Herman enr olle d briefly in Albany Academy. Allan Melvill died in 1832, leaving hi s fami ly in desperate straits. The eldest son, Gansevoort, assumed respo nsibili ty for the family and took over his father’s felt and fur busines s. Herma n joined him after two years as a bank clerk and some months wor king on t he farm of his uncle, Thomas Melvill, in Pittsfield, Massachuse tts. Abou t this time, Herman’s branch of the family altered the spellin g of its na me. Though finances were precarious, Herman attended Albany C lassical Sch ool in 1835 and became an active member of a local debatin g society. A te aching job in Pittsfield made him unhappy, however, and a fter three month s he returned to Albany.
Wanderings and voyages
Young Melville had already begun writing, but the remainder of his you t h became a quest for security. A comparable pursuit in the spiritual re al m was to characterize much of his writing. The crisis that started Her ma n on his wanderings came in 1837, when Gansevoort went bankrupt and th e f amily moved to nearby Lansingburgh (later Troy). In what was to b e a fina l attempt at orthodox employment, Herman studied surveying at La nsingburg h Academy to equip himself for a post with the Erie Canal proje ct. When t he job did not materialize, Gansevoort arranged for Herman t o ship out a s cabin boy on the “St. Lawrence,” a merchant ship sailing i n June 1839 f rom New York City for Liverpool. The summer voyage did no t dedicate Melvi lle to the sea, and on his return his family was depende nt still on the c harity of relatives. After a grinding search for work , he taught briefl y in a school that closed without paying him. His uncl e Thomas, who had l eft Pittsfield for Illinois, apparently had no help t o offer when the you ng man followed him west. In January 1841 Melville s ailed on the whaler “ Acushnet,” from New Bedford, Massachusetts, on a vo yage to the South Seas .
In June 1842 the “Acushnet” anchored in the Marquesas Islands in present - day French Polynesia. Melville’s adventures here, somewhat romanticize d , became the subject of his first novel, Typee (1846). In July Melvill e a nd a companion jumped ship and, according to Typee, spent about fou r mont hs as guest-captives of the reputedly cannibalistic Typee people . Actuall y, in August he was registered in the crew of the Australian wh aler “Luc y Ann.” Whatever its precise correspondence with fact, however , Typee wa s faithful to the imaginative impact of the experience on Melv ille. Despi te intimations of danger, Melville represented the exotic val ley of the T ypees as an idyllic sanctuary from a hustling, aggressive ci vilization.
Although Melville was down for a 120th share of the whaler’s proceeds, t h e voyage had been unproductive. He joined a mutiny that landed the muti ne ers in a Tahitian jail, from which he escaped without difficulty. On t hes e events and their sequel, Melville based his second book, Omoo (1847 ). L ighthearted in tone, with the mutiny shown as something of a farce , it de scribes Melville’s travels through the islands, accompanied by Lo ng Ghost , formerly the ship’s doctor, now turned drifter. The carefree r oving con firmed Melville’s bitterness against colonial and, especially , missionar y debasement of the native Tahitian peoples.
These travels, in fact, occupied less than a month. In November he sign e d as a harpooner on his last whaler, the “Charles & Henry,” out of Nant uc ket, Massachusetts. Six months later he disembarked at Lahaina, in th e Ha waiian Islands. Somehow he supported himself for more than three mon ths ; then in August 1843 he signed as an ordinary seaman on the frigat e “Uni ted States,” which in October 1844 discharged him in Boston.
The years of acclaim of Herman Melville
Melville rejoined a family whose prospects had much improved. Gansevoor t , who after James K. Polk’s victory in the 1844 presidential election s ha d been appointed secretary to the U.S. legation in London, was gaini ng po litical renown. Encouraged by his family’s enthusiastic reception o f hi s tales of the South Seas, Melville wrote them down. The years of ac clai m were about to begin for Melville.
Typee provoked immediate enthusiasm and outrage, and then a year later O m oo had an identical response. Gansevoort, dead of a brain disease, nev e r saw his brother’s career consolidated, but the bereavement left Melvi ll e head of the family and the more committed to writing to support it . Ano ther responsibility came with his marriage in August 1847 to Elizab eth Sh aw, daughter of the chief justice of Massachusetts. He tried unsuc cessful ly for a job in the U.S. Treasury Department, the first of many a bortiv e efforts to secure a government post.
In 1847 Melville began a third book, Mardi (1849), and became a regula r c ontributor of reviews and other pieces to a literary journal. To hi s ne w literary acquaintances in New York City he appeared the characte r of hi s own books—extravert, vigorous, “with his cigar and his Spanis h eyes,” a s one writer described him. Melville resented this somewhat pa tronizing s tereotype, and in her reminiscences his wife recalled him i n a differen t aspect, writing in a bitterly cold, fireless room in winte r. He enjoine d his publisher not to call him “the author of Typee and Om oo,” for his t hird book was to be different. When it appeared, public an d critics alik e found its wild, allegorical fantasy and medley of style s incomprehensib le. It began as another Polynesian adventure but quickl y set its hero i n pursuit of the mysterious Yillah, “all beauty and inno cence,” a symboli c quest that ends in anguish and disaster. Concealing h is disappointmen t at the book’s reception, Melville quickly wrote Redbur n (1849) and Whit e-Jacket (1850) in the manner expected of him. In Octob er 1849 Melville s ailed to England to resolve his London publisher’s dou bts about White-Jac ket. He also visited the Continent, kept a journal, a nd arrived back in A merica in February 1850. The critics acclaimed White -Jacket, and its powe rful criticism of abuses in the U.S. Navy won it st rong political support . But both novels, however much they seemed to rev ive the Melville of Typ ee, had passages of profoundly questioning melanc holy. It was not the sam e Melville who wrote them. He had been reading S hakespeare with “eyes whi ch are as tender as young sparrows,” particular ly noting sombre passage s in Measure for Measure and King Lear. This rea ding struck deeply sympat hetic responses in Melville, counterbalancing t he Transcendental doctrine s of Ralph Waldo Emerson, whose general optimi sm about human goodness h e had heard in lectures. A fresh imaginative in fluence was supplied by Na thaniel Hawthorne’s Scarlet Letter, a novel de eply exploring good and evi l in the human being, which Melville read i n the spring of 1850. That sum mer, Melville bought a farm, which he chri stened “Arrowhead,” near Hawtho rne’s home at Pittsfield, and the two me n became neighbours physically a s well as in sympathies.
Melville had promised his publishers for the autumn of 1850 the novel th a t became Moby Dick. His delay in submitting it was caused less by his e ar ly-morning chores as a farmer than by his explorations into the unsusp ect ed vistas opened for him by Hawthorne. Their relationship reanimate d Melv ille’s creative energies. On his side, it was dependent, almost my sticall y intense—“an infinite fraternity of feeling,” he called it. To t he coole r, withdrawn Hawthorne, such depth of feeling so persistently an d openl y declared was uncongenial. The two men gradually drew apart. The y met fo r the last time, almost as strangers, in 1856, when Melville vis ited Live rpool, where Hawthorne was American consul.
Melville’s novel was published in London in October 1851 as The Whale a n d a month later in America as Moby-Dick; or, The Whale (see Researcher ’ s Note). It brought its author neither acclaim nor reward. Basically i t s story is simple. Captain Ahab pursues the white whale, Moby Dick, whi c h finally kills him. At that level, it is an intense, superbly authent i c narrative of whaling. In the perverted grandeur of Captain Ahab an d i n the beauties and terrors of the voyage of the “Pequod,” however, Me lvil le dramatized his deeper concerns: the equivocal defeats and triumph s o f the human spirit and its fusion of creative and murderous urges. I n hi s private afflictions, Melville had found universal metaphors.
Increasingly a recluse to the point that some friends feared for his san i ty, Melville embarked almost at once on Pierre (1852). It was an intens el y personal work, revealing the sombre mythology of his private life fr ame d in terms of a story of an artist alienated from his society. In i t ca n be found the humiliated responses to poverty that his youth suppli ed hi m plentifully and the hypocrisy he found beneath his father’s claim s to p urity and faithfulness. His mother he had idolized; yet he found t he spir ituality of her love betrayed by sexual love. The novel, a slight ly veile d allegory of Melville’s own dark imaginings, was rooted in thes e relatio ns. When published, it was another critical and financial disas ter. Onl y 33 years old, Melville saw his career in ruins. Near breakdown , and hav ing to face in 1853 the disaster of a fire at his New York publ ishers tha t destroyed most of his books, Melville persevered with writin g.
Israel Potter, plotted before his introduction to Hawthorne and his wor k , was published in 1855, but its modest success, clarity of style, an d ap parent simplicity of subject did not indicate a decision by Melvill e to w rite down to public taste. His contributions to Putnam’s Monthly M agazine —“Bartleby the Scrivener” (1853), “The Encantadas” (1854), and “B enito Ce reno” (1855)—reflected the despair and the contempt for human hy pocrisy a nd materialism that possessed him increasingly.
In 1856 Melville set out on a tour of Europe and the Levant to renew h i s spirits. The most powerful passages of the journal he kept are in har mo ny with The Confidence-Man (1857), a despairing satire on an America c orr upted by the shabby dreams of commerce. This was the last of his nove ls t o be published in his lifetime. Three American lecture tours were fo llowe d by his final sea journey, in 1860, when he joined his brother Tho mas, c aptain of the clipper “Meteor,” for a voyage around Cape Horn. H e abandon ed the trip in San Francisco.
The years of withdrawal of Herman Melville
Melville abandoned the novel for poetry, but the prospects for publicati o n were not favourable. With two sons and daughters to support, Melvill e s ought government patronage. A consular post he sought in 1861 went el sewh ere. On the outbreak of the Civil War, he volunteered for the Navy , but w as again rejected. He had apparently returned full cycle to the i nsecurit y of his youth, but an inheritance from his father-in-law brough t some re lief and “Arrowhead,” increasingly a burden, was sold. By the e nd of 1863 , the family was living in New York City. The war was much o n his mind an d furnished the subject of his first volume of verse, Battl e-Pieces and A spects of the War (1866), published privately. Four month s after it appea red, an appointment as a customs inspector on the New Yo rk docks finall y brought him a secure income.
Despite poor health, Melville began a pattern of writing evenings, weeke n ds, and on vacations. In 1867 his son Malcolm shot himself, accidental l y the jury decided, though it appeared that he had quarrelled with hi s fa ther the night before his death. His second son, Stanwix, who had go ne t o sea in 1869, died in a San Francisco hospital in 1886 after a lon g illn ess. Throughout these griefs, and for the whole of his 19 years i n the cu stoms house, Melville’s creative pace was understandably slowed.
His second collection of verse, John Marr, and Other Sailors; With Som e S ea-Pieces, appeared in 1888, again privately published. By then he ha d be en in retirement for three years, assisted by legacies from friend s and r elatives. His new leisure he devoted, he wrote in 1889, to “certa in matte rs as yet incomplete.” Among them was Timoleon (1891), a final v erse coll ection. More significant was the return to prose that culminate d in his l ast work, the novel Billy Budd, which remained unpublished unt il 1924. Pr ovoked by a false charge, the sailor Billy Budd accidentall y kills the sa tanic master-at-arms. In a time of threatened mutiny he i s hanged, goin g willingly to his fate. Evil has not wholly triumphed, an d Billy’s memor y lives on as an emblem of good. Here there is, if no t a statement of bei ng reconciled fully to life, at least the peace of r esignation. The manus cript ends with the date April 19, 1891. Five month s later Melville died . His life was neither happy nor, by material stand ards, successful. By t he end of the 1840s he was among the most celebrat ed of American writers , yet his death evoked but a single obituary notic e.
In the internal tensions that put him in conflict with his age lay a str a ngely 20th-century awareness of the deceptiveness of realities and of t h e instability of personal identity. Yet his writings never lost sigh t o f reality. His symbols grew from such visible facts, made intensely p rese nt, as the dying whales, the mess of blubber, and the wood of the sh ip, i n Moby Dick. For Melville, as for Shakespeare, man was ape and esse nce, i nextricably compounded; and the world, like the “Pequod,” was subj ect t o “two antagonistic influences... one to mount direct to heaven, th e othe r to drive yawingly to some horizontal goal.” It was Melville’s tr iumph t hat he endured, recording his vision to the end. After the year s of negle ct, modern criticism has secured his reputation with that of t he great Am erican writers. | Melville, Herman (I100340)
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Ancestry and Progentry of Captain James Blount - Immigrant, by Robert Fr e derick Pfafman, p E-35. | Mucil, Æthelred Ealdorman of the Gaini (I13570)
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Ancestry and Progentry of Captain James Blount - Immigrant, by Robert Fr e derick Pfafman, p E-35. | Fadburn, Eadburh (I13571)
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Ancestry and Progeny of Captain James Blount - Inmigrant. by Robert Fred e rick Pfafman p. E- 21.
There is a question at to whether the Daughter of Sigurd(R-3282) is th e M other or Wife of Malcolm II, his daughter married a Sigurd,Earl(Jarl ) o f Orkney. Jarl-is a Cheiftian or Nobleman. | Cinaethqueen (I12499)
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Andrew Watson
My grandfather, Andrew Watson, was one of the most inspirational charact e rs I have ever known. He was small in stature, but in his dedicatio n t o ideals, in the glowing path of honor, in the willingness to live an d fi ght for what he knew to be right, he was of great size and strength . H e was born in King’s Kettle, Fifeshire, Scotland, on October 13, 183 2, an d emigrated to Utah with the Martin Handcart company in 1856.
When Andrew was nine years of age he contracted smallpox. He was the fi r st in the village to become a victim of the disease. His father was t h e last, and died because of it. Andrew was the eldest child in the fam il y, and although he was only nine, he left school to work in the coal m ine s to help keep the family of nine children.
He loved good books. He sacrificed comforts, even necessities, to buy t h em. In his reading he learned of the opportunities to live his religi o n and to gain economic security for himself and family in the New Worl d . As time passed, and his brothers and sisters became old enough to ta k e his place in supporting the family, his mother agreed and assisted h i m to prepare for the long journey to America.
There is always a way. Andrew’s way was a borrowed wheelbarrow into whi c h he placed a large box of his precious books, and all his belongings a n d with the help of brothers and sisters pushed it fourteen miles to Dum fe rline, where boarded the train.
Later, when the company was leaving Iowa City, Iowa, he left his books a n d nearly all his belongings on the street, saying to the Lord that th e bo oks might be a light and testimony to some honest soul. Andrew, pus hin g his handcart, became exhausted and fell during a blizzard along th e tra il. Two women in camp missed him and went back many miles to fin d him; p ut him into his handcart, and pushed him back through the snow t o safety . He was so near gone that when he was placed near the campfir e to get d ry and warm, he did not know that his clothing had caught fire .
After many almost unbelievable experiences the company reached Salt La k e City. He said he was very happy and satisfied with the conditions i n Z ion and did not wish to return, but that wish was not granted for ver y lo ng. He had taken up one hundred sixty acres in homestead land. H e lacke d only a few months until he could claim his land when he was cal led o n a mission and the date set for him to leave was but a short tim e befor e he could claim his homestead. Believing souls were more precio us tha n acres of land he left on his mission at the appointed time and c onseque ntly lost his claim.
Andrew Watson held many responsible positions for his Church and communi t y. He served the the Provo Fourth Ward bishopric for over 30 years wh e n he was appointed and set apart as a patriarch. He had served, sacrif ic ed and done so much good for his fellowman, that an Apostle of the Chu rc h gave him a wonderful blessing, saying: “It is written in the Heaven l y Records that Andrew Watson is saved.”
Margaret Mitchell, a granddaughter | Watson, Andrew (I175799)
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BÆLDÆG
As we related above, Woden's son Bældæg became king of the land we now c a ll Westphalia, at that time the domain of the Heathobards. Before thi s i t was ruled by King Heathobard, but Woden and the gods defeated him i n ba ttle and seized his kingdom, bestowing it upon Bældæg. He marrie d a loca l woman, and had two sons by her, Forseta and Brand.
At this time, Heathobard's young son Hætha was being fostered by the nei g hbouring King Gewar. During a visit to King Gewar's lands, Bældæg saw N an ne, daughter of Gewar, and despite his existing wife, fell in love wit h h er. He set out to the court to ask for her hand.
When Hætha, who was also in love with his foster-sister, learnt of Bældæ g 's intentions, he went to Gewar. 'I wish to marry Nanne,' he told him . Ge war looked troubled.
'Willingly would I give you my daughter's hand,' said the king, 'but wo r d has reached me that Bældæg has the same desire. And all know that, b y s pells, the gods have made Bældæg's body invulnerable to iron.' 'Is th er e no way we could slay him?' demanded Hætha.
'I do know of a sword that could kill the god,' replied Gewar, 'but i t i s in the keeping of Miming, a wood-elf who dwells in Halgoland, in th e fa r north.' Undeterred, Hætha set out to find the sword.
Meanwhile, Bældæg came to Gewar's court. On making his request, Gewar re p lied; 'Ask Nanne for her own opinion,' and Bældæg did so.
Nanne replied; 'I do not think it is fitting that a mortal like myself s h ould marry a god.'
After this refusal, Hætha returned unexpectedly from the north, bearin g t he sword of Miming, and attacked Bældæg. The gods came to Bældæg's ai d, W oden with his spear, Thunær with his mighty hammer, and many another . Bu t Hætha fought back, and even took on Thunær, hacking off the thunde r-god 's hammer haft. With this weapon damaged, the gods fled to Odense , Bældæ g with them.
Victorious, Hætha returned to Gewar, and in great pomp he married Nann e . He brought his queen back to his own land, but then Bældæg returned , an d defeated him, forcing him to flee to Gewar. After the battle, Bæld æg pi erced the earth and created a fresh spring for his thirsty troops . But Na nne's absence plagued the god, and each night he dreamed of phan toms of h er. He grew so ill that he could no longer walk.
At this time, Hætha had been accepted as king by the Danes. On learnin g t his, Bældæg came after him with a fleet. They fought over the territo rie s of the Danes, and Bældæg forced Hætha into retreat.
Now the gods decided to bring back Bældæg's strength with a magical mea l . But before it could be prepared, Hætha returned, and attacked Bældæg ' s host. He met with Bældæg, and wounded him mortally with the Sword o f Mi ming, and the god retreated from the field. Next day, he returned t o th e battle in a litter, rather than die in his tent. That night, howev er, h e saw Hel, goddess of the underworld, who promised him that she wou ld soo n have him in her embrace.
After three days, Bældæg died from his wound, and his followers buried h i m in a barrow. | Beldegsson, Brand (I14207)
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Ancestry and Progentry of Captain James Blount - Immigrant, by Rober t F . Pfafman, p E-34. | Frithugarsson, Fréawine (I14326)
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Ancestry and Progentry of Captain James Blount - Immigrant, by Rober t F . Pfafman, p E-34. | Freawinesson, Wig King of West Saxons (I14768)
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Royal Ancestors of Some LDS Families by Michel L. Call, chart 718.
Ancestry and Progentry of Captain James Blount - Immigrant, by Rober t F . Pfafman, p E-34.
Gewis appears in the Anglo-Saxon Chronicle as the son of Wig (Wye) a n d a descendant of Woden. He is also identified as the father of Esla, t h e father of Elesa, the father of Cerdic of Wessex who invaded Britai n i n 495 and founded the kingdom of Wessex.
The name of Gewis' mother and that of his wife are not identified. | Gewis (I14797)
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REF: (ANGLO-SAXON CHRONICLE);P.206, Table 1. The West Saxon royal hous e ( a) | Wessex, Cuthwulf (I16252)
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Ann Fuller, dau. of Dr. Matthew Fuller and poss. Matthew's wife France s , b. circa 1639 prob., but not assuredly, in England .
By 1660 Ann m. her first cousin Samuel Fuller, s. of Samuel Fuller and J a ne Lothrop, bapt. Feb. 11, 1637/8 at Scituate, Mass. by his maternal gr an dfather, Rev. John Lothrop. He d. intestate bef. Dec. 28, 1691 at Barn sta ble, Mass., the date his estate inventory was made.
Ann also d. before Dec. 28, 1691, since her husband's estate inventory i n cluded no mention or provision for her. Two days later on Dec. 30, 169 1 , an agreement was entered in the court, in which:
• These presents witnesseth that Matthew Fuller, Barnabas Fuller, Jose p h Fuller and Benjamin Fuller Sons of Samuel Fuller Late of Barnstable d ec eased do by these presents Resine give up and quit claime unto their S ist ers Desire Fuller and Sarah Fuller, Daughters of sd deceased, of al l thei r deceased Mothers apparrel of what sort and kind so ever it be a s well m ade up as Intended to be made up: as also all ye houshold stuf f of sd dec eased of what sort or kind so ever that is comonly used withi n doars exce ipt one bedd praized at fifty shillings which was given to J oseph Fulle r and Benjamin Fuller by their deceased Mother as all Brass , pewter, Iron , bedd, beding, tables, Linnin sheets, pillow cotes, and a ll other utense ls what so ever, except as before excepted unto ye said D esire Fuller an d Sarah Fuller their heirs and assignes for ever.
• In witness where of wee ye said Matthew Fuller, Barnabas Fuller, Jose p h Fuller and Benjamin Fuller have here unto set our hands and seals th i s thirtieth day of December one thousand six hundred ninty and one. [De c . 30, 1691]
The mark of Matthew Fuller
The mark of Barnabas Fuller
The mark of Joseph Fuller
The mark of Benjamin Fuller
The children of cousins Ann Fuller and her husband Samuel Fuller are sum m arized in their father's memorial.
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Ann is a separate person from her sister Elizabeth who was christened t h e same day as she was. Both were "children" of Bathsheba Smith. | Smith, Anne (I176529)
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ANN LONG WOODHOUSE
History prepared by
Thelma Farnsworth Priday, gggranddaughter
Ann Long was born to John Long and Hannah Shaw, 6 October 1806 or (180 7 ) in the little village of Mexborough, Yorkshire, England. Little is kn ow n of her life until 6 October 1829 when she married Charles Woodhous e o f a nearby village, Adwick Le Street, Yorkshire. Charles was a tailo r b y trade. They made their home in Adwick le Street, a parish of 382 me mber s, four miles northwest of Doncaster, Yorkshire, England. The Woodho use f amily had lived on the same street for many years.
Ann became the mother of eight children, four sons, John, Charles, Joe l , and Norman; and four daughters, Amelia, Ann, Sarah, and Mary Ellen. S in ce Ann was a very good cook, she cooked in many of the better class ho me s and was often called on to cook and serve meals to royalty.
Ann and her eldest son, John, were members of the Methodist faith, bu t i n 1849 Missionaries from the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Sai nt s came to preach in their town. John was baptized in May 1849, Ann i n th e following June, her husband, Charles and their son Charles, both i n Sep tember, and a little later, daughter Amelia. All in the family wh o were t hen of age were baptized. The Woodhouse family soon learned ho w unpopula r they had become as members of the Mormon Church, so they mad e up thei r minds to move to America. Leaving their deceased year-old so n in Englan d, they sold their belongings and moved to Liverpool from whi ch they join ed a company of 464 Saints to sail 8 January 1851 on the shi p Ellen. In a ddition to the usual problems, small quarters, poor food, a nd rough seas , measles broke out among the Saints the day they left th e dock, and near ly every child on board had them, besides several adults , making about se venty cases. (Elder Cummings, J. W., Latter-day Saints ’ Millennial Star 1 3:10 [May 15, 1851] p. 158-159.) The Saints arrived s afely in New Orlean s 14 March 1851, and in St. Louis one week later. The y spent more tha n a year in St. Louis preparing for their trip across th e plains. The boy s worked on farms, Ann and the older girls found work i n homes, and her h usband, Charles, followed his trade of tailoring. He w as also a very goo d violin player, playing for parties and dances. He go t a job across th e River where he was accidentally drowned. He was burie d in St. Louis i n July 1851. Just a few weeks later Ann’s six-year-old s on Norman died o f cholera. Concerning these events, John wrote in his jo urnal, “Sicknes s and deaths were very frequent. So much so that in man y cases regular fu nerals could not be had. On the death of our little br other we had to giv e notice to the City Office. A conveyance came alon g with a load of coffi ns (about a dozen), they went from house to hous e getting a corpse in eac h one, and when loaded went to the cemetery an d there put them in graves . My brother Charles and myself followed alon g and saw our brother place d in his grave.” So the widow Ann Long Woodho use and her six remaining ch ildren had to continue their journey alone , sailing up the Missouri Rive r to Council Bluffs, Iowa to join the las t company of Saints to depart fo r Utah that year, 1852. They crossed th e plains in three months, arrivin g safely September 10th in Salt Lake, a s John said, “in good health and c ondition”.
The family found a two room log cabin in which to make their first hom e . Ann, her two sons and two eldest daughters soon found employment, bu t S arah age nine and Mary Ellen age 5 years were left at home as they we re t oo young to go out to work. Ann, because of her ability to cook an d sew , found employment in some of the better homes such as “Aunt Rache l Grant ’s”, Squire Wells’ and others.
Before spring came, another tragedy struck Ann’s family in the death fr o m pneumonia of her little ten-year-old daughter, Sarah, in January 185 3 . She was buried in the Salt Lake City Cemetery. Two months later, in M ar ch, Amelia, Ann’s eldest daughter, married Arza Erastus Hinckley and e ven tually went to Fillmore to live; the next month, in April 1853, John , he r eldest child, left to make his home in Cedar City, Utah. Charles w ent t o live in Beaver; and Annie soon married and went to Sanpete to liv e. An n and her young daughter Mary Ellen were alone.
Ann is described as being “very interested in her religion”, so she mu s t have desired to be sealed to a righteous man. At that time, there wa s n o temple, and sealings were not done for the deceased. There was no p ossi bility for Ann to be sealed to her deceased husband, Charles Woodhou se, a nd she may not have known that it would ever be possible. (The endo wmen t was first administered to the dead 11 Jan. 1877 in the St. Georg e Templ e.) Perhaps that explains why Ann in 1855 was sealed to Levi Sava ge. (Fam ily History Library Film # 183,380 records that on 18 February 1 855 a t 2 PM Ann Long born March 1807 at Yorkshire, England and Levi Sava ge bor n 25 Aug 1790 at Hebron, Washington, New Jersey were sealed by B . Young a t the President’s Office. Witnesses were J. V. Vernon and D. Ma ckintosh.)
Something happened in the ensuing years, because five years later Ann w a s sealed to another husband, Chandler Holbrook. (Family History Librar y f ilm # 1,149,514, page 388; Couple 2609 records, “Holbrook, Chandler b or n 16 Sep 1807 at Florence, Oneida, New York; Long, Ann born Oct 1806 a t M exbro, Yorkshire, England; sealed 3 Dec 1859 by B. Young at President ’s H ouse; Witnesses B. Young, D. O. Calder”.) Chandler Holbrook had bee n prev iously married to Eunice Dunning in 1831 in New York, and sealed t o her J anuary 27, 1846 in the Nauvoo Temple, so Ann’s marriage to him wo uld hav e been in polygamy.
We learn that Chandler Holbrook and his wife Eunice were 1851 pioneer s o f Fillmore. “They had a two-story adobe house adequate to care for tr avel ers .... The stagecoach would stop here for the night to rest the pa sseng ers and horses.” (Our Pioneer Heritage, Vol. 16, p. 138.) The 186 0 Censu s for Utah, Millard County, Fillmore, lists “The name of every pe rson who se place of abode on the first day of June, 1860 was in this fam ily” as “ Chancella Holbrook, 52 born in NY; Ann, 54 born in Eng”, and th at they we re “Married within the year”. Also listed within the househol d were “Orso n C, 18 born in Ill., and Joseph H, 15 born in Ill.” Orso n C and Josep h H Holbrook are sons of Chandler Holbrook and his wife Eun ice who was no t deceased until 30 Dec. 1890. This must indicate that Cha ncellor and An n were living in the same household at that time.
Ann’s daughter Mary Ellen said that “When Cove Fort was built [mother ] w as called by President Young to go there to teach the Indian women ho w t o prepare food, keep clean and learn to sew. The venture did not prov e t o be of much worth, so [we] were sent on to help St. George County. T her e [we] lived in a dugout and helped to get things started in that sec tion .” (“Life of Mary Ellen Woodhouse White” by her daughter Alice Whit e Farn sworth.)
After a few years, Ann and Mary Ellen went to live in Lehi, getting wh a t work they could to support themselves. While William J. Flake and hi s w ife Lucy of Beaver were visiting relatives in Lehi, they became acqua inte d with Ann and her daughter Mary Ellen and invited them to go with t hem t o Beaver to live. From the Autobiography of .Lucy Hannah White Flak e we r ead: “There was a widow and her daughter who had no home so we too k the m into ours. Mary Ellen was about sixteen. She spun the yarn, I wov e an d Mrs. Woodhouse did the cooking and most of the housework. ‘Many ha nds m ake light work’, and we all worked together congenially. . . . Mrs . Woodh ouse remained with us several months. The daughter became engage d to my e ldest brother [Orson] and stayed at our home until they were ma rried [5 O ctober 1867].”
Perhaps after the marriage of Mary Ellen and Orson, Ann made her home w i th them. The Census of 1880 lists, in the household of Samuel O. Whit e an d Mary E. White, their six children, and Ann HOLBROOK, Mother in Law . App arently Ann was continuing to use the name of her third husband, Ch andle r Holbrook.
Ann had many heartaches, losing her year-old son Joel Silverwood Woodho u se in England; her husband, Charles and six-year-old son Norman in St . Lo uis; her 10-year-old daughter in Salt Lake City; her daughter Ameli a whe n just a young mother in Utah.
Ann passed away 26 April, 1887 in Beaver, Utah, and was buried in the C e metery there. She was survived by her children John, Charles, and Mar y El len.
Engraved on her headstone are these words:
Sacred to the Memory of ANN LONG
Born Oct 6, 1807 Adwick Le Street
Mexborough Yorkshire England
Beloved wife of Charles Woodhouse
who is buried at St Louis Missouri
(Their children are also listed.)
On 6 Jan. 1926, in the Salt Lake Temple, family members performed the o r dinances vicariously sealing Ann and Charles to each other, and all o f th eir children to them.
The above was scanned by Paul Jacobs Farnsworth on December 7, 2010, fr o m a copy of Thelma Farnsworth Priday’s history which she’d given to him . | Long, Ann (I175098)
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Ann was another American Indian woman Joshua met at the time of ferryi n g people on boats across the Green River. She was suppose to be a sist e r of Chief Washakie | Greasewood, Pee-che "Ann" (I163168)
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Anna is a Cousin to the Virgin Mary. | Anna (I15215)
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Anna Judith Duncan was a woman of great strength and faith. Anna was bo r n 21 November 1862, in a little house on the north west corner of Temp l e Square in Salt Lake City, Utah, a daughter of Elias August and Anna S op hia Hegglund Beckstrand. She was the first of six children born to thi s f amily, two of whom died in infancy .
Her parents had emigrated from Sweden to Salt Lake City. The family mov e d to and lived for a time at Deseret, Millard County. Here Anna's broth e r and sister, John August and Albertina, were born .
They then moved to Meadow (also in Millard County) where they were som e o f the early settlers. Her father, Elias, married a second wife in 186 9 an d so Anna Judith grew up in a polygamist family. Being the oldest i n th e family, she had plenty of dishes to wash and babies to tend. She a lso h elped with the chores on the farm and learned to work and make th e most o f her time. The family spoke the Swedish language in their home , but whe n the children started to attend school, Elias announced that t hey woul d now have to change and speak only the English language. He ha d a littl e difficulty mastering English and couldn't say "Judith" and s o he calle d her "Udith." This was shortened to "Udy" and that name she k ept through out her life. She was called "Aunt Udy" by practically everyo ne in Meadow .
On 7 May 1879, at the age of seventeen, she married James Duncan in th e S t. George Temple. James and Anna Judith moved into a small, three-bed roo m house in Meadow. They were the parents of eight children: Anna Jean nett e (1880), James Elias (1882-died at birth), Elmer (1884), James Alon zo (1 886), Flora (1891), Lois Emma (1894), Leah (1898) and Naomi (1901 ) .
When the first three children were very small, James was called to ser v e a two-year mission in Georgia leaving Udy with the full care of the f am ily. She raised a good garden and canned and dried fruits and vegetabl es . She also raised chickens, a few pigs and had several cows to milk wh ic h helped with the food for the family. She sold eggs for ten to twelv e ce nts a dozen and sent milk to the creamery which brought in a small c hec k each month. After his mission, James and several other men from Mea do w pursued the occupation of freighting through southern Utah and Nevad a . The trips sometimes lasted 5-6 weeks. In 1905 James was tragically ki ll ed on on of the trips.
Udy was left with six children to raise, ranging in age from ninetee n t o four years. The task of playing the role of both father and mothe r wa s not an easy one, but Udy did not shirk her responsibilities. Her d aught er, Anna, passed away (22 March 1916)) at the age of thirty-five. N ow, i n addition to caring for her own family, Udy helped to raise her tw o gran dsons, Herman and James Lynn.
Anna Judith was an active member of the church. She served as an offic e r in most of the auxiliary organizations. She was a teacher in Sunday S ch ool, Primary and was president of the Young Women's Mutual Improvemen t As sociation for fifteen years. She also served in the Relief Society p resid ency and was a member of the Stake Sunday School Board. For many ye ars sh e helped prepared the dead for burial. She also worked on the sewi ng comm ittee, helping to make the burial clothes. She was a very good se amstres s and took in sewing to help with the family expenses .
Udy raised her family strong in the LDS faith. Her seven living childr e n were all married in the temple. She sent her son, Alonzo, on a missi o n to England. She tried to teach her children to be thrifty, especiall y w ith their time. She knew the true meaning of work. She wanted her chi ldre n to appreciate the blessings they would receive when they learned t o giv e of themselves and help others. Anna Judith was an exceptionally g ood mo ther and grandmother. She was strict but kind .
During the last years of her life, she spent a great deal of her time do i ng temple work, primarily in the Manti Temple. She died on her seventy- se venth birthday, 21 November 1939, in Meadow, Utah. | Beckstrand, Anna Judith (I4933)
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Anor was born in Preston, Idaho but the family moved back to Salt Lake w h en Anor was just a baby. They lived in various [laces in the northwes t pa rt of Salt Lakie City. About 1905 or 1906 the family moved to 270 Vi ne St reet where they spent the major part of Anor's childhood. He attend ed th e Lafayette School - an older building which burned down but locte d jus t north of the present Lafayete School at North Temple and State St reet w hich has now been converted into the Mission Home for the LDS Chur ch.
When Anor was about six years of age, the family took a trip to Montan a t o a ranch just out of Dillon. The ranch was owned and operated by hi s mot her's sister and her husband - Mary and Dick Waddoups. It was inten ded a s a summer vacation but it was a trip long remembered and treasure d memor ies for the entire family.
As he grew up he and a cousin - Art Clayton - spent many hours going o u t toward Salt Air hunting jack rabbits. They sold some of them and th e fa mily had many a meal from their "catch". They had an agreement tha t the y would eat (or at least try to eat) some of everything they caugh t - bu t he never could eat a part of a snake the had killed even thoug h it wa s cooked to perfection.
He was nick-named "Cotton" because of the light color of his blond hair.
Religion in the home: There was very little active religion in the hom e d uring the growing up years, The family had to struggle very hard fo r th e bare necessities of life with the Mother carrying the main burde n of th e family problems. Each of the children was more or less on thei r own an d went to work at an early age bringing in what little money the y could e arn. The Father left home when Anor was about 14 years of age a nd was nev er heard from again. His mother helped support the family by n ursing serv ices - she went out on maternity cases with Dr. W. R. Calderw ood.
Anor enlisted in 1917 in the First World War - joining the Cavalry Divis i on of the Army. He had never been on a horse before but with the traini n g he received "could have ridden a razor blade when he got back". Firs t w ent by train to the east coast (Florida) and then shipped all the wa y bac k also by train to the Mexican Border for active duty. There were m any pe ople (enemies included) who found it easy to get to Mexico and the n too k their chances to cross the border into the United States. Anor ha d bee n put in charge of the group that left Salt Lake even though he wa s the y oungest of the entire company. He served for 18 months.
After returning from was service he met Fanny Ostler and after a short c o urtship they were married in Salt Lake City. They lived in Salt Lake f o r a short while then moved to a ranch owned by her father, George, nea r G oshen, Utah. They stayed there for about a year and then moved back t o Sa lt Lake. He worked for Madsen Furniture Company as a mechanic and ja ck o f all trades. Some of these duties were to grab a white coat and ans wer c alls for ambulance service. In 1925 he started working for Utah Ga s and C oke in their office located in the Boston Building.He had attende d nigh t school and was employed as bookkeeper, cashier, assistant credi t man an d other positions. This company was changed to Mountain Fuel Sup ply and m oved up to 45 South Main and then to 36 South State. He left th ere in 193 6 and worked for Home Owners Loan - a government agency to hel p farmers a nd individuals keep their home during the Great Depression ye ars. The Gov ernment guaranteed and refinanced the mortgages on the home s and farms. W hen that agency was fazed out he worked for a short whil e for Salt Lake C ity in the traffic department. Then in 1942 got what h e thought at the ti me to be a chance of a life time - a job with the Off ice of Price Adminis tration in the legal department. His starting salar y was $2,000.00 per ye ar which was "heaven" to him at the time. It wa s a good job, though, an d he received many advancements and promotions a nd pay increases - real g ood money for those days. After OPA was finishe d he started to work for S ears Roebuck and Company as a furniture salesm an in July 1947(July 9th) w hich position he held until his retirement i n 1965.
Daughter Barbara was born to Anor and Fanny Ostler on November 30, 192 1 i n Salt Lake City. They lived in several places around Salt lake mainl y ap artments on Capitol Hill and later and later purchased a home at 54 9 Deso to Street where they lived until they were divorced in December 19 34.
In 1938 (September 18) Anor married Merle McFarlane in Salt Lake City. T h e ceremony was performed in the Jade Room of the Hotel Utah by Fred W . Sc hwendiman - Bishop. A wedding breakfast was served there for famil y and c lose friends (about 50 guests) followed by an open house receptio n at th e McFarlane home in the afternoon. They had a good marriage.
They lived in an apartment at 240 1st Avenue (Wilshire Arms Apartments ) f or about 3 years. Anor Wayne Margetts (a son) was born November 30,19 41 a t LDS Hospital in Salt Lake City. After his birth they lived at 35 0 Harri son Avenue (the McFarlane home). In December 1943 they moved to 1 539 Sout h 7th East where they lived for 12 years until they purchased th e home a t 804 Nibley Circle.
Anor always enjoyed hunting and fishing and had many friends with who m h e made regular trips. For a while he would have "rather quit his job " tha n miss a yearly deer hunt.However, the deer hunts got to be too har d wor k for the joy derived - especially after one of his friends shot hi msel f in the foot and was in the hospital for many weeks.
He had most of the childhood diseases. Enjoyed very good health during m o st of his adult life with an occasional bout with the "flu" or simila r ai lments. In 1966 the Doctor discovered a spot on his lung which was r emove d on February 22, 1966. It was supposedly a successful operation bu t on F ebruary 22nd, 1968 when he had a prostate gland operation they dis covere d that other spots were developing in his lung. The primary cance r had no t been in the lung but another part of the body with the spots b eing fe d to the lung through the blood stream. He kept going until Jul y 1968 bu t after that time spent most of his time in bed never giving u p to comple te invalidism but failing fast until April 15, 1969 when he p assed away.
Anor was a kind, tender and loving husband and father. He had a great se n se of humor. He enjoyed life and people and was loved and admired by a l l who knew him well.
Information in this sketch was related by Susan Shippee (Anor's sister ) t o Merle Margetts at 296 Nashua St., Murray, Utah on November 28, 1976 . La ter information was added by Merle Margetts and transcribed by Wayn e Marg etts. | Margetts, Anor Whipple (I18849)
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ARABELLA ANN CHANDLER was born February 27, 1824, in Cheltenham, Glouces t ershire, England, the fourth child of George Chandler and Esther Glove r . The family group sheets give her name as Arabella, though in her his to ry her children George and Caroline call her “Arabell Ann,” so maybe t hat ’s how she pronounced her name. Arabella’s parents had thirteen child ren , of which seven died in childhood. George and Caroline describe the ir g randparents this way:
“George Chandler was an unusual character, being high-minded, stri c t in his habits, exacting in his discipline, and immaculate in his dre s s and personal appearance. Everything about him, both in private and i n p ublic, must conform to his social ambition. He would not recognize hi s ow n children until they were up to his standard in personal appearance .
“. . . Esther Glover, was of modest disposition, highly refined, na t urally artistic, scrupulously clean, and possessed of unusual executiv e a bility. Arabell Ann inherited these characteristics from her parents. ”
The Chandlers went to church and read the Bible in the home. Arabe l la’s family was prosperous. She went to school, studied literature, an d s pent a lot of time horse back riding. But then her father suffere d a fina ncial reversal. Much of their property was tied up in litigatio n and wa s never recovered. Arabella learned dress-making and millinery ( women’s h at making) to help support the family. George died in 1839, whe n Arabell a was about 15. Before long, Arabella was supporting her mothe r and broth er Frederick, who was only 5 when their father died .
In 1842, Esther, Arabella, and Frederick were baptized into The Chur c h of Jesus Christ of Latter day Saints. Arabella was 18 at the time. Ar ab ella did missionary work by distributing tracts door-to-door in Chelte nha m. In 1849, when Arabella was 25, her mother died. Arabella’s siste r Clar issa and her husband John Alder, a member of the Church since 1842 , emigr ated to St. Louis in 1850.1 Arabella saved her money and earned e nough fo r her and Frederick to follow them in 1851. They sailed with a c ompany o f Saints on the George W. Bourne to New Orleans and then by rive rboat t o St. Louis. Arabella worked at dressmaking and millinery to tr y to ear n enough money to continue on to Zion. She met a recent convert , Samuel R ose Parkinson, also English, and married him on January 1, 185 2. She wa s 27 at the time, and he just 20.
Samuel was doing well as a drayman (someone who hauls things fo r a l iving), owned his teams, and had money in the bank. Their first chi ld, Sa muel Chandler, was born February 23, 1853. The Parkinsons left the ir hom e and business in 1854 to come to Utah, bringing Frederick as wel l as Sam uel’s little sister Lucy with them. Arabella had to cook over bu ffalo chi ps, and once they saw a buffalo stampede. They encountered Ind ians, incl uding a party of 350 fresh from raiding, whom the pioneers fe d and gave g ifts. The Parkinsons and their company narrowly escaped a ma ssacre at For t Laramie.
Arabella and Samuel moved first to Kaysville. Samuel built her a l o g house with a dirt roof and a dirt floor. On August 1, 1855, she ha d a g irl, Charlotte, and the next day, August 2, Charlotte’s twin brothe r, Wil liam. Arabella was in bed with them when a storm blew a part of th e roo f off the house, drenching mother and babies with rain and mud, bu t the y pulled through. Samuel gardened, raised stock, ran a threshing ma chine , and worked on the fort. Arabella kept house and sewed for her fa mily a nd for hire. Their son George was born July 18, 1857. Samuel wa s calle d up in the Utah War and spent much of that winter on guard dut y in the c liffs in Echo Canyon. On July 7, 1859, they had another son, F ranklin. Ar abella’s brother Frederick got restless in Utah and, contrar y to the coun sel of Brigham Young, left for California to look for gold . He wrote fo r a while but then stopped, and though they tried to find h im and reestab lish contact, they never could. Arabella sorrowed over hi m as long as sh e lived.
In the spring of 1860, the Parkinsons joined 12 other families wh o m oved to Cache Valley and settled along the Muddy River. They called t hei r village Green Meadows. When President Brigham Young visited in Jul y t o organize the ward, he asked them to change the name of the river t o Cu b Creek and the name of the town to Franklin, after Apostle Frankli n D. R ichards, and they obliged. For the first few years they thought th ey wer e in Utah, but when the surveys came through, Franklin proved to b e the o ldest town in Idaho. Samuel farmed, hauled goods to Montana, an d starte d a store in their house. Arabella made soap, molded candles, cu red meat , made the buckskin shirts and trousers that her husband and son s wore, w ove the linsey-woolsey cloth (a course mixture of wool and line n or cotto n) and sewed the dresses that she and her daughters wore. Ofte n she use d horsehair for thread.
Samuel worked on ditches, helped build the school, and served as co n stable and as a minuteman-they rode out in response to Indian raids eve r y year. Arabella was tending store one day when an Indian man came i n an d threatened to kill her if she didn’t give him liquor. She kept coo l an d ordered him from the store, and he obeyed. Arabella’s and Samuel’ s seco nd daughter, Esther, was born February 2, 1862.
In 1863 the U.S. Army attacked the Shoshoni on Bear River, 12 mil e s north of Franklin, killing many hundreds of men, women, and children . T he Mormons helped care for the survivors on both sides. Arabella an d Samu el took in a Shoshoni boy who survived the massacre and raised him , givin g him the name of Shem Parkinson. Shem was by some accounts an an gry boy , hard for Arabella to handle, and even pulled a knife on Samue l once. Bu t he joined the Church and became a deacon. He died of quick c onsumptio n in 1881. Arabella’s son Albert was born
Arabella during her trip to St. Louis, 1879 consumption in 1881. Ar a bella’s son Albert was born August 8, 1863 but died at 9 months. Arabel la ’s children write: “This caused her great sorrow. However, there wer e s o many responsibilities crowding on her that she was forced to dismis s he r sorrow as much as possible to carry out her duties.” Clara was bo rn Ap ril 18, 1865 and Caroline November 10, 1866, making five boys and f our gi rls born to Samuel and Arabella.
Samuel was doing well now at farming, freighting, and managing t h e store. According to his daughter Vivian, Samuel and Arabella discuss e d plural marriage even before they married. Samuel told Arabella: “Yo u k now, I know that’s true, that church. And if I join it I’m going t o joi n it whole hand or none. And that means if there ever comes a tim e I thi nk I should take another wife, I’m going to do it. So now you ma ke up yo ur mind because that’s what I’m going to do.
” After getting Arabella’s consent, Samuel made cautious inquirie s a bout marrying Charlotte Smart, the daughter of his friend and busines s pa rtner Thomas S. Smart. Charlotte was willing but on her father’s adv ice t old Samuel to wait a year. She also asked him not to court her duri ng tha t time, out of consideration for Arabella. They talked only briefl y at Ch urch functions, danced at parties, and were rarely if ever alone . Samue l married Charlotte in 1866. He was 35 and Charlotte 17.
Arabella, age 42, had given birth to Caroline, her youngest, ju s t a month before. Samuel married Charlotte’s sister Maria two years lat er , when Maria was also 17. According to George and Caroline, Arabella l ive d the law of Sarah: “She knew by the revelation from God that her dom esti c life for time and all eternity was involved in . . . the celestia l orde r of marriage, and upon this conviction she stepped forth and gav e her hu sband these two wives to become the mothers of his children.” Ch arlotte t ended Arabella’s children so Arabella could be present at Maria ’s wedding .
Samuel rotated between wives, a week at each. Arabella had a hous e , and Charlotte and Maria lived for years in separate rooms in anothe r on e. Between the three families Samuel eventually had 32 children. Th e var ious histories depict Samuel’s homes as happy and say all three wiv es wer e peacemakers and devoted to their families. Arabella’s children w ere hav ing children at the same time as the other wives, which must hav e meant S amuel’s two younger families got an extra portion of his attent ion. He ha d other demands that kept him away as well. He became the mana ger of th e Franklin Co-op, which included a woolen mill and other undert akings bes ides the store.
He served as a counselor in the same bishopric for 30 years, whic h t hey figured was a record. In 1873 the Church sent him on an explorati on m ission to Arizona. He went to prison for polygamy for five months i n 1886 . Arabella asked if she could send a bed with him, and the marsha l said n o, just a quilt and pillow. So she made him a quilt with eight p ounds o f wool. She sent him care packages with cakes, candies, and fruit . She ke pt the family going and looked over his financial affairs whil e he was go ne. | Chandler, Arabella Ann (I21116)
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Archibald Campbell died while escaping Edinburgh Castle in 1537 | Campbell, Sir Archibald 2nd Earl of Argyll (I168234)
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Arizona Record newspaper, July 3rd, 1952 ,
Courtesy Bullion Plaza Cultural Center & Museum, Miami, AZ
Cave-In Victim's Body Found Early This Morning
Removal of an estimated 10,000 tons of earth was necessary to locate t h e body of Jack Howard, junior engineer for the Kennecott Copper Compan y h ere.
His body was sighted this morning at 3:15 a.m. by fellow workers who ha v e labored 24 hours a day since the man's body disappeared about 5:30 p. m . Sunday.
Hand digging and hoist removal of dirt enabled the men to get to the bo d y an hour and a half after it was sighted. The final removal occurred a bo ut 5:00 a.m. today.
The body, disappearing when the ground gave way under a heavy mechanic a l shovel, dropped down 50 feet into a drift of which 30 feet of it wa s be low the collar of a raise.
A six-yard shovel, dragline hoist, and hand picks and shovels were use d t o move the dirt.
A.P. Morris, general manager of Kennecott, stated it was a deeply regret t able accident and could only have occurred with the man standing in th a t exact spot.
Morris commended the Ray Mine Rescue workers and fellow miners of the yo u ng engineer for their vigilance and untiring efforts to rescue the body .
Article courtesy of Contributor LA Powers | Howard, Homer Jackson Jr (I161792)
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Arrived on board the ship Mary & John 1630. Owner/pilot of the ship Grif f in.
Descendant: Emily Dickinson.
IMMIGRATION: Came on the ship "Mary and John" to British Colonial Americ a from the Parish of Mosterne, Dorset, England, landing before the Winthr op Fleet of 1630 | Gallop, John (I146262)
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Arthur Harris Ostler was born June 18, 1903 to George Ostler and Elizabe t h Harris Taylor. He was the fifth child and 2nd son .
He married Lola Worthington September 4, 1924 in Nephi, Utah. They had t h ree sons born to them Arthur (Bud) Raymond and Norman. They had a step- da ughter Naomi Painter from a previous marriage of Lola.
They lived across the street from Art's parent George and Elizabeth | Ostler, Arthur Harris (I27167)
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Arthur James Talbot was born October 24, 1868, at West Jordan, Salt La k e County, Utah, the son of Thomas Benjamin and Margaret Alice Wiggill T al bot. He was the 4th child of a family of nine children, five boys an d fou r girls. Two girls and one boy died in childhood with the dreadfu l diseas e of Diptheria. People didn't have the modern methods that scien ce has fo und of giving antitoxin to prevent and also kill the disease, t herefore t hey just had to doctor them the best they knew how. The two li ttle girl s died within a few days of each other, and the boy a few week s later.
Arthur's parents came from South Africa where his grandparents had be e n called from England, to help colonize that country in 1820. Arthur' s pa rents were born in South Africa and lived there until about 1861. Ab out t he year 1853 or 1854, the Mormon Elders came to their home and the y wer e converted to the Mormon Church. The Elder was a Mr. Walker. The y were b aptized and later sold their property and came to Utah. They fir st settle d at West Jordan where Arthur was born, then they moved to Kays ville an d lived there and in Layton. Things didn't go too smooth there , so they m oved to Leamington, Utah, which was just a new country in th e making. Th e Talbot's were well fixed and pretty well to do when they l eft South Afr ica, owning a lot of land and cattle. When they sold out th ere they purch ased quite a lot of goods such as cloth and things they co uld use but b y the time they arrived in Leamington, their supply was pre tty well exhau sted and they were in a new country and had a very hard ti me there. The c hildren had to work whenever they could to help support t he family. Arthu r went out to herd sheep. His Father owned a small bunc h and Father use d to take him and his younger brother, Thomas, over acro ss the river on t he foothills and leave them for a week at a time. He le ft them the wago n box with cover to sleep in and would go out once a wee k to take food an d see if they were all right.
Arthur never had much schooling. There weren't many schools and teache r s in those days, and the parents had to pay so much a term, (ten weeks ) a nd they wasn't financially able to send them all, so they took turns , on e would go a week then another would go a week, which didn't get the m ver y far. This was in Leamington. After they came to Oak City, the cha nce fo r school was a little better in a way, but the boys had grown quit e larg e and had to be in a class with much younger and smaller boys. Thi s somew hat embarrassed them, so they quit school and worked wherever the y coul d to earn a little to help out with the living for the family.
Arthur went to work for John Lovell to get out railroad ties from the m o untains, and he paid him 50 cents a day for his work, half wheat and ha l f store pay (that was getting things out of the store for pay). Arthu r af terwards took the job of herding sheep for other sheepmen. He also l ease d them sometimes and for this he done fairly good. But one time th e pric e of wool and sheep went down so low that he went broke and lost r eal hea vy. After this Arthur decided to buy him a farm and start farming , and th is he did. He owned a little piece of land in Leamington which h e sold an d went to Hinckley, Utah, and bought him a forty acre piece o f ground wit h a pretty good house and flowing well on it. But then he ha d nothing t o farm it with, no team, Harness, or wagon or implements to t ill the soil , so he had a very old friend, William Alldredge by name, wh o was very go od to him. He had earlier run a freight team hauling ore fr om out west s o he had some old wagons, harnesses and horses. He fitted A rthur out wit h it and told him he could pay for it when he could and no t to worry abou t it, so this is what he did. As time went on and he go t raising somethin g on his farm, he paid for it and bought other machine ry that was neede d to run the farm with.
Still there was something else needed there, as it was lonesome alone a n d no one to cook his meals for him. He decided he wanted to get someon e t o keep him company and cook for him and keep house, so he became acqu aint ed and fell in love with Miss Clara Elizabeth Theobald whom he marri ed o n May 13, 1896 in the Manti Temple. They built a house later on in H inckl ey, Utah. and at this place he had five children born to him. He st ayed t here for several years working hard to take care of his family, bu t the g rasshoppers got bad and took the crops for two or three years an d the lan d became waterlogged and he became dissatisfied. His Father wa s getting o ld and couldn't run his farm much longer so he wanted Arthu r to come an d take it over and run it. So he moved to Oak City and bough t 50 acres o f Simeon Walker and put it in to hay as soon as he could ge t it prepared.
He held several positions in the church. He was instructor of the Deacon ' s for awhile and also a Ward Teacher.
Things went along fairly well till 1918, when the flu struck the count r y after the World War I. Arthur took the flu but apparently did not se e m to be of a serious nature and got some better and worked on the far m so me, but the next year he began to get weaker and very pale and devel ope d leakage of the heart and his blood turned to water. All the red cor pusc les were destroyed. He went to the L. D.S. Hospital in Salt Lake Cit y an d they gave him blood transfusions from his two oldest sons. This he lpe d for a short time but soon that blood was gone and he was bad again . Dro psy also developed and he finally died May 29, 1922 at Oak City a t the ag e of 54 years.
He was the Father of 13 children, 7 boys and 6 girls. There are now 7 8 G rand and great grandchildren.
A well respected family remains to call him blessed.
Written by his wife, Clara E. Talbot 1952
Arthur James Talbot
He moved from Leamington to Hinckley. He had a hard time to buy a far m b ecause he didn't have any money. He finally was able to get a farm ab ou t a mile east of Hinckley. He didn't have any machinery or team but U ncl e Will's father ran the freight line and had horse and harnesses so f athe r went to him and asked if he could help him out. He said I have a t eam I 'll let you have and harnesses and you can pay me when you get th e money . Therefore he was able to start his farming.
He had single buggy that he courted Mother in.
How did Grandma Theobald feel about someone so old courting Mother? S h e seemed really pleased. She went with them to Manti to be married an d be cause Mother was only sixteen years old, had to give her written con sen t to the marriage.
Father had quite a lot of property in Hinckley. However the ground go t w ater logged. You could dig a hole at night and by morning it would b e fu ll of water. Because of this situation, the crops died. Grandfathe r wante d him to go to Oak City so he sold out in Hinckley and moved to O ak City . It cost too much to drain the land at that time. In later year s the gro und dried out in a drought and they had to fill the drains tha t were use d to drain the land, with water to be able to grow crops.
We moved to Oak City and Father took over grandfather Talbot's farm .
They were the first ones ever to break ground and clear land for farmi n g north of Oak City. However the rabbits were so bad they had to put wi r e around the ground to keep them out. This was one of the best Hay fiel d s we ever had. We would get three crops and sometimes four in a summer.
Father was one of the most honest men that ever lived. When he went t o b orrow money, he would ask what they wanted for security and they woul d sa y, "Your word is good enough". Honesty was important to him and h e trie d to instill that virtue in we children.
We had many good fishing trips with my Father. We would sometimes g o t o the canyon the night before opening of fishing season, and sleep o n th e creek bank and listen to the water roll over the rocks all night a nd co uld hardly wait till it got light. Quite often Father would say "i f we hu rry and get this job done, we will go fishing", and the job was s oon don e and we went up to the canyon fishing.
Father had smoked when he was young, but he said he never wanted his ch i ldren to see him smoke because he didn't like the habit and knew it was n' t good, so he quit.
He was a very industrious person. He always kept busy and kept we child r en that way too. Sometimes when it would rain we thought we would get s om e time off, but we ended up cleaning the stables or something similar.
Father always wanted the best for his children. He wanted to buy lan d s o that his children would have something to start their married life . H e loved his children and wanted them to be successful and happy.
He loved the outdoors and liked to fish and to hunt. Most of his boys l e arned to like these things from being with him.
He knew how to use an awl really well, and used it often cutting post s a nd hauling wood for himself and others.
Father was a witty man and could hold his own with the best of them . H e was with another wise cracker at a dinner table one day, and they w er e trying to get the best of each other and were talking about eating . Th e other man said, "You gobble it down like a dog". Father said, "Yes , bu t I don't belch it up and chew it over like a cow". The man left bec aus e he knew he had lost the contest.
He always raised the best potatoes in town and sold them to others. How e ver if there were people in need of them, he just gave them some.
I am glad I had him for a Father. I was glad when he was called to tea c h the Deacon's Quorum when I was called as secretary.
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Arthur Tippets, a hardware merchant of Driggs, was born at Richmond, Uta h . June 20. 1882, and is a son of J. H. and Ellen (Fullmer) Tippets, wh o w ere also natives of Utah. The father was a blacksmith in early life b ut a fterward engaged in the hardware business at Swan Lake and still lat er a t Preston, Idaho, where he conducted his establishment throughout hi s rem aining days. He passed away July 1, 1919, having for two decades su rvive d the mother, whose death occurred in November 1899.
Arthur Tippets was reared and educated at Preston, Idaho, and when his t e xtbooks were put aside became the active associate of his father in th e h ardware business. He was thus engaged until 1912 when he removed to D rigg s where he opened a hardware store that he has since successfully co nduct ed, carrying a large and carefully selected line of shelf and heav y hardw are. His business methods commend him to the confidence and suppo rt of th e public and he now has a liberal patronage.
In November 1905 Mr. Tippets was married to Miss Sadie Eames and to th e m have been born four children: Elean, Merlin, Thero and Vaughn.
Mr. Tippets belongs to the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints a n d for two years he filled a mission in Florida and Georgia. He was als o o n a shorter mission in Idaho and Montana and throughout his life he h as r emained an earnest supporter of and worker in the church. His politi cal a llegiance is given to the Republican Party and he is a recognized l eade r in its local ranks. He served as chairman of the county central co mmitt ee for several years and he has done much active public work. He wa s th e first chairman of the Teton County Chapter of the Red Cross and wa s act ive in all of the Liberty Loan drives and other campaign drives fo r the s upport of interests that were of vital worth and value to the cou ntry dur ing the period of the World War. He is keenly interested in al l that ha s to do with public progress and improvement and his aid and co operatio n can be counted upon at all times to further any plan or measur e for th e general good. He has spent much of his life in Idaho, where h e has gain ed a wide acquaintance; find the sterling traits of his charac ter have fi rmly established him in the warm regard, confidence and goo d will of hi s fellow townsmen. For two terms he served as a member of th e town counci l of Driggs. | Tippets, Arthur (I387)
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As a result of the Plague of 1625 in England or complications relate d t o pregnancy, labor, and delivery, Grace Watson Smith succumbed to de at h in February of 1625, and was buried 21 February 1625.
Grace Watson was baptized in 1610 in the Boston Boltolph Parish of Linco l nshire, England, to Andrew Watson, and Anne Butcher Watson. (Boston Bot ol ph Parish Register image 23/103, page 41). She married Robert Smith S r o f Kirton in Holland, Lincolnshire, (Kirton in Holland, Lincolnshire P aris h Register, Image 4/166 page 181), a 1 hour 25 minute walk from Bost on, o f the same county. (Google Maps), in 1624.
She was raised in and attended the Boston Botolph parish under the direc t ion of Vicar John Cotton, who over time replaced Anglican teachings an d r ituals with Puritan ideologies. He and other vicars in the area wer e inf luencing parishioners away from the Anglican Church toward Purita n theolo gy and practices (history of massachusetts.org/reverend-john-cot ton/). Fe llow parishioners to the Watsons were the Whittinghams and Bulk leys who w ere parents to John Whittingham, (1616-1649), (New England Mar riages Prio r to 1700).
Grace and Robert’s first son Thomas was born in 1624, in Kirton in Holla n d (Kirton in Holland, Lincolnshire Parish Register, Image Image 3/166 , p age 180) and was buried there, 7 November 1625. (Ibid 6/166, page 185 ). T he next addition to their family was also somewhat tragic, as twin s and R obert Jr and William were born in the in Kirton in Holland Parish , howeve r, William died soon after delivery. He was quickly baptized an d buried t he same day, 30 January 1625. (Ibid, Image 6/166, page 185) .
To compound the young family’s grief, Grace succumbed to death 22 days l a ter in Kirton in Holland, (Ibid), again either contingent upon birthin g c omplications or the 1625 plague, (P. H. Wood “Infection unperceiv’d , in m any a place”: The London plague of 1625, viewed from Plymouth Rock . We’r e History, 2020, April 15). This tragic loss left a grieving husba nd an d an infant son who needed daily care and baptism. Robert Smith J r was ba ptized 30 April 1625/26, Kirton in Holland, (Image 6 of 166, pag e 186).
The relationship of the Watsons and Whittinghams, was the critical fact o r which enabled Grace’s son Robert Smith Jr, and his half-brother Willi a m to leave from Boston Port, Lincolnshire England, and arrive in Bosto n , Massachusetts, Colonial America as John Whittingham's indentured serv an ts, (Zora Smith Jarvis, George A Smith Family, page 1). Immigrant ance sto r Robert Jr was the 3rd great-grandfather to hinge point, Joseph Smit h Jr , the means by which "Christ’s New Testament Church" was restored. ( Th e Restoration of the Fulness of the Gospel of Jesus Christ: A Bicente nni al Proclamation to the World, April 2020).
References
http://womenofhistory.blogspot.com/2007/08/medieval-marriage-childbirth. h tml
Boston Botolph Parish Register image 23/103, page 41
Kirton in Holland, Lincolnshire Parish Register, Image 4/166 page 181
Google Maps
history of massachusetts.org/reverend-john-cotton/
New England Marriages Prior to 1700
Kirton in Holland, Lincolnshire Parish Register, Image 3/166, page 180
Ibid 6/166, page 185
Ibid
Ibid
P. H. Wood “Infection unperceiv’d, in many a place”: The London plagu e o f 1625, viewed from Plymouth Rock. We’re History, 2020, April 15
Kirton in Holland, Lincolnshire Parish Register, Image 6 of 166, page 18 6 ).
Zora Smith Jarvis, George A Smith Family, page 1
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As told to her daughter Margaret Catherine Packer Wood, compiled March 1 9 68)
Florence Peck Packer was born May 1, 1901 in Whitney, Idaho, at her gran d mother Benson's home. Her parents were Leo Peck and Adeline Benson Pec k .
Brothers and sisters later born to this couple were Effie, Leo B, Maurin e , Beth, Garth, and Ollie Lou.
Grandfather Peck had come in his buggy three times before Florence was a c tually ready to come and be his little girl. He got there just in tim e fo r Dr. Cutler to tell him they couldn't save both the Mother and th e baby . Grandfather said to save the Mother of course. Grandmother Benso n spok e up and said, "We'll save them both." She rolled up her sleeves ( she wa s a midwife and knew what she was doing) and they did save both Mo ther an d baby. Addie and Leo took their baby home to Thatcher, Idaho, i n the Gen tile Valley.
When Mother (I'll call her this from now on) was five the family move d t o Fielding, Utah, and built a little white house that is still standi ng . She went to school there through the fifth or sixth grade and then m ad e the next move out to Holbrook, Idaho (Curlew Valley). This is the pl ac e that holds some of the happiest memories of her childhood.
Grandpa Peck hired a Bother Mann to come once a month from Salt Lake Ci t y and teach to those in the valley who were interested. Effie and Moth e r both took from him. Grandfather also organized parents and got two te ac hers from Salt Lake High School to come and teach High School in Holbr ook .
Effie and Mother went to Salt Lake for their first year of High School . E ffie got homesick and went home a little before it was over. They wer e bo th very homesick the whole year. They lived with Aunt Rachel Campbel l on e block from Temple Square. The last two years of high school were i n Log an, Utah, at B.Y.C. The family moved to Logan at this time and boug ht a h ome in the 300 block of East 4th North.
Mother started at the A.C., finished one semester, and had signed up t o g o into nurses training when she got a call to go to the California Mi ssio n.
She met her husband to be when he was playing on the basketball team f o r the A.C. Ezra T. Benson was also playing on that team. Mother said h e r interest in that team was very keen. It got to more than that becaus e s he got her diamond the Christmas before her mission call. The one dra wbac k was that a fiancée didn't come with the ring. Dad never came to se e he r through the entire holidays. He called on New Years and that is th e onl y word she had. She couldn't believe he could love her and not com e to se e her, so she gave the ring back. (Dad was earning money so he co uld ge t back into school and that was his big worry). When she left fo r her mis sion, she had no attachment or tie with "Grant". She didn't wri te or hea r from him during her entire mission.
Her first mission address was 153 W. Adams, Los Angeles, California. Dur i ng the summer she went to San Bernardino, the first lady missionarie s t o stick out the hot summer in that area. At the end of the summer, Mo ther 's health became a problem with fainting spells and blackouts. Befor e i t became necessary to send her home, she spent some time at Ocean Par k i n the L.S district. Finally, it was evident she would have to go home . Th e doctors in Los Angeles were the first to tell her she could neve r hav e a family.
She spent three months at home and was baptized in the temple for her he a lth. She returned and finished her mission. When she returned from he r mi ssion, she was again in bad health. As soon as she could she went t o wor k in a department store and met Margaret Catherine LeRoux, a cathol ic lad y, and started a friendship she never forgot and a conversion tha t neithe r ever made, though they both tried very hard.
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She returned to Logan to report her mission and saw Dad, and realized s h e really loved him. Effie wrote to him when they went home and said Mot he r had changed her mind, she thought, and if he still felt the same h e sho uld come and see her. He wrote back saying that Mother had promise d if sh e ever changed her mind she'd let him know. Then Grandmother Pec k made Ef fie show Mother the letter and Mother wrote Dad-- which was al l Dad neede d.
They were married December 20, 1923. They went back to Logan and Dad g o t his B.S. Degree from the A.C.
The young couple's first summer was spent in Wyoming selling knit good s . Then Dad accepted a principal's job in Eden, Utah. Their first baby , Gr ant Jr., was born the day school let out, May 21, 1925.
The following summer Mother spent with Lenore Petersen and her baby i n a n apartment in Logan while their husbands went on the road selling kn it g oods. The letters were almost worth the loneliness, Mother said.
Dad came back and taught one more year at Eden. Mother went early in t h e spring up to St. Anthony with Grandpa Packer. "That's when life real l y started", Mother remembered. The home had been used as a rest room f o r the cattle. The floor had holes in it and was anything but a honeymo o n cottage. She put clean sheets on the bed and cried all night wonderi n g what she was going to do.
They worked very hard during the summer. Mother cooked for men and chang e d the "rest room" into a home. They bought 25 registered Holsteins fro m C ache Valley to make their start. Some start, quoth Mother. The potat o cro p was a failure.
Leo was born (breech) November 13, 1927, in the little house down by t h e river. Dr. Kelly, a special nurse, Grandma Peck, Grandpa Packer and U nc le Vaughn helped welcome him. Grandpa Packer and Uncle Vaughn were the r e to sell the cows to make payments on the farm to try to save it. "W e hu ng on like grim death, after that", Mother said.
Leo was five weeks old when the flood came. It was December 15, 1927. Mo t her waded out in freezing water above her knees. Big blocks of ice wer e e verywhere. Mrs. Burt lost a baby that was not found until spring. Mrs . El lingson took them and sheltered them and warmed them until Sol Hillm an an d Dad came and took them to town, (Dad had been teaching school). T hey st ayed in town in an apartment until spring, then moved back in th e home Mr s. Burt had occupied. There was still water in the house, the r oof was sa gging, and it was damp and cold. That summer they rented the f arm and wen t out on the road again to earn enough to go back to the farm .
The Packers started out with $6.00, a tepee, a model T Ford, and two bab i es to make their fortune, or at least help.
This summer held many different, lonely, dangerous, and funny experience s . They would stop and camp in a clearing, often not knowing geographica ll y where they were. Daddy would go out to sell and Mother would stay wi t h Grant and Leo at the camp. One time Mother smelled cigarette smoke a n d knew there was a man or men watching her. She was alone-- alone-- i n th e woods with her boys. She sang to keep from being afraid. Dad final ly ca me home and she was unharmed. She says it was from a dear lady tha t summe r that she learned to make meringue, (for which she is now famous , at lea st with her family).
That fall Daddy put Mother in an apartment in Ogden and went up to mov e t he house on the hill for her away from the danger of the river, but n ot f ar away from the beauty of it. The next summer Mother stayed at th e far m but Daddy went on the road again.
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In the summer of 1930 Margaret Catherine (named after Mother's dear frie n d Margaret Catherine LeRoux) was born into a plastered, stuckoed littl e h ouse that was moved up from the river's edge.
Ossian Leonidas was born in a blizzard in Blackfoot that was so severe t h ey had to go meet the doctor in a sleigh and the school children had t o s tay at the school because they couldn't get them home. Daddy was teac hin g in Thomas. Mother rode on top of the furniture on the trailer whil e mov ing to Blackfoot. She thinks it must have been quite a sight becaus e sh e was expecting Ossian and very big.
Mother was singing a lot and had been on the Stake Relief Society boar d a nd Counselor of M.I.A. She was a favorite funeral soloist. In Thomas , Ida ho, she taught Glee Club in the school. Garth came up and played hi s trum pet on one of their special programs.
Don Peck was Mother's first hospital baby, born in St. Anthony hospita l ( when it was by the river) on July 22, 1935.
When Leo was about three, he fell out of Mr. Bassett's car on the way ho m e from June Conference between Rigby and Rexburg. The doctor scraped h i s skull to get the rocks and bone out. They watched him and took him t o t he doctor often to abstract the pieces that worked out. The doctor sa id i f the pieces ever worked in instead of out - it would be very seriou s.
After the barn burned down they lost the farm and moved to Idaho Fall s i n the summer of 1937. They rented a home on 6th street and Mother wen t t o the hospital in the fall. The doctor wanted to make it so she could n' t have any more children because of her poor health and he supposed th i s to be a good time while he was doing the other repair work. Mother sa i d "no" and later had a dream where her sister Maurine (who had died tw o y ears ago in childbirth) had a baby and when Mother asked if it was he r ba by she said that the baby was Mother's. Mother's next baby was a lit tle g irl who was named Maurine, and she looked just like the baby Mothe r had s een in her dream.
The next year they bought a house at 508 E. 13th Street. A big old hom e . This is still the family home.
Mother worked in Relief Society in many stake and ward positions. Musi c w as an important part of her life. she directed several outstanding mu sica l programs, and directed choruses and singing mother groups for year s. Sh e soon became a popular soloist and sang for many, many funerals i n the a rea.
Maurine was born May 7, 1940. The first of Mother’s second family. The s e cond came two years later, David Peck, born June 23, 1942, and numbe r 8 a nd the caboose, Carla Rae, was born July 19, 1946. She was prematur e an d had a hard time at first. Mother did too, but they both gained str engt h in time. Carla Rae was named after Carl Marcussen and Ray Petersen , bot h presidents of the Pacific National Life Insurance Company. Durin g thi s period Daddy was becoming very successful in the insurance busine ss. Th e highlights of each year was when Daddy earned an expense paid tr ip to c onventions. Mother loved them. She loved being with Daddy. She lo ved th e luxurious places they went, she loved the people, the shows, th e meals . The family at home were always eager to hear her report of thei r experi ences when they came home.
In 1956 they moved back up to St. Anthony with the last three children . T he older ones being away on missions, service or married. Dad had wo n a f ree trip for himself and Mother to Hawaii with the Pacific National , bu t was unable to go because -------ooooh----- it’s too painful to rem ember . Sufficeth to say, they didn’t’ go on the trip. (They had a man qu it une xpectedly up on the farm so they moved to St. Anthony to take ove r milk d uties and chores).
The farm still spelled hard work. They had to remodel the farm house a n d start clearing sage brush and rocks off the land. Mother thought th e fa rm was beautiful in spite of the hard work and one night when the fa mil y was swimming Mother said, “The farm is so beautiful and so much fu n . I wish we could share it with our Dairyland customers.” The “Fun Far m ” was reborn. (It was called the black and white Fun Farm when they ha d t he barn dance earlier) and used as an advertisement and a way of show in g appreciation to customers of the dairy, which they named Dairyland D air y.
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Every year Dairyland Fun Farm grew and they added to it to make it bett e r and a “funner farm.” Their lives revolved around it and it became a f av orite place for customers, friends, and grandchildren. Later they chan ge d over from free fun to trying to make it pay as it gave fun. In 196 8 th e (Leo mostly) built a lodge adjoining the house, for people to sta y over night.
Mother had four sons and one daughter go on missions for the church. S h e was happy and proud of all of them.
Mother’s home was always open to anyone who needed shelter, love, fun, f o od, friendship, or whatever. They were welcomed for a day, a month, o r ye ars, depending on the need.
___Florence Peck Packer
___1981 additions from tapes compiled by Margaret and Beverly
The very first time we went out to Holbrook I was about ten years old . W e went out for the summer and came back for school in the winter an d the m out again the next summer. That first summer we built a little sq uare h ouse out there but we stopped at the Colin Sweeten home. Grandfath er Swee ten, Colin’s father as Colin wasn’t married then. We stopped at h is plac e when we first drove into the valley and I was so darn sick I co uld hard ly sit on the horse. I had ridden from Fielding out there, drivi ng a fe w cows ahead of us and my little brother Leo had ridden a littl e horse w e called Puss and I was riding the big black horse that I calle d Smut . I loved riding but I just got so tired and I had such a headach e tha t I just couldn’t sit on that horse any longer, so when we got to S weeten s’ Uncle Colin came out and took my off the horse and said to my D ad, Gra ndpa Peck, “We’ll just keep you all right here tonight”. My Dad s aid, “No , we’ve got to get on out to the place, we’ve got everything s o we can ca mp, we’ve got supper and everything and we’ve got to go to th e place.” I t was about four miles farther on, so Grandpa Peck took me i n the camp sh ack, kind of a sheep wagon is what it was, with him and w e rode on over t o the place. But, oh, I was so sick. But Uncle Colin Swe eten was so goo d to us. The first thing next morning they came over an d welcomed us to i nto the valley. | Peck, Florence (I340)
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Asa served as a church deacon at the Free Will Baptist Church at Chepach e t for many years and acquired a large amount of farm land in Glocester.
SOURCE: "John Smith, the Miller, of Providence Rhode Island: Some of H i s Descendants," by Charles William Farnham, in _Genealogies of Rhode Is la nd Families from Rhode Island Periodicals_ (Baltimore: Genealogical Pu b . Co., 1983), 2:96.
SOURCE: James N. Arnold, Vital Record of Rhode Island, 1636-1850. Vol . 3 , Gloucester, part 1 (Providence, R.I.: Narragansett Historical Pub . Co. , 1892), p. 63.
SOURCE: Email from N. Combs to the Whipple Website, 15 Nov 2001.
SOURCE: Father-in-law's will, dated 5 Apr 1784, proved 23 Dec 1793. Abst r acted by Nellie M.C. Beaman in "Abstracts of Gloucester, Rhode Island W il ls," Rhode Island Genealogical Register, vol. 6, no. 1 (Jul 1983), p . 41. | Steere, Asa (I30133)
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Asael was the paternal grandfather of the Prophet, Joseph Smith. He w a s a man of strongest religious convictions, and yet a man whose broad h um anitarian views were repugnant to many of the sectarians of the day. U po n one occasion, before the Prophet's birth, Asael Smith had a premonit io n that one of his descendants should be a great teacher and leader o f men . To quote his words, as they are remembered and recorded by one wh o kne w and heard him speak: "It has been borne in upon my soul that on e of m y descendants will promulgate a work to revolutionize the world o f religi ous faith."
source: "The Life of Joseph Smith the Prophet" by George Q. Cannon, pa g e 16.
"Asael fought for our liberty in the Revolutionary War. In the summe r o f 1776, he joined a regiment to defend New York's northern frontier . In h is prime of life, Asael Smith gave this counsel to his family, "Bl ess Go d that you live in a land of liberty....See God's providence in th e appoi ntment of the Federal Constitution and hold both Union and Orde r as a pre cious jewel."
Asael left a great legacy to his family and the (LDS) Church. He consist e ntly set an example of honesty and integrity in the face of adversity . Hi s writings reveal a deep faith in Jesus Christ and His resurrection . An u nwavering concern for his fellowmen is evidenced in his strong ant i-slave ry beliefs. In the last message to his family, he exhorted them t o "Searc h the scriptures." These are qualities that would serve us wel l to emulat e." | Smith, Asael (I50892)
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Asahel Davis Woodruff was born on October 21, 1904 in a home on the sou t h bank of City Creek in Salt Lake City to Elias Smith and Nellie M. Dav i s Woodruff. He had an older sister, Nellie and younger sisters, Margar e t and Mildred. His little brother, Elias, died as a baby.
He was educated in the Fremont and Forest Elementary Schools, and Grani t e High School. He served a mission for the LDS Church to the Souther n S tates in 1924. He attended the University of Utah. Asahel married Ev a Mi ldred Stock in the Salt Lake Temple on April 14, 1930. They had tw o daugh ters Gaile and Carolyn.
Education was very important to him and he continued on to Denver Univer s ity, Brigham Young, and received his Ph.D. in Educational Psychology i n 1 941 at the University of Chicago. He taught and directed seminaries a nd i nstitutes in Escalante, Fillmore, Price, and Ogden. He served profes sorsh ips at Cornell, Brigham Young, George Washington Universities and t he Uni versity of Utah. Subsequently, he became Dean of the Graduate Scho ol an d Dean of the Colleges of Education at Brigham Young and at the Uni versit y of Utah. He was visiting professor at the Universities of Illino is, Cal ifornia at Berkeley, Utah State and State University College at G eneseo , New York. Internationally, he assisted in the establishment o f a depart ment and faculty of education at Haile Sellassie I Universit y in Addis Ab aba, Ethiopia.
After his wife Eva died in 1969, Asahel married Dorothy N. Candland on M a rch 13, 1972 also in the Salt Lake Temple. He filled five missions, t w o of them with Dorothy for the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Sai nt s, both as a full-time missionary and on special assignments taking le ade rship in missionary programs, coordinating visitor centers, and estab lish ing name extraction programs. He served in both stake and mission pr eside ncies. For fifty-eight years, he served as a scouter and scout lead er.
He authored two important Sunday School manuals, contributed to other ch u rch publications, and professionally, authored two college textbooks al on g with numerous professional articles. He has been a member of some el eve n professional organizations and has received a variety of educationa l aw ards.
To his family, Asahel was always the wise and compassionate patriarch, e v er concerned about and willing to help solve even the smallest problem . M any came to him for personal, spiritual, and professional guidance. H is t eachings always reflected himself, a man of clear thought, a man o f patie nce and love. Never offending, always supporting and giving. Asah el love d people, their hearts and their ideas. While many will remembe r his inte llectual contributions, many more will remember his Christ-lik e concern f or others and his clear way of teaching gospel principles.
Asahel died of cancer at age 89 on Thursday, January 20, 1994, at the L D S Hospital. At the time of his death he had 28 grandchildren and eigh t g reat-grandchildren. | Woodruff, Asahel Davis (I80591)
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August Edgar Glessner was the third son of Louis and Jennie Church Gless n er born on March 4, 1899 at Humboldt Creek farm house .
He attended Weston School near his home and worked on the family fa r m during his childhood.
During the younger years August helped build the Post Office buildi n g on 6th and Jefferson, in Junction City, Kansas and he also worked oth e r temp jobs. August met Minnie Fem Easter while attending the Westo n S chool and the United Brethren Church. They married March 13, 1919 i n Empo ria, Kansas.
August and Fern far;med and lived most of their life in Geary County , K ansas. During the early years they farmed the Jenson, Shoner, and Chr iswe ll places around Thomas Creek and White City. Later settled in the U ppe r Humboldt area near Welcome School where they purchased the Jack Lit ke f arm and made their home there for nearly 45 years .
They later lived in Alta Vista the past few years of their life .
Fern passed away on September 9, 1983. August passed away December 26, 1 9 84. They are both buried in Welcome Cemetery in Eastern Geary County, K an sas.
Information given by Iris Glessner Rogers
Written by Shane Book Historians
Shirley Shane Glessner and Warren Shane
April 6, 2001 | Glessner, August Edgar (I142315)
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Augustus Hansen
(Taken from his diary and compiled by Lydia Hansen)
I Augustus Hansen, son of Hans Hansen Sr. and Mary Adsersen was born 2 3 A ugust 1884 at Adair, Arizona. The midwife that took care of my mothe r a t that time was Sr. Eliza Merrell, wife of Alonzo J. Merrell. I was b or n in the house that father built in Fools Hallow, about 2 miles up th e ha llow from the Showlow creek. I was christened by my father.
The first Sunday School teacher that I can remember was grandfather Hen r y Mills. I remember him teaching me the A,B,C’s and pulling my ear i f I d id not remember the letter O, so that I would have to say O.
My first school experiences there were great as they are for any small c h ild. My first school teacher was a man named Kentner who taught the met ho d of phonics of sound in spelling. I was considered the best speller i n s chool at that time. We used to have spelling classes when all the pup il s in school would stand up and the best speller would go to the head o f t he class as a pupil misspelled a word.
One day at school a cavalry of soldiers from Ft. Apache came by and th e t eacher allowed us to go out and watch them. One of the boys found a c ut o f Old Climax tobacco which the soldiers had lost. At recess the boy s al l sampled it to see what it tasted like. As soon as the recess too k up w e had reading class and all stood up to read. I well remember how , whe n I stood up the house began going around, a result of the tobacco . I wa s so sick that the teacher thought I was going to die and so di d I – I le ft my breakfast on the floor.
At about seven years old I wanted to learn to ride a house on a lope . I h ad several playmates who could do it and to me it would be a grea t accomp lishment. I also wanted to get big enough to reach on top the ma ntel piec e. I wanted to learn to guide a team with the lines and mil k a cow.
The only store that was in Adair was run by Jesse Brady. He kept it a n d a forage station for the mail horse. I loved to go to the store eve n i f I couldn’t buy anything; everything smelled so good. They had big w oode n buckets of stick candy that smelled so good, especially the horeho und . I liked the smell of the new boots and the calico had a good smel l too.
School changed places and they had it at the Hunning ranch. We childre n w alked to school and I liked the walk because we would see the fine ho rse s in the Hunning pasture. I remember the names of two of the big stal lion s. Lex and Tassio. Some of the children that went to school there we re th e adopted children of the Hunnings. Will and Frank Adams and thei r siste r Louise. Hunnings also had a store that I liked to go to. The tr ees arou nd their place were always filled with birds that sang, especial ly I like d to hear the blackbirds sing.
My travels were few. I went to Snowflake with my folks and to Ft. Apach e . My father was a mason and builder and he built most of the old rock h ou ses in Ft. Apache. I loved to go there and see the negro soldiers pla y fo otball, and see the stables that were filled with fine cavalry horse s.
About the year 91 we moved from Fools Hallow to the Warren ranch wes t o f Pinetop, what is now the John Adair homestead. I had to herd cows a nd h unt horses while we lived there. One day my sister Cena and I went t o fin d the team as they were badly needed and we had a hard time findin g them . We decided that we would pray about it and so we knelt down an d ask th e Lord to help us. After we finished praying we got up and wen t straigh t for home, not knowing why. When we arrived home we found tha t the horse s had come home and we were grateful for the answer to our pr ayer. I am g rateful for the example that my parents set before me to pra y. My fathe r was a firm believer in prayer and I can never remember hi m not prayin g morning and evening no matter where he was or who was ther e. I loved t o hear him talk to the Lord. He was just as faithful at aski ng the blessi ngs of the Lord on the food.
While we were living at the Warren ranch there was a conference held f o r the hour stakes in Arizona. (I suppose that they were Snowflake, St . Jo hns, Maricopa, and the stake in the Gila Valley.) There was no hous e larg e enough to accommodate the crowd so a bowery was built at Pinetop . Osme r D. Flake was in charge of the clearing of the land and buildin g the bow ery. The lumber was sawed for the bowery on the John Hall mil l which wa s originally the mill that sawed the lumber for the St. Georg e temple. W e children worked for Flake and he gave us paper cap pistol s and tin plat es with the alphabet around the edge. (I copied this fro m Lorenzo H. Hatc h journal who was one of the stake presidencies at tha t time.) The confer ence was held July 10203. Pres. Geo. Q. Cannon, Jos . F. Smith, Ger. Reyno ls and a reporter were from Salt Lake. A large ass embly of people were pr esent. We had a splendid time on Sunday. Monday t he 4th of July we celebr ated. Tuesday held conference again and the Pres idency shook hands with e very man woman and child. In the afternoon we w ere instructed on politica l matters. At this celebration one of Hunning’ s fine horses was stolen an d taken into Old Mexico.
Horse stealing at that time was very prevalent as well as cow rustling a l l over the country. Father lost most of his cattle one winter. This wa s a bout the time the famous Pleasant Valley war among the cattlemen wa s goin g on.
My brother Andrew and I had to herd cows and we had a little yellow ma r e that we used to herd them on. It was my delight to lead her around wh er e the good patches of grass were so she could eat. She liked a littl e yel low flower and I always liked the smell of her breath after she ha d eate n it. I still like the smell of a horses breath and the smell of t he litt le yellow flower.
At this age I had great fear of the things that I would hear the older p e ople talk about. I thought that most Indians were killers because of t h e stories told of the Apache Kid. The talk of wars and the diseases li k e diphtheria and St. Vitus and others were terrible things in my fears . O ne cold winter day father and mother were gone and my sister and I we re a t home alone and an Indian and his wife came to the house to get war m. W e piled chairs and tables against the door so they could not get in . The y were friendly but how were we to know.
About the spring of 1892 we moved from the Warren ranch to Woodland, wh a t was then known as Fairview or Hogtown. Father bought a squatters rig h t from Mary Stock and paid him 20 head of cattle for it. It had onl y a sh ack on it so father started to build a house of logs.
I was eight years old and when the house was up to the square, father g o t down off it and took me and Mable Stock Seymore to the creek and bapt iz ed us. I will never forget the place or the feeling that I had whe n I wa s baptized and confirmed. My father was bishop at the time. The pe ople wh o lived in Woodland at the time we moved there were all young – E lex McCl eve, Joe Stock, Ab Crandell and John Marvin. Hans also lived the re .
The name Woodland was suggested by Pres. Jesse N. Smith who was then pre s ident of the Snowflake stake. As they walked with father and other me n th ey ask what shall we call the place and he suggested the name Woodla nd.
My associates were more numerous and varied, some good and some not so g o od. The bad ones seemed to be more interesting to me than the good one s . I wonder now how I got by as well as I did with the pals I had. I kn o w that it was the faith and prayers and good example of my good parent s a nd the teachings that I received in Sunday School. My school teacher s wer e a help to me also.
The years from 7 to 12 were my school years with a variety of teachers , s ome who knew the workings of a boy’s mind and some who taught just fo r th e money. It wasn’t my intention to learn anything in particular. I l ike d English, spelling, geography, history and physiology but had no us e fo r arithmetic or music. I liked reading and some of my favorite stori es i n the readers were “The Stagg:, “When Guy and Freddie went to the Gr ist a nd Sawmill”, and Faithful Fido.” (Appelton’s readers) I liked histo ry bec ause it told how men became big men. I liked geography best when t he teac her took us to the creek and showed us what islands, capes and gu lfs were . One teacher especially knew how to get kids to school and on t ime. Eac h morning and noon she would read a chapter from the books Blac k Beauty o r Pegasis the Winged Horse. One has to get the interest of th e pupils bef ore they can teach. In those days one teacher would teach al l the grades.
My dad was a hard working man and a good provider for those days. My mot h er was a good cook and a natural dressmaker, her father in Denmark w a s a tailor. I have known her to buy material in the morning and be wear in g the dress in the evening. We always seemed to have enough beef and n eve r went without bread, but sugar and grease were scarce.
I never remember searing a pair of overshoes in my boyhood days. We wou l d take rawhide and soak it until it was soft then wrap it around our fe e t to keep the wet and snow out. There were no graded roads. The roads w er e made in between the trees by removing the big rocks, not very good a t a ll. There were few wire fences. The land that was fenced was made mos tl y by falling trees around the piece of land.
The time came when Arizona did not seem large enough for my dad so he de c ided to go South of the Border down Mexico way. My sister Cathrine ha d li ved there for years so he decided to go along with Mily Webb who wa s taki ng his family. Father could not ride in a wagon on account of an i njury h e had when he was a boy. He was kicked by a mule and it impared t he arter ies in his heart. He bought a little yellow mule that was easy t o ride an d went everywhere on it. Mother had been ill and bedfast for al most a yea r and was unable to make the move. Father left in September 19 00.
In March the next spring we received a letter from father asking us to s e ll everything and come to Colonia Juarez where he was. We sold and gav e a way everything, selling at a sacrifice, sold our milk cows for $20.00 . Mo ther was not able to be up and my sister May was 11 years old but w e star ted to Mexico. We went by team and wagon to Holbrook and from ther e to E l Paso on the train.
While in El Paso we stayed at a hotel where Bro. Murdock and wife were s t aying. They were making a tour of the world sightseeing. We stayed the r e an extra day so mother could rest. Bro. Murdock took us across the li n e into the city Juarez. We visited the 300 year old cathedral. Here i n th e city I witnessed a bull fight – when you see one you will never wa nt t o see another. It’s too wicked.
As I remember, it took us all day on the slow train in Mexico to go abo u t 200 miles. We stayed in the town of Dublan that night at Bro. Minerel y’ s place – he used to live in Snowflake. The next day we went on into C olo nia Juarez with team and wagon and arrived there just at night fall . Th e town made a beautiful arrival. The town was well kept, green lawns , sha de trees and fat cattle. It was quite a change going from a winter y clima te to a place like this. It was a great thing to a boy of 17. I t hink tha t the combined forces that were at work on me at that time was t he best e ducation that I could have had. I was in poor health most of th e time w e were there but the social and church conditions were good fo r me.
Five months after we arrived, father died. He had been working on a buil d ing that he had contracted to build, came home in the evening and abou t 2 :00 a.m. the next morning he took sick with the same old pain in hi s ches t that he had suffered with so many years. About 8:00 a.m. he call ed me t o his room and told me that he could live no longer. He gave me h is gol d watch and chain and showed me how to wind it and said, “Now I a m goin g in by mother’s bed to sit, you play my favorite tune on the guit ar. No w do not shed a tear for mother’s sake.” I did as he ask me and ha d playe d the tune through once and started it again when he started to f all fro m the chair. I dropped my guitar and caught him from falling on t he floor . He passed away right there. The Mexican government require d a lot of fo rmalities at the death of a newcomer and I had to ride t o a distant tow n to make the arrangements with the Mexican officials . I had to buy groun d enough to bury the family. This took an unusual am ount of time and mone y. We were in poor financial condition but the peop le of Juarez will neve r be forgotten for the help they gave us. The fune ral services were grand . Father was still bishop of the Showlow ward whe n he died. He died Augus t 4, 1901.
We were not satisfied there and wanted to return home. Mother was getti n g better. She had been suffering with jaundice and Dr. Roberts had giv e n her medicine that helped. We sold what few things we had accumulate d an d borrowed $75.00 from my brother Neils and took the train for home . We l eft there in December. We stayed in Snowflake that winter.
As soon as we arrived in Snowflake I went to work for Neils. He was buil d ing a store for Ezra Richards in Joe City, also a church house. I work e d 75 days to pay for the $75.00 we borrowed. The next summer we move d t o our ranch in Woodland where we were living before we left. I trie d to r aise a garden in Dad;s old garden spot at the beginning of the spr ing . I worked in Snowflake for Niels burning clay for cement and helpin g Nei ls plaster. I would come home on horseback weekends and work at hom e.
While living with Neils I read some books that he thought I should re a d – “The Royal Path of Life”, “Little Foxes Spoil the Vines:, “Great Tr ut hs”, and “Preaching and Public Speaking”. I was at an age when I neede d t he help and advice of a father and Neils took me in hand and helped m e co rrect some of the wrong habits. He was a hard task master but it wa s prob ably just what I needed. I owe much to him for the good books he p laced b efore me and the help he gave me. I was thinking of the girls mor e than a nything else at that time – and in particular how I dressed an d how my ha ir was combed. I feel that should I have kept at this all thr ough my lif e I would probably have been better off. What a shame it is n ot to teac h children how to care for their health and a greater shame i t is when ch ildren will not listen to the teaching of their parents an d older people.
The years of 1903 and 1904 were very dry years, most of the springs dri e d up, even the Pinetop spring. We had to haul water for culinary use . I w as helping my brother-in-law Eph Penrod make shingles with a hors e powe r shingle mill. We had to take our horses 3 or 4 miles to grass an d the n get them in the morning and grain them a little. Cattle were poo r and w ork was scarce. About all the work there was in the country was w ith catt le and sheep men.
Work was h ard to get and I kept thinking of going to the mines in Glo b e to work but hated to go away from home and leave mother in her condit io n. Andrew and I did some freighting from Holbrook to Ft. Apache but i t wa s not satisfactory and it took us too long to make the trips with po or ho rses and wagons.
In 1905 I went to work again for Neils who had moved to Showlow at the t i me of the Hunning purchase of Showlow. I worked there that fall and win te r. Hans went on a mission in 1902 and returned in March 1905. I was a t Ne ils’ and had been working on the ditch above the Lon Merrill place w ith p ick and shovel all day and was ill besides. He arrived at Neils’ ab out 10 :00 p.m. after I had gone to bed as I was too ill to eat supper. H ans wok e me and wanted me to walk home with him that night as he had n o other wa y of going. I told him that I did not feel like it but he kep t insistin g so I told him I would try. We walked as far as Lon Merrill’ s and stoppe d there to rest and get warm. It was a cold night and mud an d snow ankl e deep. I laid down in front of the fireplace and wished tha t I did not h ave to go any farther for I was already tired but Hans insi sted that we g o on. I did fairly well until we got about two miles on ou r way. I was ti red and told Hans that I could never make it another eigh t miles and tha t he could go on but I was going back. He insisted tha t I go on and tha t he would help me. I wanted to sit down and rest awhil e but he would no t let me – he knew that if I ever sat down he would b e unable to get me u p to go on. We trudged on for another three miles an d I told him to go o n as I was going to rest until morning. He knew tha t I would freeze to de ath if I stayed there so he let me rest a few minu tes then on we went. Th inking that I would drop in my tracks every minut e, I kept pleading wit h him to go on without me but he continued to hel p me the best he could i n the slippery mud although every step was tortu re to me. The nearer we g ot to home the thought spurred me on and we fin ally arrived there at 2:0 0 p.m. I crawled into bed and did not get up ag ain for several days .
I finally decided that I would go to Globe and work. I bade my mother a n d sister goodbye and left with a four horse team and wagon. After I go t t here I worked for wages for a few days then went to hauling ore fro m th e Gibson mine to the Old Dominion with a six horse team, passing thr oug h Miami which was then hardly more than a few scattered saloons, mile s ap art.
When I quit hauling ore I rented 16 burros and 4 horses and went into t h e Pinal mountains to haul wood out to Globe. I had a partner, Ed Hastin gs , and we took with us my brother Jim, Geo. Woolford, Lee Penrod and a n el derly man Charlie Benson. This was a dare devil job as the mountain s wer e very steep and the timber thick. We could only take the wagons u p par t way and then had to bring the wood down the mountains with the an imal s to the wagons. We did a good job of getting the wood for it was pl entif ul and the railroad had been washed out and coal was scarce. Wood b rough t a good price. When spring came and I went into town to figure u p the ea rnings I found that my partner who had stayed in town to take ca re of th e delivering and collecting was a crook. Our books had been dest royed, th e money gambled away, and even my trunk had been ransacked an d all my kee psakes and things I treasured had been taken out. I found ou t too late th at it does not pay to put trust in a partner without a writ ten contract.
I was blue for I had expected to get a wedding stake out of it as I wa s t o meet the girl that I had been corresponding with in Mexico at Mes a an d we had planned to get married. I sold all that I had except my blu e mar e and set out to meet her. When we met and I told her about my har d luc k she was no longer interested in me so we parted. I have always fe lt tha t the hand of God was in the whole thing from the time I left hom e unti l I returned.
After our parting I began to wonder where to look next for a girl I wou l d want for a wife. I thought back over all the girls I had known and no n e could I recall held my attention save one and I had never been friend l y or had many associations with her, yet her family background was wh a t I wanted. The question in my mind was would she even care for me?
I found a job with Will Amos 40 miles out on the desert where he was lam b ing his sheep. His brother Len Amos, who had come from Globe with me w a s working in the same camp. The first thing that I was asked to do wh e n I got in camp was to cook supper for the lambing crew. I had never co ok ed for a crew and knew very little about it but I said nothing and di d a s I was asked. I remembered some of the things that I had seen my mot he r do in cooking and everyone seemed to survive my try at it. In the de ser t, sheep, burros and Mexicans were my constant companions. Once eac h da y I would make a trip to the foot of the Superstition mountains fo r water . I would leave all the burros in camp except one to carry the wa ter. Th e reason for this was that the camp was far into the desert an d I could n ever find it but my good old faithful burro with his mates i n camp woul d always know the way. This was in February and March and th e desert wa s a beautiful place to be. The rains that came made the deser t a great pl ace to be and I enjoyed it except I was getting homesick.
When the lambing was over in the desert, Len and I were hired by Claren c e Morrow to cross the mountains on burros by way of Tonto Basin to hel p h im lamb his sheep on his ranch 15 miles west of Pinedale. This was i n Mar ch and the thaw was on and it seemed that all the water was flowin g int o Salt River. It had to be crossed high as it was. We pulled our ca mp out fit and saddles across on a cable but the horses and burros had t o cross . We went up the river several miles and hired a Mexican to tak e lead o f the burros as they crossed. I was riding my pet mare old Blu e (she wa s a blue roan mare). I will never forget what a hard time we ha d gettin g the burros to face that terrible current of water and it wa s a foolis h thing to do but we had been hired to do it and with the thou ght tha t I was headed for home there was no turning back. From where w e crosse d you could not see the other side of the river as it was broke n up int o two or three swift streams and was very wide. I think that i t must hav e been at least a mile below where we started when we came out . I went un der several times in the crossing but good old faithful Blu e took me safe ly across. The government men who measured the water and l ived on the nor th side of the river told us that we had been very foolis h to even try t o cross it as there had been many men and horses drown tr ying to cross i t when it was not that high. Safe on the other side, we p ut off into an u nknown country to us. We had plenty of food and a littl e grain for my mar e but feed was very scarce on the mountain. We kept ou r trail very well u ntil after we left Tonto, then we missed the trail an d were lost. The da y we got lost I let Len ride my mare and I rode the b urro. When the mar e would not do as he wanted her to do, he would beat h er over the head an d I could not stand her treated that way and told hi m so. He was hot temp ered and sulked for days. We finally came to a shal e slide where we coul d not see the bottom, but we pushed our animals of f and down we went. I t did not prove to be as dangerous as it looked bu t at the bottom was a b ox canyon which was very narrow and we sometime s had to take our packs of f to get through. This trail led us to a valle y called Queen Back which w as many miles off our course. We traveled al l day and camped in some of t he roughest country I have ever been in. So on after we had bedded dow n a band of wild horses came by and my mare we nt off with them. The nex t morning while Len was getting breakfast I wen t to look for the horse bu t could not find her. When I got back to cam p the burros were all packe d and ready to go, and go they did and left m e sitting in my saddle. I di dn’t know what to do but knew that Len woul d go right on. I prayed to th e Lord for help and in a few minutes I hear d the horse bell and she cam e back into camp as fast as she had gone . I gave her a little grain and s addled up and soon overtook the pack tr ain.
I worked for Morrow until June. I’d never been so homesick before or sin c e and when I was finished I started home. I did not follow the road, b u t cut through and came into the main road on the Scott Flat. There I s a w my brother Andrew and uncle Dick Hansen leading some bronco horses th a t they had gotten out of the roundup at the Hunning coral. I talked t o th em several minutes before Andrew recognized me for I had a heavy gro wth o f whiskers. As soon as I arrived home Mother saw to it that my whis kers d isappeared.
My life at this time seemed to be a medley of drama and serious thought s , 22 years old, no job, no money, and no gal – just a prospect in mind . A bout the first thing that I did was to buy a cow from Rone Adair fo r $35. 00 with part of the $70.00 I had saved from the sheep. With a bi g world a ll rosy to me, a light heart and heavy burden, I put out to see , having p lenty of confidence as I headed my ship for the long and happ y journey o f matrimony. I decided to try for the girl that I had been th inking of an d hoping to go with, and finally did make the grade. We ha d two years o f courtship, which did not always run smooth, at least ther e were sometim es when I thought the ship was going to capsize, but somet hing always hap pened to calm the troubled waters.
After I came home I worked around Lakeside and vicinity. I helped pu t u p the telephone poles for the 1st telephone line from Holbrook. It wa s do ne by a group of people who got together to put one in. It was not m uch o f a system, as there was not adequate money to run it properly, bu t it wa s still a great help to the communities in this part of the count ry. Alth ough the communities were small a good number of folks had telep hones. Ne ils was one of the promoters as he was always very community mi nded an d a number of men had purchased the Will Amos ranch and were maki ng a com munity of the place. Some of the men who came here first were J . L. Fish , Pratt Larson, Lewis E. Johnson, and John Heber Hansen. The ra nch was pu rchased in the year 1906 by these men, later Charles L. Rhoto n and other s came in. Neils was the big man in it and he lived in the ho use that Amo s had lived in. The house and ranch was farther north of th e Woodland com munity. It was located near the edge of the lake which ha d been build a y ear or two before the purchase of the ranch. The lake wa s build by the Sh owlow irrigation Co. on the Showlow Creek for the purpo ses of retaining t he water of the Showlow Creek to make more land in Lak eside, Showlow, an d Scott flat usable for farming purposes – most of th e land along the cre ek had been used for dry farming.
I also worked at sawmilling, both logging and working on the mill. Cas h w as scarce and the pay that I would get would be credit at the only tw o st ores in the country—McCoys at Pinetop which was run by an elderly ma n b y the name of McCoy, and one at Showlow which was a branch of the ol d A.C .M.I. in Holbrook and Snowflake. I worked at anything that I coul d get t o do and took lumber or any kind of produce for pay. I raised a l ittle ga rden as we owned some water in the Pinetop-Woodland Irrigation C o. an d I was able to use a little bit for irrigation. My brother Andre w an d I lived at home with my Mother and we were to share equal in the e xpens e of keeping Mother and May but when he left home I was left with t he gre ater part of the debt. | Hansen, Augustus (I161452)
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AUTOBIOGRAPH OF THOMAS RAY GLEDHILL
April 2, 1931
I was born of goodly parents on February 13, 1883 at Mt. Pleasant, Sanp e te County, Utah. My father was Thomas Gledhill the son of Edward Gledhi l l and Betsie Hague Gledhill of Oldham, Lanshyre County, England.
My father immigrated to Utah when he was twelve years old, his family h a ving joined the L. D. S. Church in England in 1849 (his Mother) and 18 5 0 (his Father).
My mother was Lilly Bell Ivie Gledhill. She was born in Mt. Pleasant. S h e was born and raised in the church.
I am the eldest of six brothers and two sisters. Three of the brother s a re now on the other side with Mother. Ivo, Herbert,; Frace, and Hug h Lafa yette. God bless their memories. Alden is now in Salt Lake City, F red i s in Los Angeles, Ida Belle and Millie May, the two sisters, and fa ther a re here at Richfield, Utah.
My parents moved to Vermillion, Sevier County, Utah, where I lived an d g rew to manhood. The first ten years of our time there we lived on a f ar m at the foot of the large dark volcanic mountain, just one mile nort h o f the Rocky Ford Dam in Sevier River. For about ten years we lived i n a o ne room log house, 28 by 40 feet. Here four of my brothers were bor n. Th e room was petitioned off into bed rooms with calico. We soon outgr ew thi s house and built a nice three roomed family house and used the ol d one f or a granery.
We boys helped on the farm and herded cows during the summer. In the wi n ter we went to school. First we went to Sigurd in a little one room fra m e building. We often rode a horse the distance of nearly three miles. L at er we went to Vermillion school which was held in the meeting house. T h e last three years of the eight grades I attended, I attended at the Ri ch field Public School. While attending school at Richfield I did chore s fo r my board and room at the homes of Dr. H. K. Neill. I was taken int o the ir home and treated with very much kindness and courtesy. I shall a lway s remember them and their good wives with gratitude and thanksgivin g fo r the help and support they gave me.
When I finished my course at Richfield (the eighth grade and first ye a r of high school) I left school not being sure at all that I would eve r a gain go to school.
Being the oldest child in a large family I felt it my duty to leave ho m e and rustle a job for myslef. In my efforts to earn a living, two expe ri ences I had during that summer had much to do in molding my life.
I was sent on a trip to the Milford Desert to help with a herd of shee p . This was a distance of about 100 miles from home and I had to go on h or seback and alone. I got lost on this desert without food and was almos t f amished for water; night and darkness found me in great despair. Ther e wa s nothing to do but to pray and Oh how I did pray to God for help . I wa s lead by a small light to a sheep camp at midnight and from ther e I foun d the herd of sheep which I was hunting, but not until God had t ested m y faith again by losing my horse and finding him after a very ear nest pra yer.
After five weeks I was no longer needed at the sheep camp so I took t h e money which I had received from here and went to Clear Creek, a coa l mi ning camp, hunting for work. I was only eighteen years old and becau se o f this I was turned down everywhere I asked for work. I wasn't a ma n yet . Finally and luckilly I got work chopping timber in the mountainou s par t of the mine, by contract, at the rate the men averaged. I choppe d for o ne month and made as much again as the men who worked by days pay . Afte r this I was called a man, but did not make as much.
They often sent me to pitch coal in a closed box car with an Italian (t h ey called them greacers). He could not speak English and the work wa s s o hard I could hardly stand it. As I contacted myself with this Itali an , I discovered that at that kind of work he was as good or a little be tte r than I. Every hour I asked myself if I was going to remain in his c las s all my life. My one year in High School did not help me shovel coal . Ea ch Sunday I would climb the beautiful mountain, make sure I was alon e, th en I would pour out my soul to God in prayer for help and guidanc e and st rangth. This was a great turning experience in my life, for I re solved o n that mountain and with each shovel of coal that I would do som ething wh ich my dark skinned, dirty, Italian friend could not do. Oh, ho w I resolv ed to go to school and make a man of myself in the world. I ha d, by thi s time, worked two months.
I had saved $75.00 the two months and to show how unwilling I was to sp e nd it for anything except for an education, I walked thirty miles ove r th e Mountain to Mt. Pleasant alone to save Railroad fare. Took the tra in t o Salina, Utah and from there I walked another ten miles home becaus e I w as so homesick for my family.
My father went with me to Salt Lake City and we tried to find work fo r m e to do for my board. For three days we looked everywhere, but were u nsuc cessful. Father said to me: "You'd better go home and give it up." H is ti cket was up and he had to return home, so he left me alone to conti nue m y search. To fortify my courage and burn my bridges I went the nex t morni ng to the L.D.S. College and asked the price of their courses. Th ey sai d they were from $10.00 to $40.00 year. I took the forty dollar co urse . I paid this out of my seventy-five dollars befire I even had a pla ce t o stay. Two days later I found a job three miles west of the city . I milk ed twelve cows at night and six in the morning for my board. I r ode a bic ycle to school and also drove a horse and buggy. I was delighte d and happ y. A better and closer job was secured after two months. I di d chores a t Nephi L. Clayton's place just three blocks from the school . Here, I liv ed in a barn and ate my meals out in the outer kitchen, bu t they were kin d to me and I only had to tend the furnace and tend fo r a cow and two hor ses. They gave me old clothes and shoes which I wor e in place of my old a nd shabby ones and I sent a sack or two home to th e folks.
I did janitor work at the L.D.S. (tended Barrot Hall) and I was also do o r keeper in the old gym so that when school closed the next spring I h a d still thirty dollars out of the thirty five left after paying my tuit io n. I attended the L. D. S. four years which was as happy a time as an y i n my life. In my junior year I was chosen as class president and in m y Se nior year I was elected President of the student body. When my frien ds fo und I had been elected, they carried me from Barrot Hall Basement i n my j anitor clothes, on their backs. These friends were J.B. Harris, Jo seph M . Mills and others about the school.
Some of my choicest memories cluster around those dear old school day s a nd some life long friendships were made and for two years four boys-- Jose ph B. Harris, Oscar Harris, J.B's brother and my brother, No and I l ive d as batchelors, cooked our own meals and lived a very happy and heal thfu l life together. I have often thanked God for sending these two fin e youn g men to us.
Later I lived in the Sugar House ward doing chores for Samuel Paul, a c i vil engineer. I lived in his barn and ate my meals in his shanty, but t he y were kind and helpful to me for whicHishall be thankful for. While l ivi ng there I formed some more very dear friendships. They were: F. Haro ld R obinson, now Dr. Robinson of Los Angeles and his wonderful family. T he Ar tist Edwin Evans and his very fine family contributed to my growt h and ha ppiness. Especially did I enjoy the friendship of their daughter , Eva, wh o I often spent the evenings with. Here I met the Fairbanks fam ily and Br other Thomas Yates, all of whom I greatly admire.
I sold shoes on Friday nights and Saturdays in Robinson Bros. Shoe Sto r e and distributed the tribune papers over a route for two winters ridi n g a bicycle.
The idea of being a Doctor came to me gradually. First my grandfather , C ol. John J. Ivie, whom I dearly loved, was a bone setter and wanted t o b e a Doctor himself and said he would be one if he were me. Then a s I thou ght of all the things I could do, nothing I could do other tha n this woul d render more services to mankind. I then felt that my natur e was a sympa thetic and helpful nature that would fit me in a measure, t o render comfo rt and strengthen those in distress. I did not know or se e how I could ac complish my ambition, but finally I made up my mind tha t God had always h elped me. At the end of my second year at the L.D.S . I had decided to bec ome an M.D. with God's help.
When I mentioned my determination to two of my beloved professors wh o I d id greatly admire and respect, they in good faith, said a lot of di scoura ging things to me. They said I would lose my faith in God if I stu died un der certain Godless Professors which they mentioned. They advise d me to s tudy for a teacher in a Church School instead of Medicine. I wa s disturbe d in my feelings, so I called at President Joseph F. Smith's o ffice for a dvice. I would have rather given up my ambitions to becom e a doctor tha n to lose my faith in the Church and my God. Brother Spenc er, I believe , asked me what I wanted and I told him briefly the missio n I was on. H e shortly returned and said that President Smith was busy f or an hour an d suggested that I see President Antone H. Lund and do as h e advised. I p ut the matter up to president Lund. He fatherly put his ha nd on my should er and said: "My good Brother, the Churchs needs good L.D .S. doctors. Yo u go right ahead and study medicine if you desire and ser ve God faithfull y while doing so and you will not apostatize and God ble ss you." I left a s happy as a child and never hesitated another minute f rom then on. Late r when I studied medicine, I never saw a thing that eve r disturbed my fai th a particle.
After graduating from the L.D.S. my dearest friend, Joe (Joseph B. Harr i s) and I landed in Preston, Idaho, looking for work. We had a letter o f i ntroduction to Thomas Cleaves, better Uncle Tom. We helped him Saturd ay i n his store and Sunday went with him to Sunday School and there I sa w fo r the first time the beautiful little girl who latter (two years lat er) b ecame my wife. Uncle Tom made us acquainted with David Cullen Eame s and h is good wife and family, including their daughter, May.
I first fell in love with Mother Eames and then later with her daughte r , May.
It is wonderful and beautiful story, our courtship. That I have lived a n d lived again in memory. How I grew to love her until she was almost ho l y and sacred; so pure and holy was my love for her that I could hardl y st udy or do aught but hold her in the center of my brain and adore. Fi nall y after two years acquaintance I persuaded her to become my wife . I led h er to the alter in God's Holy Temple where we were sealed for t ime and et ernity on July 18# 1907 at Logan, Utah.
I had taken out my own endowments two years before in the Salt Lake Tem p le. This came about thus: I walked home with Bishop Clawson of the 18t h W ard one night from Priesthood meeting. He asked me if I would like t o hav e my endowments in the Temple for the protection and blessing. "Ind ee d I would" was my reply. He gave me a recommend. I went to the Temple.
After my marriage my dear old pal Joe (whom I loved as much as any brot h er I had) married our mutual friend Lucy Ashton one of the finest girl s f rom one of the finest families I have ever met in all my life. I lov e t o think of the many and happy times I have spent in their company an d the ir home.
After my marriage, my wife and I spent our honeymoon at tear Lake and l a ter at Fish Lake, soon after which we landed in Chicago where I complet e d my medical course.
While in Chicago we had many ups and downs. We moved five times in abo u t six months being run out because we were Mormons. Other times becaus e o f rats and cockroaches. However, my good wife was 100% loyal. I too k a fe ver for three weeks in which she nursed me back to health.
On June 17, 1908 our darling baby came to bless and cheer us in our str u ggles. We were living at the Leman Flats, 2323 South Wabash Ave. wher e sh e was born. Never was a child more welcome and appreciated than ou r firs t born, Ora May.
While a student at the Northwestern University I often had a chance t o d efend our church and people. Dr. Mix, Secretary of the faculty an d a ver y fine man, called me into his office twice to talk about the Boo k of Mor mon. I gave him one with my compliments which he read and commen ted to m e on after. I was always proud to be a Mormon and to defend ou r people.
I started to practice my chosen profession in Richfield on July 3, 19 0 . I have been there ever since with the exception of two three month' s pe riods spent in the east and three weeks in the West doing post gradu ate w ork. I have met, personally, most of the big medical and surgical m en i n the U. S. and a few from Europe. Locally I have been County Physic ian s ince 1909, almost half of that time City Physician. I was one of th e firs t doctors in the State to operate lights and electricity treatment s. I wa s one of the three who drafted the constitution and by-laws for t he firs t body of Doctors in this State to use and advocate physiologica l measure s other than medicine and surgery. I read a paper before its fi rst meetin g on the value of electrocoagulation of disease tissue. I wa s the first c harter member and the first President of Center Utah Medica l Society. I w as the D. & R. G. W. R. R. Surgeon and War Veteran's Burea u Examiner duri ng and since the war. As I recall I had about the sixtyt h automobile in t his valley, but not until I had driven a horse and bugg y all over the val ley and mountains for several years and tussled throug h storms and snow-b ound lands at all hours of the night. I have made man y a trip which endan gered my health and life when I knew there was no fi nancial reward, bu t I have felt sure God would bless me, and he has abun dantly done so.
Happiness is great love and much service. It is comforting to know so m e day we will be judged justly and everything made up to us we have lo s t here. Therefore, no one but ourselves can really make us unhappy or s ou r or can our souls unless we allow them to.
On the whole as I look back over life I am partly satisfied and I thin k t hat through all of these experiences I have had, I have learned ther e i s only one thing that needs concern me or my good family much. Ther e is o nly one thing that really matters. There is only one road to happi ness he re and hereafter and that is the road of Righteousness. On this s econd da y of April, 1931, my really great desire and prayer is that I mi ght liv e a righteous life and that my family might do the same and avoi d the err ors made by their father, which may God grant. | Gledhill, Dr. Thomas Ray (I396)
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AUTOBIOGRAPHY OF JOSEPH LEO STOTT
I was born October 28, 1894, in Provo, Utah, a son of Joseph Lees Stot t a nd Sarah Ellen Bennett. My Dad was then going to school at the Brigha m Yo ung Academy.
I wore ringlets and when I was six years old, I had my first barber. I s a w Emil Pearson and he said, "Hello Slick", and all through school, I ne ve r was called anything but "Slick".
I went to school in Meadow in the little rock school house through the 8 t h grade. I liked to enter in athletics in any way. I always took them s er ious and kept myself in shape physically.
Before I was out of 8th grade, I played with the adult baseball team a n d we traveled around the county to play and I remember we often ate a t th e Robison Cafe in Fillmore.
I went to the Murdoch Academy at Beaver when I was 13 years old. At th a t time, I was still wearing knee pants and I was boarding with Aunt Lib b y Fisher. Before my Dad turned the wagon to go home, I was homesick an d c rying. It was at this time, I got my first long pants to wear on Sund ay.
When I was in grade school, I was a jockey at local matched horse race s o n holidays and special days.
I went to school the next two years at the Millard Academy in Hinckle y . I was on the track, baseball and basketball teams while there I got c hu mmy with team mates and Dad thought I was spending too much time.
I took piano lessons three years at the Academy, but I had no sense of r h ythm or tune, so I didn't even learn "I Drop my Dolly in the Dirt".
The fourth and fifth year, I went to B.Y.U., taking half high school a n d half college, majoring in education. While there, I played basketbal l , baseball and had an opportunity to play professional baseball, but m y D ad wouldn't let me go, so I then started teaching school.
I taught school 4 years in Meadow, farming in the summer.
I married Velma Bushnell at her parent’s home on the 17 of July, 1917 . W e spent our honeymoon out on the dry-farm (between Meadow and Fillmor e) , where I was plowing, for two weeks. We stayed in a sheep cabin.
I served in the U.S. Army at Camp Lewis, near Tacoma, Washington, from A u g. 1918 to March 1919.
Our first home was one room in the house of Mary Jane Duncan, of Meado w ( now the Clem Duncan home on 3rd East and 1st South Street). When I ca me h ome from the army, we moved into the old Iverson home, which is no w use d as a garage and storage house, behind our own new home. There wa s no ba th or running water in it. We built our new home in 1928.
Before we were married, we went to Kanosh to a dance. I had a date wit h V elma and there were other couples with us. We went over on a Bob Sled . O n the way going over, it tipped over and the girls got their dresse s al l wet and muddy. During the dance, a warm wind came up and we came h ome o n the rocks.
After I came home from the army, I asked Velma to make some malt beer fr o m a recipe I had copied from a buddy, I had met in the service. He ha d to ld me it was extra good. It called for 2 lbs. of gelatin. Velma wen t to F illmore and bought all the gelatin she could get, but it was not n ear 2 l bs. She came home and made the malt beer. The next day, when we c hecked o n the beer, it had set up hard. We discovered later that I had c opied th e recipe to read the 2 lbs. and it should have read 2 tbs.
In 1920-21, I started teaching in Deseret. I was Principle of the A. C . N elson Elementary for two years. I was also principle of Delta for on e yea r 1922-23.
In Deseret, we just made a team of town boys and we had an unbeatable te a m. They were called
the Deseret Lizards. I was the manager and coach. We played Las Vegas, B e aver, and Fillmore. We beat the team in Nephi, that won the State Champ io nship, but I couldn't go to State, because we hadn't joined the League . T he year I was in Delta, I played baseball also.
In May 1923, my Father died, and I took his place as County Assessor f o r the next three and a half years and then I was reelected for anothe r fo ur years.
I was feeding beef at this time and used to get up at 4 A.M. to go two m i les, on horseback, to feed cattle, all through the winter and come bac k a nd be to work by nine o'clock.
I ran for assessor again in 1930, and was defeated by Roosevelt Landslid e . I thought the world had come to an end and I was going to starve, bu t i t was the best thing that ever happened to me.
I was elected Mayor of Meadow. While I was in, we got the electric ligh t s (Nov. 1926) and changed the wood pipes for steel in the waterworks . I n order to get Kanosh to come in on the lights, so that we could ge t elec tricity, we had to go 60% to their 40% on the lines.
I was made Bishop in 1926 and served until 1936. Venoy B. Labrum and Cec i l Fisher were my counselors and J. Milton Beckstrand was the Ward Clerk .
I served on the school board for the unexpired term of Don Swallow, an d t hen elected to the board and served seven years.
Velma and I took our first trip to California in 1925, to visit Velma' s s ister, Luella and her husband, Lloyd Nickle, who was studying to b e a mor tician. He took me on trips with him through town in the ambulanc e.
In 1935, the Taylor Grazing Act was passed, putting all public domain un d er government supervision. People were allowed to graze livestock accor di ng to priority use, and commensurate property. A board was organized i n e ach district to determine how much livestock each applicant could gra ze . I was secretary and treasurer of this board and the office was in ou r h ome. I was on this board until 1956, except for one year.
I bought stock in the Oasis Seed Plant (cleaning plant for alfalfa) in 1 9 32 and became the director in 1950 until 1958.
I have been a member of the Fillmore Lions Club from 1948 and served a s P resident for a time. I was President of Meadow Irrigation and was ins trum ental in getting cement ditches for saving much needed water.
I was elected a Bank Director in 19 and still hold this position at th e p resent time.
I bought my first purebred cattle in 1945. I bought 15 head in San Lou i s Valley, Colorado, from Baca Grant Land and Livestock. We sold three h ea d to Ernest Bushnell.
The bred heifers were delivered in March 1945. From one of these, a bu l l was born, which we sold for $33,500 cash, with some breeding privileg e . This was the highest price ever paid for a bull in Utah. The bull wa s l ater sold at auction for $43,500 and went to South Dakota. We develop ed i nto a big Hereford ranch, known as Stott Bros., and later as Leo Sto tt an d Sons.
We made a trip to California before Donna was born, in a bootleg bus a n d it took us three days, because the driver was bootlegging whiskey al l t he way. To come back, we bought a Model T Ford at Barstow, we went ha lf w ay to Needles, before we found we were on the wrong road and had t o com e back.
I was in partnership with my brother Cleon from 1923 until about 1948. D u ring this time, we built up quite a large estate.
I went to help my brother-in-law burn grass on his lambing ground, and t h e fire got away and burned Telluride Power and Taylor Grazing ground. T he y both sued us and we were tried by jury, but the judge said he woul d rev erse the decision, if the jury found us innocent, so he fined the t wo of
During the years, we have had many people come from California, to go De e r hunting each year. We've made many, many friends this way and visite d w ith them in California.
During the depression, there was always a bed for any hobo or bum, who h a ppened to come through. Many of them were real characters and some wer e m ental cases. We were lucky we didn't get into more trouble.
I was always a lover of children and was always giving them rides on m y h orse. One night, after giving my nephew (Jimmy Nickle) a ride, he sai d t o his mother, "I wish Uncle Leo had borned me."
The Indians always considered me their friend, as well as any one else w h o was in need. If I had it, I was always willing to give to some one i n n eed.
I was a basketball referee for Beaver and Millard High Schools. I was li c ensed by the State.
During the drought of 1932-33-34, I spent two winters in Deseret in a sh e ep cabin, feeding cattle. leaving the girls and my wife to milk 10 cow s a nd take care of things. Leola and Nadine did the milking, night and m orni ng before school.
During this drought period, in the spring, we took leased cattle, alon g w ith the ones we had, to Burbank, Utah from Delta, to graze for the su mmer . There were 600 head and in the 10 days, 60 head died. Some of the m wer e to weak to make the trip.
The year Nadine was a senior in High School, she got Scarlet Fever. Th e b oard of Health didn't quarantine me, if I didn't live with the family , s o I stayed in a locked room. I was out on a Taylor Grazing trip, whe n I c ame down with Scarlet Fever, on the Sawtooth Mountain.
I have seven children, born as follows: Nadine, Leola, Stella, Joe, Don n a Mae, Ben and Leah, and 30 grandchildren. | Stott, Joseph Leo (I5279)
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Autobiography of Lydia Emma Whipple
(Taken from her book “:Our Lives”)
I, Lydia Emma Whipple Hansen, was born about 6 pm Wednesday, the 16t h o f February 1887, in a one room log house that my father had built o n hi s homestead which he took up in 1885. My parents were Willard Whippl e Sr . and Emma Melissa Oliver Whipple. I weighed 8 lbs at birth and 16 l bs th e day I was a year old.
My father and mother were not married in the temple and they decide d t o go to the Manti Temple. We went with two span of houses and one wag on . We had a double bed wagon with a new wagon cover and bows. There w a s a bed spring in between the two wagon beds with room under the bed f o r all the other things that we had to take. The back of the wagon was m ad e into a chuck box with a door that let down and made a table. We kep t ou r cooking utensils in it and also some of the food. The wagon was ma de t o be very comfortable. There were four children; Harriet, Willard, N anc y and myself. We left the 4th of August, 1897. We arrived at the bi g Colo rado River the 15th of August.
We had to be ferried across the river and when we arrived there that Su n day morning, father fired a shot from his gun to tell the people tha t w e wanted across. The man that lived at the ferry was named Emmit. H e too k us to his home, gave us a fine dinner and then told us that we co uld he lp ourselves to the grape vineyard that they had. Some of the grap es wer e ripe and ready to eat. I shall never forget how good that fres h fruit t asted.
That trip was a great event in the lives of us children. We went to t h e Manti temple the 15th of September, 1897, where mother and father rec ei ved their endowments and were sealed and we children were sealed to th em . The Temple was a beautiful place. It stood on a hill with terraced s tep s leading up to it. After the session was over, we were taken on a to ur o f the temple. We went to the top of the tower.
We arrived home the fore part of October. It snowed the night that we g o t home.
After we moved to Showlow in November, 1903, we had better school and c h urch advantages. The Showlow Ward had been reorganized on the 3rd of Au gu st, 1903, with James Clark Owens as Bishop and Frank Ellsworth and Wil lar d Whipple as counselors. The Ward had been without a Bishop since th e dea th of Father Hansen in 1901. (Hans Nielsen Hansen)
I had never had any MIA (Mutual Improvement Association) work and whe n t hey organized the MIA I was made President on 29 Oct. 1904.
The house that we bought in Showlow was well built. There were four roo m s all the same size and in a row with no middle doors between them. Ea c h room had a long closet across the back and there was a porch all acro s s the front. It was a plastered house, and we enjoyed the smooth wall s th at we could wallpaper, they looked like something to the side of th e lo g rooms that we had been living in. Later we built a kitchen on on e end o f the porch.
There were no shows to go to, so we had to make our own fun by dancin g o r having parties at private homes. Seems to me that most of the parti es w ere at our house. We did other things for fun too; such as going hor sebac k riding, having baseball games and shooting matches.
Father and mother did not have much chance at education and they did a l l they could to help us children. Most of all, I think they instille d i n us that it was necessary in this day and age.
Long before we left the ranch they bought a pack of drygoods from a ped d ler who went around selling different materials in a bundle or pack. Th i s one had some beautiful dress pieces in it and mother told me one da y wh en we were looking at them that she was going to save one certain pi ece t o make me a dress when I got old enough go to the Academy. That i s what t he high schools were called in those days. The schools were buil t and fin anced by the Church. There was one in Snowflake .
In the fall of 1905, it was decided that I would go to the Academy. Th e s tudents from other towns had to live with some people in Snow-flake . The y found a place for me to stay with the Lewis -Hunt family. They we re ver y nice people and I loved them like my own folks .
In the summer of 1907 while I was home, I started going with my future h u sband. The first time that I ever went with him was to the 4th of Jul y da nce. After that he began dating me and about the fourth time that h e date d me he proposed. I treated it lightly for I was not ready to ge t married . I wanted to finish my high school and I was not sure that h e knew wha t he wanted. He had been in the crowd that I went with ever si nce we move d to Showlow and thought that he was quite a ladies man. He w ould go wit h first one girl and then another. We girls had a saying, "Wh o is going w ith Gus tonight?” I was going to make sure. that I was no t like some o f the others that he went with and then dropped .
I told him that I was going to finish my school and that if he wante d m e as his girlfriend it was all right under those conditions. I went b ac k to school and we did not correspond. When I graduated 5 May 190 8
I wrote and invited him to the exercises. He came. When I came home in t h e summer he still dated me and wanted an answer now that I had finishe d s chool. We planned a little on getting married that June, but mother w as p regnant and Harriet and Jesse were planning on getting married s o I decid ed that I would not feel right marrying and leaving Mother. W e just wen t together that next year and got a little better acquainted . We enjoye d the winter together, going to what entertainment there was . All my doub ts of his not making up his mind to settle down fled. We qu ite enjoyed ou r plans of getting married in June .
The nearer it carne time for us to get married, the harder it seemed f o r Gus to get the money to go to Salt Lake City to the Temple. Money wa s s carce, and his work netted him more produce than cash. He said we wou ld h ave to get married and go to the Temple when we could afford it. I i nform ed him that we would wait until we could get the money for I was no t gett ing married outside the Temple. That nearly broke us up. He finall y got s ome signer and borrowed the money-$175.00 from the Northern Arizo na Ban k in Snowflake.
I made my own wedding dress and my clothes for going to the city .
Gus left horne the evening of the 27th of May with his very good team Bu c k and Jim. He stayed at our house that night. Jesse and Harriet had co m e up from the ranch where they had been living.. Mother said Harriet w a s in labor.. The baby was born just a few minutes after midnight. I ha d t o help Mother deliver the baby, a boy named Rulon. It was a new exper ienc e the night before I was to leave to get married .
We left Showlow the morning of the 28th, going as far as Snowflake .
The next morning we went to Holbrook. We arrived in time to buy our tra i n tickets and do a little shopping. We took the train at 11:00 AM. On t h e way we fell in with a couple, Frank and Frances Lewis, from Ramah, N e w Mexico who also were on their way to Salt Lake City to get married . W e enjoyed them very much. We got into Salt LakeTuesday afternoon an d go t a room at the Daly Hotel and had to hurryand get our marriage lice nse b efore the office closed.
they only married couples on Wednesdays .
We went to the Temple at 7 AM the next morning and did not get out unt i l 3 PM. There were thirty-five couples married that day and we were th e l ast. We were married by John B. Winder. After the ceremony was over h e co ngratulated us and told us that if we had as much patience all throu gh ou r married life as we had that day, we would be al l
right. It was a long day.
After we got out of the Temple, we went to a restaurant to eat. Of cours e , going to a restaurant in a city was strange to us and we were tryin g t o decide what to order when an elderly man across the aisle from us t ol d us to order the special dinner that he had. I a m
sure that he could see that we were just a couple of country kids and wa n ted to help us. The food was so good and we enjoyed our wedding suppe r al l to ourselves.
The Monday after we were married we went to Provo to visit some of the r e latives. They took us all over Provo to see the other relatives. We sta ye d a week or ten days and arrived in Holbrook Sunday morning 15th of Ju ne . We loaded up our belongings in Showlow and slept the next night at M oth er Hansen's in Woodland. Gus had planted a garden before he left an d I wa s so proud of it when we got home. It was a nice garden. He wa s a good fa rmer and gardener.
The next day we moved into the vacated Woodland Schoolhouse. I wante d a h ome of my own and nice things, but I knew before I married him wha t the c onditions would be and I did not hesitate .
In those days, they did not have wedding showers as they do today. We re c eived very few wedding gifts. I had already bought a set of dishes an d ha d a few other things. Father gave us a cow and mother gave us a sett ing h en and a setting of eggs which we had good luck i n
hatching. Aunt Retta gave us a set of silver teaspoons. Sr. Woolford ga v e me two yards of red flannel and a platter. Grandmother Oliver gave m e h er rolling pin and a small milk strainer. Joseph Whipple gave us si x kniv es and forks and that was about the amount of ou r
wedding gifts. We were happy together and I was happy to come to the o l d farm to help make a living and rear a family. I wanted to marry a far me r for I loved the soil and to see things grow. We both liked to ride h ors es and did a lot of it together. I went with him t o
hunt cows whenever I could. Before we had children we did the milking, c o oking and dishwashing together.
We lived in the school house most of the summer but finally decided th a t it was too far away from Gus' work and that it was best for mother Ha ns en not to be alone as she was not well. We moved in one of her back ro om s and lived there a year. Then we moved into a ten t
house southwest of her place. We lived there a year. OUr first baby Ha n s Stanley, was born there the 22.July 1911.. He was a nice baby but di e d the evening of the 23rd. We felt terrible over the loss of our baby , bu t had to accept it graciously as the will of the Father .
Lynn was born the 21st of Aug. 1913. We were so happy to have another ba b y. There was a great fear within me that he would die. I am sure tha t I n ever took my hands off him day or night for two weeks. After that t he fea r began to leave.We sort of spoiled Lynn when he was a baby in roc king hi m to sleep. We both enjoyed it so much and he loved it. His fathe r woul d take him and he would put his little face between the arm and bo dy of h is father and go to sleep that way. I was so fortunate to hav e a husban d that loved his babies and children as they grew older. He wa s never to o tired to take care of them when they needed him day or night .
Mother Hansen was never very well and she got worse and we moved in wi t h her. After she passed away we enjoyed living there. The place had no t b een homesteaded. Father Hansen had applied for it and after he passe d awa y mother applied for it but the application was turned down each ti me bec ause the reservation line had not been established. After they sur veyed i t we finally got the patent.
(From the Funeral talk by Dona Hansen Ison)
Lydia and Gus loved and grew such beautiful flowers. Fall was her favori t e season. She loved to walk in the woods and enjoy the beautiful color s . I might just add right here that Don and Willie knew how great she lo ve d this and so they have presented her with this floral piece. Wheneve r an y of the family came home she wanted to picnic in the woods. She sai d th e ranch was sacred to her, and she hoped it would remain in the fami ly a s long as any of them lived.
Lydia worked in the Relief Society most of her life as President, secret a ry and teacher. Many are the days and nights she spent caring for the s ic k and the dying. During the typhoid and diphtheria epidemics she spen t ma ny hours helping those who suffered so greatly. She would not eat o r drin k while caring for these people and she would go home and change h er clot hes at the back of the house before she entered so that she would n’t expo se her family to the dread diseases. She was always ready and wi lling t o help where help was needed and seemed to have the ability to b e calm i n times of stress. She became known as “Aunt Lydia” to friends a nd relati ves alike.
She loved and cared for her younger brothers and sisters as if they we r e her own. She loved and cherished her role as wife and mother. She bel ie ved in keeping records and doing genealogy. She kept a journal most o f he r married life. She was inspired to do this by her father and her gr andfa ther. She had passed that desire on to some of her children and gra ndchil dren. She published a book entitled “Our Lives” and she and her si ster Al zada published a history of their father, Willard Whipple.
By example, she taught her children to love the Lord, to live within the i r means and to be self-reliant. Time was when she would go to church a n d count her children and if one was missing, she would go out and brin g h im in.
Twelve children, eight boys and four girls were born to Lydia and Gus. F i ve children have preceeded her in death. Her husband passed away in 195 7.
Just a year ago while living in Idaho, with her daughter, Dona, she h a d a stroke which left her unable to communicate. Twenty days later sh e wa s struck with a massive heart attack and the docter said there was n o wa y she could live through the day, but it wasn’t her time to go. Thre e wee ks ago she fell and broke a hip. She survived surgery, but in her w eakene d condition pneumonia took over. She passed away October 26th, 197 7 in Hy rum, Utah, while living with her daughter, Loma.
She has returned to her beloved “Hills of Home” to be laid to rest. Sh e i s survived by seven children: Lynn and Glenna of Provo, Utah; Ross an d Do na of Caldwell, Idaho; Loma of Hyrum, Utah; Bruce, Dean and Boyd al l of L ittleton, Colorado; thirty nine grandchildren and sixty-six grea t grandch ildren. She is also survived by two brothers, Charles and Melvi n Whippl e and sister Alzada Stratton. She was ninety years old, eight mo nths an d 10 days.
Wednesday was a significant day in her life. She was born on Wednesday , m arried on Wednesday and died on Wednesday. It is interesting to not e tha t in her ninety hears she has seen great changes in the world. Sh e firs t traveled by horses and buggy. And she has lived to see men wal k on th e moon.
We honor our mother for enduring to the end and pointing the way for o u r eternal happiness.
SOME EXCERPTS FROM HER JOURNAL
(For the details of their married life we refer you to the book Lydia wr o te called “Our Lives”
20 June 1957
This is the hardest day of my life, to lay my beloved companion away i n t he grave. We took him to the church house where he lay in state unti l th e funeral at 10:00 a.m. The house and recreational hall were fille d to ca pacity and some were sitting in the hall with friends and relativ es all o ver the country. There were many floral offerings sent and som e gave mone y instead of flowers. The Relief Society sisters sent food an d everyone w as so nice. I shall never forget the kindness of the many pe ople who wrot e the letters of condolence and the many nice things that e veryone did fo r me. The pall bearers were his six sons.
July 1957
To my Dear Companion that has been called home:
It’s just 50 years ago today since we went together for the first time , t o the 4th of Juloy Dance. It seems such a short time that we were pri vile ged to live and love each other. I am grateful that it was not you t hat w as left and had to suffer so, as I am. Yes, sweetheart, we had ou r ups an d downs but they only bro9ught us closer together. Remember ho w happy w e were together a year ago today—how we enjoyed each others com pany. Reme mber how we thanked God many times in our prayers that we ha d been permit ted to be together as long as we were.
Now I have to do it alone and am still thankful for our lives togethe r . I hope that I will prove worthy to be with you over there, where the r e is no more separation. I am grateful for the Plan of Salvation that t ea ches us the way of life and death. Goodnight. I still love you. You we r e a wonderful husband to me. Mom | Whipple, Lydia Emma (I161424)
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Autobiography of LYNN HERMAN HANSEN
I was born August 21, 1913 to Lydia Emma Whipple and Augustus Hansen a t L akeside, Navajo County, Arizona, in a farming area known as Woodland , whi ch is about two miles south of Lakeside. I was the second child bor n to m y parents. A brother, Hans Stanley Hansen, was the firstborn, bu t he die d in infancy.
The Farm land and The Work
My parents lived on a farm of 108 acres which was partly under irrigati o n from a water source above Pinetop, consisting of a spring and Billy C re ek. The water was stored in a reservoir between Woodland and Pinetop a n d reached the farms in the area under the reservoir by way of ditches m ai ntained by great effort of the water users. This land was acquired thr oug h a homestead made possible by a federal homestead act. The ditch ra n fo r the most part down the center of the farm from south to north. A s the l and sloped away from the ditch on both sides about fifty acres o f the lan d was under cultivation. The remainder of the land was used a s pasture.
The elevation of the general area was listed at 7000 feet. The area wa s o riginally covered with trees of pine, white oak, juniper and some ced ar . There was at this elevation only about a ninety day growing season . Cro ps therefore were confined to fast growing maturing varieties. Corn , vege tables, fruit occasionally consisting mostly of apples, plum and p ears. A lfalfa, clover and oat hay, potatoes, winter wheat and oats wer e include d in crops.
This farm was sustained in part by grazing rights on U.S. Forest lands . A s long as I can remember, Father had a herd of milk cows. Part of th e mil k products were sold for cash or collateral. Chickens, turkeys, she ep, pi gs and horses were common to the farm. Each had its place in the f amily w elfare. A dog and a cat or two were all a part of the necessitie s on a fa rm.
Daily chores included milking cows and driving them to pasture in summ e r months or feeding them in corrals and milking sheds in winter. Othe r ch ores included feeding and caring for the other livestock.
During the spring, summer and early fall months land needed plowing, har r owing, cultivation and irrigation. Crops had to be cultivated, hoed an d w eeded. Hay was cut, raked and hauled loose to the barns for storage f or w inter use. Corn was cut in fall and hauled to the silo where it wa s chopp ed by power ensilage machinery and air hoisted into a 27 foot hig h silo m ade from pine two-by-fours nailed together with pitch between th em. A lad der and windows on the east side made entrance and use of the s ilo possib le.
My father, Augustus Hansen, burned and collected the pine tar to use f o r sealing the two-by-fours used in construction of the silo. I was bor n o n the day the silo was at the 27 foot level. It was never built any h ighe r after that day.
Early memories of some details of farm life lead me to relate this accou n t. During World War 1 in the 1917-18 years it was difficult to get flo u r and corn meal prepared commercially. My father devised a way of attac hi ng a grain grinder to the horse-drawn mower. While he was cutting ha y h e tended and ground corn meal, or wheat for flour and cereals. Financ ia l considerations probably entered into this plan.
The description of the land was recorded by action of a survey crew an d f iled with the government agency and if a tenant lived on the land fiv e ye ars and made certain improvements he was awarded a deed to the lan d fro m the government. Nearly all of the Arizona-Utah land titles were g aine d in this manner since the government through the Gadsen Purchase ow ned t he land. It was purchased from the Mexican Government.
Our land was adjacent to the Eastern boundary of a part of the Apache In d ian Reservation. Some pasture privileges were arranged with the Burea u o f Indian Affairs so that farmers in the area would run a limited numb er o f cattle on the reservation for a small fee.
We maintained a milking corral near this reservation for a number of yea r s. The corral was made of logs laid criss-cross fashion as a fence to t h e enclosure. It was in this spot which was later abandoned as a corra l th at we raised some squash and watermelons. The garden spot was choic e beca use the ground was very fertile as it had served for a resting pla ce fo r the cattle for several years.
The Spring and Water
The family drinking water had to be hauled from a mile distance. There w a s a spring at the head of the creek. This spring bubbled out of the gro un d in a manner that played the multi-colored sand up and down as the wa te r constantly flowed upward beneath it. This spring was the source of “ pur e” water for many families in the area. Often when we were in a hurr y t o get water we would dip it from the creek a quarter mile below the s prin g. The present ecology terminology had not then become common. ‘Bu t the w ater at points below the spring was often polluted by cattle or f lood wat ers following a rain or a spring thaw. We never seemed to worr y as much a bout pollution then as people do now. We should have worried , but didn’ t know enough to worry. Our parents must have had some concer n because th ey did prefer that we get the water from the spring wheneve r possible.
All farms were fenced to protect crops and feeds from stray cattle. Ear l y fences were made of logs or in some cases smooth spring steel wire, s ta pled to posts. This smooth wire was not really effective as a deterren t t o cattle, but it was the best they had. Later barbed wire replaced th e sm ooth wire in most fencing.
The Touring Car
The society in that area was limited to a geographical area of about a f i fty mile radius. A trip to Show Low eight miles north was a major excur si on for the young folks on our farm. Our Whipple grandfather and family , W illard Whipple, lived at Show Low. When we traveled there we rode i n a wa gon or a buggy pulled by a team of horses. It was not until the mi ddle 19 20’s that our family owned a Ford touring car. By that time I wa s not ye t ten years old. The acquisition of the car was a big event. Som etimes i t started easily and sometimes it refused to start. There wa s a crank use d to start the engine. Drivers would set the gas and spar k control lever s as well as the brake and get the crank at the front o f the radiator goi ng as fast as he could turn it in order to start the e ngine. Sometimes th e crank would kick backward and injure the person doi ng the starting.
The car was open air with only a windshield to protect the passenger s . I recall that it was not powerful enough to pull itself and a full lo a d of passengers up a steep hill. Often we needed to get out and push t o g et up an incline. Then once on level ground we could get in again an d rid e. Rain and snow made unimproved roads almost impassable in a car b ecaus e it would bog down in deep ruts of clay and get stuck, unable to m ove fo r lack of power and traction.
Teaching the Buck Sheep a Lesson
This car stood south of the house and garden fence on a grassy plot. I t w as here that I remember an incident- a buck sheep had broken out of i t’ s pasture and come to graze on the grassy spot near the car. I knew th a t he was considered aggressive because I heard Dad say he had been “bun te d” upon occasion. When the buck came near the car where I was playin g I k new that I must get up into the car fast in order to escape him . I tried , but his speed was superior to mine and he knocked me under th e car, sca red, bleeding at the nose and screaming for help. It seemed th at if I tri ed to crawl out on the opposite side of the car he was ther e to meet me . I was trapped. Mother heard the disturbance and came wit h a big stick t o rescue me. The stick was to protect herself and me. I w as thankful to b e back inside the gate of our yard safe from that sheep . When Father cam e in from the field at the close of the day, mother rev iewed the inciden t with him. He decided to teach the buck a lesson so h e took me with hi m to the sheep pasture gate. I was protesting and fearf ul. He tried to as sure me that he would use me only as a decoy and tha t he would protect m e while he taught the buck his deserved lesson. He h eld me in front of hi m by the suspenders of my bib overalls. As the buc k charged I was snatche d back and the buck met a blow from an oak club t o stop him in his tracks . He would shake his head, retreat and charge a t me again. This was begin ning to be some sort of consolation for me an d a little on the exciting s ide. As I recall it, he charged the third ti me and then he slumped over a s his knees buckled under. Dad’s oak stic k had laid him cold. I thought h e was dead. He got up after a few moment s time, shaking his head and retr eated to the far side of the pasture se emingly not anxious to surrender t o the club again.
It was nevertheless a worry to me personally that we kept this buck she e p on the ranch. Caution was always exercised whenever I was near this a dv ersary. I do not remember when he was sold but he did drop out of ou r lis t of fears.
Time and Tending Sheep
A few years later when my parents thought I was old enough to do some te n ding of the herd, I was sent to keep them in a field of clover stubbl e fo r a two hour period. I was entrusted with a pocket watch to help m e kno w when the allotted time had passed. The herding was not so much o f a str ain as the block of time. I could keep them where they were suppo sed to g raze, but the time weighed heavily because there were other thin gs I woul d have preferred doing, such as cutting a forked oak Y to use i n makin g a flipper to shoot at birds and squirrels.
I thought the matter through and decided to turn the hands of Dad’s wat c h ahead to help the time go by faster. This was not without some feeli n g of wrong-doing, but the feeling of urgency about my own personal wish e s seemed to dominate. After all – keeping sheep was a dull assignment c om pared to making flippers or digging tunnels in the sandy pasture. At a n y rate the watch hands were turned ahead a couple of turns to save abo u t a half hour. I took the herd back to the pen early according to the r ea l time, but on time with my false setting. When I arrived at the pen , m y mother met me with the announcement that the sheep should go back t o th eir feeding for another half hour. I could not argue with authority . I le arned a lesson on cheating with time. It does not pay to tamper wi th th e clock either in an attempt to speed it up or to retard it. Time h as a w ay of behaving according to divine programming and we must accep t the sch edule and use time prudently.
Finances
Parents beset with financial survival efforts have little to spend on t h e nonessential or the luxurious. I recall that amidst the pressures o f ea ch days problems there was some time, generally at meal time, bedtim e o r Sundays for my parents to listen to our needs. They must have sense d a t times that we had certain desires that were not really compatible w it h the lean bank account or even a non-existant one. Often we were tol d th at “we’ could not afford a red wagon with wooden wheels patterned af ter t he one Dad used for most multi-sided purposes; a wagon we could us e to ha ul a load of wood from the woodpile to the wood box beside the co ok stov e or the fireplace. I wanted this kind of wagon because my frien d had one . It was great fun to help him pull his wagon either in dutifu l chores o r in creative play.
An Experience for my Dad
This desire was made known to both Mom and Dad and the answer was alwa y s about the same: We did not have money to afford it. The matter was dr op ped but not forgotten. Summer lush green pastures and growing fields o f h ay, corn and potatoes laboriously gave way to fall’s harvesting and c hang ing colors. The frost preceded the snow of winter. Christmas mornin g cam e too slowly. In fact it seemed so slow that it was hard to be goo d enoug h to merit a small gift on the longed for morning. Two little boy s who we re asked to be good to deserve a family outing were disappointe d by an un avoidable postponement for a week. They said to their Dad, “W e don’t thin k we can be good that much longer.” My Father, Augustus, wen t to the ranc h during a cold spell to look after the cattle. It was onl y two miles awa y from our town home. When he arrived at the ranch he fou nd things in poo r condition. A neighbor’s pigs had broken out of their p en and were in ou r stockyard rooting down the shocks of corn and eatin g it. He decided t o put the pigs in a pen to keep them from further dest roying our feed .
In the attempt to pen them up he did a lot of running on foot. He beca m e exhausted and felt pains in his chest. He must have gotten over-heat e d beneath his clothing and when the pigs were locked up he cooled off t o o quickly. Upon arrival back in town he fell ill and was unable to lea v e his bed. Pneumonia/Pleurisy was the general diagnosis of the adults w h o were concerned. As boys we felt the seriousness of his condition to s om e degree. We felt it more directly because we had all the milking, fee din g and many other chores to do without Dad’s assistance. The neighbor s wer e concerned and came to help us with some chores. They came also t o visi t my mother and give comfort to her. We understood that Dad was s o very s ick that he might not live. This was a period of anxiety for me . The day s and nights were prayer filled for the immediate family and cl ose friend s and the Ward members.
Later, a number of years, I heard my father tell that he had the privile g e of glancing into eternity while he was so near death. He was impress e d with the beauty of the place beyond the vale, the happy joyful attitu d e of the busy people he saw there among his departed loved ones and h e wa s reluctant to return to the earth where there were so many problem s an d so much suffering. Now since 1957 he has returned to that place pr epare d by the Savior for those who are faithful in keeping certain of Go d’s la ws. He may be doing missionary work as he often did while he was u pon th e earth. He may be teaching those who never had opportunity to hea r the G ospel in mortality.
Sunday’s and Responsibilities
The Sabbath Day on the farm was observed. There were chores to do, but t h ey were completed early in order that we could attend Priesthood meetin g , Sunday School, and Sacrament meeting. There were unavoidable times wh er e irrigating and other farm chores had to be performed on Sunday, bu t w e always took counsel in the Savior’s thought that “The Sabbath was m ad e for man and that if an ox were in the mire it would be unwise not t o pu ll him out.” We never were permitted to participate in organized spo rts o r to attend entertainments on Sunday. We did visit with relatives a nd fri ends and even drove eight miles to do so.
As time passed I participated in some responsibilities in the Church . A s a deacon gathering fast offerings and passing the sacrament were pr omin ent activities. Ward teaching as it was called then was part of my a ctivi ty as a teacher. Then becoming a Priest in the Aaronic Priesthood g ave m e the privilege of administering the Sacrament as well as doing al l the f ormer duties as occasion demanded. This sometimes included sweepi ng floor s and dusting benches at the church house. It did not exclude ch opping wo od for widows or hauling fuel wood to needy families. While Mo m Hansen wa s Relief Society President there were opportunities to visi t and help car e for bedfast folks who needed someone to stay with them a t night.
The Singing Competition
College was looked upon as a luxury, but very desirable. In early year s , age seven or eight, I became interested in singing and having a pleas in g voice, I was asked to perform quite often as a soloist and in schoo l mu sical situations. During my senior high school year I was participat ing i n orchestra playing and singing in the chorus and as a vocal solois t. I e ntered the tenor class of vocal competition from Snowflake High Sc hool. W e attended the regional competition at Flagstaff where schools o f our rel ative size were competing from all of Arizona. This was sprin g of 1931 . I had had no opportunity to study voice under professional te achers. On ly my elementary and high school music teachers had coached m e briefly. J . Rufus Crandall was then my music teacher. Inez Rogers, a f riend and fel low classmate, was my piano accompanist. She had much mor e experience a s an accompanist and pianist that I had as a vocalist. Whe n we entered As hurst Auditorium at NAU it was the largest auditorium I h ad seen in all m y life. ‘Then a feeling came over me that the long wal k up to the stage a s my number was called was the most difficult test o f courage that coul d be contrived. Blood was pumping through legs, arm s and head at a most a ccelerated speed. Trembling began. Then as each co ntestant performed an d sang so artfully, I became more petrified than ev er. I didn’t say so t o my companion, but I felt it in my bones. Coul d I do a job of performin g as beautifully as each young tenor had done ? The young fellow from Pres cott High School was outstanding and I fel t that his interpretation of th e song “Dawn” by Pearl G. Curran, which w as the common song each tenor mu st perform, was perfect. I knew that i f I had any real competition in th e field, he was it. My number was next . I cannot remember the details o f the walk to the stage, but fear was t here. I do remember that when th e introductory bars were almost over tha t I had been silently asking fo r help from my Father in Heaven – not tha t I deserved to win first place , but that I would represent Him well, th at I would also represent my fam ily and my school credibly. The first wo rds were “Awake, my soul, thy daw n is here”, chanted on a F with the wor d “here” becoming an F#, a part o f an augmented Bb chord. I was awakene d, my voice was vibrant, but tremb ling. No artificiality or effort wen t into a tremolo. It was there in abu ndance. “In rainbow tints my soul i s bathed, the glorious light it long h as craved” came into reality. I se emed moved by young love, by competitio n, by the spirit of newborn freed om of expression. Then as the accompanim ent reached its freed and emanci pated tempo supporting the final “Awake ” on a high Eb and the tones of t he piano were drowned with the pedal rel ease a good feeling crept throug h my spine. I had given it all I was capa ble of doing! We walked down th e steps toward our seats less than scared . The big moment had not been a s terrible as imagination had made it. Tri umph is great!
Then there was the final hour when the third places, second places, an d w inners were to be announced in all categories. Trumpets, clarinets, t romb ones, and all instrumental groups were first. Vocals were last. Sopr anos , altos and then tenors. The air was tense. Applause was spontaneous . Dis appointments were there too. Boys high voice third place went to Pr escot t High School’s tenor who sang so confidently. Second place honore d a bo y from Camp Verde High who also had a magnificent voice. He sang w ith th e greatest ease.
I knew there were two avenues to look to by now. Either I could be annou n ced as first place winner or not be mentioned at all. To be prepared f o r defeat is not easy and alternately neither is being prepared to win , th ough it does, I confess, have brighter emotional surroundings.
The announcer was saying, “First place goes to” – then he paused as i f h e could not read it or perhaps he could not believe what he read, “Sn owfl ake High School, Lynn Hansen, Tenor.”
At the same moment my heart pounded, my feeling of triumph gradually gr e w to a swelling crescendo inside my being and then reality dawned upo n m e as I realized I was to walk back to the stage to receive the meda l fo r the recognition. I tried not to be obvioius with my proud feeling , bu t I fear that hiding it was not completely successful.
At high school in the days that followed, as well as the bus ride home , f riends were expressing their well wishes and their deepened friendshi p. T ownspeople and family recognized the honor and I enjoyed it. In prev iou s years, there had been a period of fighting for recognition among pe ers . It amounted to being the best horseman or the best plowboy or the b es t batter or catcher. At times it was a contest to see who could squi r t a stream of milk from the strategic position of the cow’s flank perch e d on a one-legged milk stool, and hit a target the farthest away. Altho ug h this was not always a contest having the same odds because the indiv idu al anatomy of each cow’s udder varied in size and egress structure, i t wa s nevertheless a fine contest. It also accounted for the stains, mil k mad e, bearing odd patterns lacking in art, which the wooden back wal l of th e milking shed exhibited. Not these winnings, nor the straightes t furro w for a potato seed bed could equal the growth that accompanied t he succe ss on the contest stage. I had a feeling of having grown to be a ccepted b y adults as well as peers. Adults became more important and pee rs somewha t less on the slightly broadened social base. There were momen ts recalle d when childhood social apprehensions now seemed silly. It gav e life a gr eater depth, a more significant value, a deeper meaning.
High School
High school in Lakeside, Arizona in 1929 consisted of two years of goo d t raining with limited facilities and limited faculty. There were no la bora tories for sciences. Other desirable facilities were obvious by thei r abs ence. It was for this reason that Lakeside students were transporte d by b us to Snowflake, a distance of 34 miles for junior and senior year s of sc hool. The bus picked us up at 7 a.m. and school was to convene a t 9 a.m . in Snowflake. At the beginning of a school year the bus was cro wded, bu t often by Christmas time some had dropped out of school and i t was neces sary to use private cars for transportation since there wer e not enough s tudents to justify running a bus for so few.
One year 1930-31 I stayed at Snowflake during the winter months. The arr a ngement was that I slept at Marion Rogers basement in return for doin g so me small chores for them. I ate with the David A Butler family and p aid f or meals with service such as milking and feeding their cow and cho ppin g wood for their heating and cooking stoves. This was an enjoyable e xperi ence and generous of the Rogers and Butlers. At Butlers one membe r of th e family contracted measles. Sister Butler warned me that I shoul d probab ly go home with the hope that I would not be exposed to them . I did go ho me on the bus that evening, but the warning came too late . I broke out wi th measles and exposed all members of my family. The dis ease is a crippli ng one. I was sorry to have been the cause of my brothe rs and sisters suf fering from it. It was recommended by neighbors and fr iends that we conva lesce in a darkened room so that light would not inju re our eyes. It wa s further thought best not to do any reading during th is period. There wa s some concern on my part about the fact that this wa s my senior year i n high school and missing classes for three to four we eks might eliminat e me from the graduation. I therefore felt it necessar y to do some smal l amount of reading and study to keep up hope of gradua tion. Not only di d I do this, but later I engaged in the practice of rea ding while the bu s was traveling. This proved to be very foolish judgeme nt. Measles, stud y during recovery and study on the bus were all respons ible for the opti c nerve damage which my eyes suffered. It was necessar y to immediately be gin wearing corrective glasses in order to be able t o see and read proper ly. At proper intervals my eyes were tested and ne w prescriptions were ma de to fit my eyes. They never seemed to improve , but rather to slowly cha nge toward poorer vision.
I now insert a letter I wrote to my Mother from Chicago when I was fifte e n.
Chicago, Illinois
December 3, 1928
Dear Mother,
I have so many things I want to tell you that it would take a book to h9 o ld them all. Well, this morning I got up just in time to catch the rap i d transit line to the International Stock Association. When we got ther e , we were shown through the 4H exhibits from all over this continent. T h e first exhibits were of the different classes of potatoes. Arizona sho ul d have been in on this potato exhibit. Most of the potatoes were Iris h Co bbler. I think, myself, that our own potatoes would have come might y clos e to first prize. Well, then there were the canned fruits and vege tables . Some of them looked nice but they don’t taste as good as yours d o. The n we went and seen the pigs, sheep, and cows from all over the con tinent . They had some of the biggest old pigs that were from six to eigh t fee t long, and three feet high. They were all alike in color and in si ze an d some of the sheep were so uniform in size and length of their woo l. Fro m twelve until four we watched the livestock show. Mr. Wilson (Cha rles E. ) won first on the bull and also first on horses.
After that we went to a dinner in the evening given by Mr. Wilson. We s a w some very fine comedies and dances. At seven o’clock we went back t o th e stock yard to the parade. “I” held the Arizona Banner while we mar che d around in the arena. There were fifty some odd states represented . (Inc luding Canadian provinces), and Mexico. I’m wondering if I can eve r get b ack to school work for thinking of these wonderful things. I can’ t writ e any more because Miss Bentley says it is bed time. We have a goo d comfo rtable bed and room Oh, yes! The elevator. I’m on the eighth floo r of th e Hotel (La Salle) and every time we have to go down or up we hav e to g o on the elevator. It’s sure lots of fun. Well, I will close .
Your loving son,
Lynn
After returning to school I was invited to tell students of various Nava j o country schools the tale of a country boy seeing the sights of the b i g city and the experience on the train as it crossed the “wide” Mississ ip pi river at night. Had modern technology have been possible, a tape re cor ding would surely have revealed an excited and exuberant high schoo l soph omore.
Bringing in the Cows
When the tasks were assigned at home and I did not get at them as soo n a s necessary, for the reason of playing with neighborhood friends at r acin g our riding ponies or some other favorite pastime, I usually had t o suff er the punishment. I recall a time that I was late getting off t o bring i n the milk cows. I hunted for them until it was well after dark . At time s I would stop the horse and listen for the cowbells. I never h eard any s o I shamefully rode home without the herd, knowing full well t hat there w ould be trouble. If I were to unsaddle the pony and put him o ut to grass , and slip into bed soon, I might get up early and find the h erd in the e arly dawn. It did not work that way. As soon as I reached th e house the q uestion came, “Where are the cows?” And, “What have you bee n doing that y ou could not find them?” No answer was good enough to sati sfy mother an d dad. Horse racing until dark fell was the excuse.
It was important to have the cows as soon as possible and even before mo r ning came. Udders would swell and mastitis would set in to make the mi l k unsaleable, so I was sent back to find them with instructions not t o re turn without them. If I ever faced a task that was distasteful, thi s wa s it. But I knew my punishment was just and deserved.
The moon was now down and only the stars to give light. I rode and stopp e d to listen and repeated the process without result. I did not get dow n o n my knees to pray but I did a lot of praying in the saddle. At time s i t was necessary to dismount and walk away from the horse whose breath in g caused the saddle to creak and groan as leather will do. Cows do no t sw ing their heads when lying down to rest and so no bells could be hea rd. I t seemed a long tiresome time. At last in a clearing I repeated th e walk- away from the saddle noise, and thought a tinkle of bells was sli ghtly au dible. I listened more intently and sure enough it was clear tha t I was n ear them. What made the cow shake her head I will never know bu t it may h ave been she was tired and got up to change positions.
Going home with the herd was even a bit joyful because I’d had an answ e r to prayer and was successful in doing what I had been sent to do.
A Life-saving Experience
At about age twelve I was sent to Uncle Han’s place to bring back a harr o w. The wagon had a hay rack on it and on the way back as the road turn e d north, the team got frightened at something and began to run. I trie d t o stop them with the usual pulling on the lines and yelling, Whoa! Bu t th ey got out of control because the hay rack had slipped forward so fa r tha t it was hitting the team on the rump. I was just about to be pulle d of f the front of the wagon by the ever forward sliding of the rack, st ill t rying to slow the pace of the frightened horses. The next thing I k new , I saw my father running toward the lane. He ran right in front of t he r acing horses and took his risk to try to save both myself and horse s fro m catastrophe. Miraculously the horses understood him and as he gra bbed t he bit of the horse nearest to him, they came to a stop with the h ay rac k riding partly on their backs and partly on the front end of th e wagon . I can now reflect that only the Lord could have entered in to t he situa tion and saved an inexperienced boy from death or serious injury , and a f ather from sure death.
Other such occasions have been equally as dangerous to my well being. T h e Lord has in every instance been there when I needed His help. I cann o t explain why I have been considered worthy to have escaped death so ma n y times, but I am deeply grateful to my Heavenly Father for his care. T he re have been horse and car potential fatalities, all of which appear t o h ave been watched over by my Maker.
In my humble way, I have tried to live worthy of the guidance of the Ho l y Ghost and his promptings. There were times that I have been warned n o t to do certain things that might have resulted in disaster. Each tim e i t has been clear that it does pay to heed the still small voice whic h whi spers to us.
Later life experiences
Drivers License Miracle
While we (my wife, children and I) were residing at Mesa, Arizona and do i ng business as Hansen Music Co, I took the drivers license test at a re ne wal period and was denied a license. I was convinced that having had l itt le trouble with my driving trucks and automobiles that I should conte st t he rather arbitrary denial by a State official so I hired an attorne y, J . Lamar Shelley to take my case to the courts of the state .
Preparatory to this hearing of Lynn H. Hansen vs. the State of Arizon a , I was gathering witnesses and information to present at the bench t o su pport my battle for a driving privilege. An optometrist, Junius D. B ower s had driven from Showlow, Arizona behind my vehicle and had observe d th e care with which I operated my car. I was unaware he was on the roa d a t all. He was also my eye doctor. Leora Peterson had ridden as a pass enge r in my car for an extended tour. She was happy to testify in my beh alf . Also Arland Branch, who was conducting driver education in Mesa, Ar izon a, was contacted to give me some reaction tests as a driver. He wa s a wit ness. We arrived at the court house in Phoenix at the time schedu led by t he Clerk of the Court but there was no local judge who could hea r the cas e. My attorney began asking if there were any visiting judges a nd he foun d a gentleman, Judge Hardy of Kingman, Arizona, who was not sc heduled fo r a few hours and who welcomed the opportunity to serve. As Ju dge Hardy w as hearing the State’s arguments and reading into the recor d false inform ation concerning a little Fitch girl who had run in fron t of my auto on S outh Mesa Drive and had been knocked down to the paveme nt by the impact b ut not run over, their attorney testified that I had k illed the little gi rl. My mind was quite disturbed by his falsifying thi s record to the judg e and I whispered to my attorney that we should refu te the testimony. H e said, “be calm. We have nothing to worry about.”
This was nevertheless a point over which I worried. As I was called to t h e stand for questioning, I was obedient to my counsel and did not do an yt hing except answer questions that were put to me by both sides. The at tor ney for the State said that he was resting his case. My attorney sai d h e had no further questions and I knew that all of my witnesses had gi ve n excellent reports.
At this point Judge Hardy said that he would not have to retire to delib e rate on the case, but would rule now. He indicated that the State of Ar iz ona had been quite arbitrary in the action and decisions and he woul d cho ose to be arbitrary also and seeing there had been no precedent est ablish ed he was ording the State to issue me a license to drive with cer tain co nditions being met, and further that no recording of testimony b e permitt ed as Court procedure and that the State bear the cost of the c ase excep t formy attorney’s fees, which I was to pay.
My gratitude to the judge could not be adequately expressed. I was mos t i mpressed by his honesty, fairness, and human understanding which no t al l judges possess.
For a few years thereafter I continued to drive an automobile, but whe n w e moved to Denver, Colorado I passed their driving test satisfactoril y an d did driving there for six years. Upon moving to Utah in 1963 I gav e u p driving after I saw the type of reading test used in Utah. I kne w I cou ld not pass it. Since this time, I have relied upon my wife and c hildre n to do the driving. This is an inconvenience to them and to me, b ut fact s are facts and we are under the necessity of bowing to them.
When we purchased a house in Provo we found a location close enough t o m y employment at Brigham Young University, that I found it convenien t to w alk to and from work.
My Father’s Passing
When my father passed away on Father’s Day 1957, we were still livin g i n Mesa and doing business there. We had decided to go to Lakeside, Ar izon a to visit my Father and Mother on that day. We were driving Southwa rd i n the lane at Woodland, headed toward their home about 9:00 in the m ornin g. Their car was coming the opposite direction. We stopped and aske d wher e they were going. Dad said he didn’t feel well and was going to M cNary t o see his doctor (Dysterheft). We asked them to return to the hou se and s uggested they get into our car to make the trip. When we arrive d at the H ospital the Doctor suggested that he be put into a hospital be d for check ing and observation.
Upon getting him comfortably settled in bed we drove back to their hom e . My mother was quite worried and tired so we decided to lie down and h av e a nap. All of us were sleeping when a messenger came to the door bea rin g the news that my Father had died. We drove to the Doctors house t o lear n the details of his death. He told us that Dad had a heart attac k of suc h a nature that the blood ceased immediate flow and there woul d have bee n no pain or struggle as he passed. The nurse, my cousin, Shir ley Stratto n Jones was present at the hospital on the occasion and confi rmed the doc tor’s observations that he was lying as peaceful as though h e had gone t o sleep when they discovered he had gone.
Since that time it has been difficult for my mother to accept the fact s t hat attended his passing. She had depended on him for so many of th e busi ness transactions and money and land management that she was mor e than co mmonly unaware of the way these affairs should be handled. Will s and deed s were in order but she had signed them with little knowledg e of why an d how business was conducted. She has done an admirable job o f getting th ings under control, but I feel that wives should share in th ose affairs a s they arise to prevent the frustrations of learning them u nder necessit y the hard way.
Forgiveness
In the move to Denver in 1957 (to work for Hansen Bros. Printing) ther e w ere some financial arrangements that did not please me fully. We enjo ye d our stay there for six years but in 1963 we found it necessary to le av e the corporation under duress. As it was a mental strain and a terrib l e emotional shock to us we harbored feelings against my brothers. In re tr ospect we realized this was the wrong attitude to have taken. There we r e blessings attendant to the move and the new job and schooling that sh ou ld more than offset the feelings of grudge that existed. My wife an d I ta lked it over and prayed about the solution of the difficulty.
With the encouragement of the spirit of the Holy Ghost we decided to g o t o Denver to the Piano Technicians Convention held in the New Albany H otel . While we were there we made contact with my borthers and visited w ith t hem asking their forgiveness for our errors and shortcomings hopin g tha t they could forgive us as we had forgiven them. It was a happy mee ting . There were tears of joy and a good feeling of having done the righ t thi ng. Since then, our peace of mind has been wonderful. It has also b rough t much comfort to our mother. She had suffered because of our estra ngemen t.
Now dear children and grandchildren, if you will remember a few simple w a ys of life that I have learned to be helpful, I believe you too will b e p rotected and preserved to have a fullness of joy and a certain satisf acti on that the clean life and obedient life is the only way.
These things observe to do; read the scriptures often and learn the wa y s of the Lord. Observe to pray both vocally and in secret continually . Pr ayer puts you in communication with your Heavenly Father. Keep all o f Hi s commandments and contribute more than you are asked to give to hel p bui ld His kingdom. This is the only sure way to be happy here and als o herea fter. | Hansen, Lynn Herman (I161454)
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AUTOBIOGRAPHY OF WILLARD WHIPPLE
I, Willard Whipple, was born at Provo, Utah, the 16th of March, 1858, t h e son of Edson and Harriet Yeager Whipple. My father was born at Dummer st on, Windham County, Vermont, on the 5th of February 1805. He was the s o n of John and Basmuth Hutchens Whipple who were descendents of early se tt lers in New England.
My mother was born in Gloucester County, New Jersey, near to Philadelphi a , Penn. She was born 15 July, 1826, the daughter of John and Ann Hyat t Ye ager who were descendants of the early Dutch settlers in Pennsylvani a .
I first saw the light of day in a large two story adobe house in the nor t hwest room or entry, on the ground floor which mother used as a bedroo m . The house was situated on the south west corner of the first block so ut h of the City Park which was called the West City Square during my res ide nce in Provo. Since, it has been made into a beautiful park called Pi onee r Park. My first recollections are of playing on the streets of Prov o wit h the neighbor children and of going to the fields with my older si ster t o gather wild flowers and pick ground cherries .
I always liked to fish and I got my first fishing thrill when my mothe r b ent a pin for a fishing hook and tied it to a piece of thread for a l in e and a willow stick for a pole. I baited the hook with a grub worm th a t I dug out of our
woodpile. I sat down on the bank of the stream with my bare feet hangi n g into the water and cast the
pin into the stream. In a few minutes I hooked a sucker about twelve o r f ourteen inches long and pulled him out. I jumped
up and ran home as fast as I could to show my mother .
When I got older we would go down to the lake and skate all day long i n t he winter time. Sometimes skating fifteen miles across the lake and b ack . As a barefooted boy I raked hay with a hand rake until I was so tir ed t hat I could hardly walk out of the field. The grain was cut with cra dle s and raked and bound by hand. This was before railroad times in
Utah. All of our imports had to be hauled nearly two thousand miles acro s s the plains by ox team. Dry goods and groceries were very high. Calic o w as fifty cents a yard, sugar fifty cents a pound and other things i n prop ortion. Most of our shoes were made by local shoemakers from leath er tann ed by our local tanners. All of our stocking were made fro m
wool grown, corded, spun and knitted at home. Much of our clothing was p r ovided the same way, woven on hand looms .
I had a narrow escape when 1 was but a lad. Canby Scott and I were herdi n g cows when George Thatcher came running into the field and wanted u s t o hurry over to see the new thresher. We were excited as boys alway s wer e when the thresher came to town. We ran through the fields, forget ting a ll about the cows. Now it happened that my mother had always warne d me t o keep away from a thresher, for she had dreamed once when I was j ust a b aby that I was seriously hurt in one of them .
"Now, come here, fellows," said George. "I want to show you somethin g o n the other side." So we started to scoot acros s
the tumbling rod that ran from the power unit to the machine. I had a bu t ton off of my cuff and as I stepped over the rod ,
my sleeve caught on the rod. As quick as lightning, I was pulled over a n d around the rod. Luckily my clothes gave way, o r
I would have been killed or hurt seriously. As it was I was left naked e x cept for my worn home made straw hat. The rest o f
my clothes were wrapped around the tumbling rod in ribbons. The men stop p ed the machine, took the rags from the rod an d
made me a breach cloth and we went back to our herding .
The school terms were usually three months long. Our studies consiste d o f reading, writing, and arithmetic with a littlegeography. When I wa s old er, I attended the Brigham Young Academy for awhile with Karl G. Ma eser a s a teacher.
I was now past twenty years old and according to law and custom I was o l d enough to go out on my own and assum e
the responsibility of making a living for myself. Farm products were ha r d to sell for cash. Flour was selling for $1.50 pe r
hundred, oats 75¢ per hundred, apples 25¢ a bushel, potatoes 25¢ a bush e l and other products in proportion. Father decide d
to let me take a load of apples and oats and go into Nevada to the mini n g towns and sell the produce and then stay out ther e
if I could get a job. We left 'Provo about the 15th of September 1878 . W e got jobs hauling and cutting cord wood for the mine mills .
On December 2, 1880 I left camp alone with my horse, mule and a dog. I c o vered approximately 700 miles, riding about an averag e
of 35 miles a day and arrived in Provo on the 19th. I found my parents h a d sold their home and property and gone to Arizona ,
leaving on the 8 Oct. 1880. I worked around Provo until 13 May 1882 an d d ecided to follow my parents to Arizona .
At Lee's Backbone, we were following a narrow winding track, the surfa c e of which was at times steep, slick, and almost impassible .
It was hardly wide enough in places for a knife blade to wedge between t h e solid rock and the wagon hubs. Several times we ha d
to unload the sacks of seed and grain because of the steep pitch where t h e mules could not get foot hold on the round slick rocks .
Then we had the task of carrying the bags up the pitch and reloading the m . We had to repeat this ordeal many times before the summi t
was reached. The descent was quite as dangerous. We had to chain all fo u r wheels many times. Even then the wagon would run int o
the heels of the mules, exciting them and increasing the danger. Often w a gon, mules, and all would jog down over the banks o f
rocks four or five feet at a time. Water was the greatest problem. We ar r ived at Adair, Arizona, where our parents had settled on the 9 July 188 2.
Their little fort was used as a public building for many years. In thi s b uilding, the first organization of the Showlow Ward wa s
made 13 May 1884 with Hans Hansen Sr. as Bishop, William Ellsworth as 1 s t counselor and Willard Whipple as second counselor. Ther e
were 135 members of this ward in September of 1884 .
On the 23 Sept 1884 I was married to Emma Melissa Oliver by William Ells w orth, Justice of the Peace.. We were married at Emma's home.That nigh t w e moved into our own home, a two roomed lumber house that 1 had buil t dur ing the summer. Next morning we left to go t o
Woodruff to buy our housekeeping equipment and furniture. The A.C.M.I. s t ore was in Woodruff at that time. We bought a ne w
stove which cost 36 dollars, a bedstead and six chairs, a wash tub, cook i ng utensils and dishes, and a small supply of provisions .
Charles Jarvis, the clerk at the store congratulated us on being abl e t o pay cash for our goods. We lived in this lumber hous e
for about a year and a half. We had to carry water up the cliffs in buck e ts for doing the laundry. While living here our firs t
child wad born Saturday, August 29, 1885 and he died the same day abou t o ne o'clock in the morning. We called him Joseph .
On February 16, 1886 we moved to our homestead about three miles south a n d west of the Whipple ranch. 1 had built a one roo m
log cabin in a clearing in the timber on the homestead and had begun t o f ence the land. All water for household purposes wa s
hauled in wooden barrels by team and wagon, from the river which was abo u t two miles away.. At first all the animals had to b e
driven to the river for water. A little later 1 dug by hand a well thirt y -five feet deep, which helped with water for the stock, but was
too hard for household purposes. Sometimes it would go dry during dry s e asons of the year.
In 1888 Willard began keeping a daily journal. It depicts the hard wor k a nd ingenuity it took to wrest a living from th e
surroundings of those days. It also gives the names of the settlers wh o l ived in the area, shows how the humble homes were hospitabl e
to neighbors and passersby. It shows their faithfulness in attending t o t heir church duties, how simple pleasures were shared and ho w
people responded with love and sympathy in times of sickness and death .
Adair at that time was a part of Apache County, with St. Johns as the co u nty seat. It was necessary to travel there to pay taxe s
or settle legal problems. The Indians were still not considered too frie n dly. They would occasionally drive off cattle or horses ,
and also might kill a beef. Sometimes they wandered into the homes. The i r daughter Lydia tells the following incident which happene d
in 1887:
"Father and mother were living on our homestead, and this autumn afterno o n she had taken me, a baby of six months or so ,
and had gone over the hill to visit her mother. Father was down in the c o rn-crib, which was between two other buildings ,
shucking corn when he heard a gunshot. He stepped out from behind the bu i ldings in time to see an Indian leaving the hous e
with a gun. Father started toward him. The Indian fired another shot a n d then motioned for father to go back. Father kept walkin g
towards him, but the Indian fired another shot and again motioned for fa t her to go back. So he thought it best to obe y
and stepped back between the buildings. The Indian then took the gun a n d crept along the fence until he reached his horse whic h
was tied on the hill, mounted and rode away .
As soon as the Indian was gone, Father went to the field and caught hi s h orse and went for his brother-in-law, Will, and his brother, Edson. T he y traced the Indian until dark and then returned home. The Indian tol d hi s friends in camp that night that he had traded his horse for the gu n, bu t the next morning they discovered that he had both the gun and th e horse . They knew he had stolen the gun, for they had all been a t
father's a few days before and had tried to buy the gun and he had refus e d to sell it. In a few days a couple of the young Indians brought the g u n back to father and apologized for the misdeed. One of the young India n s was Alchesay, who later became chief of the Apache Tribe. He was the i r chief until he died in about 1952 and he was respected by the white p eo ple as well as the Indians."
During the year 1888, Willard tore down some of the buildings on the Whi p ple Ranch and used the material to add two more rooms to hi s
one room log cabin and other buildings .
Willard was a school trustee, a Justice of the Peace, 29 Dec 1894, freig h ted with a 6-horse team, sheep herding after he bought sheep ,
was on the Irrigation Board, ran a general merchandise store, raised mar e s and blooded stallions (a Clydesdale called Prince and on e
called Tobe) and was a counselor in the Bishopric for thirty-four year s , serving under two bishops.
Willard and Emma decided in 1897 that they wanted to go to Utah and be s e aled in the Temple. Accordingly, on the 4 Aug 1897 the y
left horne in a double bed wagon. The wagon had a good canvas cover a n d a chuck box on the back that had a lid to make a table to us e
in preparing meals. They had a four horse team pull the wagon .
Lydia says,"The food tasted so good on the trip. Father did most of th e c ooking over the fire, and food has never in my life taste d
so good as that. There were baking powder biscuits, and dutch oven potat o es seasoned with home grown pork and onions, goo d
gravy that was super. We bought butter and cheese and fruit along the w a y from the farms we passed. After we had been on th e
road for twenty-seven days, we reached Aurora, Utah and visited there f o r several days with our relatives. We also visited i n
Salina and Mr. Pleasant. Father went on the train to Provo and visited h i s relatives and friends while the rest of us staye d
in Mr. Pleasant with Mother's sister Lucinda. When Father returned we v i sited in Fairview, had a family picture made and on th e
15 Sep. began the journey home. We drove as far as Manti and were seal e d in the Temple. Mother made white dresses for the girl s
and herself. We got home on the 23 October . "
In Nov 1903, Willard.moved his family to Showlow. There was a good lumb e r building on it. Four large rooms, built in a row wit h a
porch running the full length of the front, painted a dark red outside a n d lath and plaster on the inside comprised their new home .
No barns or sheds. Lydia says," We hauled water from the ditch that w a s a couple of blocks or so north east of us at the foot o f
the rise. We children each had our turn of guiding Old Nig and the liza r d to the ditch many times a week, and filling the barre l
with water and bringing it back to the house. Though this was an improve m ent over what it had been at the ranch, it got monotonou s
to fetch so many turns. Mother made a flower garden now that she had acc e ss to more water."
Bishop Owens decided to donate one room of his large red hay barn to b e r emodeled and used as a church, a school, and a communit y
gathering place, 1904-5. Lydia says, "You could hear the horses in the s t able at the back end of the building munching hay, an d
the barnyard smell permeated the air of the room where we met. Sometim e s the singing of the hens about drowned out the singin g
of our voices."
In 1932 Willard built a new five room house just south of the old hous e . They fixed a pump and piped water into the hous e
and had hot water and a kitchen sink and a bathroom for the first tim e i n their lives. Soon electricity was brought in also .
Sep 23, 1934 they celebrated their Golden Wedding Anniversary. All of th e ir children and grandchildren were there and Willard' s
brothers Brigham, Edson, and Hyrum and many of their friends .
It was held in the church-house.
When Willard was eighty years old he still did many chores, and loved ca r ing for the beautiful flowers he had planted in hi s
yard. He was to the very last a member of the irrigation board and al s o a very interested citizen and participant in the othe r
affairs of the community.
The last few years of his life, he and Emma spent the winters in Mesa wo r king in the Temple and visiting-relatives. In 193 6
Willard had two cancers of his face treated in Phoenix. They predicte d h e would not live a year. However, he lived fiv e
years and did not die from the cancers, but suddenly on 5 Apr 1941 .
(Taken from his daily diary published by his daughter s
Lydia Hansen and Alzada Stratton.) | Whipple, Willard (I50409)
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