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Joseph served as a rifleman in Capt. William J. Blanchard's company in t h e "Bucktail Regiment" of the Old Pennsylvania Rifles. He enlisted at t h e age of 18, was 5' 5 1/2" tall, had light complexion and blue eyes. | Ames, Joseph Van Harmon (I145822)
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Joseph Wammer Ellicock was born June 7, 1862 to Samuel Ellicock Jr. an d M ary Ann Bowler, in Leicester, Leicestershire, England. He was the se con d child, with Samuel Bowler being born two years earlier. Samuel, how ever , died at age 4. That same year Ann Elizabeth was born, and later Sa rah J ane, and James Samuel Bowler were born .
When Joseph was about 10 years old (1872) his parents divorced, becau s e his mother and father disagreed about their religious affiliations. M ar y Ann was a member of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saint s an d his father was not. His father, in fact, was quite bitter agains t his w ife’s religious beliefs and Mary Ann felt she should leave her hu sband, S amuel. At that time Mary Ann and her children, including Josep h moved t o Nottingham to live with Mary Ann’s younger brother, James Sam uel Page B owler, who was also a Latter-Day Saint.
By 24 May 1879, it was arranged for Mary Ann and her two youngest child r en, Sarah and James to go to St. George, Utah in America. Joseph had be e n working out and stayed in Nottingham along with his sister Elizabeth . J oseph served seven years apprentice in the shoe trade with Uncle Jame s S. P. Bowler at Nottingham.
Joseph became interested in the Gospel when he was fourteen and aske d t o be baptized. When the Elders came they talked to him and made him w ai t another month just to impress upon his mind the importance of this s te p he was taking. He was baptized 22 December 1975.
In America Joseph’s mother had married a Bro. Benjamin Frederick Blak e a nd Mr. Blake’s son, also named Benjamin, had seen pictures of Elizabe th a nd wanted her to leave England and come to Utah and marry him. So i t wa s arranged that Elizabeth and Joseph would travel to Utah. Elizabeth ’s fa re was paid for by her intended spouse, but money was borrowed fro m Josep h’s step-father for his fare, with the intent he would pay it bac k afte r his arrival in Utah. Joseph arrived in Salt Lake in June 1881, t here h e stayed three weeks with Brother Dunbar, who was in charge of th e tithin g office or building. Joseph went there nearly everyday where h e met Bish op Bunter whom he liked very much. This man impressed upon hi s mind the i mportance of tithing, which he never forgot .
Joseph then traveled to St. George, arriving 4 July 1881. Joseph got wo r k and paid back the money for his passage. And Bro. Blake adopted the f ou r children and they took the name of Blake. Also, all the children wer e a ll re-baptized, when they got to St. George.
Joseph went to Leeds, Utah for two years and worked for a Mr. Pixto n i n his vineyard and orchard. And in 1886 he met Harriet Ellen Fuller “ Nell ie” of Leeds whom he married on 3 April 1887 in the St. George Templ e. Jo seph was now 24 years old. A few days after the wedding, Joseph an d Harri et moved to Mill Creek, Utah, near Salt Lake City. But later in t he autum n of that year, he heard of some very promising land near Gree n River, So uth East of Salt Lake. Joseph took his team and wagon to Sal t Lake to ge t supplies for himself and his brother Samuel to move with . But while i n Salt Lake, Joseph met Samuel Carter, the brother to the m an who convert ed his mother to Mormonism. Samuel Carter suggested that J oseph instead o f going to Green River, move to Deseret, South West of Sa lt Lake. Josep h took the recommendation and they moved to Deseret, in Mi llard County, U tah. Here Joseph and Harriet’s first child was born, Jose ph Elijah Blake . The next year they moved to Salt Lake where James Walla ce was born. I t was difficult to have this son only live 3 days. But i t was while Josep h and family were living in Salt Lake, that Joseph ha d the opportunity t o work on the Salt Lake Temple for a short time.
On 16 Mar 1890, they moved back to Deseret. On 24 May 1891, the Hinckl e y Ward was organized by Francis M. Lyman. The Blake family then belong e d in the Hinckley Ward. It was here that the last five of their childr e n were born. Joseph and his wife also took five other children into the r e home and raised them. (Herbert M. Bjorhoude, Fred R. Allen, etc.)
Joseph built a log house. He worked and got well piping and hand dril l ed a well. He planted a row of trees along his 160 acre farm. You cou l d see his trees from anywhere in the valley. (A few were still alive i n 1 960).
With Joseph’s large amount of acreage, he gave half to his brother Jame s , when he came from St George. Then Sister Theobald, President of the R el ief Society, asked for 1/2 acres for a Relief Society Building. This h e l ater gave to her. He gave 1/2 acre to Bishop Pratt for a church house , bu t for some reason they built the church house 1/2 mile farther south . Yea rs later, however, Bishop Stratton saw a need of a new church and i t wa s built on the land Joseph had given the Hinckley Ward years before . He a lso gave 10 acres to the LDS Church, on which they built the Milla rd Acad emy.
Joseph earned his living by bailing hay, threshing grain and farmin g i n Hinckley and Bawley Mountain. He never went to school a day, but le arne d to read and write. In 1904, at age 42, he spent 2 years on a missi on t o Denver, Colo. He converted and baptized members into the LDS Churc h. On e family by the name of Payne, who lived in Rocky Ford, Colorado, w ere ba ptized by Elder Blake. It was an amazing thing to leave your home , famil y and farm to serve away as a missionary and the chores fell to t he wif e and children to carry on until the call was fulfilled.
Joseph returned to Hinckley and his family and was later elected mayo r f or two terms being the second mayor of Hinckley. He taught Sunday Sch oo l and was second counselor to Bro. Garder in the Office of Stake Relig io n class. Also, he was first counselor to Supt. Garder of the Sunday Sc hoo l. His brother James was Sheriff. And in 1918, there was a flu epidem ic i n Hinckley, 12 died, and Joseph’s youngest brother James was nearl y lost .
During the Christmas Holiday, Joseph and his brother, James, and thei r d aughters Alta and Lois visited Joseph’s mother and other relatives i n St . George. Joseph’s brother wrote:
“During this visit our hearts were turned to our own father Samuel Elli c ock and we went to our Bishop for recommends to do temple work. Bro. Da vi d H. Cannon met us outside the church after Sunday Meeting. All at onc e h e said, "Boys what are you doing for your father?" He urged upon us t he n ecessity of doing the work and told us to visit him in his office i n th e Temple and he would make known just what to do. Our recommends cam e b y mail and a nice letter from our Bishop. Bro. Cannon told us to ge t ou r own father Samuel Ellicock and Mother Mary Ann Bowler sealed toget her a nd us children sealed to them, as well as the dead ones. This wor k was do ne 29 Dec 1915. Father Samuel Ellicock and mother Mary Ann Bowle r were se aled in the St. George Temple. Joseph Wamner Ellicock Blake sta nding in b ehalf of his father, who is dead. The following children wer e sealed to o ur parents. Our good brother-in-law Henry Tennyson Atkin ac ting for fathe r Samuel by proxy, Joseph Wamner for his brother Samuel (d eceased) and i n behalf of himself. Ann Elizabeth Blake Schmutz for and i n behalf of he r dead mother, Ann Elizabeth Taylor Ellicock Blake. Sara h Jane Ellicock A tkin and James Samuel for themselves. Mother Mary Ann B owler Ellicock Bla ke standing for herself. Bro Cannon stated we must con tinue to be known i n the world and elsewhere as Blake's and that both se alings would stand . And that in the morning of the Resurrection, if ou r own father Samuel E llicock was faithful, father Blake being a just man , would turn us over t o our own father and we will be connected by thi s Temple work to him. Thi s work was most pleasant.”
Later there was a point when Joseph was having a bad time and lost mo s t of his holdings. Then his wife died, leaving him with Alta, their unm ar ried daughter, to take care of. Four years later, Alta got sleeping si ckn ess while going to school at BYU in Provo .
Joseph always enjoyed fine health and after his wife died, he spent o n e winter in St George doing Temple Work. He had outlived all his brothe r s and sisters, his wife and all his children, except his oldest son Jos ep h Elijah. At the age of 78 years, he went every month to Manti and di d te mple work for the dead. In March 1940, he went on a six day trip, o n th e temple bus, and did temple work in the Mesa Arizona Temple and th e St . George Temple. While on his trip he had the pleasure of going to t he Gr and Canyon and to Boulder Dam. This was a very inspiring trip fo r a man o f 78 year.
Joseph Wammer Ellicock Blake died four years later, 6 Jan 1944 in Prov o , Utah at the age of 82 years, in an old folks home.
Letters written by Joseph W. Blake to his family while on his missio n t o Colorado.
Victor, Colo. 29 Sep 1906
My Dear Wife and loved ones at home ,
I just received your most very welcome letter and was glad to learn th a t you were getting along pretty well. I was sorry to hear that grandma r d oes not get better very fast, if she only had my appetite, she woul d ge t along alright for that is what she needs. If she could get to eati ng ri ght good, she would soon get fat. It seems as though I can eat mos t anyth ing that comes along, like ice cream. I was just going over to Cr ipple Cr eek to get some for Sister Daines, for she makes it fast and i t tastes ho me like. We are going to hold a street meeting there tonigh t and also tom orrow night. All is going well so we will have a good tim e visiting man y friends over there tomorrow.
We have held two street meetings here in Victor this week. One day it r a ined all day. But the weather is very nice now again. I guess that i t i s getting quite cool down there now and maybe then you will want a st ov e in grandmar’s room, so she will keep warm and she will stand more co l d when she gets better. But I hope that this letter will find you all s om e better. I am well and getting on fine .
Good for James. Has he got off on his Mission at last. That is good f o r him, it will be the making of him, just what he needs. It will be th e b est thing that ever happened to him. Who will take his place in the S unda y School Class? They seem to be awaking the people around about Hinc kle y County, sending so many Missionaries. It shows that we have good pe opl e there. I guess that they will send Bro. Nuttalls from Salt Lake t o Denv er and then they may send him from there to these parts. But it i s hard t o tell much about it.
Remember me to Rich Cropper and tell him that two years out here wil l b e better then two Thousand Dollars to him and surely he can get alon g wit h the people all right when an old buggar like myself can get alon g wit h him. For I have always got along the best kind and have made frie nds wh erever I would go and that is the foundation of success to the Mis sion wo rk.
Tell Vilate that it does not look much like they are through with me he r e yet, so I guess that I will not get to see her. Say good luck and by e b ye.
I married a young couple the other day, so you see that I am in a fin e b usiness here. There was a large crowd there to see them married, bu t th e best of it was after the weddin’ we partook of one of the finest s upper s that I ever seen in all my life, and you know Dear such things a s tha t agrees with me the best, for that is the good part of a mission .
I pray the Lord to bless you one and all and I hope that all will be we l l with you and hope and pray that grandmar will soon be alright. Rememb e r me to all our friends and tell them that I am just as happy as ever a n d so is Bro. Hengen and wife getting along this season.
Bless the little family.
Good bye, J.W. Blake
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Joshua Terry was born in Albion, Home District, Upper Canada, which is n o w Ontario, August 11, 1825. While yet in his youth he moved to Missour i w ith his parents, was baptized a member of the Church of Latter-day Sa ints , June 20, 1840, by William Allred, confirmed by William Allred an d Jac k Ways. He was ordained a deacon by Elisha Everts, a teacher, in Na uvoo , Illinois, and an Elder in the Endowment House in Salt Lake City, J une 2 0, 1865. A Seventy, by Elder Erastus Snow of the Council of Twelve , a Hig h Priest and set apart to preside. over the Shoshone Mission by P residen t Taylor May 9, 1881, and very soon left on his mission to the In dians, a t the Shoshone Agency in Wyoming. He was set apart as a Patriarc h by Elde r John Henry Smith, a member of the council of Twelve, May 5, 1 901,
He passed through the Missouri persecutions with his father's family a n d was driven from his home when the Saints were expelled from Missour i an d settled in Nauvoo, Illinois. He assisted in the erection of the Na uvo o Temple and attended many meetings where he heard the voice of the P roph et Joseph Smith many times. It was in this city in a little grove th at h e saw and heard the Prophet roll the responsibilities of the churc h upo n the shoulders of the Twelve Apostles. While at this meeting he wi tnesse s a very miraculous healing, a great crowd had gathered in the gro ve whil e listening to the words of the Prophet, a plank seat that was ov ertaxe d with the weight of men gave way, falling on one of the men's leg s, smas hing it to pieces. The Prophet placed the broken bones in place a nd lai d his hands upon it and asked God, our Eternal Father, to bless an d hea l the leg and make it well and strong. The leg looked like a vesse l tha t had been broken in many pieces and then glued together, the man a rose a nd walked to his house and in later years he walked across the pla ins t o Utah.
In 1841, Mr. Terry joined the Nauvoo Legion, serving under Lieut. Gener a l Joseph Smith; he also spent part of his time rafting freight down th e M ississippi River. In 1846, he moved with the main body of the churc h fro m Nauvoo into Iowa. Soon after he pooled his interests with Lehi Sa vage a n old man. In the spring of 1847, they left Winter Quarters in th e Georg e B. Wallace Company, arriving in the Salt Lake Valley in Septemb er 28, 1 847. He settled first in Salt Lake City where as a pioneer he as sisted i n the building, of the Old Fort. He drove the first team aroun d what is n ow known as Beck's Hot Springs in Davis County. He was one o f the first o f the pioneers to drive up through Box Elder County and o n into the Bea r River country. In October of the same year 1847, he walk ed over to Chur ch Island in the Great Salt Lake on dry ground, the low l evel of the lak e and the exposure of high wind making it possible.
Mr. Terry and Mr. Savage worked at odd jobs in the harvest fields and ca n yons Soon after Their arrival, they made a camp on Little Willow Cree k no w known as Draper, Salt Lake County. Savage then married a widow who m h e met on the journey and this was the first marriage in Utah. After t he m arriage Terry's troubles began, for this woman was a termagant, an d he ha d to get out or starve. He was given a peck of wheat as his shar e of th e pooled harvest earnings and this and his gun he started for ne w pasture s. It chanced that James Pollock, an overland freighter was cam ping in th e Valley, having been cut off the church for apostasy. He wa s now on hi s way to California. Terry hired out to this man agreeing t o give his ser vices, his peck of wheat and his gun for transportation, a nd board to Cal ifornia, They traveled as far as Fort Hall on the Snake R iver when a repo rt of Indian troubles on the Humbolt reached them and Po llock decided t o abandon the trip. He got in with the Government Agent , Captain John Gra nt at Fort Hall, leaving Terry to herd horses and do d rudgery around th e camp, while he spent
his time at the Fort.
Terry resided here for two months which made him a pioneer of Idaho, a t l ast he became discouraged and decided to try something else. Throug h th e influence of Pollock, Captain Grant refused to employ him even fo r hi s board and hence he must be a slave to Pollock or strike out afoo t witho ut a gun or sufficient clothing, to try to find some other fort o r an Ind ian camp.
One kind heart at Fort Hail, a Doctor Rogers, gave him three dry biscui t s and half a pound of jerked beef. The Doctor advised him to try to rea c h Fort Bridger, two hundred miles away, The first part of the way he li ve d chiefly on sego and thistle roots; his moccasins soon became badly w orn , a heavy snow storm came up, and his feet became raw and bleeding, s o h e could not travel very fast. One day he had traveled all day throug h nea rly a foot of snow without anything to eat and without seeing a liv ing th ing, the wind was bleak and cold, night was coming on and he was a bout t o give up in despair, feeling that he would perish before morning , He kne lt in prayer. When he arose he noticed a large black rock in th e shape o f a coffin. He went over to it and on examining it found a hol e on one si de. He crept into this hole out of the storm and the wind. Al though it wa s cold and black as pitch inside it furnished a shelter fo r the night.
He had not been in there long when he heard something approaching whic h p roved to be an animal of some kind. It had also come to the coffin sh ape d rock for shelter. They remained together in the rock all night, th e war mth of the animal's body warmed him and kept him quite comfortable . The n ext morning, just before day-light, the animal crawled out and we nt on it s way and as it grew light, Terry crawled out too, feeling non e the wors e for sleeping with his new bedfellow. This, Terry regarded a s a miracl e caused by the influence and power of the Holy Spirit over th e animal, i n answer to his prayer.
He was soon on his way without breakfast as he had nothing to eat. The o n ly human being he met in the days of travel were roving Indians. Durin g t he day he became so faint and weak, having had nothing to eat for thr ee o r four days, he was about to give up in despair but he knelt down an d ask ed the Lord to show him some way to get food or relief from his mis ery b y death. When he arose he saw a smoke in the distance, so he decide d whet her it be friend or foe he was going to it for he had to have food .
When he arrived at the place he found an Indian Teepee. It was situat e d a little east of what is now known as Soda Springs and was occupie d b y an old Indian and her son. They had been left behind by the tribe b ecau se she was too old to travel; her son stayed with her. Terry made si gns f or food and sleep, but the son was not willing to do anything for h im, Th e old woman, seeing how weak and starved he was, talked to her so n and so ftened his heart. The young Indian came to him making signs fo r Terry t o lay his head on his, the Indian's knees, and when he did so t he India n spit in his ear. This made Terry angry and he felt like kickin g the fel low out of the teepee, but calmed himself for the sake of somet hing to ea t, The Indian then laid his head over and motioned for Terry t o spit in h is ear, which Terry did, giving him a good earful, This seeme d to pleas e the old women and her son very much, although Terry did no t understan d what it all meant, but was to learn from grave experience i n the near f uture. The old woman went out and stirred up a red ant bed , scooping th e ants up in a vessel and roasted them over the red hot coa ls,, then mad e a broth out of hem,
She gave some of the broth to Terry to drink, then motioned for him to l i e down and sleep before she would give him anything else to eat, Whe n h e awoke he found that the young Indian had been hunting and had kille d a n antelope. The old squaw prepared a broth by boiling the paunch wit h it s entire contents in the kettle, without salt or seasoning of any ki nd, W hen in years after, Terry spoke of this incident, he claimed this w as th e best supper of his life for he was given a liberal portion of th e brot h and that night slept well in the teepee, The next morning, anoth er port ion of the broth and he went on his way. The young warrior went w ith hi m for a distance showing him a short cut through the mountains i n the dis tance then left Terry saying that he could go no farther as h e was afrai d of the pale face.
It was while in the company of this old woman that he first began to lea r n the Shoshone language, the young Indian asked him nearly a 100 time s i f he, Terry, had no friends, but Terry could not understand. Later wh en h e had learned the language, he knew what the question meant.
The rest of the way to Fort Bridger he met one Indian who gave him som e b uffalo meat for a little ammunition that Terry had carefully saved, T he I ndian took special pains to instruct him how to prepare the meat an d ho w much it would be safe to eat at one time as it proved to be a ver y stro ng laxative to one not used to eating it and so famished as he was . At la st, he reached Fort Bridger, having walked two hundred miles with out seei ng a soul except a few Indians. Mr. Terry said as soon as he rea ched For t Bridger, the sun seemed brighter and good old Jim Bridger aske d him i f he knew how to use an ax. Terry said "yes", Then Bridger aske d him if h e could build a log house, and again Terry told him "yes". The n Bridger e mployed him. Terry soon became Bridger's most trusted employe e and forema n. Jim Bridger, like many other mountaineers would at time s indulge i n a little too much strong drink and do some gambling. On on e such occasi on, Bridger had over $2,000,00 and was losing. Fifteen hund red dollars o f this was in a buckskin purse which Terry watched his chan ce and slippe d away and kept safely a day or two until Bridger was wel l over his spre e and then returned it. From this time on Terry and Bridg er were fast fri ends.
Jim Bridger was a man of honor, and though rough and ready, he had a wa r m heart. When he was a friend, he was a friend indeed, and when he wa s a n enemy, either Indian or white man might well look out. He was quic k a s lightening and a dead shot on the spur of the moment.
Terry had an almost uncanny sense of direction. Bridger at one time conc l uded to test. him., so he took Terry a long distance into a. heavily ti mb ered part of the Uintah Mountains and after wending around in differen t d irections, he asked Terry to point toward camp, Terry did so immediat ely , Bridger was surprised, but he said, "I'll lose you yet.," So, he tr ie d again and again, but Terry could always give the proper direction pr omp tly, Bridger said Terry was the only man whom he had ever failed to l os e In that heavily timbered country. With such a friend, Terry found li f e at For. Bridger to be pleasant, interesting and free.
Bridger explained that some day Terry's parents with their family woul d b e coming that way and when they did come they would likely be in nee d o f help, and that he would see that they got it if Terry would only st ay w ith him. Terry remained with Bridger two years thus becoming a pione er o f Wyoming, Finally, Terry's father and family came along and were mu ch i n need of help. Then Bridger made good. He told Terry to go out an d brin g in two yoke of the best oxen he had and fit the family out for t he res t of the trip, This was done, without any deduction from the wage s Terr y earned,
As all the more reliable mountaineers had taken Indian wives, Bridger in s isted that Terry should take one too. He did not know which one to choo se , but a little later met with an experience which settled that, for hi m.
One day not long after, Terry was out on the range hunting horses, he h a d gone a long way from the fort and as he rounded a hill he came int o a r ugged wild strange valley. As he stood on the brink of the hill sca nnin g the valley for stray horses, he heard a rushing sound, as he turne d t o look at the gap through which he had just entered, he was surrounde d wi th Indian Warriors. They took him captive and decided they would hav e som e fun at his expense, so they tied him hand and foot then they hel d a cou ncil to determine what to do with him. In a few minutes the counc il was e nded and they had decided to scalp and burn him to the stake. So me picke d him up and tied him to a, tree, while others gathered brush an d piled i t around him. Others of them went to gather in the rest of th e Indians, t elling them they were going to burn a pale face.
With fiendish yells, they clasped hands and danced the war dance aroun d h im and the pile of brush, all the time yelling at the top of their vo ice s and weaving in and out. Then they would step and throw their tom-a- hawk s at his head, one, more powerful and hideous than the rest unsheath e d a large knife and started toward Terry; just as he was about to scal p h is victim, another band of Indians was seen coming around the hill. T he C hieftain of this second band proved to be no other than the young ma n wh o had spit in his ear. Terry learned at this time that the act of sp ittin g in the ear meant friendship and that they would sometime understa nd eac h others language so the young man proved to be a friend indeed.
The Indian warriors went into council, talking until almost midnight, wh e n the friendly chieftain came out and cut the bands that bound him, rub bi ng his numb hands and legs to get the feeling back into them, as the y wer e very numb from being bound so long. The Chief said he was doing a ll tha t he could, but was unable to free him so he could go back to hi s people ; he led him into a tent and the Indians guarded him continually .
All the time he was held their prisoner, an Indian girl brought him fo o d and became his friend. She and the young Chieftain told him of the tr ou bles among the Indians. They told him that the Indians were going to w a r against his people, the Mormons, they told him he must get away to wa r n Brigham Young, The young Chieftain promised to help him do so and th e n went into council with a few braves who were not so prejudiced again s t him. They gave him so many moons to go and get back. When he left h e fe lt that unless an over-ruling and greater power than his own shoul d hel p him, it would be impossible to make the journey to Salt Lake befo re th e allotted time. To his surprise, his Indian friend was about midwa y wit h a. fresh horse and he reached Salt Lake in time,
He gave his message to Brigham Young and left immediately with Preside n t Young's message for the Indians. Again he was met by the Indian Chief ta in and again he was supplied with a fresh horse. When within a short d ist ance from the Indian Camp his young friend gave him his own horse a s he o nly had a short time to make the rest of the way. This horse wa s a wonder ful traveler and Terry arrived. just as the sun was going dow n of the las t day. As the sun sank behind the hills they saw him coming . They all gat hered around him to hear the message from Brigham Young. I t pleased the m so much that they gave him his freedom and in a short tim e he married t he Indian girl that had been so good to him.
The average price. of a wife was a good horse. If the father said "go" s h e went, but it was up to the husband to treat her so she would stay. Te rr y said, "My Indian wife was good and true and she loved me with a devo tio n unsurpassable; when I was ill and she had done everything possibl e to r elieve my suffering, she and others concluded that I could not liv e., s o she went out from camp and when she came back she said she had ta ken po ison root because she did not wish to live when I was gone, I go t well an d she died a martyr to her love."
In 1849, Mr., Terry went to Salt Lake City along the old immigrant tra i l and established a system of ferry boats on the Green River. During th i s time, he married another Indian woman, Ann Greaswood, June 15, 1851 , a t Fort Bridger, Wyoming. She was born in Wyoming and had two children . Fi rst George, born at Fort Bridger, February 11, 1853, who was murdere d Jan uary 10, 1907, He married Kate Ennis, a half breed, The second chil d Jane , born at Draper, April 26, 1855, married John Rideout, The secon d wife , like the first, was good and true, They moved to his home in Dra per whe re the white man's ways of living in a house caused her to get co nsumptio n. He sought what, medical help was then available, an Indian Me dicine ma n happened to be camped at Union Fort. Mr. Terry took his wif e there an d made a bargain with the Doctor that if she was cured the Doc tor shoul d have his best horse, but if not, he should have nothing,
He began rubbing and sucking spots on portions of her body, seeming to d r aw something from the skin as black as coal. The pain would be eased i n d ifferent places. He worked faithfully until midnight and then he sai d i t was no use to try further as the woman would die before the sun wou ld r ise again Terry asked him how he knew and the medicine man said he c oul d see her spirit in the lodge and it would not leave for a moment. H e exp lained that if the spirit would go away and then would come back sh e migh t get well. She died just as the day was braking December 28, 1857 , at Un ion Fort, and was buried at Draper. They had lived together seve n years.
His third wife was Mary Ernma Reid. She became the mother of fifteen chi l dren. Terry learned the Shoshone and the Araphoe language so well he be ca me an Indian interpreter, During the nearly eight years that Terry liv e d with the Indians, as one of the tribe, he became one of Chief Washaki e' s most trusted leaders and was always consulted in the war councils o f th e Shoshone Tribe. He always counseled them not to go to war with th e whit e men. Washakie listened to him and time and again prevented India n outbr eaks,.
Terry was gifted with a wonderful eye sight. lie was quick and a sure sh o t. He said the Indians were quite superstitious. He related one peculi a r incident that caused them to put a perfect trust in his marksmanship . H e said one of the Indians owned a dog that was given to howling at ni ght . It did this so much that it disturbed the whole camp,
One night the dog had howled for hours. Terry could not sleep, Though t h e night was very dark, Terry took his gun and aimed as best he could i n t he direction from whence the howling came and the noise ceased at onc e. T he next morning the dog was found with a bullet hole in the very cen ter o f his head. One of the Indians asked Terry if he could see well eno ugh i n the dark to shoot like that. Terry answered "yes." The Indians be lieve d he had eyes like an owl and could see in the dark. In relating th is inc ident, Terry said he knew this was a perfect accidental shot, bu t it ha d its effect and caused the Indians to place a wonderful trust i n him a s a gunner. However, Terry was a wonderful marksman and could sel dom fai l to bring down a buffalo or any wild animal on the run. His wond erful ma rksmanship saved his tribe from hunger many times and more tha n once save d his own life.
One incident of this kind happened at Draper when he had settled dow n t o live on his farm on the Jordan River. This is the story. One da y a bi g Indian brave came along with two very poor horses and wanted t o trade f or a span of Terry°s fat, and most trusted animals. When Terr y would no t trade the Indian went away mad. That night he returned, pu t his old poo r horses in the corral and took Terry's best animals away . The next morni ng, Terry and Joseph Reid, his brother-in-law, started i n pursuit. They c aught up with the Indian near what was called Dunyon' s Hot Springs, now c alled Crystal Warm Springs in the South end of Sal t Lake Valley. The Indi an bravely asked Terry if he was mad and when Ter ry said he was, the brav e said, "Let's fight then." He immediately bega n his Indian war dance an d snapped his flint lock gun at Terry, but it f ailed to explode. Quick a s a flash Reid drew his pistol and fired at th e Indian but missed him. Th e Indian snapped at Terry the second time, bu t his gun failed. Then Terr y shot and killed the Indian. Terry said afte rwards he knew he could shoo t a buffalo bull on the run and that he coul d shoot an Indian off the dan ce and he did, thus saving his own life.
Following this incident many different Indians would come to Terry's pla c e claiming to be a cousin or some near relative to the one killed and w an ted Terry to give them a cow or a horse or pay them in some way for th e l oss of a relative. Terry did this until he became tired of it. I, Jos hu a P. Terry, remember well when after he had moved his family into tow n in to the farm once owned by Zemira Draper, an old Indian buck, a strap pin g big fellow about 40 years old with his squaw and a young girl cam e to f ather’s place. He claimed relation to the one killed and wanted t o be pai d. Father offered them some bread and half a sack of flour, bu t they wer e not satisfied. The squaw sat up an awful mournful yelling a s though wee ping for the dead. This seemed to me to be just put on. The y wanted a bee f steer which father refused to give to them and ordered t hem out of th e house. They refused to go and the squaw began her yellin g again. She wa s sitting on the floor. Father caught hold of her under t he arms to lif t her up and put her out. As he did so, the Indian dre w a gun, just the n father looked back, saw the gun pointed at him, so h e reached back wit h his right hand, caught the barrel of the gun and wit h wonderful strengt h gave it a twist which broke the stock from the barr el. They talked a fe w minutes longer, then the Indians left. That was th e last Indian I eve r heard of wanting to claim relationship to that dea d Indian and wantin g to be paid for his death.
In 1856, he went back to Missouri as a guide. During the Johnson’s Arm y e pisode in 1858, he served as a scout with Porter Rockwell, under Lot t Smi th. They spent day and night watching the advance of Johnson's Arm y and w henever an opportunity came, they stampeded their cattle and drov e away t heir horses, raided their supply wagons, destroyed their ammunit ion and a t last burned their wagons on the Little Sanda River. All thi s was done t o make the intruding army surrender, and enter the Valley pe acefully, whi ch was accomplished. When Johnson's army first started fo r Utah, the Gove rnment found out that a shipment of powder was on the wa y to Utah with on e of the immigrant trains. Johnson was notified. He sen t a company of me n to overtake the immigrants and confiscate the powde r without fail.
Terry's eight years with the Indians traveling back and forth through t h e mountains prepared him well for the important task he was now calle d t o perform. He was given a number of horsemen, each having an extra ho rs e with pack saddles. Terry received instructions to meet the immigran t tr ain, get the powder and see that it got to Utah without fail. Terr y was j ust the right man for the job. He, with his men, met the immigran t trai n on the Green River.
In the middle of the night, they knocked in the heads of the powder keg s , poured the powder into the saddle bags and were away, having thrown t h e empty kegs into the Green River. The next day the company from the ar m y overtook the immigrants, searched for the powder in every wagon in va in . They cursed and swore in disappointment, then rushed ahead determine d t o get the powder. Terry and his men did not follow any road. Terry kn ew a ll the passes in the mountains and led his men safely through withou t mis hap. Had they tried to keep the road they would surely have been ov ertake n, for they crossed the fresh trail of the army twice the next day . The p owder reached Salt Lake in safety.
On January 20, 1857, Mr. Terry married Mary Emma Reid Johnson, daughte r o f John Reid and Sarah Corter, who were pioneers of 1852, and crosse d th e plains with the Warren Snow Company. They were married by Willia m A. Hi ckman in Salt Lake City and were later sealed in the Endowment Ho use. Sh e was born June 7, 1840, at Golden Point Handcock County, Illinoi s. She w as of a family of five children. Her parents were vary poor an d being dri ven from one place to another with the saints, she never ha d the privileg e of attending school. Her parents were very strict and de vout Latter-Day -Saints. The worst thing she had ever heard her father sa y was "Gol dar n it" and that was as bad as they were ever allowed to say , If any of the m did anything their parents did not like and they coul d not find out whi ch one did it their father lined them up and thrashe d the whole line, Sh e remembered very distinctly one time when one of th e children caught the ir few chickens and tied red strings to their tails , frightening them alm ost to death. No one would say which had done it s o they were all punishe d.
She walked barefooted all the way across the plains, carrying her baby s i ster the greater part of the way. She said although the way was long a n d hard and many times her feet were sore and bleeding and she was fain t w ith hunger, still they had good times when they were camped for the n igh t by the light of the camp fire and to the music of an old violin an d th e howling of the wolves. There she attended some of the best dance s of he r life. When her feet were too sore to dance barefooted, she woul d borro w a pair of slippers from one of the more fortunate ladies. Ofte n she wou ld tie them on because they were many sizes too large, but he r heart woul d swell with pride to think she had a pair of slippers in wh ich to dance . She had one calico dress when she arrived in the valley . The dress ha d been washed so many times it had faded out and had bee n patched until s he could hardly tell which piece or color was the origi nal.
When they arrived in the Valley they settled in North Ogden, The first w i nter they had very little to eat, mainly bran bread, and many times sh e w alked five miles to get a little buttermilk. When she was 14 she me t a yo ung fellow by the name of John Johnson, who was on his way to th e gold fi elds of California, but as winter was coming on he decided to s tay in Uta h until spring. While here, he joined the Church, as many of t he immigran ts did, and were called "winter Mormons" by the people of th e church. Sho rtly after she met him they were married and she said he wa s good to he r and she learned to love him dearly, but when spring came t he gold feve r came also and he left her with the promise to send for he r when he stru ck gold, On February 18, 1855, she became the mother o f a son, William Jo hnson (Terry). Johnson sent for her to come to him i n California, but, he r parents were not willing for her to go. After tha t she never heard fro m him again.
These were trying days for the young mother, not hearing from her husba n d and her parents being unable to give her and her baby the meager nece ss ities of life, As soon as she was able to leave her baby, she starte d ou t in search of work. She had walked about ten miles on the way to Dr aper , for she heard she could find employment there, when she was give n a rid e to Salt Lake City by a man with an ox team. The next day she st arted fo r Draper, trudging all day through mud and snow, thinly clad, an d shoes s o badly worn they would hardly stay on. She was seriously fatig ued, numbe d with cold as it became very bitter and her dress was froze n stiff abov e her knees. It was eight o'clock that night she saw a ligh t burning i n a log cabin which proved to be a church, and as she did no t know a sou l or any place to go, she opened the door and entered. Sever al men were s itting around the fire place. Among them was Joshua Terry , He took her t o the fire, ripped off her shoes and found her feet wer e badly frozen. H e got a pair of moccasins for her and when she was war m he took her to hi s home for the night. Courtship was short in those da ys and a little mor e than a moth later, they were married, and moved dow n to his place on Jo rdan River west of Draper, where they resided fo r a number of years. Whe n their children were old enough to go to school , they moved back and too k a place, the old home of his brother-in-law Z emira Draper, in Willow Cr eek, where they made their home. John R. Par k was teaching the Draper sch ool. Mrs.Terry had the children bring thei r lessons home and she studie d with them. She had determined to learn t o read and write for Mr. Terr y was courting a young girl, as it was in t he days of polygamy. At this t ime, he was called to go and make peace wi th the Indians. While he was aw ay the young girl twitted her about her e ducation, saying she could writ e what she pleased as she would have to d o all the writing and reading o f the letters. The boast of the girl prov ed to be a blessing, for while h e was gone, Mrs. Terry learned to read a nd write and the girl who twitte d her got married to another man.
Mrs. Terry became active in church duties first as Relief Society teach e r with Aunt Catherine, as the people of the town called her. Their bea t , reached from Dunyon's place to Milo Andrus home, now known as Cresen t . Mrs. Terry hitched a pair of horses on a light wagon and it took the m a ll day to make their rounds, but they never failed. In time she becam e he ad teacher or supervisor, as they are called today. She was called l ate r to be a second assistant to Aunt Catherine Smith in the first prima ry o rgani- zation in Draper by Eliza R. Snow. A few years later she wa s calle d to be a Stake Aid in the old Salt Lake Stake, where she worke d faithful ly until the Jordan Stake was organized. She held the same pos ition in th e latter stake until she was too old to travel with horse an d buggy fro m ward to ward.
She became the mother of fifteen children., seven boys and eight girls , s even of these were living at the time of her death. She was a true ho nes t and faithful Latter-day Saint. She died at Draper, August 2, 1918.
In the early sixties, Joshua Terry and Lewis Robinson ran the Ferry acro s s Green River. This became a very profitable business. They also accumu la ted considerable wealth in horses, mules and cattle. Mary of the immig ran ts bound for California, as well as those for Utah, when they reache d th e ferry found their teams well worn out and poor. They would gladl y trad e two or more of their poor animals for one fat one. After makin g suc h a trade, Terry and Robinson would turn the poor animals on the ra nge wh ere there was plenty of good grass. In a month to six weeks, thes e poor a nimals freshed up well enough that each one could again be trade d for tw o or three more,
Joshua Terry lived at Draper since 1856. He served a number of years a s t rustee of the Draper schools and for eleven years was justice of th e peac e. He was a prominent and highly respected citizen, the father o f sixtee n children and had one adopted son.
He died at his home February 22, 1915, of infirmities to old age, havi n g lived ninety years. | Terry, Joshua (I163151)
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July, 15, 1965; 945 Princeton Way, Salt Lake City, Utah
[Typed from the original manuscript by Viola Lauper Johnson; additiona l e dits by David Peterson.]
In the due course of things I was born. This happened at the beginnin g o f my earthly existence -- April 4, 1890. Frequently, I have been call e d a fool, and [I] escaped earning the title by a close margin of four d ay s. On the other hand, a two day postponement would have brought me an d th e Church out on the same day. Considering the lack of doctor and mid wif e at my arrival, it is remarkable I was born at all; so accept the ev en t as philosophically as may be.
The hardships of my parents in that frontier settlement of Salem, Idah o , makes me wonder as to what they hoped to offer their four boys and o n e girl, in bringing then into this life. They showed a lot more courag e a nd faith than their posterity have evidenced.
Our little log house of two rooms, chinked with mud, served as the fami l y home for a few years. As I visited the site last summer, I visioned t h e little building, placed a few yards from timber, and the yard banke d wi th dirt to keep back the "high water" of thaw season. A trail led fi fty o r more yards through the brush to the river, from which was dippe d our wa ter for drinking, washing, and all culinary purposes. When the s ilt was t oo much in evidence, the water was left in two wooden buckets , candy buck ets, to settle; or if we were too thirsty, we just straine d it through ou r teeth.
During the spring thaw, all the lowland about our house, and even the ce l lar built independent of the house was deep under water. The crude roa d l eading to the nearest neighbor, nearly a mile away, was rendered impa ssab le, save for horseback. I was born during one of the high-water peri ods.
At night, my older brother and I could lie on our straw tick and wonde r a t the weird yapping of coyotes. The few chickens we tried to raise we r e a constant invitation for the hungry bobcat, or a lynx, to raid our c oo p and make off with a struggling hen The dank odors of the woods was f req uently added to, in no uncertain way, by the many polecats who seeme d t o assume as their special calling, a close surveillance of our scan t doo r yard. Poor Rover, our dog, was in constant trouble with the varie d deni zens of our timber land. Skunks cologned him until he was fit to d ie wit h the shame of it all, and then a series of porcupines came out t o inspec t the new settlers. Rover inspected them, and father had a rea l job holdi ng him down while mother, with the aid of a nipper, pulled ou t the quill s from his inquisitive nose and bleeding mouth.
The stagnant water, or sloughs, as we called them, served as the best br e eding ground for mosquitoes and fish you could imagine. The minnows, i n t housands, fed on the larvae of the mosquito; but despite this, ther e wer e millions leaving the water, full-grown, to drone their vicious tu ne, an d prey on man and beast 'til both were well nigh eaten alive. We c ould no t open our mouths to breathe without sucking the insects into ou r throats . Mosquito bar was of little avail. The horses would run from o ne end o f the field to the other in an effort to rid themselves of the p ests. The ir poor backs were a series of welts.
A mile and one-half to the south of our farm was a tract of land spoke n o f as the "town site." Here, a few of the farmers were striving to se t u p a school house and a church. Father was counseled to move his hous e t o this section so that his little family might have a chance to ge t a bi t of schooling and to attend church. Also, the rigors of the winte rs migh t be mitigated by closer community structures. Good people helpe d fathe r dismantle our house and transfer it to the plot. We even go t a shingl e roof and a shanty set against the sunny side of our humble a bode. Fathe r worked, oh so patiently, with a whitewash brush to smooth o ut some of t he rough places of the logs and render white the mud chucke d in between t he logs. He gave some men a bedstead in exchange to lath e and plaster th e ceiling of the two small rooms. Loads of dirt were pil ed around the bas e of the house to prevent the wind from blowing in an d up through the cru de flooring. Burlap sacks, when they could be spared , were tacked to th e floor in lieu of carpets. All told, we were quite c omfortable. The mosq uitoes ate us in the summer, and the bed bugs, whic h just thrived in th e old wooden bedsteads and straw ticks, ate us summe r and winter.
As my sister and younger brother were added to the family circle, Frankl i n and I were relegated to the loft to sleep. The loft is akin to attic s , as we now know them, only, small as we were, we could not stand uprig h t under the low roof, except a few feet each way from center. A hole o r o pening was cut from the outside, and by the aid of a ladder, later re plac ed by a stairway, up we went to get such shelter as we might from th e fri gid winters. A scant bedding was all the family had, so to keep war m, w e slept with all our clothes on and hugged each other for mutual war mth . During a blizzard, the snow sifted in on us. I have always said I f roz e so much during those awful days, my hands and feet are still cold i n co nsequence.
Shortly after getting into our re-built house, father got some help an d d ug a well. I remember this distinctly, for I had the measles at the t ime , and a man by name of Coombs, whose heart was as big as his stomac h – th e size of which I marveled at – visited us, and after looking me o ver, or dered that I stay in bed under the covers til the heat drove ou t the rash . It spoiled the day for me, and I shed tears of disappointmen t, but al l to no avail. Finally, I fell asleep, and to the best of my kn owledge, d id recover from the disease.
Speaking of the well, it was never satisfactory -- not being deep enoug h , the water was 'rivery' in taste during the thaw season, and frequentl y , [it] froze over so hard in the winter as to be nigh impossible to bre a k the ice to get water at all. For days, the animals of our yard had t o e at snow for water, and the family [had to] melt tubs of snow for hous ehol d purposes.
When we were barely old enough to lift an axe, Franklin and I must sti l l get out and do our best to replenish the wood box. Coal was unknow n i n that Idaho town, and to keep any kind of even temperature with woo d wa s just impossible. The winter nights twenty and thirty degrees belo w zero , froze the milk and water in the house. The vegetables in the cel lar, de spite every effort with straw and hay covering to prevent it, wer e ruined . The only ice cream we tasted was this frozen milk. The cream h ad to b e carefully saved to be churned into butter, to be taken to the l ittle st ore, for a little sugar or a few dried apples, rice, etc. Good , rendere d lard was spread on our bread, with just a pinch of sugar, i f mother cou ld spare it, from our frugal store, to make the bread a litt le more palat able with lard.
Father would take sacks of grain to a neighbor of ours, two miles away , t o have it ground into meal. It came out looking like the 'cracked whe at ' of the grocery store. The best of it we ate as mush and the rest o f i t was for the pigs. What an event when a pig was to be killed! We mis se d none of the details. My uncle, Jim Olsen [the husband of his mother' s s ister, Minnie], used to come over from across the river to help wit h th e kill. How the pig objected to the knife inserted into his throat , and h ow astonished he looked as the snow crimsoned with his blood; an d wha t a screaming when the blood was about all out. It didn't last long , fo r the pig died. Then he was soused into a barrel of scalding water s o th e men could scrape all the hair off. This done, the brute was hung u p i n the shed and then, wonder of it all, a few deft cuts and the pig wa s di semboweled. What a study in anatomy for us children. We never have f orgot ten those lessons. A few hours of freezing and our winter meat wa s brough t into the house. Lacking proper refrigeration, the fat was rend ered ou t and poured into buckets. From the refuse, soap was made and th e hams we re preserved as best we could out in the cold winter of the gra nery. I f a few mice sampled these hams or, in the spring, the flies di d a maggot y job, well, we just couldn't afford to be too particular, cut ting away t he affected parts and giving thanks for what was left.
About this time, I was led over the to the river, which, in April was ru n ning full and over from the thaw, and taken in hand by a kind neighbo r t o be baptized into the Church. Franklin became a member two days befo re m e. Father never learned to speak English very well, so mother was th e spo kesman and business manager of the family; and be assured, she di d a wond erful job. So pathetically little to work with, yet she, in som e magic wa y, kept us clothed and fed.
Always ambitious for our advancement, mother taught us "pieces" to sa y i n church socials and school programs. I don't recall how I learned t o spe ak English for, at home, Danish was all we heard.
My first day at school was not so propitious. Franklin took me, but at r e cess, not being able to make much of what the boys were saying, I concl ud ed, in my small head, that they were making fun of me. I blurted out , i n good Danish " Dien Task" [meaning? "din" means "your" and "taske" m ean s "bag"...] and legged it off for home with my brother in full, but u sele ss, pursuit. Later I was confronted with a book and asked to read . I hel d it open, as that seemed the proper way to do, and waited for so methin g to happen. A long pause, then "John", said the teacher. "John" , I repea ted, and waited some more. All the other pupils in the room als o waited . "I am afraid," said the woman in charge, "that this is a littl e too har d for you." Another page was assigned to me for study, to be re ported th e next day. Mother saw me through that lesson. If I knew one le tter fro m another, I don't remember, but to this day, I can quote that p age of re ading, and here it is:
This is Anna and her dog, Sport.
Can Sport run?
Yes, Sport can run.
Run, Sport, run.
Book, or no book, I could read that like a top!
Franklin and I were in a dialogue for the school, a year or two late r . I had some lines which went like this:
You'd scarce expect one of my age
To speak in public on the stage.
But if I fail to show Demosthenes,
Or Cicero... (etc. etc. etc.)
Mother couldn't pronounce these two celebrities' names, so asked Mr. Cla y , the teacher in a note to kindly help me with those two words. After s ch ool, for several days, I got a going over with these two ancient orato rs , 'til I felt they were my very best friends,. Well, the dialogue wen t of f as per schedule, and everything was lovely 'til in the heat of th e thin g, I got mixed up and tore right into Franklin's lines, instead o f my own . They had a job getting me stopped, and with the result, I wel l nigh wre cked the show and embarrassed Mother to death.
A great event of the dead of winter of this year was a school picture, w h ich is still in our possession. My teeth chatter as I think of this pic tu re. I was so drawn in with cold that the miracle is the camera caugh t m e at all. The little school was heated by a 'frost killer' stove, fe d wit h large chunks of wood. During recess the teacher and larger pupil s surro unded the stove; and we smaller ones could freeze any way we want ed, on t he outer fringe. One day I made the inner circle, only to have t he back o f my hand shoved against the stove -- a large burn was the resu lt. Everyb ody laughed, but I, not wanting to cry in public, went outsid e and got o n the ice pond. A few seconds later, both my feet moved ahea d without me , and a head hit the ice. I soon realized the head was mine.
Farming, for my father, was a hard experience. Not at all robust, and pa s t sixty, it was a job I marvel he could do at all. He did his best. Wi t h the crudest tools he toiled early and late to provide for his littl e fa mily. Mother did far more than her share of the work, even when carr yin g me, must help pitch hay. Her health gave out with it all, but she n eve r complained. As Franklin was older than I, he was pressed into the s ervi ce first. A load of hay tipped over and he was buried in it, but du g hims elf out while Father was frantically searching for him at the othe r end.
To get a load of grain or hay hauled home from the farm without mishap w a s a real accomplishment. Once, the rim on a hind wheel came off. Luckil y , we got stopped before the wheel collapsed. Getting stuck in the mudd y p asture was a frequent. tragedy. Our best cow bloated and died; one ho rs e took sick and had to be killed.
One fall season, after the threshing and harvest was over, and a littl e s chooling was again possible, the two little ones of the family concei ve d the notion of a bonfire as they had seen someone have on a recent vi sit . They chose the straw stack for their bonfire. Nothing much could b e don e! People came from miles away to help, but with no water, little c ould b e saved. By a miracle, the house was not ignited. How I remember m y age d father going up the outside stairs into the loft, time and again , and o n bended knees, pleading with the Lord to spare the home. His pra yers wer e heard. In those days, even us children learned to pray and wit h a purpo se. How helpless we were without the comfort of Heaven. In meet ings, late r on, the Bishop called on the farmers to donate hay and stra w to feed ou r few cows, pigs, and horses.
Poor father had to go out in the dead of a severe winter, break trai l t o people's homes, and do the best he could to haul home the feed the y wer e kind enough to give, but not to help deliver. He would come hom e chille d to the bone, his beard was one mass of ice. Later, as the weat her permi tted, all the kind people got together, came to our farm, cut d own tree s from the woods, and held a "log-raising" for our benefit A sta ble, shed , and coops were set up, but much chinking and plastering woul d be neede d to make them warm. This could no be done 'til summer so th e animals ha d to freeze in the best way they knew. Willows were laid eve ry which wa y to serve as a covering, but did little to keep out the snow . When we th reshed again, the straw was stacked feet deep over these bui ldings, rende ring them quite comfortable again.
The following year, Julius, the last of the family was born. It was agre e d he would not be born alive. Mother had been anything but well, an d a do ctor's help cost money. The nearest one was four miles of bad roa d away . But Julius was blessed to live, and is going strong to this day . Frankl in was eleven, and I was nine; Minnie was a year younger, and Ax el nearl y two years younger than I when the baby was born. Father had t o act as n urse, for Mother was confined to bed. A long time after, she s till must s tay in bed, finally getting about. She still had to go to be d each month , or bleed to death.
Somehow, that spring, my older brother and I would get up, harness the h o rses and drive to the farm. With me as driver, Franklin would hold th e pl ow, and we ploughed acre after acre of land in preparation for the c rops . The grain that year froze before it ripened, so our crop was goo d for p ig feed only. It took three bushels to buy the same flour that on e bushe l of good wheat would produce. As Mother got better, Father turne d to th e farm and I stayed home to care for the baby and help mother a s best I c ould; washing diapers and baby things, and then trying to iro n them was m y job. Sometimes Mother, in bed, would do her best to wash b y hand some o f the daintier things while I held the pan of water for her .
The training of hard necessity we children got, when far too young t o b e exposed to such severe tasks, was not without its recompense. We ha d n o money to spend; everything had to be saved or used sparingly. Wan t wa s always close to us, yet in it all, we did our best without complai nt an d learned to be truly thankful for the great blessings we enjoyed . Wha t a treat to have a pan of clabber. Maybe, after fast day, as a spe cial b oon, the cream would be left on, and crumbs and a little sugar spr inkle d --made it just divine. Mashed potatoes and meat from the pig wa s very w elcome. Fruit was almost unknown, but in lieu thereof, we boys a te many r aw potatoes and carrots. In the summer, green peas and carrots , wild goos eberries, and currants delighted our ever-hungry bodies.
Old Patriarch Lillienquist [sic] came to Idaho one winter, and for a lo a d of hay, gave us all Patriarchal Blessings. How we doted on these! An d m other, with tears in her eyes, would vision when her children would d o gr eat things in the Church. Nothing else mattered, so we lived the Gos pel a nd did our part in serving the Lord.
Through all our poverty, father paid his tithes, and never was the tithi n g hay or grain anything but the best. We have adhered to the law of tit hi ng all our lives, and I want my children to always feel an honor-boun d fe eling to render to the Lord the tenth of their earnings as being His . No t that the Lord needs it, but we need the lesson of giving it, and a s w e give freely, so will our interest in the Church be great, and our p urpo ses good.
The Fall after Julius' birth, Father got the aid of P. W. Madsen, his el d est son, our half-brother, in supplying us a farm in Lehi, Utah. We so l d the Idaho farm, house, and everything for the best price possible, wh ic h was very little indeed. Uncle Jim Olsen took us to Rexburg, where th e r ailroad was extended. In glorious expectancy, we were headed for som e fai r El Dorado! When we arrived in Salt Lake and met P,W,, he told fat her th e place in Lehi had been sold, but he kindly arranged for anothe r place t here.
The strain and worry of all the years told on Father, and the next yea r a fter reaching Lehi, he was rendered helpless with paralysis. For thre e ye ars, he was thus afflicted, at times being utterly helpless and eve n deli rious, Mother was reduced to a skeleton in trying to care for fath er. Dea th came as a reward to Father, when I was twelve years of age. Th e wealth y son from Salt Lake [P.W.] very kindly came and saw to the fune ral. Th e burial [was] in Salt Lake. During Father's life, we had lived r ent-free , but soon thereafter, we received notice of a nominal rent char ge to b e paid each month. We had no income, save [what] the little we bo ys migh t earn at odd jobs, and the money brought from Idaho had all bee n used i n living and caring for the home needs.
Axel was not old enough to do more than a part of the chores. We three w o rked for the farmers, the Utah-Idaho Sugar Company, and anybody wher e w e could earn a few cents, doing any honest task. We had learned to wo rk a nd took our responsibility seriously. Somehow, with Mother's wonderf ul ma nagement, we got along. Always, 'til we married, did mother receiv e all o ur earnings, and right well she handled the affairs.
When we couldn't find work, we went to school. The only full school ye a r I ever attended was the year I graduated from the eighth grade, and t he n, I was out two weeks to help harvest beets. At that time, I still gr adu ated with highest percentage in the class, which was terrible for a p oo r widow's son. I always liked to read, though as children, we had acce s s to so few books. One day, my school teacher came to see me. I had nar ro wly escaped being killed from the kick of a horse to my jaw. Six stitc he s were needed to close the gash. This teacher, seeing me with a histor y b ook, suggested I try to read literature and fiction as well, and brou gh t me the book, "The Heart of a Boy", as the first book I every read th rou gh. How many hundreds since! This reading was my education, and in th e be et field, instead of listening to, or participating in dirty stories , I c onceived the notion of telling, to a boy on each side of me, the st orie s I had read. We hoed as I talked, and as the adventure unfolded, w e work ed harder in the tenseness of the situations, and so were more val uable t o our employer.
The tragedies of my childhood had a tendency to depress me and led m e t o worry a lot over things that might never happen. Coming to Lehi, w e wer e constantly picked on as those "Danish kids". We did entertain o n schoo l programs with Danish numbers and recitations, only to be made f un of b y thoughtless children. All this helped to make a terrible introv ert of m e. Painfully bashful in a mixed group or in informal gatherings , I cultiv ated no friends, but found pleasure in solitude. Axel, my youn ger brother , and I worked much together and sought no other company. I m emorized eas ily when small and had no difficulty in speaking a piece i n Sunday School , but to entertain a boy or girl, I was lost. I remembe r when we first ca me to Lehi, father took us by the hand to church. On e Sunday morning, Bro ther Southwick had struggled hard to draw from th e school the names of th e current twelve apostles. Then he asked if anyo ne could give them all. A s no one offered to do this job, I rattled the m off as fast as I could sp eak. Thus, from a ten-year-old, the house wa s brought down. The Article s of Faith, Ten Commandments, Beatitudes, an d Testimony of the Three Witn esses would have been equally easy, as the y later found out.
We were too poor to go to dances or parties, anyway, so could only loo k o n from the side lines and wonder. Naturally, I would read and study b ecau se that did not cost money, and I have learned this great truth: th e thin gs most valuable and worthwhile in life can be had for the least c ost.
My school teachers ware always kind and helpful. If I got in two or thr e e months in the ninth grade, a little more in the second year, and a li tt le less the third year, with the average for the fourth year. I was st il l able to get full credit for four years complete high school work i n al l the subjects taken. This included everything but algebra and geome try . I am no good at all in solving problems of arithmetic, so I could n ot m ake up back work in those subjects. However, at the end of the fourt h yea r, I was 18 years old. I took Mr. Hopkin's advice that I go to Sal t Lake , take the School Teacher's Examination, and get a school to teach .
Psychology was one of the subjects to be examined on. I had read only o n e book on this subject, but so well that I was able to get 75% on thi s su bject, and yet I had never had it as a course in school. Drawing an d natu re study -- things I had next to nothing on – I did not so well in , but a ll the other subjects were from 85% to 98%. I went at those exami nation s prayerfully. Orthography was one subject that I had never studie d as su ch, though in spelling I had just won a selection of 25 volumes o f book s as the best speller in our high school. That was the same year A xel cam e to Salt Lake, as Lehi's representative in public speaking. Wit h no coac hing at all, [he] won the State High School Oratory Gold Medal . Oh, we di d count for a little, but not in the social set, in those pov erty days.
Mr. G. N. Child, then County School Superintendent of Utah County, wh e n I told him I wanted a school for passing the examinations, said, "Yo u c an't pass, but if you do, I'll see about a school." So, it was my coa chin g experience to be assigned to an ungraded school in the mining tow n of M anning. That school, so like the one of my own during my childhood , serve d me in good stead in that I had to meet and handle new situation s alon e – no one to advise me. What a rough place for a green boy, not y et nine teen! One of the Trustees got stabbed for stealing chickens; anot her, a s janitor, stole the school's coal; and the third divorced his wif e and l eft town. The children were rough and uncouth in their way, jus t as thei r teacher was dumb and uncouth in his way. Somehow, I got throu gh that ye ar and it goes down in history as my first and last school. I t is with re gret that I have to write this "my last school". I feel tha t teaching sho uld have been my vocation. If only financial conditions ha d been such tha t I could have gone on, what might have been...
We sold our home in Lehi, or rather the equity we had in it. This hom e w e were buying, we decided upon it after paying rent for a time on th e fir st house we lived in. Our next move was to Salt Lake City where w e hope d for better opportunities Franklin got a job in a grocery store , and whe n I came home from teaching, I got a job there, too, and staye d at it unt il the year I got married. It was then I got into the Wester n Leather Com pany, and I have been there ever since.
Franklin was sent on a mission to Norway, and while he was away, I was t a ken out from teaching Sunday School and, at age 23 years, made second c ou nselor to Bishop Goddard. This was, indeed, a great training for me . I ha d to learn to mix with people, to counsel with them, and help solv e thei r problems. For twelve years, I served in this capacity, winning t he lov e and respect of the ward people. Our bishop was called to a stak e job an d [he] took me along as a member of his board. Later I becam e a counselo r to the Stake Sunday School Superintendent, and, in time, r esigned to te ach a group of boys in the Le Grand Ward. I have worked a t this and kindr ed tasks up to now.
There are many things I could chronicle as good, and not so good, in m y l ife; but I do not want this to become tedious. However, one very impo rtan t matter should be here noted: I got married! I think for any man t o ge t married comes as a real surprise to him. That any woman should car e eno ugh for a man to risk her life's future in his hands, well, it i s a compl iment greater than any male child deserves. And leaves him a bi t muddle d for the rest of his days (also spelled daze).
As this is written primarily for my children, four of whom have come t o b less our union, I am not going to weary them with a recital of the ad vent ure of marriage. They know, without my saying, that their mother i s the f inest of women. Evil has no place whatsoever in her heart. Her gr eat plea sure in life is to be helpful to everyone. She dislikes strife a nd turmoi l, as they have nothing in common with the peace of her inner s elf. Tha t people should be hateful to each other, or spiteful, my wife j ust doesn 't understand. That tears should be shed, her sympathetic natur e fully re alizes. A kind heart is never void of that understanding whic h mingles te ars with the sorrowing ones. Wherever people love a lot, the y just natura lly suffer a lot. Deep love is easily wounded, and husband s and childre n add about as much to the wounding as to the joy of the pu re heart of mo ther and wife. How the Lord must suffer for His thoughtles s children!
We sent on our last-born to be our mediator in Heaven. She was such a ch o ice spirit and needed but seven light years to do her mission, which i s t aking the rest of us a lot longer. Her absence will always stand ou t a s a sacred, hallowed ordeal to our family group. We look at her littl e gr ave – the inscription "Lucy Jean Madsen" on it -- and pray for the p eac e she enjoys to be a benediction to our lives, always.
No home life is every just what its members would desire. Individual dif f erences cannot be ignored for the reason they just won't be. Life cann o t be ordered to fit an individual taste, nor is that taste stable enou g h to be worthy of the thought. Our business is to order our lives to b e i n keeping with conditions as we meet them. If we can do this gracious ly , we want not for charm and personality with its attending friends, wh o c ome to do homage to the beautiful.
My conclusion, to my children, is to "Keep the Faith". Our Church is a p r ogram of exaltation, based on the hardest kind of work and striving. Th er e could be no exaltation without them.
Your grandparents went through trials such as few people face, but nev e r a word of reviling the Lord, always a prayer of thanks. As the secon d b orn of their family, I am ever grateful for the religious backgroun d the y afforded me We had little of a house, but a lot of HOME. Heartach es, di sappointments, want, and yet a strong faith in God's mercies. Moth er live d to see her children grow to maturity and all married, with gran dchildre n to carry her name. The humblest of the humble, yet, in her pas sing, th e President of our Church spoke to her funeral and, in tears, ac knowledge d her and the fact that her blood and his blood flowed in the v eins of th ree of his grandchildren, as were her grandchildren. [Axel mar ried Presid ent Grant's daughter Emily.]
Mother was never crushed in spirit, nor would she permit her childre n t o call a halt in the face of trouble. I pass on to you this heritage . Kee p on the Lord's side in a big way! Don't take the small way nor b e chea p in righteousness. Pay your tithing as a privilege – a debt of gr atitude . Keep the Word of Wisdom as to tea, coffee, tobacco, etc., in th e feelin g that what the Lord advises is good enough for you, though al l hell advi se to the contrary. The Sabbath Day is for worship, not for p lay. The Lor d doesn't need our worship, but we, being ladies and gentlem en, are not s o small as to want to ignore his blessings and add insult b y thoughtles s conduct on His great day. To be rich, serve the Lord and s eek to be act ively engaged in His service all your days. | Madsen, Harry Waldemar (I119088)
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June Harris daughter of Shorland Abbott Sandgren Harris and Erma Lucil l e Cooper. She was born on 10 March 1928 in Chicago, Cook County, Illino is . She married William Frank Bush on 21 May 1948 in the Idaho Falls Tem ple , Idaho. He was born 10 June 1927 in Pingree, Bingham County, Idaho ; so n of Charles Melvin Bush and Dora Mae Johnson. June and William wer e divo rced in 1955. He died on 7 January 1976 in Idaho Falls, Bonnevill e County , Idaho. She died on 27 Aug 1972 in Roy, Weber County, Utah. Sh e is burie d in Garland Cemetery in Garland, Utah
June who was her mother’s pride and joy was born on 10 March 1928 i n C hicago, Cook County, Illinois. Her parents Shorland Abbott Sandgren H arri s and Erma Copper Harris moved to Chicago from Rexburg, Idaho in th e lat e 1920’s to find work. This was during the Great Depression. Her fa ther f ound a job at the International Harvester Company where he was abl e to su pport his family during this difficult time. During June’s life , she touc hed the lives of many people with her compassion and love. Sh e always tho ught of other people, never placing herself first. Growing u p the least l iked children in school were blessed with her love. She wa s always bringi ng home stray animals to care for. Her motto in life wa s to help the help less.
After graduating from Madison High School in Rexburg, Idaho, June we n t to work as an operator for the telephone company. She thoroughly enjo ye d her job and the friendships she made. On 21 May 1948, she married Wi lli am Frank Bush in the Idaho Falls Temple in Idaho Falls, Bonneville Co unty , Idaho. Because of June’s diabetes’s, she was told she might not b e abl e to have children, but on 6 September 1951, she gave birth to a so n. The y named this miracle baby William Scott Bush after his father. Aft er fiv e years of marriage June and William decided to go their separat e ways an d filed for divorce. She was able to raise her son William unti l he was f ourteen years old, and then he moved in with his father .
June loved music and having a good time, but most of all she love d t o go fishing. When she bought something new – a new pole, perhaps – o r le arned a new technique - anything – she would be so excited that ever yon e around her would enjoy it also. When June was ill, she would worr y abou t her parents, and those caring for her. Sometimes when she was ha vin g a seizure, she would be unable to control her unwillingness to acce pt t he orange juice or any help she had to have. Once she felt better, h er fi rst words would usually be something about being sorry she had bee n so mu ch trouble.
June passed away quietly in her sleep Sunday morning, on 27 Aug 197 2 i n Roy, Weber County, Utah. She had been living in a nursing home an d die d from complications of diabetes and a stroke. She is buried at th e Garla nd cemetery in Garland, Utah, next to her brother Doyle Harris .
By Leslie Bush Aviles, December 2016, Granddaughter of June Harris. | Harris, June (I173604)
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JUNE RAY
June Ray is the Daughter of Edward Ray and Julia Amanda Ostler and was b o rn 11 June 1904, in Salt Lake City, Utah. She attended school in West J or dan and graduated from Jordan High School. She married Willis Eugene F erg uson on 21 September 1921. They have three children: Julia Margaret , Rodn ey Eugene and Ralph Perry.
June has been active in the LDS Church in the following positions: Prima r y teacher, singing mothers, Relief Society Teacher, secretary of choir , s eminary teacher, and attending the temple. She loves cooking and deco rati ng tables. She also likes needlework and does painting. She has bee n Pres ident of Salt Lake Ladies of the Elks and has worked 30 years fo r the U.S . Government.
Willis was born in Midvale (then Bingham Junction), Utah 17 June 1903 , t o Charles Henry Everett Ferguson and Margaret Perry Ferguson. He ha s bee n active in his Church as scout master and home teacher. He has bee n empl oyed by the railroad and for 28 years in the government. His hobbi es incl ude cabinet making and woodwork.
Source: Thomas Hodder Ostler and Joan Cousins Stevens: Their Descendan t s and Ancestors, 1985, Mary Teerlink | Ray, June (I425)
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Jørgen Rytterager (11 June 1809 – 17 March 1899) was a Norwegian farme r a nd public servant.
Born in Hole, Buskerud to a wealthy family, he married Anne Engebretsdat t er Hovin (1813–1899) from Tyristrand on 23 July 1837. Rytterager beca m e a successful farmer in Buskerud, and had various positions in publi c se rvice, amongst them elector and arbitrator for Buskerud County. He n oneth eless lost his fortune after a few unfortunate transactions in th e summe r of 1865.
When the Krøder Line, a branch line from the Randsfjord Line, was constr u cted in the early 1870s, Rytterager wanted to become station master a t th e future Snarum Station. On 14 March 1872, he sent a letter to the o perat ions manager of the Randsfjord Line, asking for the position. He re ceive d a reply in a letter from the operations manager dated 28 Septembe r 1872 , in which the manager approved Rytterager's application. He was o fficial ly appointed station master at a meeting on 26 November 1872, a t the ag e of 63 years. His monthly salaries were 15 Norwegian speciedale r per mon th, as well as free accommodation, lighting and heating and a n ew unifor m each year. The uniform consisted of a trench coat, a hat wit h silver ba dge, single-breasted dress and west with flipped collar. In 1 873, it wa s decided that all serving station masters should have a red s trip aroun d the bottom edge of the hat, so that passengers more easily c ould recogn ize the station master.
Rytterager's duties as a station master were ticket sale, freight expedi t ion and supervision of logging at a side track at the station. From 2 0 Ma rch 1873, it was possible to send telegrams from Snarum Station. Ryt terag er sent telegrams to Vikersund Station, in which he stated the arri val an d departure dates of trains from Snarum Station. On 1 November 187 3, a po st office was opened at Snarum, where Rytterager was employed a s post ope ner for customers. His salary was therefore increased from 1 5 to 18 speci edaler on 1 January 1874, and from 18 to 20 on 1 November 1 875. After te n years in service, Rytterager retired from his positions a t the statio n on 1 December 1882. He was succeeded by Olaus Strøm.[4] H e lived togeth er with his wife a few years in the house of their eldes t daughter, befor e they moved to their own house at Modum. Here, Ryttera ger died on 17 Mar ch 1899 after he had fallen down a stairway in their h ouse. | Rytterager, Jørgen Olsen (I84284)
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Kathinka divorced Robert in 1934. A cancellation of sealing was grante d 1 1 October 1954. | Benson, Kathinka (I355)
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Kenneth II (Cináed mac Maíl Coluim) son of Malcolm I became King when Cu l en was killed, but faced a challenge from Culen’s brother Olaf. The cha ll enge was ended when Kenneth had Olaf killed in 977.
Kenneth submitted to King Edgar of England at Chester in 973 and in retu r n was granted kingship of Lothian. He pushed the borders south into ter ri tory previous occupied by the Northumbrians. He was said to be kille d nea r Fettercairn by Fenella, daughter of the Mormar of Angus, in reven ge fo r killing her son.
Kenneth II of Scotland, King of Alba was also known as Cináed mac Maíl C o luim, Coinneach mac Mhaoil Chaluim, Kenneth An Fionnghalach, and Kenne t h the Fratricide; His date of birth is not known, he died in 995). Th e so n of Malcolm I (Máel Coluim mac Domnaill), he succeeded King Cuilé n (Cuil én mac Iduilb) on the latter's death at the hands of Rhydderch a p Dyfnwa l in 971.
In 973 Kenneth II, along with many other kings, acknowledged Edgar, Ki n g of England as his lord in return for recognition that he held Lothia n , which he had seized from the Angles. In about 994, he broke his promi s e and invaded England. He was defeated and lost Lothian again. He kill e d Culen (the prior king's brother)in 977 and was himself killed in a bl oo d feud by Culen's son, Constantine, who became the next king of Scotla nd.
According to John of Fordun (14th century), Kenneth II of Scotland (reig n ed 971-995) attempted to change the succession rules, allowing "the nea re st survivor in blood to the deceased king to succeed", thus securing t h e throne for his own descendants. He reportedly did so to specificall y ex clude Constantine (III) and Kenneth (III), These two conspired again st Ke nneth and succeeded in causing his death.
The name of Kenneth's mother and the name of his wife are not known.
children:
- Malcolm II (Máel Coluim mac Cináeda) later king of Alba; confirmed s o n of Kenneth II
- Dúngal or Gille Coemgáin, possible 2nd son
Sometimes considered sons of Kenneth II but more likely to be the son s o f Kenneth III (Cináed mac Duib)
- Boite mac Cináeda
- Suibne mac Cináeda, a king of the Gall Gaidheil | mac Maíl Coluim, Cináed Kenneth II King of Alba (I12498)
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Kettle Falls, Washington, Saturday May 4, Adison Vinton, 14 years old, s o n of J.F. Vinton was accidentally killed this morning. He attempted t o dr aw a rifle towards him by the muzzle when the weapon was discharged , th e ball entering his heart. | Vinton, Adison (I167230)
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Kidnapped 846, married Giselbert, Count of Maasgau (Reginare) | Karling, Ermengarde Duchess of Moselle (I16428)
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Killed by Indians while serving with the 1st New York Volunteers, Comp D | Laskie, Alexander (I35364)
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Killed in Action WW2. He was a Gunner in the 14th Light Anti-Aircraft Re g iment, Western Desert. (Age 31)
SERIAL NUMBER - 60900
LAST KNOWN RANK - Gunner
LAST UNIT SERVED - 14 Light Anti Aircraft Regiment, New Zealand Artiller y , Second New Zealand Expeditionary Force
NEXT OF KIN - John William & Ethel Margaret (nee Hirst) Hooper of Palmer s ton North, New Zealand - husband of Cecilia Mona Dulcie Hooper of Palme rs ton North
CAMPAIGNS - Western Front
PLACE OF DEATH - Western Front | Hooper, William Wadman (I119285)
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Killed in battle of Menevia by Uther Pendragon | ap Gwrtheyrn, Pasgen (I41620)
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Killed when dragged by a horse. | Chadwick, Joseph Albert (I163761)
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Killed while serving as Acting Master of Steamer USS Mississippi, Civi l W ar. | Kelly, Robert L (I68775)
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King of Sicambri, fought Goths and resettled their old country. | Merodochus King of Sicambri (I15018)
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King of West Saxon 560 - 577.
Royal Ancestors of Some LDS Families by Michel L. Call, chart 716.
Ancestry and Progentry of Captain James Blount - Immigrant, by Robert Fr e derick Pfafman, p E-34.
Ceawlin (also spelled Ceaulin and Caelin, died ca. 593) was a King of We s sex. He may have been the son of Cynric of Wessex and the grandson of C er dic of Wessex, whom the Anglo-Saxon Chronicle represents as the leade r o f the first group of Saxons to come to the land which later became We ssex . Ceawlin was active during the last years of the Anglo-Saxon expans ion , with little of southern England remaining in the control of the nat iv e Britons by the time of his death.
The chronology of Ceawlin's life is highly uncertain. The historical acc u racy and dating of many of the events in the later Anglo-Saxon Chronic l e have been called into question, and his reign is variously listed a s la sting seven, seventeen, or thirty-two years.[1] The Chronicle record s sev eral battles of Ceawlin's between the years 556 and 592, includin g the fi rst record of a battle between different groups of Anglo-Saxons , and indi cates that under Ceawlin Wessex acquired significant territory , some of w hich was later to be lost to other Anglo-Saxon kingdoms. Ceaw lin is als o named as one of the eight "bretwaldas", a title given in th e Chronicl e to eight rulers who had overlordship over southern Britain , although th e extent of Ceawlin's control is not known.
Ceawlin died in 593, having been deposed the year before, possibly by h i s successor, Ceol. He is recorded in various sources as having two son s , Cutha and Cuthwine, but the genealogies in which this information i s fo und are known to be unreliable.
The annal for the year 592 in the Anglo-Saxon Chronicle reads: "Here the r e was a great slaughter at Woden's Barrow, and Ceawlin was driven out." | Wessex, Ceawlin King of Wessex (I14795)
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King of West Saxon. 534- 560.
Royal Ancestors of Some LDS Families by Michel L. Call, chart 716.
Ancestry and Progentry of Captain James Blount - Immigrant, by Robert Fr e derick Pfafman, p E-34. | Wessex, Cynric King of Wessex (I14208)
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Konstantinos I zu Schleswig-Holstein-Sonderburg-Glücksburg, King of th e H ellenes was born on 2 August 1868 at Athens, GreeceG.2 He was the so n o f William George I zu Schleswig-Holstein-Sonderburg-Glücksburg, Kin g of t he Hellenes and Olga Konstantinovna Romanova, Grand Duchess of Rus sia. H e married Sophie Dorothea Ulrike Alice Prinzessin von Preußen, dau ghter o f Friedrich III, Deutscher Kaiser, König von Preußen and Victori a Adelaid e Mary Louisa Saxe-Coburg and Gotha, Princess Royal of the Unit ed Kingdom , on 27 October 1889 at Athens, GreeceG.2 He died on 11 Januar y 1923 at a ge 54 at Palermo, Sicily, ItalyG, from a stroke.2 He was buri ed in Novemb er 1936 at Tatoi, GreeceG.
He was crowned King of the Hellenes on 18 March 1913.2 He gained th e t itle of King Konstantinos I of the Hellenes on 18 March 1913.3 Konsta ntin os I zu Schleswig-Holstein-Sonderburg-Glücksburg, King of the Hellen es al so went by the nick-name of Tino zu. He abdicated as King of the He llene s on 11 June 1917 He left the country, with Alexander named actin g King i n his absence.4 He was crowned King of the Hellenes on 19 Decemb er 1920. 4 He abdicated as King of the Hellenes on 22 September 1922.4
children of Konstantinos I zu Schleswig-Holstein-Sonderburg-Glücksburg , K ing of the Hellenes and Sophie Dorothea Ulrike Alice Prinzessin von P reuß en
Georgios II zu Schleswig-Holstein-Sonderburg-Glücksburg, King of Greec e b . 1 Aug 1890, d. 1 Apr 1947
Alexandros I zu Schleswig-Holstein-Sonderburg-Glücksburg, King of the He l lenes+ b. 1 Aug 1893, d. 25 Oct 1920
Helen zu Schleswig-Holstein-Sonderburg-Glücksburg, Princess of Greece a n d Denmark+ b. 3 May 1896, d. 28 Nov 1982
Pavlos I zu Schleswig-Holstein-Sonderburg-Glücksburg, King of the Hellen e s+ b. 14 Dec 1901, d. 6 Mar 1964
Irene zu Schleswig-Holstein-Sonderburg-Glücksburg, Princess of Greece a n d Denmark+ b. 13 Feb 1904, d. 15 Apr 1974
Katherine zu Schleswig-Holstein-Sonderburg-Glücksburg, Princess of Gree c e and Denmark+ b. 4 May 1913, d. 2 Oct 2007
Constantine I (Greek: Κωνσταντίνος Αʹ, Konstantínos I; 2 August [O.S . 2 1 July] 1868 – 11 January 1923) was King of Greece from 1913 to 191 7 an d from 1920 to 1922. He was commander-in-chief of the Hellenic Arm y durin g the unsuccessful Greco-Turkish War of 1897 and led the Greek fo rces dur ing the successful Balkan Wars of 1912–1913, in which Greece exp anded t o include Thessaloniki, doubling in area and population. He succe eded t o the throne of Greece on 18 March 1913, following his father's as sassina tion.
His disagreement with Eleftherios Venizelos over whether Greece should e n ter World War I led to the National Schism. Constantine forced Venizel o s to resign twice, but in 1917 he left Greece, after threats by the Ent en te forces to bombard Athens; his second son, Alexander, became king. A fte r Alexander's death, Venizelos' defeat in the 1920 legislative electi ons , and a plebiscite in favor of his return, Constantine was reinstated . H e abdicated the throne for the second and last time in 1922, when Gre ec e lost the Greco-Turkish War of 1919–1922, and was succeeded by his el des t son, George II. Constantine died in exile four months later, in Sic ily. | Schleswig-Holstein-Sonderburg-Glücksburg, Constantine I King of the Hellenes (I43837)
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Lady Godiva, Old English Godgifu, (died between 1066 and 1086), Anglo-Sa x on gentlewoman famous for her legendary ride while nude through Coventr y , Warwickshire.
Godiva was the wife of Leofric, earl of Mercia, with whom she founded a n d endowed a monastery at Coventry. The chronicler Florence of Worceste r ( d. 1118) mentions Leofric and Godiva with respect, but does not refe r t o the ride. There is no evidence connecting the rider with the histor ica l Godiva.
Vikings. Viking warriors hold swords and shields. 9th c. AD seafaring wa r riors raided the coasts of Europe, burning, plundering and killing. Mar au ders or pirates came from Scandinavia, now Denmark, Norway, and Sweden . E uropean History
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The earliest extant source for the story is the Chronica (under the ye a r 1057) of Roger of Wendover (d. 1236). He recounts that her husband , i n exasperation over her ceaseless imploring that he reduce Coventry’ s hea vy taxes, declared he would do so if she rode naked through the cro wded m arketplace. She did so, her hair covering all of her body except h er legs . Ranulf Higden (d. 1364), in his Polychronicon, says that as a r esult Le ofric freed the town from all tolls save those on horses. An inq uiry mad e in the reign of Edward I shows that at that time no tolls wer e paid i n Coventry except on horses. A later chronicle asserts that Godi va requir ed the townsmen to remain indoors at the time fixed for her rid e. Peepin g Tom, a citizen who looked out his window, apparently becam e a part of t he legend in the 17th century. In most accounts he was stru ck blind or de ad.
The Godiva procession, from 1678 part of Coventry Fair, is held every se v en or eight years. | Lady Godgifu (Godiva) Countess of Mercia (I14080)
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Lamond Benson Keller, 78, passed away at his home in Albion on Thursda y , May 31, 2012, surrounded by his loving family.
Lamond was born May 11, 1934, in Mink Creek, Idaho, the son of Rulon Mor g an and Margaret (Benson) Keller. He graduated from Caldwell High Schoo l a nd from Brigham Young University in Provo, with a bachelor's degree i n ag riculture. He married Betty Jo Garber and together, they had three c hildr en, Jeffrey Charles, Laura and Jay. They later divorced. On Oct. 24 , 1970 , Lamond married Sue Ellen Bulloch Callaway in Albion. They were s ealed f or time and all eternity in the Twin Falls LDS Temple on July 27 , 2011. J oining this union was Sue Ellen's daughter, Lori Lynn. Lamond a nd Sue Ell en then had two sons, Kristen James and Lance Bulloch. Lamon d worked thro ughout his life as a livestock nutritional specialist. He l oved horses an d his career. He was a dedicated husband, loving father an d a special gra ndfather. As a member of the LDS Church, he served a miss ion in norther n California, was a Scoutmaster and was a beloved Sunday s chool teacher o f the teenage class.
Survivors include his wife, Sue Ellen Keller of Albion; his children, Je f frey Charles Keller of Nampa, Laura (Brent) Moyland of Caldwell, Jay (A nd rea) Keller of Rigby, Lori Lynn Clayson and Kristen James Keller, bot h o f Albion, and Lance Bulloch Keller of Burley; 10 grandchildren; fiv e grea t-grandchildren; two brothers, George (Shareen) Keller of Nampa an d Jame s (Renee) Keller of Meridian; and one sister, Marue Simmons of Pro vo, Uta h. He was preceded in death by his parents; a son-in-law, Clair C layson ; and two sisters, Marco Foresgren and Beth Thompson.
The funeral will be held at 2 p.m. Tuesday, June 5, at the Albion LDS Ch u rch with Bishop Randy Brackenbury officiating. Burial will be in the Al bi on City Cemetery. Friends may call from 6 until 8 p.m. Monday, June 4 , a t the Rasmussen Funeral Home, 1350 E. 16th St. in Burley, and fro m 1 unti l 1:45 p.m. Tuesday at the church. | Keller, Lamond Benson (I14554)
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LaRae's writings - personal history
“We had John May 24, 1945 (mistake by LaRae – I believe she meant 1943 ) . I was then 20 years old. We enjoyed all the adorable things he did s o m uch.
We found out we were going to have another baby. My husband made excus e s to go to town without me. We lived on a farm. Sometimes he would com e i n at 12. Sometimes not at all. One day Uncle Sam called him to the se rvic e. I was then 3 months along with my baby.
My mother had moved over to Fredonia to send my sister to school. Whe n m y brother was 18 he took a radio code school through the army. It wa s lon ely with my husband gone and my folks where I couldn’t see them .
Mother was with me when Victor was born. He was a beautiful baby .
I suffered a lot with weakness in my back and eyes. It seemed hard fo r m e to go every day with my babies alone. When Victor was 10 months ol d I h ad scarlet fever. I collapsed while caring for my boys. The pain se ttle d in my back. Mother couldn’t leave her work. I came down to Freedon ia o n the mail truck. After that my back was so weak and I struggled fo r so l ong to do my work.
My husband saw Vic for the first time when he was 15 months old . “ | Lauritzen, Larae (I146466)
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Last King of Sicambri, Slain by Goths. | Antharius King of Sicambri (I15019)
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Last Rites Held for Hannah Nield Stott
On the closing day of the year just passed, funeral services were hel d i n the Meadow Ward Chapel for Hannah Nield Stott. Her death, a resul t of s enility occurred at 9:30 a.m. Saturday, December 28. She was the d aughte r of Joseph Merick and Jane Standring Nield, born in Oldham, Lanca shire , England, August 21, 1856. She was thus about seven months short o f eigh ty years of age. At her bedside at the time of her peaceful passin g wer e her son Earl, and her oldest daughter, Mrs. Ada Stewart. The en d was no t unexpected as she has been gradually failing for the past yea r and gre w rapidly weaker during the last week. She is the mother of sev en childre n, the oldest of whom lived but a few hours.The six living ar e F. Earl St ott and Ada Stewart of Meadow; J. William of Manti, Ethel Du ncan and Rulo n H. Stott of Meadow and C. Orval Stott of Logan. Younger s ister of the d eceased, Mrs. Emma Goddard, who is widely known and esteem ed for her abl e service as a member of the General Board of the Young Wo men's Mutual Im provement Association, is still living in Salt Lake. Th e living descendan ts also include thirty grandchildren and eight great-g randchildren. The d eceased will be remembered by the older members of th e community for he r many years of faithful service as a member of the Me adow ward choir, a s a counselor in the Relief Society, and as a member o f the Relief Societ y Stake Board. As was stated above, the funeral servi ce was held at 1: 0 0 p.m. The speakers, all former neighbors of the dece ased, were Bishop Je sse J.Bennett, Bishop Alonzo A. Kimball, and Howar d B. Bushnell. All pai d glowing tributes to the personal worth of the de ceased, particularly o f her wonderful kindly disposition which was neve r unduly wrought up ove r the varied contingencies of an active life. Mr . Roy Olpin of the Olpi n Brothers Undertakers gave thoughtful and painst aking attention to ever y detail of his work as an undertaker for the occ asion. The writer asks t he indulgence of the publisher and reader to con tinue a few lines of hist ory of the deceased. Like many thousands of peo ple in Western America, sh e followed her parents on the long westward jo urney in answer to the cal l of the Gospel of Christ. It may be of intere st to local readers to kno w that Elder John Kelly, grandfather of Jame s A.Kelly, was the fisher o f men who brought the earlier members of th e Nield family into the Gospe l net. The deceased, Hannah Nield, togethe r with her older sister Alice , and her younger sister, Emma, and the lat e Benjamin Goddard, of the L.D .S. Bureau of Information, came from Oldha m, England, to Utah and to Mill ard County in February of 1879, their par ents and brother Charles havin g preceded them here by four years. The de ceased for a time found employm ent at the home of Alfred Gullin Fillmor e and later at the home of Bisho p Kimball of Kanosh, from which home sh e was married to the late Willia m H. Stott of Meadow. (Progress, 3 Jan . 1936) | Nield, Hannah (I4893)
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Last Will of John Dillingham, Senr., In the settlement of his Estate a n d bequest of his goods and chattels real and personal and is as followe th :
In the name of God Amen, at death I commit my soul to God that gav e i t to be excepted through Jesus Christ my Saviour and redeemer. And m y bod y to the earth by a comely and decent burial by the order of my Exe cutors .
First, then I do order that all my just debts be paid out of my person a l goods before other distribution.
Item: At death I give and bequeath unto my son John Dillingham his he i rs and assigns forever, all my land and meadows that I shall die seize d o f and also all my housing out housing orchards and fences in and upo n th e same with the privileges and appurces thereto belonging exceptin g onl y what is herein reserved and ordered to his mother by this my Will . An d I do order and give unto my said son one convenient feather bed wi th su itable furniture to be set forth to him by Elizabeth, my loving wif e, t o be his full part of what he is to receive of my estate.
Item: I do appoint and order that Elizabeth my loving wife shall ha v e her third of the profits and income of my said lands and meadows duri n g her natural life. And one half of the orchards I die seized of durin g h er widowhood. Also I order that my said wife Elizabeth have the use o f al l my dwelling housing I now posses and make use and so much of ye ou t hou sing as she may have occasion for but not to exceed one third there of an d that so long as she continues and dwells my widow, and if she mar ry aga in then no longer to enjoy said housing but to acquit ye same tha t no oth er family may be brought into incommode or incumber my said so n John Dill ingham but in case of marriage as aforesaid then to return t o him. Furthe r considering my said wife Elizabeth being a weakly woman a nd that she ma y plentifully to support herself in old age and weaknes s I do order tha t she have the use and keep in custody all my househol d stuff or goods vi z: All Iron putter and brass and all my cash in han d be it more or less a nd all beds and bedding both linen and woolen an d table linen. And to hav e and receive of my son John Dillingham money s eventeen penny weight du e from him by four bills under his hand to the v alue of seventy or eight y pounds be it more or less and ye choice of on e of my houses or mares wi th furniture for her and own use and two cow s with the other money due up on bill.
Item: I do order that the estate left my said wife hand what is lef t t hereof at her decease be it more or less one third be at her own disp os e and bequest and the other two thirds to be divided in three equal pa rts . One third thereof to my daughter Hannah Thorpe and one third to m y daug hter Rebecca Gray and the other third to my daughter Sarah Jones c hildren . All equal alike and if my said wife Elizabeth should marry agai n then a n account taken of the said estate in her hands and one third th ereof t o her use and dispose and the other two thirds to my two daughter s and m y third daughters children as aforesaid.
Item: And all the rest of my goods and chattels that I die seized o f a nd not having above disposed of I do give in like manner to my two da ught ers [Hannah and Rebecca] and Jones children in manner aforesaid, an d furt her I give and bequeath unto my daughter Hannah forty pounds mor e and t o my daughter Rebecca forty pounds and to my daughter Jones child ren thir ty pounds more to be paid out of those bills due from my said so n John Di llingham containing or mentioning merchantable pay my daughte r Hanna an d Rebecka to receive ten pounds apiece by the first that becom es due, an d then they all to receive alike in proportion as it becomes d ue by bil l until the whole is paid.
Further I do hereby nominate and appoint my loving wife Elizabeth a n d my son John Dillingham Executors and Mr. Thomas Clarke Executor to th i s and on the other side my Will to be fully and completely according t o t he plain true intent and meaning thereof and further upon deliberat e cons ideration I do order the what of ye legacies by this will given t o my tw o daughters viz. Hannah Thorpe and Rebecka Gray shall be unpaid a t eithe r of their decease that such part of said legacies shall be pai d to eac h of their children. Respectively in equal proportion to each al ike and d o nominate and request John Wing, of Sandwich, and Samuel Sturg is, of Yar mouth, to see and be helpful that this my Last Will and Testam ent be full y executed.
In witness thereunto as being my last Will I the said John Dillingha m , Senr., have hereunto set my hand and seal this 15th day of Novembe r i n the year of our Lord 1707. John Dillingham (seal)
WILL: Subscribed and sealed in presence of
John Graham, Stephen Gorsham, Mary Gorsham.
Administration was granted to the above executors 14 July 1715. | Dillingham, John (I167578)
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Laura Brown, born in Denmark, Oregon, married Boyet. She also married Ch a rles Bennett. She married third to William E. Whipple, who was also a w id ower. Laura's father is Cyrus Milton Brown born in Iowa. Her mother' s mai den name is Iona or Jean Amen, born in Oregon. William Whipple wa s born i n Lehi, Utah. His father Edson Whipple was born in Salt Lake Cit y, Utah . Laura Brown's daughter Velma Fitzgerald is buried in Ogden Uta h where h er grandchildren also live.
A photo of Laura as a young girl is available on Ancestry.com .
She married last on Dec. 10, 1947, in Chehalis, Lewis, Washington. Willi a m E. Whipple and ceremony was by a Baptist minister C M Strong .
William's father is Edson Whipple from Salt Lake City, Utah. His mothe r M ary Beck or Back was born in Germany.
My daughter Joy Fitzgerald would visit Velma in the nursing home when s h e was a young bride, with Velma's great granddaughter Mandi Fitzgeral d We bster. Mandi's three children are second great grandchildren of Velm a's . Velma is buried in the Evergreen Cemetery on Monroe Boulevard and 4 00 N orth (North Street). | Brown, Laura Elsie (I20568)
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Lawrence Emery Eldredge was born August 26, 1874 in Coalville, Utah to A l ma Eldredge and Marinda Merrill. Lawrence went to grade school in Coalv il le, and later attended Logan State Agricultural College. After finishi n g his education, he found work in Coalville as the County Recorder. Dur in g this time Lawrence started to date a childhood acquaintance Flora Ma ria n Cluff who was born June 7, 1879 in Coalville, Utah. Flora, who wa s als o known as Follie, was the youngest daughter of William Wallace Clu ff an d Ann Whipple. Their fathers served together in the Summit Stake Pr esiden cy, and thus their families were intimate friends. Lawrence and Fl ora wer e married June 21, 1899 in Salt Lake Temple in Salt Lake City, Ut ah. At t he time of their marriage, Lawrence’s parents presented them wit h a beaut iful new home on the lot adjoining theirs in Coalville. Flora’ s parents f urnished the home for them.
Together they had five children between 1901 - 1918. They were; Emery Cl u ff, Blanche, Florence Claire, Alma, and Evelyn. Shortly after Alma wa s bo rn they sold their house and moved to Salt Lake City where both of t hei r parents had moved as well. They were only in Salt Lake a short tim e whe n they moved to Price, Utah. Flora’s older sister lived there, an d she po ssibly influenced their decision to move there. They were in Pri ce a fe w years when Blanche became ill with tonsillitis which left her w ith a rh eumatic heart condition. She died a year later at the age of nin e. Flor a was very unhappy in Price after the death of her daughter, an d the fami ly moved back to Salt Lake City, It was a bad time as ther e was a depre ssion and Lawrence had difficulty finding work. Finally thr ough a friend , he obtained a position with the Utah Conservatory of Musi c as busines s manager. He had a deep love of music and enjoyed working t here. After c onditions improved Lawrence bought a home in a new sectio n of Salt Lake C ity called Westmoreland. Later things began occurring ca using them unhapp iness, mostly things concerning their children and neig hbors. Finally the y sold their home and moved to California where Lawren ce opened a grocer y store in Lynnwood.
They are found on the 1920 Census as living in Compton, California. Lawr e nce did very well there until it became known they were Mormons. From t he n on his business went downhill. At the same time their oldest child , Eme ry, started having problems with his lungs. The doctors said the cl imat e was bad for him, so they sold their store and moved back to Salt L ake C ity where Flora’s mother gave them her home, as she was in Californ ia. La wrence obtained work as a night manager of the Newhouse Hotel. Eme ry show ed improved health, however Lawrence became quite ill and was dia gnosed w ith typhoid fever. He passed away after one month on November 3 , 1923 a t the age of forty-nine.
Flora was left with the welfare of her family, and took in borders to he l p the family survive financially. Flora lived to watch her four childr e n grow up and marry, some of whom moved back to California. Later on i n t he 30’s, Flora went to live with her daughter Evelyn in California an d pa ssed away in Los Angeles on December 15, 1953 with her daughters clo se by . Lawrence and Flora are buried in the Salt Lake City Cemetery, o n the sa me lot as both their parents. | Eldredge, Lawrence Emery (I154539)
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Leading his army, he is recorded as having slaughtered 1,200 Danes a t C a r n-Brammin (Bramblestown), in Co. Kilkenny in 845 AD. In 847 AD i t i s proposed that he had "Saint Canice's" Round Tower built. | mac Dunlainge, Cerball King of Ossory (I14924)
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Lee was killed at Kingman. | Penrod, Lee Ephraim (I160380)
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LEHI HEWARD
Lehi Heward was born 7 August 1851, in the old fort in Salt Lake City, U t ah. He was the fourth child (first son) of John Heward and Elizabeth Te rr y. His parents came to Salt Lake City in 1847, in the same company a s Bri gham Young. The family moved several times during his childhood, a t one o ccasion "going south" prior to the arrival of Johnston's Army. Th ey event ually settled in Draper, Utah. Lehi progressed through the chore s commo n to that period, that included herding sheep, planting and harve sting wh eat, and pruning orchards.
At 18 years of age, he was called to make two trips to Ft. Laramie, Wyom i ng (a distance of 500 miles) to help companies of emigrating saints. Th i s involved driving a four-horse team, something that Lehi had never tri e d before, and he suffered a few mishaps before mastering the nuances. B lo wing dust on these trips was a problem, and Lehi's eyes were irritate d fo r the next 8 months.
Lehi courted Susannah Talbot, and asked her hand in marriage, but Susann a h, who didn't feel ready for marriage, declined. Sometime thereafter ( 2 6 May 1873), Lehi married Janet Branden. A set of premature twin girl s we re born to them on 24 December 1873, but both babies survived less t han 1 5 minutes. As a complication of childbirth, Janet developed "milkle g" ( a condition characterized by painful swelling of the legs caused b y infla mmation and clotting of the femoral veins, so called because it o ccurs mo st often during lactation following childbirth) and died three m onths lat er (23 March 1874).
More than a year later, Lehi again asked Susannah Talbot to marry him, a n d this time she accepted. They were married 26 October 1875, in the End ow ment House in Salt Lake City. Lehi later teased Susannah, by suggestin g t hat, "Pity was akin to love. " Twelve children were born to this unio n .
They first homesteaded 100 acres of land at Lewiston, Utah, and lived th e re until the fall of 1877. Then, because of plagues of grasshoppers, th e y abandoned the farm and moved back to Draper, Utah, living at the hom e o f John Heward (Lehi's father). During the winter of 1877/87 Lehi wa s ver y ill for several weeks.
Susannah wanted to be with her own mother when her second child was bor n , so Lehi took her there. After visiting her sister, she left carryin g he r son Stephen. A big dog, belonging to neighbors by the name of Adam s, at tacked her, grabbed her skirt, and yanked her first one way then th e othe r. Susannah was terrified and screamed, but the Adams (man and wif e) thou ght it was funny and just stood by, laughing. Henry James Talbo t (Susanna h's brother), alerted by her screams, rushed to her aid, arriv ing just i n time to catch her as she fainted. When Lehi come home from w ork and lea rned what had happened, he was furious, so bright and early t he next morn ing he paid a visit to the Adams family. After telling them , "No dog is g oing to scare my wife nearly to death and live! " he sho t the animal. Th e scare brought on labor, and after two days, the baby w as born. When Sus annah recovered from childbirth, they moved back to Dra per and kept hous e for John Heward (his wife [and Lehi's mother] havin g died shortly befor e the baby's birth).
Lehi and Susannah responded to a call by Brigham Young for volunteer s t o settle in Arizona. In November of 1879, they moved (using a team an d wa gon) all their worldly goods and their two children to St. Joseph, A rizon a. On the trip, one of their horses died, and Lehi traded Susannah' s sewi ng machine for a replacement. During this trip, Lehi again becam e ill t o the point that he could not get out of the wagon. Susannah, wh o did no t know how, unhitched the horses, undoing every buckle she coul d find. Th e next day when it was time harness the team, she had a very d ifficult ti me, but, after a fashion, managed (with the help of another w oman and h e little boy). When Lehi recovered (in about two days), he vow ed, "If I r aise a dozen girls, I will teach them all to harness a hors e He ended u p with 8 daughters, and taught them all, along with his wife . Three week s after their arrival at St. Joseph, their second daughter ( Eliza Jane) w as born. Lehi's first mother-in-law accompanied them on thi s journey, t o help where she could. Not surprisingly, there was some fri ction betwee n her and Susannah, and it was not long before Mrs. Brando n returned to U tah.
The people in St. Joseph were living the United Order, and Lehi drew t h e job of freighting with oxen to Albuquerque, New Mexico, bring back sa lt , flour, sugar, and other staples. After four years, the family took a n e xtended visit to Utah and was gone for six months. Ruth (born 24 Sept embe r 1881 was a baby at the time). When they returned, Lehi was given t he jo b of caring for the United Order cattle. This made it necessary fo r the f amily to move to the mountains, where pasture was good, and the d anger fr om quicksand less. They made their home at Heber, Arizona, and t here Leh i became a cattleman when the United Order was dissolved .
Lehi was a cattleman during the so called "Pleasant Valley War" that rag e d between the "Grahams and Tewksburys," and was acquainted with many m e n that rode for the Hash Knife outfit. From a cane patch near their hom e , the made molasses, and Lehi habitually carried a sack of molasses coo ki es with him when he was riding, caring for his livestock. He would sha r e these cookies with other cowboys (including Hash Knife employees). Th ou gh this medium he gained confidence of these rough men, and instead o f st ealing his cattle, they would drive them back to his pasture. A smal l inv estment in cookies saved a lot of livestock .
Still, this was rough country with thievery rampant. Lehi had a beautif u l horse he had raised and trained, that he called, "Boxer" When he wa s aw ay from home, he had some chain hobbles made of steel and padlocke d the f ront leg of several horses together. The stable had a door like a n ordina ry house, so only one horse could come out at a time. Many night s Susanna h was awakened by the sound of someone trying to steal the hors e. One nig ht, she even saw someone peering over the top of her window bl ind, and sh e was afraid the man was going to come in and demand for th e key to the h obbles. Instead he contented himself with stealing some co rn .
A little neighbor boy often visited the Heward home and was very mischie v ous. One day Susannah saw the cellar door open and she thought he was i nt o the milk. She yelled as she rushed down into the cellar, but was cha gri ned to find Lehi drinking milk with several of the Hash Knife cowboy s .
Because he often wore clothing Susannah had made from deer hide, Lehi ac q uired the nickname of, "Buckskin." Being a tall man (well over six feet ) , his figure was unmistakable, even from a distance. He was an accompli sh ed tracker, and was often called on to help find horse and cattle thie ves . This was dangerous business, and during one outing, the came upon t hre e bodies hanging in a tree near the road they were following. Vigilan te l aw was quick, though not always thorough or just .
Because of continuing trouble with rustling, Lehi gave up the cattle bus i ness about 1888, and moved to Pine Creek (now Pine, Arizona), where hi s f amily lived for about three years. From here he moved to Tuba City, A rizo na, then joined with two other families to purchase the Moenava Ranc h. Le hi often worked with Fred Randall, a friend with a short stature. O ne day , their bedrolls got switched. Lehi's comment on that episode wa s that h e could not keep his navel warm. "If I covered my feet, my nave l froze. I f I covered my shoulders, my navel still froze." Because of hi s height, S usannah always had to make extra long quilts for him. The Ind ians in th e area called him, "Hostein Nez" which literally translated is , "old ma n long."
In 1903, the Federal Government seized the land around Tuba City, for us e s as an Indian reservation. Property owners were reimbursed at rates s e t by government assessors. The Indian School in that area was built o n th e foundation Lehi had constructed for his new home. The Heward famil y mov ed to Woodruff, where they maintained a home for the rest of thei r lives . Susannah was unhappy with this decision, wanting to be near he r famil y in Utah, and considering Woodruff to be, "on the very edge of c reation. " During this time, Lehi homesteaded in Dry Lake (also known a s Zeniff) , Arizona, moving out there to dry land farm during the numerou s times th at the Woodruff dam washed out. The family maintained a home i n Dry Lak e for several years before permanently returning to their hom e in Woodruf f in 1925.
Lehi passed away 2 December 1926, one year after he and Susannah celebra t ed their 50th Wedding Anniversary. Susannah had a horror of gophers dig gi ng into the graves in the Woodruff cemetery (as they often did then) s o s he had Lehi taken to Snowflake for burial. After her death three year s la ter, she was buried beside him in Snowflake. | Heward, Lehi (I23291)
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Lera Benson Whittle passed away peacefully of natural causes on June 1 0 , 2009 at age 102 while surrounded by members of her loving family .
Lera spent her entire life in service to others, beginning with her serv i ce to a devoted husband and their ten children. This service expande d t o include 58 grandchildren, 158 great-grandchildren, and 28 great-gre at-g randchildren.
She was born on a farm in Whitney, Idaho on May 4, 1907 to George Taft B e nson, Jr. and Sarah Sophia Dunkley Benson, the sixth of eleven childre n .
Lera attended Brigham Young University and was a sought-after elementa r y school teacher in Idaho.
She met her husband, Cyril Monroe Whittle, in Preston, Idaho and they we r e married in the Logan L.D.S. Temple on June 26, 1929 .
Cyril was also a teacher, and they often stated that their marriage to e a ch other was among the greatest of all gifts that life had given them.
This expression set the tone for their relationship, as well as for th e h armony that existed within their family and which exists to this da y .
Lera is loved and esteemed by every one of her direct descendants, ov e r a hundred of whom passed by her bed to say goodbye to her the day bef or e her passing.
Lera was an accomplished music director, choir director, and soloist. S h e taught special interest classes, was a visiting teacher, a district m is sionary, a relief society president, and a long time temple worker .
She lived with her husband and family in Cache Valley, Idaho, Imperial V a lley, California, Racine, Wisconsin, and Provo, Utah .
After her husband's death, she served a mission to England for The Chur c h of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints with her sister Margaret .
Her greatest satisfaction in later life, she said, came from her lov e o f family, and her love of the church with its numerous opportunitie s to s erve others.
Her family looks at her life as something to be celebrated. They will al w ays be grateful for the tenderness and wisdom with which she guided the m . She will be missed, but the memory of her exemplary life will alway s li nger on.
Funeral services will be held on Monday, June 15, 2009 at 10:00 a.m. i n t he Orem Northridge Stake Center, 1660 North 200 West, Orem, UT. Ther e wil l be a closed casket, but friends are invited to greet the family s tartin g at 9 a.m.
Published in the Deseret News on 6/14/2009. | Benson, Lera (I322)
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LeRoy disappeared when a young man - Nothing more is known of him. | Curtis, LeRoy (I162726)
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Levi was born 17 March 1873 in Harmony, Utah. His father was Levi Sawy e r and his mother was Elizabeth staples. He had a hard life as a boy. H i s parents were divorced and he lived with his father. When he was on l y 8 years old, he freighted with his father with wagons from Utah to Ar iz ona. The Indians were mean in this area and it was a frightening tri p fo r the young fellow. He became very ill with chills and fever and som e sol diers took him to Gila Bend and cared for him. When he recovered h e drov e the team and wagon back to Utah with his father in the wagon-be d sick w ith fever.
Other stories about his boyhood are told in the other history recorde d o n Family Search by Michael A. Goodrich
Levi married Rhoana Hatch on November 7, 1893 in Panguitch, Utah. They l a ter received their endowments and were sealed in the St. George Temple
When he married Rhoana Hatch he worked for her parents. Rhoana worked ha r d sewing all their clothes, including their garments by hand. They lat e r moved onto a ranch up the Mammoth River and ran sheep. During the sum me r Grandma Mary Ann Ellis Hatch lived in a little log house near by. Th e y spent some winters in Tropic, Utah so Levi could be home with the fam il y. At one time the reservoir broke in Hatch, Utah destroying the entir e t own. Because of this they moved to New Town. Grandma Hatch bought Unc le R oss Lynn's home and Papa (Levi) built a little house for his family . He l ater bought a larger home from Uncle Abe Workman.
Levi's mother-in-law, Mary Ann Ellis Hatch, trusted Levi to care for h e r cattle. She was the second wife of Meltair Hatch and was pretty wel l of f for the times. When Levi return from driving the cattle to Marysvi lle , Utah to meet the railroad train he would ask her, "Well Mother. Wha t d o you think I got for the steers?" He would then name a low price. Sh e wo uld always answer, "Oh no! You didn't let them go for that?" All th e chil dren would laugh when he told the good price for the cattle.
Rhoana and Levi had nine children: Sylva, Levi, Arfta were born in Mammo t h, Utah. Ernest, Ireta, Merlin and Venessa in Hatchtown, Utah and Delp h a and their stillborn baby girl were born in Lovell, Wyoming.
It was a hard adjustment for them when they moved to Wyoming. Rhoana's t w o sisters who married the Asay boys made the move first and told Levi a bo ut the opportunities that were there. He made a trip to see for himsel f a nd next spring he moved his family to the Big Horn Basin of Norther n Wyom ing. The last settlement for the LDS Church was sent to that are a aroun d 1903. The Sawyer family left Utah on May 1912 and arrived in Lo vell, Wy oming the 2nd of July.
They moved the family in two covered wagons pulled by horse teams. The g i rls and small children rode in the horse drawn white topped buggy. The y h ad 10 head of horses which included the teams, two saddle horses, an d ext ra work horse and a little colt. They took the long way around, pre sumabl y to be able to stop at stores along the way for supplies.
They traveled through Pocatello, and Ashton, Idaho, into Gardiner, Monta n a and through Yellowstone Park, past Fishing Bridge. They made camp out si de of Byron at the Patty Hatch farm the night before moving into Lovel l..
The men who drove the teams were, young Levi and his cousin, Ren Workma n , and Lyle Asay, another relative. Lyle was the father of Carlos Asay w h o became and LDS General Authority .
One night near the Idaho, Montana Border the family was making camp wh e n an automobile drove by, scaring the horses. Papa was sick and it fel l t o Levi, who had celebrated his 15th birthday on the trail, and his co usi n Ren to go after the horses on foot. The horses made their way clea r bac k to the previous night's camp where they were found by a rancher . The ra ncher had his son run them into a corral until the owners came a fter them . The two boys made their way back to the old camp and were sta rving by n ow. They looked for potato peelings that might have been lef t the previou s night.
Not seeing the lost stock they walked a mile to the ranch and asked t h e woman if anyone had seen some horses. She asked them if there was a c ol t with horses and they replied, "yes.". It was the happiest day of the i r lives when they heard the horses were safe in the corral and it was m ad e even happier when the lady insisted they come inside and eat. It wa s ab out midnight when the two boys, Levi riding in front and Ren followi ng o n the horses, found the family. Papa had built a large fire and sho t hi s gun into the air periodically to help the boys find their way. Eve n bef ore they could see the boys the family heard them singing at the to p of t heir voices, two young lads who had been sent to a man's job wer e happy t o have succeeded.
The first home for the Sawyer family in Lovell was on Montana Avenue bel o w the hill. It was later burned down by the city. They later moved dow n t he street to a larger home whey they purchased from Len Lynn. The fir st a utumn in Lovell, when all the leaves fell off the cottonwood trees , Rhoan a had a case of homesickness and she felt that she couldn't sta y there. P apa was sick at heart.
One of Papa's first friends in Lovell was M.D. Harris who gave him a j o b with his sheep. Once an older fellow tried to cheat Levi out of the m on ey he had earned herding sheep but M.D. spoke up and said, "give the m one y to the man that earned it." and the fellow obeyed.
In 1919 Papa (Levi) bought a ranch and sheep on the NoWood River near T e n Sleep. In the spring of 1920 the family moved on the ranch. Ireta wa s t he oldest girl living at home at this time. On 13 January, 1921, Lev i an d Levi Jr and Chris Lynn trailed the sheep from Cowley to the mounta ins.
In late fall of 1928 or 1929, Levi bought the M.L. Ranch and Five Sprin g s Ranch and moved back to Lovell He bought the ranch from a lawyer in B il llings, Montana. The original house built by Mr. Lovell had recently b urn ed down and the Sawyers had a new home built. It was a big white fram e ho me with a front porch and surrounded by a fence. Big cottonwood an d silve r leaf maple trees shaded the home. Numerous log buildings were o n the pr operty. Some were the original building from M.L. days and other s were bu ilt by the Sawyer family. These buildings were used as wash hou se, storag e, chcken coop etc. Two log homes were built and Ernest and hi s wife Rowe ne and young Levi and his wife lived in them. (Today, 2016 th e governmen t has the land and destroyed all the building the Sawyers bui lt and move d their house to an abandoned field. There is a official sig n naming th e owners of the ranch. Levi Sawyer's name if not listed. I sp oke to the o fficials about their mistake but it has not be rectified.)
They raised a large garden and enjoyed the orchard of apples and plums . T he big red barn not only served the farmers well but also entertaine d th e grandchildren and great grandchild who player in the loft, jumpin g int o haystacks and imagining fancy balls as each became a princess i f only b y imagination.
There was cistern on the hill and water from Willow Creek and later a di t ch from Five springs Creek furnished water for the "best ground on eart h. " Merlin and his family lived at the Five Springs Ranch. Sometime afte r t he Sawyers sold the ranch Willow Creek was diverted, robbing the thir st y land.
Snakes were plentiful and rattle snakes especially liked the ranch at Fi v e Springs. One time Delpha and Sylvla's two kids went to gather eggs on l y to find a huge blow snake curled around the nest. Merlin stuck a pitc hf ork into the snake and raised it above his head and its tail reached t h e ground. The ice house kept ice throughout the summer but cutting th e ic e from the frozen Big Horn River was a job on one enjoyed.
When Papa (Levi) was running sheep on the Big Horn Mountains, Mama (Rhoa n a) and the kids went too. They would camp on Bear Trap Mountain. They s ta yed in sheep wagons, trap wagons, and tepees. Rhoana cooked for 24 me n i n a sheep wagon during shearing season.
When Papa retired he sold the M.L. Ranch to his son-in-law, Milo Mills a n d he and Rhoana moved to Ten Sleep. Their youngest daughter Delpha an d he r family lived with them. Ireta and her children were close by. Art a an d her husband, Homer Asay, later owned a home in Ten Sleep.
The Ten Sleep home with it's white stucco walls and a white picket fen c e was a lovely place for all of the family. (McKay Allphin, my father , st uccoed the home.) Rhoana's sparkling kitchen was the hub of the hom e wit h good smells welcoming hungry family to hurry home to Grandma's fo r som e real cooking.
As he aged Levi helped Milo Mills on the Broken Back Ranch. Here an inci d ent happened that showed the strength of character he possessed. He ha d a cquired the habit of smoking in his youth, he was now in his late sev enti es. one day he was leaning against the corral and reached into his p ocke t for a smoke. As he pulled out a cigarette he said to himself, "Wha t i n the hell am I doing this for?" and he never touched them again .
Levi died August 15, 1956 and is buried in Lovell, Wyoming. He left hi s t iny companion of whom he said, "She was the straightest woman I eve r met , a perfect lady."
This story was related to me, Joyce K Allphin Goodrich by Rhoana Sawye r , her daughter Sylva Wilder and her son, Levi Sawyer (jr.)
His parents were divorced and he lived with his father. When he was on l y 8 years old, he freighted with his father with wagons from Utah to Ar iz ona. The Indians were mean in this area and it was a frightening tri p fo r the young fellow. He became very ill with chills and fever and som e sol diers took him to Gila Bend and cared for him. When he recovered h e drov e the team and wagon back to Utah with his father in the wagon be d sick w ith fever.
He was often hungry and once bought a can of salmon and being almost sta r ved, he hurried behind the store and ate the entire salmon. He was prom pt ly sick. Levi told of watching each year at the community Christmas tr e e as the other children received the Christmas presents. Little Levi ne ve r received a gift until one year he was given a pair of skates.
He ran away from his dad and went to Ogden, Utah to his mother. He was a f raid of his step-brother and hid for two days under the porch until hi s m other found him. His mother had to work to keep the children, but hi s fat her wanted Levi. | Sawyer, Levi (I138158)
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Lewis T. Williams was born on January 30, 1895 in Salt Lake City, Uta h t o William Reese and Elizabeth Lewis Williams. He was the middle chil d o f three children. Lew or L.T., as he was affectionately called, was b or n and raised in the Avenues of Salt Lake, living predominately at 64 9 6t h Avenue in his childhood. He attended Lowell Elementary. Lew was on ly ab le to finish the 8th grade, because he worked various jobs to hel p and as sist his parents with family finances. At age 20 in 1915, he wa s a cler k for FJ Lucas grocery, working there for 2 years before being i nducted i nto the United States Army on September 11, 1917. He served the re until h is discharge on September 11, 1919. He obtained the rank of Se rgeant an d served in locations in New Jersey, Alabama, and Kansas. Upo n his discha rge, he returned to work at FJ Lucas for 25 years .
Another significant life event after his discharge was meeting and marr y ing Lucile Gardner. They were married on September 3, 1924. That unio n wa s blessed with three children, L. Keith - July 9, 1926, Russel l G - Marc h 19, 1929 and Lucile Marie - December 19, 1931. He and Lucil e and thei r children were sealed in the Salt Lake Temple on September 3 , 1941 afte r 17 years of civil marriage.
Lew worked long hours, arising at 4:30 am each day and arriving home aft e r the grocery store closed at 7pm. At this point, Lew was not active i n t he Church. He was a very devoted father, husband, and dependable prov ider . During the Great Depression, Lew and his family faced many times o f cha llenge and sacrifice. Because he was in the grocery business, the y alway s had some food in the house, although sometimes it was scarce. I n 1943 , a situation arose in the F.J. Lucas family store, and even thoug h Lew h ad been a tireless and faithful employee there for years, a famil y membe r of F.J. Lucas was promoted to manager and Lew found himself wit hout tha t position. This action provided much of a dilemma and much cons ternatio n for Lew. However, with this door closing behind Lew, a windo w of opport unity came his way with a job offer from Associated Foods. Le w was a fait hful employee there for 18 years, retiring in 1961. It was s aid of him a t his retirement that he was fair, forthright, had a clear , clean record , a sharp undeviating sense of honesty, and an unmatched w ork ethic. Le w was very modest about his accomplishments at Associated F oods, never dw elling on his long hours or brisk tempo of his work .
During 1940-41, Lew became active in the Church and received the Melchiz e dek Priesthood, being ordained an Elder. In September of 1941, the fami l y was sealed in the Salt Lake Temple. From that point on, there was n o tu rning back and Dad joined the rest of the family in devoted Church a ctivi ty and service.
With the creation of the North 21st Ward in 1946, Lew was called to be t h e First counselor in the Bishopric serving there until 1951. Regardles s o f what callings he had from that point on, he served dutifully and fa ithf ully, giving more than 100%. He was continually watching out for nee ds o f others. Even in the twilight of his life, observers could see hi m visit ing others, delivering birthday cards, and being a devoted home t eacher . Whenever he visited grandchildren, we all were witnesses to hi s tireles s service. He could not rest, nor sit still for long. He was fi xing thing s, trimming and mowing, and helping out .
At his passing and funeral in September of 1979, it was said to him th a t he was like "King Benjamin in the Book of Mormon" When you are in th e s ervice of your fellow beings, you are in the service of your God". L ew h as left quite a legacy to his family and friends. Lovingly submitte d b y his granddaughter, Sandra Lynn Williams Beck | Williams, Lewis Thomas (I154997)
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Lieut. Elisha Smith
(26 January 1679 - 1 May 1714)
Lieut. Elisha Smith, s. of Seth Smith & Mary Thurston, b. of record at M e dfield, Massachusetts Jan. 26, 1679/80. He d. at Windham, Connecticut M a y 1, 1714, Æ 35.
On Jan. 15, 1699/700 at Medfield, Massachusetts, Elisha m. Elizabeth Whe e lock, dau. of Capt. Eleazer Wheelock & his 1st wife the former widow El iz abeth (Fuller) Sabin, b. at Medfield, Massachusetts Jan. 2, 1678/9. Sh e d . of record at Windham, Conn. Jan. 20, 1703/4, Æ 26. Elisha & Elizabe th h ad the following two children:
• i. Seth Smith, b. at Medfield, Massachusetts Oct. 25, 1701; d. unmarri e d at Windham, Connecticut June 24, 1724, Æ 23.
• ii. Esther Smith, b. at Windham, Connecticut Nov. 24, 1702, d. at Wind h am Oct. 10, 1737, Æ 35; m. at Windham Oct. 20, 1719 as his first wife , De a. Ebenezer Wales, Esq., s. of Dea. Nathaniel Wales & Susanna Blake.
Sometime prior to 1713, Lieut. Elisha Smith m. a second wife named Eliza b eth, whose identity has not been determined .
They had the following two children of record at Windham:
• iii. Martha Smith, b. Apr. 26, 1713; she is included in the May 1716 d i stribution of her father's estate, but no further certain record of he r c an be found.
• iii. Mary Smith, b. May 23, 1714; she is included in the May 1716 dist r ibution of her father's estate, but no further certain record of her c a n be found.
In Manwaring's digest of the Hartford Probate District, Vol. II, p. 29 7 , citing Probate Vol. VIII, is:
• Elisha Smith, Windham. Invt. £207-09-09. Taken 22 July 1714, by Samu e l Webb and William Allen. [Invt. in Probate Vol. IX, page 56.]
• Court Record, Page 209--2 August 1714: Adms. granted to Elizabeth Smit h , widow of sd. dec(ease)d.
• Page 210--2 August 1714: This Court appoint Jonathan Bingham of Windh a m to be guardian of Esther Smith, about 12 years of age, daughter of El is ha Smith, decd. Recog. £70.
• Page 211--2 August 1714: This Court appoint Ralph Wellock of Windha m t o be guardian to Seth Smith, 12 [sic] years of age, son of Elisha Smi th , decd. Recog. £70.
• Page 14 (Vol. IX) 1st May 1716: Elizabeth Smith, Adms., by her attorne y , Samuel Webb, exhibits account of her Adms. Allowed. Order to dist. t h e estate:
To Elizabeth Smith, widow, land, with...........................£03-06-04
To Seth Smith, only son,.........58-12-08
To Esther, Martha and Mary
Smith, to each,.....................29-06-04
And appoint Capt. John Fitch, Jonathan Crane and Joseph Cary, of Windha m , distributors.
What happened to the widow Elizabeth Smith and her two daughters is curr e ntly unknown to the memorialize. | Smith, Lieutenant Elisha (I11686)
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Lieutenant in Armands Corp. during the American Revelutionary War. | Reidel, John Henry (I92185)
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Life History of Charlotte Kelsey
who married Delaun Mills Cox
In 1856 , Easton Kelsey was called by President Brigham Young to help g e t out rock for the building of the Salt Lake Temple then in constructio n.
Easton did not want to leave his wife alone ( Abigail Finch Kelsey ) s o h e took her with him where she helped to cook for the men who were get tin g out the granite. Here Charlotte was born.
Easton Kelsey - carpenter, maker of mills, for timber and flour - soo n w as called to settle in Dixie, St George, Utah. They were not here lo ng u ntil they moved to Ash Creek where the wife Abigail kept an inn an d care d for a dairy of milk cows, while her husband East spent most of h is tim e away building mills and running them.
When Charlotte Kelsey was fourteen years old she was quite mature and h a d dark hair and eyes flashing with life and mischief. At this time th e K elsey family went on a visit to the Muddy in Nevada. Here Charlott e me t Delaun Mills cox, and he fell in love with her. However, she emph atica lly said “no”. With a low but hopeful spirit he requested she writ e to h im if she should ever change her mind. When at home again her fol ks an d their friends kept dropping a word here and there about what a fi ne ma n ‘Laun Cox was, and occasionally remarked that ‘Lottie did not see m to c are a drop for him. This kept her thinking and she finally wrot e the let ter
The young man had a team of horses which pulled their wagon the 600 od d m iles to Salt Lake City where “Laun and “Lottie’s small brother Willia m we nt with them. It took 15 days to reach Salt Lake, and they had a lo vel y time all the way. Daniel H. Wells married them.
When they returned they settled in Washington, Wash, Co., Utah. Delau n h elped to build the cotton mill (the only one the Church ever operated . ) He helped build the mill machinery and kept it in working order, imp ro ving it occasionally. This proved to be a fine work as he ever did i n th at line. Lottie’s father owned two lots in the village and gave on e to h is daughter. Here they built their log cottage and here was bor n Abigai l and Elvira.
When the United Order was begun in Orderville, Kane Co., the family mov e d up, stayed at Mt. Carmel until a home in Orderville could be built . Th ey were the third family to finish and move into their home in thi s new t own. The town built up quickly and Charlotte took her turn cooki ng in th e rock ovens for the village, because they all ate together i n a common d ining hall.
The United Order was lived well and everyone in it prospered, but it w a s discontinued by the advice of President Brigham Young in about 1884 . T hey were in need of clothing so they divided the town into district s wit h women at the head of each district to take charge of weaving wool en clo th with cotton warp which they called ‘Linsey.’ Charlotte had char ge of o ne district. The young girls did the spinning and one of the ol d ladie s wound the bobbins. Only the best weavers wove. Charlotte wa s one of t he very best.
Charlotte always said “I am going to do this much today,” and then work e d until she got it done, no matter how late it was before she could g o t o bed, “Her daughter Abigail said that her mother was an excellent sp inne r and her weaving ability increased amazingly.
Two families in the ward were selected to raise silk worms; Charlotte w a s one. When the cocoons were ready, it was Charlotte who unwove them a n d wove the cloth. Without aid she wove the silk into 8 years of clot h 1 8 inches wide. This shows her skill in this art. No loom was fine e noug h to weave silk onto so ’Laun made one for his wife. The result wa s a fi ne beautiful cloth, a rarity in the United States. Of the cloth s he mad e 6 handkerchiefs, 12 inches square. Three were white ladies” han dkerchi efs and 3 she dyed magenda for men. She made the magenda colorin g from r oots and it was a bright red, mellowed with purplish and pinkis h shades.
Delaun installed a little feed mill in the creek and his children and wi f e helped grind cornmeal, graham flour, and other necessities. The tow n m ill burned down, and it was four years before it was rebuilt, mostl y beca use the United States marshals were raiding polygamist families i n the ef fort to jail all men with plural wives. Orderville was compose d mostly o f these families and obeyed its strict, high moral code. So d uring thi s critical period ‘Lottie and her 5 children kept the mill goin g every da y and most every night, except, of course, the Sabbath, to kee p the tow n supplied with flour. They washed and dried the grain, then g round it . The father came usually at night and helped them, especiall y in the we ighing of the gists, and moving of the filled flour barrels . This taxe d the strength of the family and the eldest girl, Abigail, h urt her bac k lifting the grain sacks and it became a permanent injury.
When the father was ‘on the underground’ as they called it, he hid in t h e near hills most of the day. Elvira was entrusted with carrying his m ea ls to him. Each day he would be in a different place or she would ta k e a different route. He hid in the corn or the rocks on the hillside , us ually with a companion hiding for the same purpose. The family laug hed a bout it later but it was a very trying experience for the childre n and th e wives. Charlotte had to evade the marshals too, or they woul d try to f orce her to give information. On ‘quiet’ days children were p osted on lo ok-outs on the top of a hill to watch both ways for a buggy . The marshal s used black buggies, a luxury unknown to the local people , so it was eas y to identify ‘the law’. The men in the fields could b e warned to hide b y a signal. One day a Marshall stepped into the Lau n Cox home, found onl y 2 little girls hiding in the bedroom. He asked w here their mother was . The eldest, Charlotte, said she was over to th e neighbors, while the y ounger one, Maggie, said, “Oh, she isn’t either , Charlotte, she’s down a t the mill.” He left and Charlotte cried and s aid, “Oh, Maggie, now you’ ve told where Ma is and Pa will have to go t o jail.” Maggie was innocentl y very repentant. Charlotte ran through th e field to warn her mother an d Maggie followed. The Mother had alread y fled to the willows alone th e creek, accompanied by several other wome n. As the Marshall looked thro ugh the mill, Maggie spied her Mother an d called and waved to her. Whe n her Mother did not answer, she ran towa rd where she was until Mother st epped out and motioned her back. Maggi e stopped and finally caught on, a nd the day was saved.
Mother Charlotte cox was a very reserved and even retiring personalit y . She always said she could not do public work, but she learned she co ul d later. She was a good singer and she attended choir practice regula rly . Much of the time Laun or her son Leonard were the choir leaders . Sh e was short, firm build of the sturdy pioneer type. Her judgment w as eve n more solid and she was thoroughly dependable. She was a counsel or in t he Relief Society for years and her judgment and decisions were h onored a nd invariably sound and safe to follow. She had the respect o f all who w orked with her. Her self-control was commendable. She is ne ver known t o use a swear word. She said “That is enough, “to her livel y children an d that was all she ever said. If more was needed, one fir m slap slightl y below the middle of the back was sufficient. She neve r gossiped and ta ught her children tolerance as in her saying. “You can’ t measure that per son in your half bushel.” Her daughter Abigail says t hat her calm, fir m way of speaking her terse wisdom make it ‘stick’.
She detested to see quarreling and fighting, and kept a firm hand over h e r children when at home, although she never interfered in their petty d if ferences or their fun. She especially had to hold Leonard down becaus e h is nature was like fir, and he had to be told when to quit teasing . He d id not have a brother to even up with him. She was a strong an d health y woman and was called on by neighbors and relatives for advic e which wa s given kindly, mildly, and wisely and could always be depende d on as goo d.
The last ten years of her life she was quite ill from a stomach injury r e ceived from the constant pressure of the loom on her stomach. In 190 9 sh e worked as a counselor in the Primary. When she had but two childr en un married, they moved to Hinckley. At Leonard’s request his father a nd mot her and brother Orin came to Idaho to help him. His wife was fata lly ill . They had a small home, tended bees, and kept a fine garden bes ides hel ping their son Leonard through his difficulties.
One July day a thunderstorm came up very suddenly and she said, “Oh, Lau n , we’ve got to cover the bee hives.” And hurried from the house. He f ol lowed. She walked through the orchard and was nearly to the tow of be e-h ives when lightning struck a large cottonwood tree, split it in hal f an d grounded, killing her instantly. Laun was several yards behind an d wa s knocked down with the shock. Her Patriarchal Blessing promised he r sh e should never taste death. She didn’t. She was one who never los t he r temper, became frenzied, or lost self-control; yet she was not i n the l east domineering. We cherish her memory.
Written by one of her daughters. | Kelsey, Charlotte (I174365)
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Life History of Gunhild Christine Anderson
1895 - 1987
This history is in the words of her husband Oscar because of a stroke th a t took Christine's speech.
Christine was born in Norrkoping Sweden on April 7, 1895. She was the ol d est of three girls.
During her time in Sweden her father owned a bakery. I understand he w a s a good man, being leader of a society to stop drinking. Her mother w a s sick most of Christine's young life, dyeing at the age of 34 of lun g di sease. It was necessary for Christine to help raise the younger chil dre n so she didn't have much chance to play.
She was baptized at eight years of age. Her parents were converts to t h e L. D. S. Church. The missionaries were holding meetings in the same a pa rtment building that her family lived in. One teacher and several stud ent s gave Christine a bad time in school because she was a Mormon. Man y time s the Mormon missionaries would walk Christine to school to ward o ff trou ble from other students.
In 1908 when Christine was twelve years old her mother died. Her fathe r s ent her to America to live with her aunt. (her mother's sister) Sinc e thi s aunt was not yet married she had no place for Christine to live , so i t was necessary for her to work for different families. She worke d for Br igham Young's grand daughter, having to work harder than any oth er plac e she worked. She worked for a Catholic family for two years, the y wante d to adopt her but she wanted to be a Mormon. She also worked fo r Bisho p Spolding, a Catholic bishop. This was her first job in Americ a having m et Bishop Spolding through Apostle Penrose in England.
On the way from Sweden to America she was stopped at Liverpool England b e cause of bad eyes. She was given the choice to either go home or on t o Am erica. She wanted to go on to America, but it was necessary she sta y at L iverpool until her eyes got better. Apostle Penrose, head of the B ritis h Mission, had her stay at his home during this time. Many times th ey wou ld bring home a Swedish sailor to talk to Christine, as they coul d not un derstand Swedish and she could not understand English.
Christine graduated from grade school in Sweden. The catholic family s h e was living with sent her to two years of high school in Salt Lake .
During her early teen years she danced with a group from Salt Lake at La g oon. She was a good dancer. She also sang in the choir in the Scandinav ia n church, held each Friday night.
After marriage she never worked outside the home, but was always busy . I f anyone needed help she was there. During the flu epidemic of 1918 s he h elped many people.
She was work director in the Relief Society for twenty or twenty five ye a rs. She will be remembered for her beautiful handwork. In 1928 she p u t a cutwork tablecloth in the fair at Missoula Montana. It was sent t o th e world's fair in Chicago. She received a gold certificate. Many art icle s were displayed at fairs and also at the Mormon handicraft store i n Sal t Lake. At one time she wanted to put a pair of cutwork pillow case s in t he fair, and she was turned down. They said the work was too perfe ct an d had to be done by a machine.
Christine was the first person in Richmond to get a pacemaker.
Although Christine is unable to tell us, by her actions we know she lov e s and appreciates her children and anyone stopping to visit.
This history was told to Joyce Murray in July 1980 when she was eighty f i ve years old. She passed away on April 19, 1987 at the age of ninety t w o after living the last fifteen years of her life unable to speak becau s e of a stroke that she suffered.
Some other details of her early life and her voyage to America as tol d t o me are that the school where she attended in Sweden and the Luthere n ch urch and graveyard were all on the same plot of ground and that afte r he r mother died she could see her mother's grave from her seat in th e class room and when the teacher caught her looking out the window the t eacher w ould hit her hands with a ruler for punishment. Also some of th e other sc hool children would put dirt on her lunch and the teacher woul d make he r eat it anyway. On the boat from Sweden to England as they wer e crossin g the North sea the storms sprayed saltwater into her eyes caus ing the in fection in her eyes. While in England since she could not spea k English s he wore a sign on the front of her clothes that said who sh e was and wher e she was going and on her back that said who she was an d where she had c ome from. When she was finally allowed to come to Ameri ca she was accompa nied by some missionaries who were coming home. The sh ip docked in Canad a and then she traveled by train to Salt Lake. She wa s the only member o f her family to come to America.
Whenever we went to visit grandma and grandpa, grandma always had the be s t fresh baked goodies I ever tasted. She must of had some of the talen t s of her father. I remember well the many fancy cutworks that she mad e fo r her grandchildren. I can still hear the old telephone that was i n the f ront hall that you had to turn a crank to signal the operator tha t you wa nted to make a call. I don't think they even had phone numbers t hen. The y just called the operator by name and said something like " ple ase rin g ______ _______ for me" and the operator would ring the other pa rty an d connect them together. My mother says that when they went to th e place s to build schools that there would not be housing available an d that the y would live the whole summer in a tent at the construction si te.
Written April 29, 2000 by Bruce Sparrow (grandson) | Anderson, Gunhild Malvina Christine (I126497)
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Life in Coonville / Pleasant Green, Utah
"The four families met together on Christmas and New Years for a numbe r o f years. Mother had another sister living in Pleasant Green, Aunt Nan cy D earden. She and her husband, Uncle Joe (Joseph Thomas Dearden, 1838- 1923 ) had four daughters, all older than we were. Aunt Nancy met with a n acci dent in her early married life and was an invalid for years so cou ld no t join in with the others."
Excerpt from autobiography of Bertha Coon Chambers, written 1972. | Hirst, Nancy Ann (I116)
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Life Sketch by Daughter Sandi Mason
I want to tell you a little bit about the man I spent a lot of time wi t h over the past 10 months. I am so grateful for the man that I get to c al l DAD!
Any of you that have called and talked to dad over the past year know th a t dad was never around for a long time…..he was just there for a good t im e! I will always hold that song dear to my heart. My siblings and I mi gh t have even called dads cell number just to hear it one more time ove r th e past week. In this life sketch, I hope that you can see just that ! No m atter what, dad always had a good time!
Mark Ken Johnson was born September 13, 1951 to Chester and Stella Johns o n in Fillmore Utah.
Dad grew up in Holden Utah with his 5 sisters Jerri, Pam, Diane, Ginge r , and Penni. and 1 brother Jeff.
Dad enjoyed spending time with his grandpa Mark, working on the farm, a n d being doted upon by his 4 older sisters!
Like all families the Johnson family had chores to do everyday. When th e y turned 10 years old they had the privilege of milking the cows by ha n d with a one leg stool, hobbles, and a bucket between their knees. Dad s o lder sisters did this everyday until they graduated. Well, when dad t urne d 10 years old, grandpa Chet purchased an electric milker and dad di dn' t have to milk by hand one time!
At the ripe old age of 13 dad was loaded up in the pickup with his ste e r in the back and grandpa Chet hauled them to Richfield to the Fair. Gr an dpa unloaded dad and the steer and handed dad a few nickles and told h i m that he would be back in 3 days to pick him up. As grandpa drove awa y D ad looked around, saw some boys that looked about his age and made li fe l ong friends from Wayne County. I guess that was the thing to do bac k then . These young men were in the same boat as dad. Together they pool ed thei r money, found a hotel room and had a little more fun than was pr obably e xpected.
As dad got a little older he borrowed grandpa Chets pickup (without perm i ssion) to meet his buddies in Fillmore. On discovering his missing tru c k grandpa became more and more angry and after dads curfew had long pas se d he was nearly beside himself. Dads sisters sat at the kitchen tabl e pl aying cards as grandpa recited all the (sue purrr la tives) he inten ded t o issue to dad when dad returned. (The girls thought dad warrante d suc h a chastisement as grandpa had been very strict with all his girl s and t he girls hadn't seen much sterness when it came to dad.) Dad fina lly walk ed through the back door well past curfew and grandpa said, “Had n’t ough t to do that again son” in the sweetest voice. Dad was truly a f avorite!
Whenever dad a an errand to run or a job to complete he loved to have so m eone with him. On one such day he needed to move some cattle and the we at her was terrible - splitting snow and cold wind howling, dad asked Gin ge r to come a long with him saying, “It will be fun” a phrase dad becam e kn own for. Dad was able to accomplish many more tasks in his life fro m th e help of others with these 4 simple words. “It will be fun!”
Dad was not very fond of school but he pushed through and graduated fr o m Millard High School in 1970.
A couple of months ago dad had me call and get his High School transcrip t s for some paperwork that we were putting together. I called to let da d k now that I had received the transcripts in the mail and he was so exc ite d and thanked me for getting them. I told him that I had opened the m an d looked them over. He said good. That will be good. We talked fo r a fe w more minutes and then hung up. It wasn't 2 minutes later and da d calle d me right back and said….”Did you say that you opened up those t ranscrip ts and looked at them?? Please don't let my grandkids see those !” We ha d a good laugh for a few days about them.
Dad married Linda Lu Shepherd in 1971 and together made there home in Ho l den Utah where they had Shelli and Scott. Later they moved to Aurora a n d had Sandi.
Dad loved having family around. There were many summers when nieces an d n ephews would come and stay with dad and he would put them to work a t th e Feedlot and helping around the farm.
One particular time that was shared with us illustrates just who dad wa s .
This is a story told by dads nephew Dale.
“I remember pushing the pit one afternoon and getting stuck with the tir e s buried in the silage. I stepped out of the tractor and saw that I pu t m yself into a real fix. i shut it down and slowly started walking bac k t o the shop to tell uncle Ken the dreaded news. Getting something tha t val uable stuck was new to me. My little mind thought this was irresolv able . He heard me out and then walked back to the pit with me. I think h e cou ld tell I was pretty worried about the situation .
He simply stated “i’ve never been stuck so bad that I couldn’t get out . ” I asked if we were going to need a helicopter. He laughed and then br ou ght over the other tractor and hooked up the cable. After some time, e ffo rt and several maneuverings he successfully pulled me out. I remembe r ho w relieved I felt when my tractor finally started backing up.
Since then, and from time to time, I’ve gotten stuck and seen other peop l e get stuck in life for a lot of different reasons. Many times I reflec te d on his confident and reassuring response in the pit that afternoon . Tha t was a valuable lesson he taught me that summer. He helped my focu s on t he solution and not the stuck.”
Dad married Tamra Curtis in 1982. Together they had Stetson and Kenze.
Dad did a tremendous amount of untold good for so many people. From sile n tly sponsoring kids at the Fair, putting forth money when times got ha r d for families, offering young men a job to learn the value of hard wor k.
Dad loved to reach out and help whenever the opportunity presented itsel f . One day dad gathered up a few of his nephews and his cleaned out hi s ca ttle trailer. Together they drove to Carson City Nevada to move hi s siste r back to Utah. As dad pulled into the neighborhood in Utah (wher e a catt le truck was clearly out of place) he noticed a few men standin g outside . Dad pulled along the side of them, rolled down his window an d said, “Se en any stray cattle?” The look on their faces was priceless a s they repli ed. “Um, no…. I haven't seen any!” Dad smiled drove off an d gave the nei ghborhood a sound with his air horn!
Dad was a prankster! He got a lot of mileage joking back and forth wit h h is sisters.
in the middle of the night dad received a phone call from his taxidermis t . He was informing dad that there had been a fire and all of dads Alask a n mounts were lost. Dad was sick! Shortly thereafter dad found out tha t h is mounts had not been lost, and there had been no fire. That it wa s hi s sweet sister and her husband getting dad riled up. Dad always ha d to st ay on the upper hand. A few months later that sweet sister receiv ed a dum p truck load of manure perfectly placed in her driveway.
If there is one thing that dad is famous for, its “if 1 is good, 10 is b e tter!” Dad lived by this rule. Whether it was shirts, boots, coats, hat s , INSULATORS, whatever it was that caught dads eye, he always had a fe w t o give away!
One particular time his sister Diane called and asked if she could g e t a couple of ball bearings from dad. Dad was more than willing to ge t he r some but decided that a truck load of them in her driveway would b e s o much better than just a couple!
During the year 2000 Dad moved to Las Vegas Nevada where he began worki n g for Freshener construction. Dad wasn’t very fond of his gated communi t y when they told him that he couldn’t have more than one pickup parke d a t his place, and that his 10 foot wooden pinsky bear would have to go . Da d began looking for a new location. During his travels back and fort h fro m Las Vegas to Sunnyside Ranch visiting his father. Dad grew quit e fond o n Pahranagant Valley.
In 2003 dad moved himself to Alamo Nevada. He nestled into his 2 acre pr o perty where his bear and all of his trucks were welcomed! Dad started h i s own feed business and loved selling to locals in town. Dad was alwa y s a people person and started selling hay in Las Vegas where he gaine d so me great clients and more importantly great friendships!
Dad loved to watch movies! He had his favorites that he watched over a n d over and over! One in particular was The Grinch. From this movie da d pu lled one of his famous lines…..anytime dad needed something accompli she d he would say, We need to go and get this done, “And when I say we , I m ean you”
Dad always talked highly of his good friends! As I would listen to dad t e ll me about his close friends over these past 10 months, I truly knew t ha t dad was surrounded by good people. Dad didn’t let too many people ge t r eally close to him, but the ones that did, dad truly admired and look ed u p too!
In 2013 Dad fulfilled a life long dream of owning his own ranch in Hik o N evada. Dad loved to spend his time working and making improvements o n thi s ranch. Dad loved to take his family there and enjoy time with the m i n a place he loved to be.
In 2015 dad became a brand inspector for the surrounding counties. Dad w o uld always tell us that he made nothing being a brand inspector, but t h e friendships he developed while doing it were priceless!
In January 2016 our lives were forever changed when we received the pho n e call from dad telling us that he had been diagnosed with esophageal c an cer. We spent the first month taking dad to different doctors trying t o f igure out what was going to be the best option for treatment .
In February dad began radiation and Chemotherapy treatments. As siblin g s each of us were able to take a week at a time and go stay with dad. D ri ving to and from St. George at 4 am, because dad HAD to have the earli es t appointment so he could get back home and make sure everything was o k t here, are treasured memories we will have forever!
In June we received great news that the treatments had worked and the ca n cer in dads esophagus was gone. Only to hear in the next sentence tha t i t had spread to other areas of his body. Dad never once complained o r gri mmaced at what he was facing. Although dad never let on for us to k now, H e knew that things weren't good. Dad got things in order and sol d his ran ch to a great friend of his. Although it was hard for dad to le t the ranc h go, he knew that he would not be able to give it the attenti on and car e that it needed.
In July dad started a 3 month trial chemotherapy treatment. Dad felt go o d and was able to take this treatment at home. I would continue to trav e l to St. George and meet dad every two weeks to see how the trial was w or king. Mid August dad really started to not feel very good. His level s kep t dropping at every appointment that we would go to. By September t he app ointments became weekly. The doctors were trying to figure out wha t was c ausing dads pain. Each week I would notice dad becoming more an d more exh austed. 2 weeks into doctors trying to figure things out I fin ally calle d the doctor and told him that dad was in tough shape. He aske d me wha t I talking about because when he asked dad how he was doing, da d told hi m great! Its all good. I feel good. I was able to get dad in th e next da y and run some tests. Dad was given some medicine to subside th e pain an d 3 days later we admitted him into the hospital .
Having the opportunity to go all all of dads appointments with him, nobo d y could understand just how bad dad was getting when I would tell them , b ecause whenever they would call and talk to dad he would always say , “i’ m good. I feel good.”
We are forever grateful for the last two weeks of dads life that we we r e able to spend right by his side. Even at the end dad was still makin g u s laugh!
A few things that will forever remind us of dad:
Lifesavers
Peanut M&M’s
Pickled Eggs
Dad always had a story to tell, it was just our job to figure out if i t w as true or not
Dad would always say, “That’s good, that’s one less thing to worry about”
Movies dad loved:
The Ultimate Gift
The Bucket List
As we have gone through dads things over this past week, we have come up o n some treasures.
We found numerous letters to dad from his sweet sister Diane. And at t h e end of each one it would say, “I hope to see you soon!’
Dad and Diane got there “soon” Sooner that we were anticipating. I a m s o grateful for the knowledge that I have of eternal families and th e oppo rtunity dad has to be with sister Diane!
I am so grateful for the opportunity I had to bear my testimony to dad b e fore his passing. I pray that he will remember the great moments tha t w e had together, as i will cherish them for the rest of my life! | Johnson, Mark Ken (I42202)
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LIFE SKETCH OF
KATIE MARY OLSEN TALBOT
I, Katie Mary Olsen Talbot, was born August 6, 1872, at Glenwood, Sevi e r County, Utah, and was the third daughter in a family of nine, six gir l s and three boys. My parents were John Olsen, born in Denmark (In Denma r k he was known as Jorgen Nielsen. He changed his name when he came to A me rica.), and Eliza Marie Sanderson, also born in Denmark.
I attended grade school and worked at times to pay for my schooling. I w o rked as a Primary teacher for three years. I went out with the Primar y an d gathered wheat-heads off the farms and put them in sacks. Then th e olde r boys would come with teams and wagons and haul them off to the t hresher , then sell the wheat to get money to build the Manti Temple. I a lso help ed the Primary to sew carpet rags to make carpet for one room i n the Mant i Temple. I then helped the Young Ladies to make a large rug f or the Temp le.
When I was young we used to have a May Day parade and the band would pl a y and everyone would take his team and wagon and lunch and would driv e t o the head of town about a half mile then go around a mountain hal f a mil e to a nice lake, then there would be men to take us for a boat r ide. The re was a nice meadow there, and a fine spring of water come ou t from unde r the mountain, and there was a lot of water-cress. The boy s and men buil t a large bowery, and we would have a program and have a Q ueen of the Ma y and her maids. I enjoyed it very much. After lunch we wo uld play games.
When I was quite young I remember seeing the Indians come down out of t h e mountains on the war-path. There was a man in our town who could tal k t o them. So when he would preach to them, they would calm down and b e quie t, and then go back up into the mountains.
During one winter I worked for a widower, a school teacher, taking car e o f his children while he taught, and then he would help me with my sch oo l work evenings. I worked out at house-work for one dollar a week fo r sev en weeks also at different places.
I was visiting with my married sister in Spanish Fork, Utah, when I fir s t met Stephen Barton Talbot at a dance. We were married February 6, 188 9 , in the Manti Temple. His first wife, Russelletta Brownell, had died , le aving three children, two girls and a boy. I raised these three moth erles s children. When we were first married we lived in Kaysville, Utah . We li ved there for three months then moved to Ogden, Utah.
My husband had a lot of stock which he let a man take up into the hill s t o feed for the summer. Bro. Talbot had an outfit and worked his tea m an d helped to build the depot at Ogden. We lived there about six year s or m ore, hauled lime from the canyon down to Ogden to build with. Thre e of ou r children were born in Ogden, Andrew Melvin, Merlin Alma, and Sy lvia Rus selletta. Andrew Melvin 6 July 1890; Merlin Alma 28 July 1892; a nd Sylvi a Russelletta 1 April 1894.
I should have mentioned that Bro. Talbot was born 15 November 1855, at T h orn River District, Queenstown, South Africa. His parents were Henry Ta lb ot and Ruth Sweetnam.
We moved to Leamington, Millard County, Utah, in the fall of 1894. The r e ason we moved from Ogden: there was no work. We couldn’t get hay for t h e cows, so we sold the cows. We heard there was work down at Leamingto n o n a smelter. We moved down there the first of December. It was good w eath er when we left Ogden, but we traveled five days, and on the sixth d ay w e traveled quite late before we could get a place to stay for the ni ght . But we did get a good place to stay
The next day we had to double teams and swim the river, but there were s o me men at the camp who helped us across. We surely were lucky, for the r e were large chunks of ice in the river and it was hard for the horse s t o go through to get on the other side with the wagons loaded so heavy .
We had been on the road seven days and our horses were tired. Then it sn o wed on us most all day. The road was up-hill grade for several miles, a n d the teams were tired, so my husband had to come back and get my tea m an d hook on to the head wagon and drive to the head of the grade. Tha t lef t me sitting there with the children. Then he and the little boy (R ussell ) came back with the teams to get us. Then we traveled on for a wh ile, ha d to go through a canyon and the snow was deep, we had to go dow n a mount ain. The head wagon slid down sideways. Then my husband swung h is hat fo r me to come on down. I told him “no,” to come and get us. The n we travel ed on a ways. It was very cold, and the snow was deep. The ro ad was broke n. In several places there had been a cloud-burst in the sum mer and flood ed the roads, so that we had to double teams again down ou t of the canyon . My husband went up on the side of the mountain to get s ome brush to mak e a fire for us to stand by until he came back with th e teams. It got dar k and was very hard to make the fire burn in the sno w and wet, but we did n’t freeze to death. We finally made it to Leamingt on and found some frie nds to stay with the rest of the night.
Then the next morning we found a two-room adobe house to live in. The ho u se was on a twenty-acre piece of land. Part of it was pasture, a few ac re s of brush, and the rest was farming land. The man who owned the plac e ha d four head of stock running in the field, and he lived up north. H e wrot e for us to milk the cow when she freshened, until he came down i n the sp ring to get them. He had lost the place. So, in the spring in 18 95, the s melter shut down, and we rented the place and plowed seven or e ight acre s of land, and were going to plant potatoes, corn, squash, an d a garden . Then Bro. Talbot got a chance to shear sheep out on the dese rt. His lit tle boy, Russell and I took him out there, and we picked up s ome wood o n our way back as we were coming through the woods. Then Russe ll, the lit tle twelve year old boy and I hooked up the team and went u p the valley a nd bought some corn and potatoes off my husband’s brother . He said, “Yo u will just eat them,” but we irrigated the land, then pla nted two acre s of potatoes, two of corn, and one of squash and one acr e of molasses ca ne, and a large garden. The worst feature was having t o go so far to ge t the water. We sold one of our harnesses and bough t a cow and two smal l pigs. We soon had plenty of weeds to feed them, an d then the corn and s quash came along, and the pigs grew fine and were b ig for winter. We brou ght two dozen chickens with us from Ogden, and the y laid good all winter . In the spring I raised a lot of chickens.
We had to go back out to the desert to take more food out to my man, a n d we brought more wood back with us. Then we cultivated crops. My husba nd ’s little girl, Josephine (Josie), nine years old, took care of my bab y w hile I farmed. His oldest girl, Matilda (Tillie) was working away fro m ho me.
We didn’t have any well; so we had to harness the horses and hook the m t o wagons and go to the river to get water in a barrel for the pigs an d ch ickens and do the washing, then packed the drinking water from a nei ghbor ’s place about a block away. When we began to irrigate, we didn’t h ave t o haul so much water.
In the spring if 1895, we bought 20 acres of land and grubbed the brus h o ff, and hired a man to haul logs from the canyon to build a house wit h, t hen sold the land.
When my husband came back from shearing sheep, he worked for a Mr. McEnt i re for three months and came home evenings. He led the choir in churc h an d also played in the brass band for dances and celebrations on the F ourt h and Twenty-fourth of July. He also played the banjo for dances an d ou r neighbor played the violin.
We were in Leamington the year that Utah became a state (January 4, 1896 ) , and I helped to make a United States flag. We held a meeting and h a d a nice program. Bro. Talbot and I sang a song. I joined the Mutual wh il e in Leamington and was a Relief Society teacher. My husband worked i n th e mutual and was a Ward Teacher, also taught a class in Sunday Schoo l.
The first of August, 1895, my husband went over to Gunnison Valley and w o rked on the thresher for two months. He had to take wheat for pay. He g o t two bushels of wheat a day and board and team food part of the time . Wh eat was thirty-five cents a bushel. He had part of it ground to flou r an d brought it home. The little boy and I cut the corn down and borrow e d a team and hauled it to the stack-yard, and put the squash in the cel la r and part of the potatoes. I also dried lots of corn during the summe r a nd had lots of dried beans and lots of vegetables to put in the cella r.
When the molasses cane was ripe, the tops had a lot of fringes on them , a nd the fringes were covered with pretty black shiny seeds about the s iz e of flax seed or little longer, and the stalks had long leaves on jus t l ike corn leaves. I knew I had to get those long leaves off, so I go t a pi ece of board about half as long again as my arm and whittled one e nd al l around to make a smooth handle, then I took a file and rubbed th e othe r end of the board sharp on both edges, then went down one row an d up ano ther and stripped all the leaves off the cane stalks. Then I bor rowed a c ane cutter and cut all the cane down. Then I got a piece of hea vy board a bout three feet long and the axe and went down the cane patc h and laid th e tops of the cane on the board and cut all the fringes of f with the axe . Then I borrowed a team and hauled the cane down to the m olasses grinde r to have the juice ground out and have the juice put i n a vat and cooke d to molasses. I put part of the cane stalks through th e grinder, then le ft the little 12 year old boy to finish putting the st alks through the gr inder while I went and stripped the leaves off a patc h of cane for the ma n so he would have time to cook the molasses for me . He had to watch th e molasses so it would not boil over and waste. The n we got the molasse s in a barrel and took it home. When my husband cam e home from working o n the thresher, he again worked for Mr. McEntire al l fall and part of th e winter and came home evenings.
We worked the place the next spring (1896) and raised good crops, but d i d not raise any molasses cane. We bought two more cows. In the fall m y fo urth child was born, John Forrest, October 24, 1896. The next sprin g we w orked the place again and raised good crops, also a large patch o f molass es cane. My husband worked at the ranch a while then worked up i n the mou ntains east of Leamington at some mines a company was having du g out, the n came home and helped to gather the crops and get the molasse s cooked.
That fall our children had the typhoid fever. We almost lost the two you n gest, and my husband’s boy, Russell, died. The doctor said he had diabe te s. He was 14 years old.
In the year of 1898 my husband worked on the railroad again most all sum m er and winter, and again I raised the crops that year, and on October 2 8 , 1898, my fifth child was born, Owen Cash. The next spring (1899), w e mo ved to Gunnison, Utah, and bought 20 acres of land and took two cows , tw o teams, and two wagons with us, and turned one team and one wagon a nd ha rness to pay on the place. We rented a house to live in until we co uld bu ild one.
Brother Talbot went up in the mountains with team and wagon and hauled d o wn logs to build a couple of rooms, and then went out to work on a ran c h with his team to get money to buy lumber for the floors, doors and wi nd ows. He went up the canyon to a sawmill and hauled the lumber down. On e o f my uncles lived close by, and he helped lay the logs up and put th e roo f on, and I helped lay the floor and put the windows and doors in , and wa s helping with the plastering when my husband had to quit and g o to wor k on the thresher, so as to get flour for winter. He also picke d up potat oes.
The boys herded the cows during the summer. We raised quite a few chicke n s and two pigs, so we had meat for the winter. I built a chicken coop o u t of the scraps of lumber left from the house, and I finished plasteri n g the inside of the house while my husband went to the hills to get wo o d for the winter. Then he worked on a ranch to get hay for the team an d c ows.
Here, too, my husband led the singing at Sunday School and meetings an d p layed the banjo for the dances, and my cousin’s man played the orga n an d another man played the violin. There were four Farnworth men and t hei r families took up land and lived there also, and we had nice times t oget her.
The trustees sent out lumber and material to build a school house and a l l the men helped to do the work on the building, and that was our meeti n g house also.
In the spring my husband railed the brush off one acre of land by the ho u se so we could plant a garden. Then he railed brush off five acres on t h e further end of the 20 acres to plant wheat. Then he got a job to wor k s ingle-handed up in the canyon, and we needed money, so he went away a nd m y little ten-year-old boy, Andrew (Andy), and I hooked up the team a nd we nt down the valley and borrowed some wheat and I told the man we bo rrowe d from that I would bring it back in the fall.
My husband came home from the canyon one day to get some supplies, a n d I told him I had got some wheat to plant, so he went and scattered i t a ll over the land with his hands. The land was not plowed. He said, “ I gue ss the birds will eat it,” but in that country they furrow the lan d to ir rigate it, and as he had to go back to work again, I hooked the h orse t o the plow, and my little boy rode the horse to guide it straight , an d I held the plow handles, and we furrowed the land. Then a nice rai n cam e along, and when my husband came home, the grain was up and lookin g fine .
The brush down in that country is not a sage brush. It is called greas e w ood, and is good for feed. I grubbed brush to feed a couple of hogs a ll s ummer, and they grew fine. We also had a good garden and chickens t o fr y during the summer. My husband plowed a large ditch at the head o f the g rain patch and turned the water down the furrows we had made, an d the gra in looked good. Then my husband and our little boy took the tea m and wen t off to work in the hay field. Then some men came up from Dese ret and to ld the people to turn the water down the river, and they shu t our headgat e down, and we thought our grain would be a failure. My hus band hired m y uncle’s boy to haul water for me, as we had no well and ha d to water pi gs and chicken. Then he took the team and went up north t o Malad, Idaho , to work in the hay and grain, and he took the youngest g irl that I ha d raised, Josephine, with him to visit her grandmother Talb ot at Kaysvill e. The oldest girl, Matilda, was at Ogden. The boy that wa s going to hau l water for me hauled two barrels of water then got anothe r job. Then th e people down the valley said to go ahead and take the wat er again, so w e were all glad for one more watering. It was all the grai n needed. The n a man came and told me I could take the water at ten o’cl ock in the eve ning, so my ten-year-old boy, Andy, and I went out and ope ned up the row s that had been filled up. At twelve o’clock he got sleep y and I went t o the house with him, got a lantern and went back to tak e care of the wat er. I worked all night and until seven o’clock in the m orning. Then a ma n came and said he was going to take the water next . I had just turned th e water down the last six rows. He asked me if I h ad done all that work , and I said, “Yes, I have,” so he said he would g o home and eat and the n come and take the water.
We got our drinking water from my uncle’s well, but had to have water f o r pigs and chickens. I had to plan a way to haul water. The boys ha d a po ny, and I took a small goods box and made two holes in one end, th en I se t a ten gallon keg in the box, took a piece of rope and tied a kn ot in ea ch end, then I cut the rope in half and pulled the rope throug h the holes , leaving the knots inside the box. Then I took a gunny sac k and tied i t around the pony’s neck, backed him up to the box, and tie d the ropes o n each side of the gunny sack. Then I led the pony down abo ut a half mil e to a canal and filled the barrel with water and led him b ack. Sometime s our little boy could go get the water, and sometimes th e pony would ge t balky and rare up and spill the water. Then I would hav e to go and lea d the pony back, and the boy would feel bad because the p ony wouldn’t com e for him.
My husband worked up north for about two months. I had my uncle’s boy c u t the grain, and when they threshed, I had mine threshed, and I helpe d wi th the food and with the cooking. I had the grain home when my husba nd ca me home. We had quite a lot of grain ground into flour, also return ed th e wheat I had borrowed from my uncle. My husband then worked on th e thres her for a month or so; then we sold the place and most of the chi ckens. W e got a good wagon and team and harness, two cows, and a few hun dred doll ars, also sold some of our furniture and put some of it on on e wagon an d filled one wagon with flour and some other things. We had th ree cows, a nd the little boys rode their ponies and drove the cows, an d we moved bac k up to Ogden.
We landed there the first of November, rented a house, and the childre n s tarted to school, and my husband got work with his team and bought so me h ay and coal. Then on the 7th of January my sixth child was born (190 0), a nd we named him Virgil LeRoy. We stayed at Ogden until spring, the n move d up to Malad Valley, where my husband and the boys worked in th e hayfiel d all summer. Then the first of September we moved down to Fiel ding, Utah , and rented a house there, and my husband went up east acros s the Bear R iver and worked on a dam where a company was taking out a ca nal. He worke d there until fall, and the children went to school in Fiel ding. We staye d there until spring. Then we moved to Basalt, Idaho, an d rented a hous e and my husband worked on the railroad for a month. The n he worked in th e hay and grain, and the little boys worked all throug h the potato harves t and then they and my little girl went to school.
That fall, December 7, 1902, my seventh child was born, another boy, a n d we named him Oswin Oral. In November my husband got a job with his te a m railing a piece of land for a farmer, and made enough to buy what ha y w e needed. He then went to the lavas with some other men and got enoug h wo od for winter use. In the spring we bought forty acres of land in Ba sal t with the brush on it, turned a team and cow and some money on it. T hi s was in 1903.
We then went up to Goshen and rented a house for a couple of months whi l e the men folks worked in the hay, after which they went to the mountai n s and got logs to build a house. We hewed the logs on two sides and go t t hem laid up, and I helped again with the doors, windows, etc. We the n too k a contract to put up some more hay there in Goshen, and I cooke d for th e men, after which we finished the house and moved in. The men f olks go t out timber to build sheds, etc., for the team and cows, and a c hicken c oop.
In the fall, the boys worked in the potato crop again and then went to s c hool. My husband worked here and there and hauled wood on Saturdays wh e n the boys could help. The oldest girl I raised (Tillie) had married a n d lived in Goshen Ward, and the youngest girl (Josie) worked up in Ida h o Falls. My oldest boy (Andy) had rheumatism very bad in the winter o f 19 03, and was in bed a lot of the time, but he got better so he woul d wor k in the spring of 1904.
They railed the brush off several acres to plant in hay, grain, beets, a n d potatoes and a garden. The boys also helped dig ditches and build lev ie s. We gathered the crops, building a cellar to put potatoes in. Then t h e oldest boy went off to work.
On October 4, 1904, a baby girl was born, Mary Edith, and our youngest g i rl that I raised (Josie) came down from Idaho Falls and stayed for a mo nt h or so, then she went to Malad to visit her aunt, her father’s sister , a nd in February 1905, she married and stayed down there at Malad.
In the fall of 1905 my oldest boy went down to Malad to stay with his si s ter and go to school and do chores. He came back in the spring and help e d get crops in, and got sick again with rheumatism for a while. We work e d on the place building it up, bought another team and cow, and buil t a g ranary, also bought a new buggy. Our place was right close to schoo l an d church.
On 23 July 1906, my ninth child was born, Loran Elmer.
The second year we set out fruit trees and berries. We lived there fou r y ears. Then the canal company built a canal there, and my man said i t woul d cost too much to irrigate. So he sold the place and bought anoth er plac e over at Woodville across the river from Shelley. We moved ove r there th e first of March and my tenth child was born 25 April 1908. Sh e was name d Minnie Elzada.
We raised some good crops of hay, grain, and beets, and planted a few fr u it trees, and I also planted a large strawberry patch, and bought mor e co ws, living there until the next spring, when we sold the place and m ove d down the valley to the little town of Rich to get more range for th e st ock. We lived there three months, then sold the cows and bought a ha lf bl ock of land at Moreland, with a house on and shade, etc., and frui t tree s and raspberry patch with berries all ripe to pick and apples, pl ums an d prunes getting ripe. We also bought 80 acres of land north of Mo relan d about a mile away with fruit crop, hay in the stack, and second c rop re ady to cut and eight acres of grain ready to cut. We built a cella r on th e lot and canned lots of fruit and sold lots. We also had a lot o f chicke ns
After the crops were gathered, the children went to school. The boys hel p ed cut wood on Saturdays. The next year we had good crops and lots of f ru it and berries, and the next spring we sold our lots in town and bui l t a two-room house out on our farm and moved there. That spring my elev en th child was born (19 May 1911) a baby boy whom we named Clinton Verno n . And my oldest girl, Sylvia, got married 7 June 1911 to Irving Christe ns en of Moreland, and the second oldest boy, Merlin, went up the valle y t o work.
This same summer my nine year old boy, Oswin, fell in the People’s Can a l and drowned. We called for him to come to dinner, and he didn’t come ; s o we went out to look for him, and the two big boys found him in th e cana l. I was outside and saw them coming, and I started to scream. I c ouldn’ t help it. Then I heard the children scream. Then I came to my sen ses an d went out and opened the door so the boys could bring him in. The y lai d him on the floor. He was so wet and covered with mud. I had to cu t al l his clothes and shoes off to get him washed. Then I said to the bo ys, “ There is a long board out by the granary. Get that and saw it in tw o, an d we will lay them across some chairs.” And I wrapped him up in a s heet , and the boys laid him up on the boards. Then I was give out and sa t dow n on a chair to weep. His father had been sitting on a chair like h e coul dn’t move. Then he noticed that I had not combed the boy’s hair. S o he we nt and combed his hair. He then said to the boys, “Go hook up th e team an d go get the Bishop and Brother John Wray.” Then they brought t he Bisho p and two Relief Society women with them. It was sure a comfor t to have t hose ladies with me. Then my husband went off with the men t o arrange fo r a casket and to phone to the older children. The evening a fter the fune ral I took very sick with the cramps. The boys went and go t the Elders t o come and administer to me, and I got better, but was i n bed for severa l days.
After the harvest was over in the fall of 1911, the two big boys who h a d been up the valley working came home and helped get out the winter’ s wo od, then went to Malad for the holidays. Then the oldest one went t o Garl and to work in the sugar factory. The other one went to Malad an d helpe d his oldest brother to get crops in that summer, then went to Sa lt Lak e City to work.
Well, that year we set out fruit trees and planted strawberries and rasp b erries and shade trees, and had good crops, and also raised some beet s an d dug a well. I also took a patch of raspberries to pick on shares . The n ext spring we had a nice garden planted and the usual crops, an d the beet s were about ready to thin when my husband sold the ranch. S o we got chea ted out of our fine garden.
We rented a two-room house on the townsite. We did have our chickens. T h e children and I lived there, and they helped to pick the raspberrie s o n shares. My husband and the oldest boy took the team and went up t o Bann ock Valley, up in the mountains south of Pocatello, Idaho, and go t a piec e of land and went in the hills and hauled logs there on the lan d. I cann ed lots of fruit and got the children’s clothes ready for schoo l. Then m y husband came back and said he was going to build a house an d move us u p there. But I told him it was too late to do things like tha t, as the wi nter would be so cold and the snow so deep. So we sold the r ight of way o n the land and the logs and bought a little place in the co mmunity of Gro veland, about three miles east of Moreland. Our place her e was small, bu t we raised good crops of grain, hay, beets, corn, and po tatoes, with a g arden and lots of flowers. The boys worked out when the y could, thinnin g beets, etc. Brother Talbot worked for the sugar factor y most of the tim e with his team, cultivating beets, etc. So when he wa s away, I had to ir rigate the crops and milk the cows. We had no well o n the place, so I ha d to carry our drinking water from a well a block ea st of us and our was h water from the canal a block west of us. I picke d raspberries on share s for three seasons, till those we planted were be aring. I was a Relief S ociety teacher in Groveland for several years.
Brother Talbot went out to the Indian reservation and mowed hay for th e s ugar company two or three seasons, and would then work at the Paterso n Be et Dump in the fall. I would take him out to work and then come bac k an d milk the cows and separate the milk, dig beets for the pigs, hau l som e water, hooking a horse to a stay and going to the canal with a ba rrel , carrying drinking water, and do the housework; etc. And some day s we wo uld get up early, and I would lead the horse while my man held th e plow , and we would dig a few rows of potatoes, which I would pick up w hen I g ot back from taking him to work.
When I had them in sacks, I would hitch the horses on the buggy and ba c k it up to where they (the sacks) were, put a board from the end-gat e t o the ground, and roll them up in the buggy. Then I would take them t o to wn and get groceries and coal.
The third year after we set our raspberries out, we had to have them pic k ed on shares from then on. My girl, Sylvia, who lived in Pocatello cam e w ith her children and picked several seasons. We set out strawberrie s an d had lots of them, too. We had to take some of them to town to sell , bu t people mostly came to get them from Pocatello and elsewhere.
My boy, Forrest, that left Malad to go to Salt Lake to work that year, w r ote me a few times, and I answered his letters, and then I didn’t hea r fr om him for a year or more, and my letters started coming back to me . The n there were two boys who came back to Malad on Furlough, and my bo y, (pr obably Andy) who lived there knew them, and asked them if they kne w his b rother, and they said “Yes.” He had joined the army when they did , and th rough them we got his address, and I wrote to him. He wrote righ t back an d said he was sorry he had not written, but he hated to let m e know he ha d enlisted in the army, and I told him if he had written I w ouldn’t hav e been so worried. He was so tough and small for his age, onl y 17 years o ld. He was at the Mexican border acting as a guard. The Mexi cans were try ing to come over the border to fight the Americans, he said . It snowed, a nd the wind blew, and in the rain and sleet they nearly fr oze, and were h ungry many times. Next he was in the hospital in Carolina . He had scarle t fever. His feet were swollen and bandaged. He had som e pictures taken , and he looked a sight. But he got well, in a way, an d went overseas. H e was in Germany six months and was in several battles .
He came home, but his feet and legs still gave him a lot of grief, an d h e had to spend months in the Veteran’s Hospital. He had a nice wife a nd t hree children. When the war was so bad over in Europe, the flu was r agin g here in America. I lost two grown boys, Loran and Virgil. One die d on e morning and one the next morning. I nearly lost my husband, too, a nd th e other children were sick, and I had no help. Everyone seemed to h ave so meone sick in their family.
When we settled in Basalt Ward, my husband was an Elder. Then he worke d i n the Sunday School Superintendency, then was ordained a High Pries t in t he Blackfoot Stake before it was divided, and the time after unti l he pas sed away. He was a Ward Teacher all that time. He was a counselo r in th e Religion Class and traveled from one end of the Stake to the ot her befo re it was divided. The roads were rough. Sometimes I went with h im. Whe n the Religion Class children were grown and would meet Brother T albot, t hey would tell him how they used to enjoy the stories he told th em in the ir meetings.
Brother Talbot was sick pretty much the last two years he lived, but h e t ried to work part of the time. He passed away September 12, 1926. M y youn gest boy, Clinton had just turned 15 that spring. My oldest girl’ s childr en were sick with scarlet fever in Pocatello, so the youngest gi rl tha t I raised for my husband, Josie, came from Malad and stayed wit h me a mo nth or so before her father passed away. That surely was a hel p to me tha t I will never forget. She was only three years old when I to ok her to ra ise. The oldest girl that I raised, Tillie, passed away in t he winter o f 1945. The next spring after my husband passed away, my boy . Clint, plan ted the crops, and we had a garden and berries, and he wen t away with som e men who had a contract to build a road and worked unti l time to top bee ts, and I took care of the crops.
Then a Mr. Jonson came and wanted me to come be housekeeper for his fo u r motherless children, and I said I wouldn’t know what to do with my co ws . So he said to bring them down and he would feed them. So he did, an d w e sold the milk.
After my boy, Clint, came home, we decided we would have a well. We ha d o ne horse and sold him to make the down payment on driving the well. T he n he (Clint) worked here and there at different things till we got th e mo ney for the well.
I had developed a tumor in my right breast, so had to go to Pocatello f o r an operation, so sold my last cow and rented the place to the neighbo rs , all but the berries. Was in the hospital ten days, and while I was t her e my youngest girl, Elzada, gave birth to her first child. I seemed t o ge t well, but was very weak for a long time. My boy, Cash, and his wif e, li ving in Pocatello brought me home on decoration day and we went t o the ce metery, then had dinner, and they went home and I went to bed t o rest.
I got stronger, but still had to have my arm in a sling. I tried to pi c k berries, but some movement of my arm would nearly make me faint. I Fi na lly got so I could sew a little. I had to go to Pocatello every thre e wee ks all summer to have ultraviolet rays shot into my breast. Then i n the f all, Noble Barrus asked me to come stay with them as his wife wa s sick, a nd after that when anyone was sick, they came for me, but I cou ldn’t stan d the work, so looked for something else to do.
Then I went to the temple to do some work, and my brother’s wife and I s e nt to the old country for names on my father’s side, also on my mother ’ s side, and we did lots of work for others. I stayed with my niece whi l e down at Logan. We sent for more names and got them done. My brother a n d some of his family helped with them. Also did a lot of sealing, but c an ’t seem to get many names lately.
That spring when I came home from the hospital we were still owing $650. 0 0 on our place. So my boy worked at beet thinning and topping, on the r ai lroad, and at different things and saved his money till we were able t o g et it paid off, and I had a home we could call our own. He still work ed o n the railroad. They promoted him, and he had to move to Nampa, wher e h e stayed a year. Then they wanted him back at Pocatello. He bough t a lot , and in his spare time, built a house. Then he sold that and bui lt a lar ger one, sold that and built another, and finished it up fine an d lived t here for the summer, and that fall enlisted in the Navy, and hi s wife wen t back to Nampa to be near her folks.
He was in the Navy three years, went out to the Pacific on a plane carri e r, then they had him come back and go out to the Atlantic to the shore s o f France to take our planes to ship the boys over to France during th e in vasion. He said he went over the Atlantic eight times during the sum mer , taking planes over, and sometimes really did get into the battles , some times jumped off into the sea to take a swim. He then went out t o the Pac ific again as a mine sweeper, was out at Pearl Harbor when th e Armistic e was signed. Then he came home in November 1945 and bough t a house in Na mpa, and he and his wife both work out there. But he want s to go to schoo l when he can get in one he likes.
I had eight grandsons in the Army. One got killed out at Pearl Harbor a n d two came home with their nerves shattered, and one was wounded in Fra nc e, got well, then went over to Germany and helped fight the battles th ere , but is home now, out at Boise. One was in Germany and helped figh t th e East Battles, then he came home and they sent him out to the Pacif ic t o help fight the Japanese, but he is home now. One was in France th e las t I heard of him, and one wrote to say he was expecting to be disch arge d soon.
At this writing, July 1946, I am staying at my home for a short time. Mo s t of the time I stay with my daughter, Elzada; also visit around with t h e other children. But I am getting so I like to be here at home by myse l f as much as possible. I am feeling fairly well and still find a lot t o l ive for.
The following is written by granddaughter, Marvely Stander Grover:
I learned to love Grandma Talbot very much while she stayed in our hom e . She was one of the kindest, most gentle people I have ever known. I w a s born in 1942, and was very small during the time she lived with us, b u t I remember her quite well. She would care for me when my mother work e d and my father was busy with the farm. I remember the wonderful meal s sh e would prepare. I especially remember the meat pies. She used a dis h t o keep the top crust up away from the filling so that it would stay f laky . I remember her frying bread slices in bacon grease for a special t reat . She always kept a brick of cheese in her cupboard and would slic e of f a small piece occasionally. I always felt loved and secure when sh e wa s there with me.
Grandma passed away 30 September 1955 in Blackfoot, Bingham, Idaho. Sh e w as buried beside her husband, Stephen Barton Talbot and her sons Virg il L avoy, Oswin Oral, and Loran Elmer Talbot on 3 October 1955. As the y lai d her to rest, I remembered the crepe paper flowers she made and wo rked o n for months before Memorial Day to bring to the graves of her hus band an d sons she now joined. She was a wonderful woman, who never compl ained ab out the hard work that was always a part of her life. | Olsen, Katie Mary (I23304)
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LIFE SKETCH of Cleo Lyman Hansen Bogh my Father by Barbara Bogh Jones
A loving husband to Vonda Hannah Stott Bogh, father of five, four girl s a nd one son, a Grandfather and Great Grandfather, worthy Melchizedek P ries thood holder, a mechanic who could fix anything, a trusted employe e are j ust a few of the titles that described my Dad .
He worked hard all of his life, starting at the age of 6 when he fix e d a wagon for a man and earned $2.00. He herded sheep early on and lov e d spending time in the beautiful mountains that surrounded Sanpete Coun ty . Most of his life he was a trusted mechanic/welder that many farmer s sou ght out to have him work on their equipment. The last few years o f his em ployment he worked at a Knife Plant in Gunnison, Utah.
He was born in Bluff, Utah March 3, 1908 and died in Mayfield, Utah in 1 9 85. He lived most of his life in Centerfield, Utah. | Bogh, Cleo Lyman (I5323)
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LIFE SKETCH OF JOHN THOMAS GILES
AND LUCY ARMINA WILSON
No written history of my paternal grandparents is available, so I, Earli n e Giles Kvist, their granddaughter, will attempt a short sketch
of my own memories, and those of my parents, Earl and Erma Giles.
Grandpa John Thomas Giles was born in Fillmore, Utah, 30 Jan 1872, the e i ghth child of Joseph Sinkler Giles and Jane Moore. Grandma Giles was bo r n to Frank Wilson and Lucy Rachel Felshaw, in Holden, Millard County, U ta h, on 19 March, 1877. Joseph Sinkler was born in West Nottingham, Ches te r County, Pennsylvania, on 5 April, 1833.
John and Armina were married in Holden, Millard County, Utah, 20 Novemb e r 1896.
Family stories tell us that Grandfather Joseph Sinkler Giles was a ver y r eligious man, once he was introduced to the teachings of the Church o f Je sus Christ of Latter-Day Saints. Grandfather, John Thomas, was a lit tle r ebellious and at the tender age of fifteen years, he left home to b e on h is own, after the death of his beloved mother. She passed away aft er th e birth of her thirteenth child, Jacob, on April 5, 1881, in Holden , Utah . The baby died the same day.
Grandfather Joseph Sinkler remarried, and John Thomas soon left his boyh o od home.
John Thomas met and married Lucy Armina Wilson. He was twenty four yea r s old, and she was just nineteen. Their first child, Frank Elwin, die d a t just fifteen months of age. He was born and died in Holden, Utah .
They moved around the west a lot in the next few years, according to t h e birthplaces of their children. Claud was born in 1899 in Holden, the n E lva Jeanne came along in 1903, in Annabelle, Sevier County, Utah, whi ch i s just outside of Richfield, Utah.
Joseph Clayton was born in Star Valley, Elko County, Nevada in 1906.
. Dolly Kathleen and Earl were born in TownCreek, Nevada in 1908 and 191 1 . Perry and Madge came to them back in Holden, in 1915 and 1918. That c om pleted their family.
John Thomas obtained work for Kennecott Copper Company in McGill, Whit e P ine County, Nevada. They lived with the sheriff until a rental home b ecam e available. He was responsible to drive horse teams and care for ho rse s as his job.
I do not know how many years they lived in McGill, where the children co u ld attend school. They moved to a little ranch, which was a homestead t ha t they improved by building a log house of three rooms, a kitchen, bi g fa mily room, and a small bedroom. It was
about seventeen miles from McGill, Nevada. The bathroom was up the hill.
The children attended school in McGill for elementary, which went to t h e 8th grade. My Dad only finished the eighth grade, like most of the bo y s of that time. They were needed to work on the ranch. Times were ver y ha rd, and they had to live off their own industry.
The kitchen had a great big iron cookstove with a hot water tank on on e e nd. The sink had only cold running water, so water must be heated eve ry s ingle day, winter or summer. There was no electricity,
so light was by coal oil lamps. My grandmother was such a hard worker , a long with her husband and children. She churned her own butter, and b ake d the best homemade bread. I can still remember to taste of that brea d af ter 70 plus years.
She baked nearly every day to feed her growing family. She also made gr e at pies and cakes with fruits she had canned on that big stove in the m id dle of the summer. Imagine the heat in that little house in July. Sh e als o had to iron with heavy iron flat irons which were heated on top o f th e stove. She had two of them, so one was heating while the other wa s in u se. They were really heavy.
She also made quilts with the wool from Grandpas’ sheep. She would was h i t and card it after Grandfather would shear them. She sewed the littl e bl ocks together by hand until she got a new treadle sewing machine. Wh a t a time saver that was. She and my mother made some quilts together, a n d I still have two of them, although they are very ragged, her work i s st ill here.
I spoke to Aunt Madge by phone this week, and she gave me a little mor e i nformation on her father John Thomas Giles.
She was only two years old when the family left Holden and moved to McGi l l, Nevada,
John Thomas would haul the ore from the pit at Ruth to the concentrat o r in McGill by horse and wagon teams. Grandpa was in charge of about fi v e teams. One day he saw a man whipping his horse, and he grabbed the wh i p away, and said “You never whip a horse or touch a woman,
or you will answer to God.” The fellows working with him said, “You won ’ t answer to God, you’ll answer to John Giles.”
The family lived with the sheriff in McGill until their rental house w a s built and ready for them to move into. They lived in McGill for sever a l years, until Grandpa became ill, and then they homesteaded the ranc h wh ere the children were raised.
Dad told me of an incident in his youth which showed me the tender sid e o f Grandpa
Giles. The boys would go to work in the summer for the sheepherders in t h e valley. Dad was
about sixteen, and he had been in the mountains all summer, away from ho m e. They had to walk
back to the ranch, and as he came up the last little hill before reachi n g the ranch, his Dad spotted him coming, and ran to meet his boy. The y sh ared a big bear hug, and tears of joy at being to-
gether again. The Giles Clan was a very close-knit family .
John Thomas Giles was born with a natural gift for music. He could pla y a ny instrument
that he could put his hands on. He would play in the band for the danc e s that were common in
McGill and Ely. He played piano, fiddle and harmonica.. Grandma Giles wo u ld stand beside him and hold the harmonica. He was also a great step da nc er. Mother said he was the best.
When Gae was little, he used to put her up on the big round dining tabl e , and dance around the table with her. Aunt Madge told me that he did t h e same thing with me, as soon as I
could walk, up on the table I would go to dance with Grandpa. I have n o m emory of this, but I was so happy to hear about it. Aunt Madge said i t ma de the ladies clear the table in a hurry so the dancing could begin.
My childhood memory of him was kind of scary. He was not too well, an d w e would chase in and out of the house, playing tag or some other nois y ga me with our cousins. He
would holler, “Don’t slam the door.”, and we paid but little heed to h i s words in our childish
exuberance. I wish I had known him better, for I know now that he wa s a v ery good man, a
hard working good father and husband .
He raised lots of animals, horses, cows, pigs, chickens and ducks. The y h ad a nice duck pond fairly near to the house. They had a large garde n als o, and so there was always plenty of food at Grandmas’ table. She m ade wo nderful gooseberry pies and jam.
Once Grandpa put me on his great, big white work horse. He was so big, a n d I cried till
they put me down. That was the only time in my life I was ever on a hors e . I am afraid of them
to this very day.
Grandpa had a tiny little room that was up the hill a little ways from t h e house. No one was allowed in there, but we, as curious children will , w ould peek in the window. He had a small cot and a stack of old paper s an d magazines inside. It was his quiet, private place, and
off limits to every one but him.
Grandma had a gas powered wringer washing machine on her back porch. I f e ll on the
fan type blades on the washer when I was just a tiny girl, and it spli t m y head open, just above the right eyebrow. My little green dress wa s cove red in blood, and off we went to McGill to the
doctors office for stitches. I still have a small scar.
My memories of the days at the ranch are very precious to me. I rememb e r being loved by a lot of aunts, uncles and cousins. Jack Cobb was th e el dest, Then Gae and Bonnie Giles, Harvey Cobb was the fourth and I wa s th e fifth. I don’t have the birthdates of all the other cousins, bu t Larr y Giles, Janice Munson, JoAnne Giles, Leon Giles, Carolyn Giles we re amon g
the next group to join the Giles Clan. Then came Tom Giles, Marilyn Gile s , David and Dennis
Giles, Linda Giles, Roger Giles, Pat and Ward Munson, followed b y Dorot h y Giles, and then
Nancy, Victor and Victoria Giles. Twenty two grandchildren were born in t o the family, but not all of them were privileged to know their grandpa re nts. Being one of the eldest has been a real blessing to me, as I kne w th em all. My aunts and uncles have always been very dear to me, even
though I would contact them only once a year at Christmas, I thought o f t hem a great deal in my walks down memory lane .
These dear Grandparents welcomed all of us into their humble home, and g a ve us a great
example of family togetherness and love. I will never forget those dinne r s at the ranch with so many people that became so dear to me throughou t m y life.
After the death of Grandpa Giles, Grandma moved into McGill. Gae use d t o do work for
her, and when I get more information, I will share it with you.
Linda has also been working on a Giles Family History story, and that wi l l be coming in the future.
LIFE SKETCH OF JOHN THOMAS GILES
AND LUCY ARMINA WILSON
No written history of my paternal grandparents is available, so I, Earli n e Giles Kvist,
their granddaughter will attempt a short sketch of my own memories, an d t hose of my parents,
Earl and Erma Giles.
Grandpa John Thomas Giles was born in Fillmore, Utah, 30 Jan 1872, the e i ghth child of Joseph Sinkler Giles and Jane Moore. Grandma Giles was bo r n to Frank Wilson and Lucy Rachel Felshaw, in Holden, Millard County, U ta h, on 19 March, 1877. Joseph Sinkler was born in West Nottingham, Ches te r County, Pennsylvania, on 5 April, 1833.
John and Armina were married in Holden, Millard County, Utah, 20 Novemb e r 1896.
Family stories tell us that Grandfather Joseph Sinkler was a very religi o us man, once he
was introduced to the gospel, and our Grandfather, John Thomas, was a li t tle rebellious and at the tender age of fifteen years, he left home t o b e on his own, after the death of his beloved mother. She passed awa y afte r the birth of her thirteenth child, Jacob, on April 5, 1881, in H olden , Utah. The baby died the same day.
Grandfather Joseph Sinkler remarried, and John Thomas soon left his boyh o od home.
John Thomas met and married Lucy Armina Wilson. He was twenty four yea r s old, and she was just nineteen. Their first child, Frank Elwin, die d a t just fifteen months of age. He was
born and died in Holden, Utah.
They moved around the west a lot in the next few years, according to t h e birthplaces of their children. Claud was born in 1899 in Holden, the n E lva Jeanne came along in 1903, in
Annabelle, Sevier County, Utah, which is just outside of Richfield, Uta h . Joseph Clayton was
born in Star Valley, Elko County, Nevada in 1906. Dolly Kathleen and Ea r l were born in TownCreek, Nevada in 1908 and 1911. Perry and Madge cam e t o them back in Holden, in 1915 and 1918. That completed their family.
The family settled on a little ranch about seventeen miles from McGill , N evada. They had a log cabin home with two big rooms, and a small bedr oom . The bathroom was up the hill.
They raised their seven children in that humble home and welcomed them b a ck with their own
families after they were married and on their own .
The children attended school in McGill for elementary, which went to t h e 8th grade. My Dad only finished the eighth grade, like most of the bo y s of that time. They were needed to work on the ranch. Times were ver y ha rd, and they had to live off their own industry.
The kitchen had a great big iron cookstove with a hot water tank on on e e nd. The sink had only cold running water, so water must be heated eve ry s ingle day, winter or summer. There
was no electricity there, so light was by coal oil lamps. My grandmoth e r was such a hard worker, along with her husband and children. She chur ne d her own butter, and baked the best homemade bread. I can still remem be r to taste of that bread after 70 plus years.
She baked nearly every day to feed her growing family. She also made gr e at pies and cakes with fruits she had canned on that big stove in the m id dle of the summer. Imagine the heat in that little house in July. Sh e als o had to iron with heavy iron flat irons which were heated on top o f th e stove. She had two of them, so one was heating while the other wa s in u se.
They were really heavy.
She also made quilts with the wool from Grandpas’ sheep. She would was h i t and card it
after Grandpa sheared their wool. She sewed the little blocks togethe r b y hand until she got a new treadle sewing machine. What a time save r tha t was. She and my mother made some quilts together, and I still hav e tw o of them, although they are very ragged, her work is still here.
I spoke to Aunt Madge by phone this week, and she gave me a little mor e i nformation on
Grandfather John Thomas Giles.
She was only two years old when the family left Holden and moved to McGi l l, Nevada,
where Grandpa was employed by Kennecott Copper as a horse caregiver an d d river for the company. They would haul the ore from the pit at Ruth t o th e concentrator in McGill by horse and wagon teams. Grandpa was in ch arg e of about five teams. One day he saw a man whipping his horse, and h e gr abbed the whip away, and said “You never whip a horse or touch a wom an,
or you will answer to God.” The fellows working with him said, “You won ’ t answer to God, you’ll answer to John Giles.”
The family lived with the sheriff in McGill until their rental house w a s built and ready for them to move into. They lived in McGill for sever a l years, until Grandpa became ill, and then they homesteaded the ranc h wh ere the children were raised.
Dad told me of an incident in his youth which showed me the tender sid e o f Grandpa
Giles. The boys would go to work in the summer for the sheepherders in t h e valley. Dad was
about sixteen, and he had been in the mountains all summer, away from ho m e. They had to walk
back to the ranch, and as he came up the last little hill before reachi n g the ranch, his Dad spotted him coming, and ran to meet his boy. The y sh ared a big bear hug, and tears of joy at being to-
gether again. The Giles Clan was a very close-knit family .
John Thomas Giles was born with a natural gift for music. He could pla y a ny instrument
that he could put his hands on. He would play in the band for the danc e s that were common in
McGill and Ely. He played piano, fiddle and harmonica.. Grandma Giles wo u ld stand beside him and hold the harmonica. He was also a great step da nc er. Mother said he was the best.
When Gae was little, he used to put her up on the big round dining tabl e , and dance around the table with her. Aunt Madge told me that he did t h e same thing with me, as soon as I
could walk, up on the table I would go to dance with Grandpa. I have n o m emory of this, but I was so happy to hear about it. Aunt Madge said i t ma de the ladies clear the table in a hurry so the dancing could begin.
My childhood memory of him was kind of scary. He was not too well, an d w e would chase in and out of the house, playing tag or some other nois y ga me with our cousins. He
would holler, “Don’t slam the door.”, and we paid but little heed to h i s words in our childish
exuberance. I wish I had known him better, for I know now that he wa s a v ery good man, a
hard working good father and husband .
He raised lots of animals, horses, cows, pigs, chickens and ducks. The y h ad a nice duck pond fairly near to the house. They had a large garde n als o, and so there was always plenty of food at Grandmas’ table. She m ade wo nderful gooseberry pies and jam.
Once Grandpa put me on his great, big white work horse. He was so big, a n d I cried till
they put me down. That was the only time in my life I was ever on a hors e . I am afraid of them
to this very day.
Grandpa had a tiny little room that was up the hill a little ways from t h e house. No one was allowed in there, but we, as curious children will , w ould peek in the window. He had a small cot and a stack of old paper s an d magazines inside. It was his quiet, private place, and
off limits to every one but him.
Grandma had a gas powered wringer washing machine on her back porch. I f e ll on the
fan type blades on the washer when I was just a tiny girl, and it spli t m y head open, just above the right eyebrow. My little green dress wa s cove red in blood, and off we went to McGill to the
doctors office for stitches. I still have a small scar.
My memories of the days at the ranch are very precious to me. I rememb e r being loved by a lot of aunts, uncles and cousins. Jack Cobb was th e el dest, Then Gae and Bonnie Giles, Harvey Cobb was the fourth and I wa s th e fifth. I don’t have the birthdates of all the other cousins, bu t Larr y Giles, Janice Munson, JoAnne Giles, Leon Giles, Carolyn Giles we re amon g
the next group to join the Giles Clan. Then came Tom Giles, Marilyn Gile s , David and Dennis
Giles, Linda Giles, Roger Giles, Pat and Ward Munson, followed b y Dorot h y Giles, and then
Nancy, Victor and Victoria Giles. Twenty two grandchildren were born in t o the family, but not all of them were privileged to know their grandpa re nts. Being one of the eldest has been a real blessing to me, as I kne w th em all. My aunts and uncles have always been very dear to me, even
though I would contact them only once a year at Christmas, I thought o f t hem a great deal in my walks down memory lane .
These dear Grandparents welcomed all of us into their humble home, and g a ve us a great
example of family togetherness and love. I will never forget those dinne r s at the ranch with so many people that became so dear to me throughou t m y life.
After the death of Grandpa Giles, Grandma moved into McGill. Gae use d t o do work for
her, and when I get more information, I will share it with you.
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LIFE SKETCH OF JOHN THOMAS GILES AND LUCY ARMINA WILSON
No written history of my paternal grandparents is available, so I, Earli n e Giles Kvist,
their granddaughter will attempt a short sketch of my own memories, an d t hose of my parents,
Earl and Erma Giles.
Grandpa John Thomas Giles was born in Fillmore, Utah, 30 Jan 1872, the e i ghth Child of Joseph Sinkler Giles and Jane Moore. Grandma Giles was bo r n to Frank Wilson and Lucy Rachel Felshaw, in Holden, Millard County, U ta h, on 19 March, 1877. Joseph Sinkler was born in West Nottingham, Ches te r County, Pennsylvania, on 5 April, 1833.
John and Armina were married in Holden, Millard County, Utah, 20 Novemb e r 1896.
Family stories tell us that Grandfather Joseph Sinkler was a very religi o us man, once he was introduced to the gospel, and our Grandfather, Joh n T homas, was a little rebellious and at the tender age of fifteen years , h e left home to be on his own, after the death of his beloved mother . Sh e passed away after the birth of her thirteenth Child, Jacob, on Apr il 5 , 1881, in Holden, Utah. The baby died the same day.
Grandfather Joseph Sinkler remarried, and John Thomas soon left his boyh o od home.
John Thomas met and married Lucy Armina Wilson. He was twenty four yea r s old, and she was just nineteen. Their first Child, Frank Elwin, die d a t just fifteen months of age. He was born and died in Holden, Utah.
They moved around the west a lot in the next few years, according to t h e birthplaces of their children. Claud was born in 1899 in Holden, the n E lva Jeanne came along in 1903, in Annabelle, Sevier County, Utah, whi ch i s just outside of Richfield, Utah. Joseph Clayton was born in Star V alley , Elko County, Nevada in 1906. Dolly Kathleen and Earl were born i n TownC reek, Nevada in 1908 and 1911. Perry and Madge came to them bac k in Holde n, in 1915 and 1918. That Completed their family.
The family settled on a little ranch about seventeen miles from McGill , N evada. They had a log cabin home with two big rooms, and a small be d room . The bathroom was up the hill. They raised their seven children i n tha t humble home and welcomed them back with their own families afte r they w ere married and on their own.
The children attended school in McGill for elementary, which went to t h e 8th grade. My Dad only finished the eighth grade, like most of the bo y s of that time. They were needed to work on the ranch. Times were ver y ha rd, and they had to live off their own industry.
The kitchen had a great big iron cook stove with a hot water tank on o n e end. The sink had only cold running water, so water must be heated ev er y single day, winter or summer. There was no electricity there, so lig h t was by coal oil lamps. My grandmother was such a hard worker, along w it h her husband and children. She churned her own butter, and baked th e bes t homemade bread. I can still remember to taste of that bread afte r 70 pl us years. She baked nearly every day to feed her growing family . She als o made great pies and cakes with fruits she had canned on tha t big stov e in the middle of the summer. Imagine the heat in that littl e house in J uly. She also had to iron with heavy iron flat irons which w ere heated o n top of the stove. She had two of them, so one was heatin g while the oth er was in use. They were really heavy.
She also made quilts with the wool from Grandpas' sheep. She would hit a n d card it after Grandpa sheared their wool. She sewed the little block s t ogether by hand until she got a new treadle sewing machine. What a ti me s aver that was. She and my mother made some quilts together, and I st ill h ave two of them, although they are very ragged, her work is still h ere.
I spoke to Aunt Madge by phone this week, and she gave me a little mor e i nformation on Grandfather John Thomas Giles.
She was only two years old when the family left Holden and moved to McGi l l, Nevada, where Grandpa was employed by Kennecott Copper as a horse ca re giver and driver for the company. They would haul the ore from the pi t a t Ruth to the concentrator in McGill by horse and wagon teams. Grandp a wa s in charge of about five teams. One day he saw a man whipping his h orse , and he grabbed the whip away, and said "You never whip a horse o r touc h a woman,
or you will answer to God." The fellows working with him said, "You won ' t answer to God, you'll answer to John Giles."
The family lived with the sheriff in McGill until their rental house w a s built and Ready for them to move into. They lived in McGill for sever a l years, until Grandpa became ill, and then they homesteaded the ranc h wh ere the children were raised.
Dad told me of an incident in his youth which showed me the tender sid e o f Grandpa Giles. The boys would go to work in the summer for the shee pher ders in the valley. Dad was about sixteen, and he had been in the mo untai ns all summer, away from home. They had to walk back to the ranch , and a s he came up the last little hill before reaching the ranch, hi s Dad spot ted him coming, and ran to meet his boy. They shared a big bea r hug, an d tears of joy at being together again. The Giles Clan was a ve ry close-k nit family.
John Thomas Giles was born with a natural gift for music. He could pla y a ny instrument that he could put his hands on. He would play in the ba nd f or the dances that were common in McGill and Ely. He played piano, f iddl e and harmonica. Grandma Giles would stand beside him and hold the h armon ica. He was also a great step dancer. Mother said he was the best.
When Gae was little, he used to put her up on the big round dining tabl e , and dance around the table with her. Aunt Madge told me that he did t h e same thing with me, as soon as I could walk, up on the table I woul d g o to dance with Grandpa. I have no memory of this, but I was so happ y t o hear about it. Aunt Madge said it made the ladies clear the tabl e i n a hurry so the dancing could begin.
My Childhood memory of him was kind of scary. He was not too well, an d w e would chase in and out of the house, playing tag or some other nois y ga me with our cousins. He would holler, "Don't slam the door.", and w e pai d but little heed to his words in our Childish exuberance. I wis h I had k nown him better, for I know now that he was a very good man , a hard worki ng good father and husband.
He raised lots of animals, horses, cows, pigs, chickens and ducks. The y h ad a nice duck pond fairly near to the house. They had a large garde n als o, and so there was always plenty of food at Grandmas' table. She m ade wo nderful gooseberry pies and jam.
Once Grandpa put me on his great, big white work horse. He was so bi g , I cried till they put me down. That was the only time in my life I w a s ever on a horse. I am afraid of them to this very day.
Grandpa had a tiny little room that was up the hill a little ways from t h e house. No one was allowed in there, but we, as curious children will , w ould peek in the window. He had a small cot and a stack of old paper s an d magazines inside. It was his quiet, private place, and off limit s to ev eryone but him.
Grandma had a gas powered wringer washing machine on her back porch. I f e ll on the fan type blades on the washer when I was just a tiny girl, a n d it split my head open, just above the right eyebrow. My little gree n dr ess was covered in blood, and off we went to McGill to the doctor’ s offic e for stitches. I still have a small scar.
My memories of the days at the ranch are very precious to me. I rememb e r being loved by a lot of aunts, uncles and cousins. Jack Cobb was th e el dest, Then Gae and Bonnie Giles, Harvey Cobb was the fourth and I wa s th e fifth. I don't have the birthdates of all the other cousins, but L arr y Giles, Janice Munson, JoAnne Giles, Leon Giles, Carolyn Giles wer e amon g the next group to join the Giles Clan. Then came Tom Giles, Mari lyn Gil es, David and Dennis
Giles, Linda Giles, Roger Giles, Pat and Ward Munson, followed by Dorot h y Giles, and then Nancy, Victor and Victoria Giles. Twenty two grandchi ld ren were born in to the family, but not all of them were privileged t o kn ow their grandparents. Being one of the eldest has been a real bless ing t o me, as I knew them all. My aunts and uncles have always been ver y dea r to me, even though I would contact them only once a year at Chris tmas , I thought of them a great deal in my walks down memory lane.
These dear Grandparents welcomed all of us into their humble home, and g a ve us a great example of family togetherness and love. I will never for ge t those dinners at the ranch with so many people that became so dear t o m e throughout my life.
After the death of Grandpa Giles, Grandma moved into McGill. Gae use d t o do work for her, and when I get more information, I will share it w it h you.
Linda has also been working on a Giles Family History story, and that wi l l be coming in the future. | Wilson, Lucy Armina (I252)
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LIFE SKETCH OF LEWIS GORDON THORNOCK
Written by Dorene Thornock Krum, his daughter
Lewis Gordon Thornock was born on October 16, 1936 in Letha, Idaho. H e w as the second child born to Roy Alma Thornock and Daisy Dell Gordon , join ing his older brother Kenneth Roy Thornock.
One of his earliest memories that us kids have enjoyed hearing about w a s when he rode his tricycle to Letha. That’s where his dad was and he w an ted to go too. He had to cross the highway and his mother was quite un hap py with him and came after him with a willow.
He went to the Old Letha School most of the time and 1 or 2 grades at B r amwell.
Dad had a horse named Dixie and a dog named Ring. Ring would ride on Di x ie with him. When his dog died, he was very sad. He also had a horse na me d Snippy. The clothesline was close to the pasture and one day his mot he r had hung out a batch of clothes. She went back to the house and whe n sh e came out again, Snippy had pulled her pajamas off the clotheslin e and w as chewing on them. Needless to say, she wasn’t very happy abou t that.
Dad went to high school in Emmett. They went to the building across fr o m the city park that became Park View Junior High (which is no longer t he re). He learned to play the saxophone and was in the school band. He m us t have been pretty good because I can remember him pulling out the ol d sa x a few times to play for fun and we enjoyed it, especially when h e woul d sing “Hello Dolly” and he sounded just like Louis Armstrong .
In high school they started an orchestra and played for dances. Alma a n d her son, Jake Jensen, played the piano and the drum. His cousin, Bas i l Harrison, played the trumpet and Dad played the saxophone. They call e d themselves the Letha Ork. They played for several years after Dad go t m arried.
When Dad was a sophomore, they got new neighbors across from Little Roc k , on the Whitely place. The first time he remembers seeing any of the m wa s when three girls got on the school bus. The oldest one, Anne Mari e Thay n, was in the 8th grade. They dated during the next year and the n her fam ily moved. Her father rented the farm and worked in constructio n for hi s brother.
Dad got his first car, a ‘4l Plymouth – two-toned green. He was prett y p roud of it. Thayns came back for a visit and to check on the farm whe n sc hool was out in 1953 and he has happy to be able to show off his ca r .
One of Dad’s first jobs was working night shift at the cannery in Payet t e. He also started driving milk truck for Harold Morehouse. In Novembe r 1 954 the Thayn family moved back to Emmett. Dad started going with Ann e ag ain. He didn’t have quite enough credits to graduate, so the next ye ar h e went back for half a day and graduated in 1955 from the new high s choo l that had been build on 4th Street.
Dad worked for Purity Bakery in Boise. He would stay with Kenneth and h i s wife in Boise during the week and come home on weekends. He got up ev er y morning at 4:30 to go to work. On the 16th of December 1955 he cam e bac k to Emmett to take Anne to the Sweetheart’s Ball at the high schoo l. Th e next night he played for a dance at Weiser, and Sunday night he w as to o tired to go back to Boise, so Monday morning he got up extra earl y to g o to work. He went to sleep outside of Boise and hit a power pol e and bar ely missed two trees, wrecking his car. He was lucky not to b e hurt.
After the wreck he decided to get Anne an engagement ring. He wrappe d i t up and then put it in a bigger box. He had asked her if she would a ccep t a ring if he gave it to her and her answer was ‘yes.’ Then just be for e Christmas he told her he hoped she wouldn’t be too disappointed no t t o get a ring because he had to pay to fix his car. Christmas was o n a Sun day that year and she came to dinner at his house. He handed he r the bi g box. She unwrapped it and eventually found the ring and was ve ry surpri sed. Dad always did enjoy being a kidder!
Then on Tuesday, June 5, 1956 Dad and Mom traveled to Idaho Falls whe r e they were married for time and eternity. When they came back for the i r reception in Emmett, Dad hid their car so it didn’t get decorated. In st ead their parents cars both got painted ‘Just Married.”
Dad worked for the bakery until January 1957 when he was told they didn ’ t need him any more. It turned out to be a blessing and the company so o n went bankrupt. Dad started driving milk truck and on March 1st wen t t o work driving the milk truck full time.
On March 19, 1957 Dad and Mom became parents of a baby girl they name d D orene. Actually, it was a couple of weeks before she even had a nam e beca use they couldn’t come up with a name they both agreed on. Mom sai d she w ouldn’t go to the hospital again without names picked out .
Then in August 20, 1958, I (Brent) was born here in Emmett. The followi n g year they changed the boundaries of the two Emmett wards and my paren t s were moved into the Emmett First Ward. That year for Christmas my da d t raded his pistol in and got a tricycle for Dorene and a red wagon fo r m e (Brent). We didn’t know that until many years later .
On July 17, 1962 Yvonne was born and on the day after Thanksgiving th a t year which was on Mom’s birthday we moved into our home on Moffatt. M o m and Dad had gone past it after church a lot and said it would sure b e n ice if they could live in that house, but they didn’t really think i t wou ld happen, but they were excited when they were able to actually mo ve int o their first home.
November 21, 1963 their fourth child was born, but this time it wasn ’ t the usual happy occasion. Something had gone wrong and the baby was b or n stillborn. That was difficult for my parents and I can remember so c lea r having Dad gather us kids and tell us we had to work all that muc h hard er to we could all be together with our little baby brother .
It was a real occasion if we got to take any overnight trips becaus e o f Dad’s milk route, but on his 30th birthday we got to go to McCall t o ce lebrate his birthday and that was a big deal to us .
On June 1, 1967 Alex Lewis Thornock was born (after 36 hours) and he se e med healthy and did well. About the time Alex got home from the hospit a l Dad was called on a stake mission and accepted the call. When Alex w a s 6 weeks old, the doctor said he had a heart murmur and he was take n t o a specialist in Boise. All the doctors said by the time he was thro ug h his teen-age years, it might go away and they were to bring him bac k wh en he was 6 months old. When he was 6 months old, the doctor said hi s hea rt was completely normal. They knew this was an answer to prayer.
I can remember that when was Dad was a missionary that he would alway s r emind us that it was really important not to have any fighting or arg uin g because he needed to feel the spirit when he went out doing mission ar y work and it was real important to leave home with good feelings. Dor en e can also remember spending time with him helping him to memorize th e di scussions and a lot of scriptures. He served as a stake missionary f or tw o years.
In May of 1969 his dad, Grandpa Thornock, had a stroke and was reporte d t o have extensive brain damage. Grandpa was in a coma for several week s. O n Alex’s second birthday, Grandpa was moved from the hospital to th e Elk s and on the same day Mom was put in the Stake Relief Society as th e firs t counselor at Stake Conference.
In September, Dad went to Young Men’s as the new superintendent and Dore n e went to Young Women’s for the first time. It was a dance and every ti m e Dorene hears ‘Hitchin’ A Ride,’ the song they danced to, she remembe r s that day.
It wasn’t until February of 1970 that Grandpa was able to go home to th e ir home on the bench.
In September of that year, we got the new family home evening manuals a n d the theme for the year was to make home heaven on earth. We began rep ea ting, “I am important because I belong to this family that loves me. I t i s possible to make home a bit of heaven on earth.” We said this afte r ou r family prayer in the morning and evening. It really made us be a l ot mo re conscious of having harmony in our home.
During this time there were several individuals who considered buying t h e milk route. Several times it almost happened, but then it would fal l th rough.
Dad became stake athletic director and our whole family would go to t h e games together.
On August 31, 1972 Dad and I (Brent) took the route for the last time . I t was kind of a bummer that the bank called and said the check wasn’ t an y good, but by the next day they got it straightened out because th e ban k had taken the check out of the buyer’s personal account rather th an hi s business account. What a relief!
During the month of September Dad wasn’t employed, but he was never o n e to sit idle. He looked for a job and painted the outside of the hous e . He was also called to be the ward clerk when Bishop Morton became th e n ew bishop. He worked for Scott’s Appliance, Adco West and Gem Suppl y Co-o p, then worked for Phillips 66.
Dad and I didn’t always see things exactly the same when it came to t h e church standards on hair length. He told me that “obedience is the ve hi cle to the celestial kingdom and also to get to drive the car.” Let’ s jus t say that there were some times I had no transportation….
Later on, Dad drove the bus from here to Boise and also worked here a s t he church custodian, at TechniChem, Maxway, Boise School Bus Company , Bis hop’s Storehouse, American Cancer Society, O’Barto Produce, Roundtr ee, an d Edmark Chevrolet.
Then in January of this year, he was diagnosed with cancer of the bladd e r. The following week he was told that he had Parkinson’s Disease, an d th e week after that he had surgery to remove his bladder. Life has no t bee n easy for Dad and I guess that means the Lord felt like he could h andl e all these things and he was just being tested. We are grateful fo r th e time we have been allowed to spend with him and for all he has tau ght u s.
Some of our favorite memories
Barbecues in the backyard, climbing on Dad when he was on his back wi t h his hands and feet in the air and trying to stand on his feet
Going up to Swinging Bridge for a picnic and hike
Going with Dad on the milk truck
Christmases when Dad would always say, “Now I hope you kids won’t be d i sappointed; it doesn’t look like Santa left much.” I think he may hav e fe lt that way, but I don’t think any of us kids ever felt like that.
We learned Mom and Dad’s secret language for a few things. Upstairs me a nt Dad wanted ice cream and RBF stood for root beer floats. They alway s s aid “Oh Mr. Ryder,” but I still don’t know what that means.
Dad was always so sincere in teaching us kids. He wouldn’t ask us t o d o anything he wouldn’t do himself and he was very diligent in doing w ha t was right. It was really important to him to make sure we understoo d th e importance of making good choices.
One of the few times Dad didn’t take the milk truck was when he got h i s appendix out and had to have someone else take his route…not very ma n y people were physically able to handle the heavy milk cans. Brent wa s pr etty good help though and spent a lot of time going on the route wit h Dad .
Dad made us stilts and walked around on them
Dad was a perfectionist and would always say, “If you’re going to do s o mething, do it right.”
He used to never let us touch his hair, blue suede shoes, singing li k e Louey Armstrong, loving to tease, etc. | Thornock, Lewis Gordon (I158400)
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Life sketch of William Henry Lewis
William Henry Lewis was born November 14, 1886 in Taylor, Apache, Arizon a . He was named for his maternal grandfather William Henry Solomon. Hi s fa ther was James Harding Louis born May 21, 1850 in Parowan, Iron, Uta h an d his mother was Hilda Drew Solomon, born November 27, 1859 in Truro , Cor nwall, England. His vocation was farmer, sheep shearer and justic e of th e peace. He was 5'8" and weighed 147 pounds. He had blue eyes an d light w avy hair.
Though Henry was born in Taylor, his parents came from Utah. After bei n g married in the St. George Temple in 1877, James Harding and Hilda Lew i s went to Kanab where they built a little home. Here their first two li tt le girls were born. Then in 1880 they were called to Arizona to mak e a ne w home. They came to Taylor where James Harding Lewis and his brot her Geo rge bought two city lots and interest in a saw mill near Pinedale . With t he money they received from selling the cattle they had purchase d in Kana b, they bought a reaper and a combine and other farm implements . They wer e kept busy cutting crops for the farmers in the area.
William Henry Lewis was not the first born to these hard working pioneer s . Their first son was born in Taylor but lived only an hour. Next cam e tw o little girls, Allie and Eva. So after the birth of five children W illia m Henry came to the Lewis family. However he was not the last, fo r a brot her, James, was born in 1888 and later Ida and Effie came along . Ida livi ng only one short year.
James Harding Lewis was chosen second counselor in the bishopric in 18 8 8 and during this time when President John Taylor advised the town peop l e to seek higher ground, as an example to the rest of the community h e pr epared to move again. He made brick and plans for the new home, bu t in 18 93 he died after having the flu. He left his wife with the seve n little c hildren.
Henry was only five years old at the time of his father's death. The on l y memory Henry had of him was the spanking he and the other children re ce ived for playing on the hay in the barn and thereby damaging it.
His mother was Postmaster for nine years. Henry felt the responsibilit y o f helping his mother care for the needs of the family. After eight gr ade s at school, he found jobs and work to help out the family. When h e wa s 14, in the spring when the ditches were being cleaned for irrigati ng, t he ditch boss, Jim Frost measured off the distance of the ditch an d tol d him and Jack Hatch that if they would clean it as well as the me n the y could have men's wages. They proved that they would do so. From t hen o n he gave them men's that wages. He worked hard at different jobs t o hel p out. When he was only 15 years old he started herding and shearin g shee p, first doing so with blades and then with machines. For many yea rs he m ade bricks from which several large homes were made. During the i nterveni ng years he and his mother succeeded in finishing their home.
Without further education he was good with figures. He was an avid read e r and he had excellent handwriting.
Henry had a wonderful boyhood. He and his friends fished and hunted fo r w ild ducks along the banks of the creek. In the grasses of the Mesa th ey s et traps for the wildlife the horses. They captured and brought the m hom e to train them to ride. He enjoyed the parties, candy pulls and sp orts . Playing baseball with his favorite past time.
He had a beloved friend, Jack Hatch. There was only two weeks differen c e in their ages. They worked together, entered school together, playe d sp orts such as handball and foot racing, chased wild horses and traine d the m, hunted ducks and fished. They went sheering sheep almost every s prin g together until Henry quit about 1924. They were baptized the sam e day o n December 6 1894 by Jack's father, John Hatch. The ordinance too k plac e in the Taylor Creek, and both little boys took off in the opposi te dire ction for home and by the time they reached there, the long "hand les" the y were wearing were stiff with ice.
He and his brother, James, had a deep love for each other. James was mec h anically inclined. They used pulleys to send things up and down to th e ro oms upstairs. When they would go to bed upstairs at night they woul d hav e trouble getting around all the pulleys and contraptions that Jame s ha d been experimenting with. James was very athletic, also. Henry wa s so pr oud of James and all that he could do. When James was grown, Henr y, wit h the help of Bishop Wakefield, financed a mission to the Souther n state s for him. James married and while visiting his wife's sister wh o had typ hoid fever he was exposed and came down with the fatal disease . James die d at the age of 33. As he was dying he looked up and said t o Henry, "I ca n see our angel mother.”
Henry was ordained to all the offices of the priesthood. Brother Ezra Ha t ch & JJ Shumway were very mindful of him &counseled and advised him ju s t as his father would have done. In March 1915, he was ordained to th e of fice of an elder by Alof Larson.
Henry met his wife, Nancy Whipple, while attending school in Snowflake a n d started dating her. He borrowed his brother Jim's little black mare a n d buggy for the trip to Show low to see her. As he came by the ranger s ta tion on his way to see her, Oz Flake came out to give him a good sugge sti on "Henry, why don't you marry the girl and save all the traveling?”
When Henry came to see him Nancy one evening, her mother invited him t o h ave a bowl of bread and milk. He washed his hands at the washstand, s eate d himself at the table and began eating. He was almost through whe n Jes s Jarvis came along. He joined Henry at the table for a bowl of bre ad an d milk too. He took a spoonful or two and then said " Dern, Ma, thi s mil k is sour! " Henry was too polite to tell.
Henry and Nancy became engaged and made plans to be married in Salt La k e City.
They started off for Taylor with a little black mare and their buggy. Th e y rode the mail stagecoach to Holbrook. Then rode the train to Utah. A s t hey waited for their exit, Henry found the popcorn machine and joking ly a dmitted he was spending his last dime. "No need to worry, "he said , patti ng the letter in his pocket. There would be plenty of money whe n he reach ed the bank. Timidly he pushed the important letter toward th e teller. Af ter reading the letter, he was asked “And who might Josep h W Smith be? "" Why he's the president of the bank of northern Arizona . "" Well sir, I'v e never heard of him. "With a sinking heart Henry stum bled from the bank . Once outside, he drew a deep breath. He felt a gun i n his side and the n a rough voice said, "give me that money you just go t in there.” "Wit h a shaky hand he handed over the letter and said, "tak e this and get som e if you can. I couldn't. "
Wondering what he would do, Henry returned to Nancy at the station. A st r anger overheard his story. He came over to offer Henry a coin. "Here,ca l l the uncle I heard you say you have." Henry gratefully accepted the co i n and made a call. After a short wait his uncle Sam Brown came drivin g u p in a beautiful automobile. Henry assisted Nancy into the large car . Aft er climbing in himself, they rode into the city. The sacred ceremon y too k place in the Salt Lake Temple on April 8, 1915.
The newlyweds spent a month in Utah visiting relatives. Then they made t h eir home in Taylor.
In 1918 he was ordained a high priest and made Second counselor to Bish o p J. Lester Shumway. In December of that same year he moved to Show Lo w t o a home and lot he purchased from Frank Adams. In 1919 he was made c ouns elor to Bishop John L Willis with him he served until 1932. In 194 2 he wa s made counselor to Bishop Ellsworth, with him he served until 19 47 .
While Henry was counselor to Bishop Willis he had this spiritual experie n ce –From Henry's journal January 1924:
Cora Kay Reidhead was a childhood friend of Henry's. She married Edwin R e idhead and lived in Show Low too. When her son Van was born she becam e de sperately ill with blood poisoning. The doctor told him that if sh e live d she would never be able to have more children. The bishop Jame s Clark O wens called for a prayer circle. The priesthood members, includ ing Henr y held hands around her bed and administered to her. He testifie d that sh e was promised to get well and as they prayed the virtue left e ach of the m and entered Cora. They felt weak as they arose from the bles sing she li ved and had five or six more children.
He and his wife, Nancy were the parents of eight children. First a son w a s born to them, then seven daughters. He worked very hard to support th em . He was a good farmer and excelled in growing a lovely garden. He sha re d sheep during the years of the depression and his family never went w ith out during these hard years.
He managed a high school education for every one of them. He had not t h e opportunity of high school due to having to help support his mother' s f amily. He was good at figures and could do as well as men with highe r edu cation.
He served as school trustee for 16 years. He served about 8 years as Jus t ice of the Peace. He enjoyed this public service until three years befo r e his death.
His only son, Willard, died at the age of 25. They had been very close , w orking the farm and cattle together. It was a huge blow to him to los e hi s only son after a long illness in a sanitarium in Tempe, Arizona.
He had very good health, but died of a stroke on 18 February 1958 at t h e age of 72 years old.
He set a good example by taking care of his church duties. He was alwa y s ready to advise children to do the right thing and felt badly when th e y didn't. He was cherished by his sisters, adored by his wife, daughte r s and grandchildren, loved and respected by his son-in-law's. To eac h o f them he bequeathed something: a noble, unspotted and good name. | Lewis, William Henry (I161708)
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Life Story by Verl McCleve, John's brother:
John Lane McCleve was born in McNary Arizona on April 15th, 1959 to Lest e r and Ella McCleve. He grew up in Show Low, the
youngest of 10 children. He grew up in a 3 bedroom 1 bath house and wi t h 8 older sisters spent most of his childhood waiting to get into the b at hroom.
John and I were very close and had a wonderful childhood. We were very c u rious of anything mechanical. Our dad was not mechanical at all and s o an y repairs done around the house were hired out. John and I followe d repai rmen around like glue asking lots of questions.
If the roof was being repaired, we were on the roof to the annoyance o f t he roofers. If a backhoe was close by we rushed over and wondered wh y w e were continually told to "get back". He and I would take our dad' s win d up alarm clocks apart to see how they worked, but figured out the y don' t go back together as easy as they come apart.
John was very talented. In high school he ordered a leather kit from Tan d y Leather Company. He made many nice leather items for people. John lea rn ed to ride a unicycle and was very good at it. He would take his niece s a nd nephews for rides on his unicycle. I don't remember him ever dropp in g anyone. He would also ride in the parade.
One day John and I decided we would build a fort. All we had was old ba r n wood from a barn that our dad had torn down. Our dad said we could u s e any of that old wood and to pull the old nails out and reuse them. W e b uild a roof that could be opened for ventilation in the summer and cl ose d when it rained or was wintertime. We ran electricity from the hous e s o we had lights and a radio. We were so proud when it did not leak an d wo rked like we wanted. I am sure everything we did was OSHA approved . As ad ults we commented how nice it was to use new nails instead of ol d bent on es.
John loved water fights and would start them and they would escalate unt i l there was water everywhere. His mother was quite patient.
Several years ago at a family reunion at Camp Silver Creek, John wa s i n a canoe and my sister Sherlene and her husband Dennis were in anoth er c anoe. John loved to splash water on the people in the other canoes w ith h is paddle. Sherlene and Dennis were close to the bank and John star ted sp lashing water on Sherlene. Without thinking she jumped out of th e boat an d onto the bank and in so doing tipped the canoe over and dunke d her husb and Dennis in the water. As a family we laughed about that fo r years.
After high school John started a new two year Automotive Program at Ric k s College. They permitted him to split it with a mission to New York Ci ty . When he returned home he still drove like he was in New York swervin g i n and out of traffic for a while until he adjusted to driving out wes t.
When John lived in Mesa with our parents and Aunt Pearl he enjoyed goi n g to Auctions each Friday night. He often found some good deals. He ha s c ontinued to enjoy going to Government Auctions for vehicles for man y year s and we both have matching white Ford Rangers from the last purch ase. Jo hn took over the auctioneer job at our family reunions after Ji m Maner re tired the position. He did a
good job.
He met his wife Laura Anne Bennett in Mesa and they were married in th e M esa AZ Temple on December 27, 1983. After living inMesa and in Show L ow , they moved to Snowflake in 1989. Their children are David Lester, Em il y Ella, Felicia Anne and Sarah Jane.
Our families did a lot of activities together as our children were growi n g up, camping, playing games, cook outs and family reunions.
John and I decided to start a vending business and didn't have much mon e y so we would be on the lookout for old pop machines or candy machines , g et them cheap or for free and then fix them and find a location for t hem . This worked well. We were pleased when our business had enough cas h flo w to buy new machines when we needed them. One time we noticed tha t pop w as on a really good sale at Costco. We wondered how we could bu y it and g et it up here. At that time John worked at the Bus Barn in Sno wflake. W e came up with the idea to rent a bus and take the seats out an d go dow n to Costco and fill that bus with cheap pop. Of course the pall ets woul d not fit through the back door so the cases of pop had to be lo aded by h and on a hot summer day. Costco employees would not help us
load it. Coming up the rim we realized we had overloaded the bus and i t t ook a long time to get over the rim. We were relieved we did not brea k an ything. After arriving in Snowflake we unloaded the bus and put th e seat s back in. Several times we asked each other who's idea this was . Needles s to say we never did that again. Eventually we sold the busine ss and go t into the apartment rental business. We shared a lot of thing s over th e years from vehicles to video cameras and tools. We were in bu siness fo r 35 years and he was a wonderful
business partner.
When the country was getting ready to usher in the year 2000, there wa s l ots of speculation whether or not the national electric grid would ke ep w orking because the computers were not programmed to go beyond 1999 . As w e got close to midnight we were celebrating at my mom's house an d John to ld me we should shut the main breaker off right at 12:00 midnig ht. He sig naled for me to cut the power right at 12:00. It was hilariou s to hear th e reactions from our family.
Jobs he had were Jartran moving company in the valley, Speedy Auto in Sh o w Low, Repairs and Maintenance for the Hog Farms,
mechanic and then manager for Laid Law Student Transportation Company a n d last in 2003 Facilities management for the church. He especially enjo ye d working at the temple in a good environment working with good people . I f we wanted to go on a trip with him, he would never do it during th e tem ple maintenance shut down period. He was very dedicated and dependa ble a t each job and did the very best he could.
When John was called to the bishopric in 1999 he wrote this in the war d n ews letter: "I am very humbled to be called to the bishopric. I fee l ver y blessed that the Lord finds me worthy of such a calling. I love t he mem bers of the ward and love serving the Lord. I hope that I will b e able t o serve faithfully and well. I know that it is the Lord's work a nd that h e directs it. As each of us puts forth our best efforts, the go spel wil l roll forward. I am grateful to be a part of it."
In 2009 John was called do the High Council and like all callings he rec e ived was very dedicated. It was an honor for me to be on the High Counc i l at the same time and work with him.
In 2010 John started riding a bike for exercise and it gradually escalat e d until he would sign up for races. It was a good way for him to unwin d a nd he really loved being outdoors in nature and enjoyed riding with f rien ds and neighbors.
John has always supported his wife, children, grandchildren and extend e d family and was always helping people repair things. He was full of ch ar ity. In the last 2 or 3 years he and Laura have invited people over al mos t every Sunday to eat dinner. He would send them home with fresh home mad e bread, sliced and bagged that he had made himself. He was wonderfu l wit h children and loved to play with them and tease them. He was genui nely i nterested in other people and happy for their successes.
The Gospel and family came first in his life. He was a great example o f l iving a Christ like life. He was a wonderful brother and friend.
I love him very much and am honored to have him for my brother. | McCleve, John Lane (I175378)
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Life Story of Glen Earl Soulier
It was on Monday night, March 31, 1919 that I was born in the Provo Ben c h area of Utah County, Utah delivered by Dr. David Westwood (who, by t h e way, also delivered my future wife, Ardis Poulson). I was born at ho m e as was my other brothers and sister. My brother, Wes, remembers my mo th er being in a lot of pain at that time. He also tells that he was tol d th at the stork delivered me.
My parents lived on a farm in an area called Grandview which was on a hi l l that had a beautiful view of Utah Lake. The actual location of the fa r m was about 85 East 2000 South (mailing address was Route 2 Box 34) whi c h was part of the city of Provo then but is now in Orem.
I was the sixth child born to my parents. The eldest was Ernest who di e d when about 18 months old. Next was my only sister, Iona, then Clarenc e , Wesley, Paul and lastly, me!
Iona married Ervin Coon and had five children, Lisa Ann, Barbara, Kathle e n, Paul and Richard. Iona, or Ione as she was called later, trained an d g raduated as a registered nurse from what was then called Holy Cross H ospi tal located on South Temple about 1000 East. She practiced at that H ospit al as well as did some private nursing until she married. After he r child ren were raised, she was the head nurse at Geneva Steel in Vineya rd, UT f or several years.
Clarence married Cora Herman and they later adopted a son, David Ricky . C larence was a farmer, farming the Stubbs farm and later buying it fo r him self and also buying our lower farm when my dad retired.
Wesley married Lucille Skinner and had three children, Michael, Jan Stev e n, and Shelley. Wes taught Vo-Ag at Alamogordo, NM after graduating fr o m Utah Agricultural College (now Utah State) then at Lincoln High Scho o l for a short time. He went to work for the Union Pacific Railroad as t h e Agricultural Agent from which he retired.
Paul married Gladys Johnson and they had three children, Vickie, Jeann e a nd Jeffrey. Paul also attended Utah Agricultural College then worke d fo r Pacific Fruit and was transferred by them to Canada. He later lef t tha t company and started his own successful company.
My Childhood
I started doing chores when I was very young. I remember washing dishe s , cleaning floors, hauling coal into the house, bringing water in fro m th e well, ironing, tending a section of the vegetable garden, caring f or th e lawn, and helping my mother with turning the wringer handle on th e wash ing machine. Living on a farm required a lot of cooperation to ge t the da ily chores done and we all pulled together. My mother was very p roud tha t her sons could do a lot of the housework as well as work on va rious cho res on the farm.
I remember doing most every job on the farm as soon as I was old enoug h ; some jobs I liked better than others. I remember picking up cut limb s f rom pruned trees (didn't like that job), cutting the grass from the d itc h banks with a cy and a sickle (some old tools), thinning peaches (an othe r job I didn't like), driving the sprayer as my father sprayed the t rees , feeding the animals (chickens, pigs, cows and horses), weeding an d hoei ng, cleaning stables and chicken coop. I especially didn't like cl eanin g the chicken coop because of all the dust. I learned a lot by doin g al l those chores.
We had a customer, a widow and her daughter, that came from Fountain Gre e n. They were people who had sheep and were quite wealthy. They had a Bu ic k which I thought was really neat. I got to drive that Buick up into t h e field to pick up some peaches for them. I know it jerked along bu t I di dn't mind. That was a highlight for me.
My family never had a vacation or took a holiday when I was young becau s e there were always chores and responsibilities to do on the farm. I d o r emember a couple of times going with Uncle Bill's family up Provo Can yon .
During the summer when school was out, I did have some other jobs worki n g for other people. I’d hoe strawberries for 25ȼ - 50ȼ per day for neig hb or farmers and I worked at Erckenbracks Fruit Farm in their pear or ap pl e shed where they packed the fruit in boxes to sell in Salt Lake. I al s o did some odd farming jobs for Al Lunsford. Any money I earned went t o m y parents to keep for me. If I wanted to spend it I had to prove it w a s a good way to spend it. I remember a watch that I wanted that cost $ 5. 00 and I finally saved enough money to get it. That was a lot of mone y ba ck then.
In the evenings after chores were done, our family would sit and liste n t o boxing on the radio. Boxing was very big at that time with Joe Lewi s an d others. We also read the newspaper and things like that.
Christmas and Thanksgiving were two holidays that I remember that we inv i ted family together for dinner to make it special. In those days we did n= t celebrate as we do now. For Christmas we did have a tree that was de cor ated and we looked forward to Santa Claus. Mostly what you got was cl othi ng. I remember once I wanted a wrist watch, but I got a play one ins tead , and this was a big disappointment.
Thanksgiving we always had a get-together and a big dinner. My mother wo u ld cook rice; she was famous for her rice which looked like a Spanish r ic e but it had a different yummy taste. We’d invite Uncle Ed down from O gde n because his wife had divorced him so he was alone. He’d come down o n th e "Orem" (a railroad line that came down from Salt Lake) and we’d g o dow n and bring him to the house.
I remember one Fourth of July when I was about 10 or 12, my dad said I c o uld have a dollar to spend at the celebration being held at Pioneer Pa r k (500 W Center Street) but I would have to get it from Kuhni's for a d ea d horse they took from us. (Kuhni's was a place which bought dead anim al s to process) I remember my parents took me down and stopped on the ro a d while I walked to their house and knocked on their door. I don't kno w h ow I approached them, but I got my dollar .
Most of my toys and play things were very simple and homemade as I loo k b ack on them today. One was a board about three inches wide and thre e fee t long with a cross piece on the bottom. We’d take a rimmed wheel a bout 1 5 inches in diameter and we’d roll it down the road and push it al ong wit h the board. I could do all sorts of fancy things with it. I rem ember ha ving roller skates which clamped onto your shoes and roller skat ing on th e packed dirt road that ran in front of our house (2000 South ) .
I remember having ice skates which I would use in the winter on the can a l by the house. It wasn’t a real big area to skate but it was fun. Als o w e made homemade skis out of barrel staves and secured pieces of leath er f rom old harnesses on them to hold our shoes, and used them to ski do wn hi lls; the road in front of our home was on a hill and so we’d ski do wn th e road. Sometimes we’d have our horse pull us on our skis across th e Luce rne fields when it had snow on it. I also had a flexible flyer , a familia r sled that I’d use to enjoy the wintertime .
When I was in my early teens, the Great Depression ran its course in t h e country. Many people lost jobs and money was tight. I was very fortun at e by living on a farm where we were able to raise the food we needed . W e also never really had a lot of "things", so we never seemed to hav e les s than we always had. My parents were very careful with their mone y an d I don't remember them ever being in debt.
School Days - Elementary to High School
I went to Lincoln Elementary which was about a mile and a half from ou r h ome; east to State Street and then south about a quarter mile by th e Cart erville Road right on the brink of a hill. We walked to and fro m schoo l each day. Nuttall's dairy farm was south of the school (Dian e Nuttal l was a girl friend in the Third Grade) and across the road wa s Kuhni's M eat Processing Plant but I don't remember noticing any smells . I went thr ough the 6th Grade at Lincoln Elementary.
I remember that mother took me to school on my first day. We used to ha v e gypsies that would camp along the main highway (State Street) and I w ou ld have had to pass them on the way to school and I was afraid of th e gyp sies so my mother would come and get me so I wouldn’t have to be al one.
I think I was excited about going to school. We had old fashioned wood d e sks that had an inkwell in the table top with wood seats. There were th re e desks attached together front to back and they would be lined up . A typ ical day included the usual reading, writing and arithmetic wit h one teac her teaching it all - no team teaching like today. We also ha d music an d singing. I remember we used chalk and slate but I don=t reme mber pape r too much. I also remember that all the boys wore overalls an d when yo u wore overalls you were dressed up .
I remember what my lunches were like. Mother would send in my lunch buck e t not only sandwiches but she’d put other things like custard and frui t i n it. Three or four of us would sit in a little ditch and have our lu nc h and we’d trade just like they do now. I remember there was a boy th a t lived down in Riverside and his folks had a store there and he use d t o have all kinds of money. I didn't have any money. I used eggs to bu y wh at I wanted at the store right across from the school. This boy brou ght o lives one day and I had never seen olives (they were black olives ) so I g ave him some of my custard (he’d never tasted custard) for som e of thos e olives. I remember wishing that my mother wouldn’t give me an ything mor e than sandwiches because other kids didn't have those thing s and I didn' t like being different.
We were on our own for recess. We had a large school yard with lots of r o om to run around. I remember playing marbles. I had a sack of marbles a n d we’d draw a line and shoot marbles. There were also some swings an d w e had a pipe that had six chains hanging from the top, each with a ha ndl e that you’d go round and round swinging on them. We used to wind the m u p and then let go and it would swing a person way out.
I think I brought home something to do every night - homework. I don't r e member any books but it was words for us to learn to read and spell an d m y mother would drill me at home so when I went to school I’d know the m. M y mother helped me a lot and I must have done well because I was a g ood s peller. In Junior High I was the top speller in a Spelling Bee at l east o nce if not more.
Mrs. Helen Wentz was my Third Grade Teacher and I remember that on my bi r thday I was kind of naughty or something and didn't do my work so she k ep t me after school. I told her, "It’s my birthday and they’re going t o hav e a little party for me." She said, "That’s too bad." So as I was d oing m y work there, she stepped out of the room or something and I wen t over t o the window which was probably open and jumped out the window a nd ran ho me. The window was about 6 feet off the ground. I wasn’t goin g to miss m y birthday party. Fortunately, I don't remember getting in tr ouble for th at.
I also remember Valentine's Day in Mrs. Wentz class. There was a big b o x and we’d make valentines and put them in the box. On Valentine's Da y , our teacher would take them out and call the name and we’d go up an d ge t our valentine. I’ve heard it said that it was not a good way to d o beca use some kids didn't get valentines but I don't know that becaus e we mad e our valentines so everybody must have received a valentine . I don't rem ember it being a problem. I vividly remember that big box o n the teacher' s desk.
I remember Mr. Anderson in the Fourth Grade. He traveled every day fro m t he west part of Utah county near Utah Lake. He played the cornet an d taug ht us a little music, to sing and even dance a little bit.
In the 7th Grade I went to Lincoln Junior High School. It was locate d o n State Street also, but you went north instead of south. It was a tw o st ory building located across the street from Lincoln High School. Th e scho ol was big for those days but not as big as they have now. It mus t have b een three miles or a little less because I had to walk there too . If it h ad been more than three miles, there was a bus that would tak e you to sch ool. I remember that the bus was a big noisy, gray bus and t he driver , I thought, was ornery and didn't tolerate any monkey business .
I enjoyed all the classes that I took but Science was a favorite class . M r. Lewis, the teacher, would get after me a little because I’d be to o exu berant about things. I’d get excited and talk or tell about thing s when m aybe I shouldn’t have.
When time came, I attended Lincoln High School. It also was a two stor y b uilding facing south just off of State Street (800 S in Orem - nort h sid e of street). There were three ways we got to school. Sometimes i t was ri ding the bus that passed right in front of our home. We’d walk d own to th e canal west of our home and pick up the bus there. The bus wou ld take ab out 15 minutes to get to school. Sometimes we had to walk an d it would ta ke about 45-50 minutes. Sometimes Paul and I would be walk ing toward Sta te Street and the Riding family would be passing in thei r Ford car wit h a trunk on the back and Mr. Riding would stop and pick u s up and take u s to school. The Ridings lived just east of us what woul d be a couple o f blocks.
The school year would start in September. Our peaches would come on at t h at time and I’d stay home a few days to help ship them out. We’d get o u t in May just like they do today. I think there were about 500 student s a ttending High School. We had about 80-90 in my graduating class .
We had the regular English, Math, History, Science classes but I don't t h ink they had courses like Biology and Botany. They had a Seminary build in g next door to the High School which I visited but never took a clas s the re. My favorite classes:
Speech (teacher - Fern Jude)
History (teacher - Frank Newman)
Chemistry (teacher - Carl Swenson)
English (teacher - Mr. Cordner)
Shop (teacher - Boyd Davis and I built a footstool)
Eugenics (Genetics for human beings and the teacher was Boyd Davis too)
Algebra (teacher - Ray Partridge who would brag up how neat my work was)
Physical Education (Coach was Sanky Dixon)
Typing (I can’t remember the teacher's name)
My real favorite was Vocational Agriculture (Vo-Ag) which was held in t h e bottom floor. This was something new and had the government support b ec ause at the time they wanted to train young boys to be farmers. I wa s exc ited about Vo-Ag and FFA (Future Farmers of America) but never want ed t o be a farmer. Farming was one of those things that you thought wa s the w orst things in your life but turns out to be the best because i t taught m e to work and take responsibility. Vo-Ag and the FFA club ha d activities , and the class and activities were fun. I did everything th at would lea d up to be a farmer then.
Mr. Boyd Davis was my favorite teacher (Shop and Eugenics). He had a w a y with working with students.
There were athletics also and the only athletic thing I indulged in wa s b oxing. I wasn’tt a big tough-looking guy, but I was a pretty good box er . I also took Chorus and was in an opera at one time. I remember bein g ma de up with a moustache.
I remember wanting to be a twirler with the band. I took a broken shov e l handle, cut it, rounded the top and painted it and would use that t o tw irl and throw. I practiced a lot and became very good. I was kind o f th e assistant Drum Major. I remember John Tidal was the Drum Major wro te i n my year book "You’re going to be the Drum Major next year" but I d on' t remember being that. I was the only twirler with the band though an d th e school bought me a baton with a big nob on it. I practiced with th e ban d during the summertime and as they played, I twirled and was goo d at it . I used to balance a hoe on my chin or finger and walk around.
For lunch I’d have a nickel a day to buy my lunch if I didn't take i t . I remember buying two sweet rolls frequently for my lunch.
Because this was a farming area, I don't remember homework being emphasi z ed as they do now. I think the teachers realized that the students ha d ch ores to do after school. We also didn't have a lot of after-school a ctivi ties as they do now for that same reason.
Burt Dickson, Arden Rowley, and Weston Koford were good friends whil e i n High School. Present teenagers have a lot of activity to participat e in . They go farther and do more things. For us, friendships were at sc hoo l only. We each went home and didn't socialize after school too muc h .
College Years at BYU
There was a barber named Burningham that I knew. It seemed like an eas y t hing to do - meeting people, talking with them, cutting their hair . I tol d my parents once that I wanted to be a barber. My mother told m e I wasn’ t going to be a barber that I was going to go to college and ge t an educa tion.
My parents knew that education was important and all of their children w e nt to college. We all basically put ourselves through college. I had t h e money that I had earned doing different jobs and it was given to m e t o go to college.
The first college that I attended was Brigham Young University. I decid e d to go there with the counsel from my parents and it was surely the ri gh t thing to do because that's where I met my future wife, Ardis Poulso n . I began in the fall of 1937.
I stayed with my sister, Iona, and husband, Ervin Coon, and their fami l y who lived down in Provo (300 West and Center Street) during the wee k wh ile attending college and was able to go home on some weekends. I he lpe d them whenever I could; I was their chief baby sitter. I didn't hav e a c ar then so I just walked all over when I needed to go somewhere.
I don't think I was much of a student at BYU; wasn’t mature and prepar e d for college then. I had no idea of a major nor an agenda of any kin d . I just went to school. I went a year then got sick during the summe r . I was going to have my tonsils out at that time but was running a fev e r that wouldn’t go away. Dr. Eldon Clark, the Ears, Nose and Throat spe ci alist was afraid I would get Rheumatic Fever and so they put me to bed , w hich was the way they treated Rheumatic Fever then. The fever never p rogr essed into what they thought so they eventually took my tonsils ou t an d I got better. I missed about a year before returning to BYU for an othe r year of schooling.
While attending my first year at BYU, I would often go into the Hebe r J . Grant Library to study. While there I saw the most beautiful girl w orki ng at the distribution desk. I wished that I knew her and tried to g et u p the courage to talk with her, but we hadn't been introduced. I wen t t o the library more and more often. I would work it out that when I sa w th at she was leaving, I'd leave too and we’d walk down the steps toget her .
One wonderful, spring day a friend from Lincoln High School, actuall y a g irl friend, Ina Poulson, was walking into the Library while we wer e leavi ng and I discovered that she was a cousin of this beautiful girl , and In a finally introduced me to her - Ardis Poulson. After that, we w ould tal k as we walked and we started to walk often together.
I would walk her to her home which was just off the Upper Campus (86 6 N 2 00 E) and then I’d continue to where I was staying. We then began w alkin g to Calders which was on University Avenue across from the Lower C ampu s (where the BYU academy was), to have toasted tuna fish sandwiches . Tha t meant that she walked a little farther past her home but she didn 't see m to mind and after having our sandwiches, I would walk her home a nd the n continue on my way which was just over a mile farther.
I didn't have much money at that time. I had my breakfast and dinner mea l s with the Coon's, and had just a little money to spend for lunch. To s av e money then, I would stop off at Pop's Market, located about 800 N 20 0 E , and buy a pint of milk to have for my lunch .
We would have very simple dates. Sometimes we’d meet and sit togethe r o n the lawn under a white birch tree and talk. That was kind of a favo rit e place. We went to football games. I remember it rained and we sat o ut t here and stayed in the rain when everyone else left. We joked abou t tha t occasionally. We also went to basketball games at the BYU Smart G ym o n University Avenue.
I remember walking Ardis from the Lower Campus to religion class with Pr o fessor Ivins which we had together on the Upper Campus. Professor Ivin s w as the father of a good friend from Lincoln High, Tony Ivins, and Pro fess or Ivins used to tease Ardis and me about being late or other thing s tha t happened in class. He was a fun professor .
There were times that she’d invite me to go to the BYU Lyceums at the Pr o vo Tabernacle. Her father would have passes that she’d use for us to g o a nd that would be our entertainment. These Lyceums would be musical pr ogra ms, just speakers or a combination of both.
When I got sick, we’d talk on the phone. Either I’d call her or she’d ca l l me and we’d talk. Of course, she had other boyfriends and had dates w it h them. She’d tell me about the boys and I knew who they were .
After I got my tonsils out, I started to feel better and I remember I we n t and bought some new light colored shoes and green pants that were rea ll y snappy. I did this in anticipation of getting together again with Ar di s on Valentine’s Day. I even went down to Provo and ordered some carna tio ns and delivered them to her then too .
I remember celebrating Cinco de Mayo at BYU with Ardis and her friend, B e th Richardson, whose father was a Professor of Spanish. During the summ er , while I would have errands to run for my family from the farm, I’d d riv e our Chevrolet pickup by Ardis' home and of course stop to visit wh e n I could.
It was about this time that I was baptized into the LDS Church, May 28 , 1 939. I know that Ardis was a great influence on me to do this althou g h I always wanted to be a member but the church didn't have missionari e s in the area as they do now.
We then began to date more steadily and for her, more exclusively. We da t ed through the next year of college and during the next summer (1940) , wh ile up on Squaw Peak there in Provo Canyon, I proposed to her. How h app y I was that she said "Yes". I still didn't have a lot of money, bu t I ha d continued to have my milk for lunch and had saved enough to bu y her a s olitaire diamond ring with a gold band. She had told me that sh e didn't n eed a ring, but I insisted she have on .
During this last year at BYU and going with Ardis, I had decided what ca r eer I wanted. I wanted to major in Ag. Education; become a Vo-Ag teache r . I knew that I wanted to go to the Agricultural College in Logan (no w it ’s called Utah State University) to do this. We then began to make p lan s and set the date. Her father convinced us to marry on September 30t h be cause that was Ardis' mother's birth date and that would make it spe cial . Even though that was earlier than I had thought, we decided that’ s wha t we’d do.
So on Monday, September 30, 1940, Ardis and I went to the Salt Lake Ci t y Temple and were sealed together for time and eternity. My parents we r e not able to go to the temple with us as they were not members of th e Ch urch. We did have some family there that threw rice when we left th e temp le.
After the ceremony, we got on the train that would take us to Logan. T h e next day I attended my first classes at the AC so there was no honeym oo n. Professor Poulson gave us $60 in lieu of having a reception and wit h t he little money I had already from my folks, we went to Logan not pen nile ss but almost.
Written for Christmas, 2000
by Glen Earl Soulier
for his children and descendants | Soulier, Glen Earl (I124618)
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Life Story of Johannah Marie Johnson Talbot
Typed by her great granddaughter, Sharol Talbot Omer
I was born in Stockholm, Sweden Oct. 11, 1874 in an apartment house sev e n stories high, where 90 families lived. I was born on the 3rd floor be ca use we couldn’t afford to live lower down (the rent was too high). The r e were 2 children older than I, a brother Emil Alfred born 7 Oct. 186 5 an d a sister Hulda Sophie born 31 Mar. 1872. Hulda died of whooping co ugh w hen only a few months old. There was also a little sister younger t ha n I who died of black smallpox, Selma Victoria, born 12 Nov. 1876. A t th e same time, Father [Carl Alfred Johnson] had the smallpox and nearl y los t his life.
At this time, Father belonged to the Methodist Church and Mother’s peop l e were Lutheran. However, missionaries were now coming to Sweden quit e fr equently and had visited our home many times. Uncle J. P. Johnson an d Fat her became interested in the work. They joined the Church of Jesu s Chris t of Latter-Day-Saints 2 years before Mother [Johanna Charlotta S wenson J ohnson] was converted. Then they began to talk of coming to Amer ica. Uncl e J. P. and family came 4 years before Father could get enoug h money to b ring us all here.
I heard my parents say many times how they hated to leave the 2 little g r aves behind. They were buried in a Catholic Churchyard, and there i s a la w in Sweden that every 20 years (because of the scarcity of land ) a new c orpse is buried over the old ones. By now there would have bee n 2 burie d over each of them.
There was no playground in Sweden for us to play in, except a large vera n da with a high railing all around it. Here I would stand and watch fo r Fa ther to come home from work. He was always the life of the home an d eac h evening we had our usual romp. We could also stand on the verand a and w atch the boats said out to the Island. Father worked on the islan d and we nt6 on the boat every morning. There was also a big bridge out t o the isl and from the mainland. Sometimes Mother would fix a lunch, an d take us fo r a walk out across the bridge to meet Father where he worke d in a box fa ctory.
We left for America about the middle of July, when I was five years ol d , and landed in Oak City, Millard, Utah on 4 Aug. 1878. I can remembe r th e trip only faintly.
It took us three days to get to Liverpool, England from Stockholm and ni n e days [? maybe weeks?] from Liverpool, England to New York City. We to o k the train from New York City directly to Leamington, Utah. Uncle J.P . J ohnson met us at the depot and took us to his home in Oak City. Fathe r go t very seasick at sea. Other than that, our trip was a very successf ul on e.
Uncle J. P. Johnson lived in a large one room log house. We slept in h i s cellar house for a few nights, then Annie C. Anderson came to visit M ot her. Her husband had just died and she was going back to live with he r fo lks, so she offered to let us use her house until Father could get o ne bu ilt. Mother [Johanna Charlotta Swenson Johnson] appreciated this ve ry muc h. We moved in and in a few days 18 Aug. 1878 a brother, John L. w as born .
Father [Carl Alfred Johnson] bought a city lot in the east part of Oak C i ty, just across the street from Uncle’s place. He lived where Clara Tal bo t’s house now stands. By fall our first American home was completed. W e c alled it our ‘cellar house’. It consisted of one large room half unde r- g round with the top part made of posts. The roof was of posts, willow s an d clay. In the north end was a door and a window, and in the south e n d a fireplace with a built-up grate to cook on.
Three years later, Oct. 1881, Father got a job on the section (railroa d ) at Leamington, Utah so we moved over there. Father rented Hans Nielso n’ s home, the place where Overson’s now live, one mile east of town. H e did n’t have any money to pay for rent so he gave Mr. Nielson his gol d watc h to keep until he had the money to pay him. However, when he di d have th e money to pay, Mr. Nielson liked the watch and wouldn’t give i t up. Fath er disliked very much to part with his gold watch that he ha d brought wit h him from the old country. It was an expensive watch, cost ing 300 krona s in Swedish money, which is the equivalent of about $100.0 0 in America n money.
When summer came Father had earned enough money to buy a team (from Sa m C hristensen) a cow from Annie C. Johnson and a squatters’ right from t he s tate. This he afterward homesteaded. While using the squatters’ righ t h e succeeded in getting citizen papers for himself and his family. Jes si e Jiles helped Father with his business procedures at this time. The h ome stead was right in the heart of Leamington. He gave 2 acres to the to wn f or a public lot, out of the northwest corner. It is the lot where th e pub lic school once stood (across the R.R. track).
South of the railroad track he made our home. It was a ‘stockade’ hous e m ade with posts standing up, hewn flat with a willow and clay roof, li ne d with factory cloth. There were 3 large rooms. The Leamington peopl e hel d Sunday School and Church in this home for over 2 years before the y go t a church house built. Father built the first church, after the peo ple o f Leamington got the logs upon the land he gave them for that purpo se. H e was a carpenter by trade, having worked as a carpenter in Sweden , and b ringing with him his set of carpenter tools, and benches for it.
Soon after moving into the ‘stockade’ house, Father bought a sewing mach i ne. It was (I believe) the first sewing machine in Leamington and near l y every woman in Leamington came to do their sewing at Mother’s house . He re, at the age of 9 years I [Johanna Marie Johnson] started school . My fi rst teacher was Ann Walker (wife of Don Walker, ?????’s brother) . I fee l very grateful to her because she taught me to speak the Englis h languag e.
While living in the ‘stockade’ house, Mother gave birth to two childre n , Augusta Wilhelmina on 7 Mar. 1881 and Edwin 10 Jan. 1883. We lived th er e about four years before Father had enough means to build our large l o g house. It was completed in the summer of 1884.
I can well remember how thrilled we were when it was finished and we we r e ready to move in. Father went to Salt Lake and bought a set of furnit ur e to completely fill the six rooms. There was a big charter oak stove , a n organ, two bedroom suites with dressers, wash stands and beds to ma tch , a clock that struck, a folding bed, an extra rocker or two, an exte nsio n table and chairs and a set of flat irons. Then he built a side tab le, c upboard and other things needed. Mother [Johanna Charlotta Swenso n Johnso n] and I [Johanna Marie Johnson] made a carpet during the summe r and sewe d rugs for the floors.
This homemade carpet was beautiful because it was made partly from new w o ol which we had dyed many colors and mixed with duller colors which w e al ready had. It was warm and soft as well as pretty and bright. It nea rly c overed a large living room 20 x 12 ft. After stretching it over cle an str aw and tacking it down all around the wall, it seemed like walkin g on tuf ted cushions.
The thing I loved most about the house was the stairs and upstairs room s . It was here that I spent my happy childhood days. It was in the fall , s ometime in Oct. that we moved in. Father [Carl Alfred Johnson] was ma kin g molasses before frost, so Mother and we children did it almost al l alon e.
Another year or so later another room was added, and Father and Mother w e nt into the store business.
Although we couldn’t speak the English language very well and didn’t und e rstand the customs of the American people for many years, we got alon g ve ry well. Father was a good provider and made a good living for his f amily . Mother was a hard-working woman, making soap, lye, vinegar, tanni ng she ep skins for moccasins, preserving pickles and fruit, spinning, we aving , sewing and knitting, helping with the garden, raising chickens, d ucks a nd geese, as well as watching the store.
Father owned the first molasses mill and vat for boiling the syrup. Besi d es making his own molasses, he made molasses for many of the people i n Le amington. Our surplus supply was taken to Nephi each fall and trade d fo r flour and other supplies. Father did this for years and worked u p a spl endid trade in Eureka and Nephi, selling such produce as beef, ho ney, but ter, and eggs and bringing back goods for the store.
A sister was born, Anna Elizabeth on 8 Feb. 1885 and Mother nearly los t h er life. She was ill for a long time, a year or more. I, eleven year s old , being the eldest daughter, had most of the care of the house an d smalle r children. There was plenty to do for a family of nine. Jus t 2 years lat er on 3 Oct. 1887 Oxil Ludwig was born.
My school career consisted of 6 terms in all: two terms to Ann Walker a n d one to Pauline Larsen in the little log school house and 2 terms to E li c (?) Melville and one to Jessie Jiles in the new brick building.
When I was 13 years old we got diphtheria in the family. My brother, Edw i n, died with it and some of the rest of us nearly choked to death. Fath e r burned the ulcers out of my throat with a red hot iron and saved my l if e3. I was ill for over a year and Mother and Father took me to the Man t i Temple for my health.
The large brick school house was indeed an improvement over the smalle r o ne, and was used also for Church and the public amusement hall.
At the age of 15, I [Johanna Marie Swenson] began to go to dances. My br o ther Emil was dance manager so I went with him. I surely loved to dance .
There was a romantic experience at that time that was a big joke to me . T he old bachelor, Conrad Beckstrand, insisted on being my best beau. H e ha d plenty of money and a pair of driving horses. Fascinated with th e team , and loving to ride, I went with him a few times. I was truly emb arrasse d when I first became conscious of the fact that he liked to tak e me plac es, and I disliked very much to be teased about him. One nigh t he came t o the house and asked if I would go to the dance with him . I said “No”, b ut Mother [Johanna Charlotta Swenson Johnson] didn’t kno w how I dislike d going with him, and hating to be rude, insisted tha t I go. I went int o the bedroom and fixed myself up as quickly as I coul d, then opened th e window and slipped out. When I heard Emil leave the h ouse, I ran out t o the gate with him and went to the dance, leaving Mr . Beckstrand sittin g in the front room with Mother. He never bothered t o come again.
I had many friends in Leamington and nearby towns, and was very happy . M y best girl friend was Mary Textorious (?), of which I was very fond . W e spent many happy house together. The only real boyfriend I ever ha d wa s the one I married, Thomas Edward Talbot, a neighbor boy 4 years ol der t han myself. I started keeping company with him when 16 yrs. old an d marri ed him on 7 Sept. 1892 in the Manti Temple just before my 18th bi rthday .
We drove to Manti with a team and wagon. Mother went with us. We staye d i n Gunnison overnight with a missionary friend, then went on the Mant i th e next day. We spent only part of a day in the Temple, and after din ner w ent to Nephi. Here we did some shopping. We bought a little stove , two ch airs and some cooking utensils to start housekeeping with. The n ext day a bout 4 o’clock we landed back home, tired and dirty, yet thrill ed with ou r trip and, of course, very happy.
Thomas owned 14 acres of land, and on it we built a 2 room adobe house . W e had some large shade trees and a small orchard. Here we started hou seke eping. This land was located directly 1 mile south of Leamington. W e live d very happily and contented for about a year, then Thomas came do wn wit h Rheumatism and was bedfast for many months. He was still down wh en my f irst baby was born. Edward Clifford Talbot arrived 6 Feb. 1894. W hen spri ng came and the days grew warmer, Thomas began to get better. W e bought h orses, wagons and implements and began farming for a livelihoo d. He als o took up a homestead adjoining our land. Here he built a log h ouse and m oved into it. Each summer, however, we were compelled to mov e back into t he adobe house because it was so hot in the sand.
Oct. 27, 1897 Arbie Blanche, a daughter, was born. I worked very har d o n the farm helping make a go of it, as Thomas was still crippled up a nd n ot strong after his sickness. I helped him cut and haul hay, stack g rain , drown quimps, walk to town to sell my butter and eggs, raise turke ys an d chickens, and most everything.
It was here that we owned one of the first teams in the country. They we r e big bays called Marg and Mag. We also owned a very smart watch dog th a t guarded the chickens and turkeys from wild animals. Coyotes, weasel s an d skunks were very numerous. While we owned ‘Blaid’ (?) nothing eve r disa ppeared, but when he was gone (Thomas gave him to a sheepherder) w e los t all of our chickens and nearly all of our turkeys. We found as ma ny a s 40 pullets dead in one night. We certainly made a mistake when w e got r id of our faithful watch dog.
In the spring of 1899 – Apr. 10, another girl was born, Alta Ashman. I [ H annah Marie Talbot] was ill for a long time after she was born and ha d t o go to Nephi and have an operation before I got well. She was born i n th e log house.
After we had secured the deeds to our land, we began making plans fo r a h ouse in town, on the lot that Father [Carl Alfred Johnson] gave u s fo r a wedding present. Here we planted a big orchard, and built a love ly br ick home. (It is the house where Rodney Ashby now lives).
In the spring of 1901 Thomas began to get the moving fever. He thought t h at a different climate would help his rheumatism. He first thought of g oi ng to Idaho, then after visiting relatives in Hinckley he decided to g o d own there. He bought a 40 acre farm in the flat, and everyone seeme d to b e getting alfalfa seed crops. We, however, were not so lucky. Al l four ye ars we lived there, our crops were frozen. One of the finest cr ops I eve r saw was frozen early in the fall of Sept. 1902.
There was nothing but a log house on the farm. How I hated to give up o u r lovely brick house for that one. It was like a funeral. I look bac k o n those 4 years in Hinckley as 4 years of bad luck.
A few months after we moved there a fourth child was born, Carl Emmett , 1 0 Sept. 1901. When he was 4 months old I got appendicitis and was ope rate d on Jan. 22. I left the baby home with my sisters, Anna and Augusta , an d they took good care of him. However, when hot weather came he too k summ er complaint and scarlet fever and died. He was a big black-eyed f ellow , so strong and big for his age. We buried him 27 Aug. 1902 – jus t 11 mon ths old.
That same fall a diphtheria epidemic broke out. Thomas and I took the ch i ldren and went to Murcur (a mining camp) for the winter. Underground wo r k didn’t agree with Thomas, he had to lay off so much, so before the n e w year we went back to the log house on the farm in Hinckley .
Here 10 Feb. 1903 Cloyd Alden was born. It was a bitter cold night. Wh e n Thomas arrived with the Dr., there were icicles frozen on his mustach e , and I was having heavy chills.
The next summer Thomas bought a nice little 3 room bunker house, dow n i n town, because it was too far for the children to walk to school.
In the fall about the first of Oct., Thomas and Arbie came down with Typ h oid fever. Both were very bad. There was an epidemic of Typhoid that se as on and several people died with it. When
Spring came we were both dissatisfied and low-spirited. Eddie Anderson c a me to Hinckley to visit his relatives (Uncle Charley Talbot and family ) a nd wanted to buy a farm. When Thomas heard this, he offered our plac e fo r sale. They made the deal by trading straight across. They traded h omes , land, implements, chickens and everything.
May 6, 1904we moved to our home in Oak City. There was a 2 room adobe ho u se, an orchard, 5 acres of city lots, 40 acres of farm land and a homes te ad for grazing. About 2 years later, Thomas traded the homestead (16 0 acr es) for 39 acres of farm land adjoining the other 40. He also bega n prepa rations for a larger house. He made his own brick and added 3 lar ge room s to those we already had. He also had the other 2 stuccoed on th e outsid e, and added porches and cement walks. This made a very comforta ble home.
Thomas’ health grew steadily better and he was able to do hard work. H e w as a good manager, a very energetic man even though small in stature , wei ghing between 135-150 lbs., and made the farm pay. We sent the chil dren a ll to high school, some on to college, and both of the boys on mis sions . This took some sacrifice on the part of both of us, but we were g lad t o do it. It made us both happy to see our children grow up to be go od Lat ter-Day-Saints. We did our bit in Church whenever we were called u pon an d enjoyed seeing our children active in the work. This was our big gest ai m and desire.
Our last 4 girls, Margaret Hannah, Al Verda, Myrtle and Deon, were bor n i n Oak City. We were the parents of 9 children of which 8 grew to matu rity . All except one are married at this time (April 1937) and have fami ly ca res of their own.
I [Hannah Marie Johnson Talbot] have always been tied to my home with li t tle children and home cares, and never had a chance to travel much. How ev er, I went up into the Northwestern States with my son, Clifford, an d fam ily during the summer of 1925. I saw some beautiful country and enj oyed i t immensely. I also lived in St. George one winter with my husban d and yo ungest daughter. Thomas and I worked in the Temple and Deon wen t to 6th g rade in elementary school. It was a profitable year and much e njoyed.
I have attended the Talbot Reunion in Idaho a couple of times, and the y w ere very interesting trips. I also travelled through the beautiful Zi on’ s National Park. There has been some bitter as well as sweet down tho ug h the years of my life. It saddened our home when our baby passed awa y an d I felt as though I couldn’t endure it, but when La Von, our littl e gran dson, met with such a sad accident while in my care, and died so s uddenly , I have no words to express the despair that I felt.
Last, but not least, of my sorrows was the death of my beloved husban d 1 8 Sept. 1934, at the young age of 63 years. Only those who have gon e thro ugh a like experience can sympathize. Not in the same way – I do l ook for ward to the years ahead, for I know that I must meet them alone . Stil l – I have many things to be thankful for. The greatest of these a re my c hildren – all of whom I am proud.
It has not been so easy going these last few years. Besides having my de a r husband leave me, the drouth has taken the crops and left the farm i n p oor condition. Taxes have piled up and we have had hard times to mak e end s meet.
Feb. 3, 1936 I began working on a P.W.A. Project. For 4 months I worke d u nder the supervision of Wanda Nielson, earning $40.00 a month. The n I wa s put in supervisor and worked 6 more months earning $45.00 a mont h. In t hese last 6 months, Mrs. Caddie Lovell and I made 1,020 article s of cloth ing and turned in. I enjoyed the work very much. I guess it wa s becaus e I like to sew. Even before I was married I began making my ow n clothes . I took a course in dressmaking when I was a girl. Since the n I have bee n a public dressmaker as well as the family seamstress. Sinc e most of m y children have left home and gone away, I spend much of my t ime visitin g them. One of my daughters, Margaret, lives in Orderville, U tah. One o f my sons and 2 daughters (Clifford, Myrtle and Deon) are loca ted in Ogde n. Al Verda is in San Diego, and Arbie in Delta. Alta and Clo yd are th e 2 remaining in Oak City. I enjoy seeing my children and thei r families . There are 19 grandchildren in all, 2 of which are dead. Mos t of the m I have helped bring into the world, and been with them in time s of sick ness and need. My life is devoted to the needs of my children a nd friends . Besides raising my own children, I helped raise my sister’ s family. Sh e died leaving a tiny daughter 10 days old, a boy and 2 olde r daughters . I took them in with my own family, which wasn’t so easy t o do, making 1 2 small children in all. Each morning before school, betwe en getting brea kfast, etc., I braided the hair of 8 girls.
This last part of the story is written by her daughter, Arbie Blanche Ta l bot Roberts.
The last seven years of mother’s life was spent in Oak City and visiti n g the children in their various homes. During this time 4 more grandchi ld ren and 3 great-grandchildren have come making 26 in all.
A lot of the time her health has been very poor, but never did she compl a in or give up. Her life was devoted to serving others – never was she t o o busy or too ill to go to one of her children in times of illness, sor ro w and joy – she was such an ambitious, uncomplaining, unselfish person . “ Actions speak louder than words” was her motto and through doing an d work ing she expressed her great love rather than using big words. If s he coul dn’t say something nice about someone, she didn’t say anything a t all.
Even though she had a very large family with 26 grandchildren, never on c e did she forget a birthday or holiday – usually making some little gi f t out of the best she had to do with.
Her children all looked up to her with great pride and respect at her ab i lities, her great judgment and foresight. They felt that Mother’s advi c e was best. Whatever her decision was it always proved to be a great sa ti sfaction to them.
Each evening as Mother looked back on her day’s activities, if somethi n g hadn’t been accomplished other than the daily routine, valuable time , s he felt, had been wasted.
She was taken to the L.D.S. Hospital 30 April 1944. During those 7 wee k s there she suffered untold agony and pain. At times, when her strengt h p ermitted, she spoke words of comfort and consolation to her childre n nea r her. Drs. and nurses commented several times on her strong fait h in th e Elders when they gave her blessings, and how sweet and patien t and unco mplaining she was about everything. She died 18 June 1944 an d was burie d in oak City Cemetery 3 days later. | Johnson, Johanna Marie (I23181)
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