Mary Adsersen

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• Initiatory (LDS): 3 May 1954

Mary married Hans Nielsen Hansen on 15 May 1865 in Washington, Washington, Utah, United States. Hans was born on 4 Apr 1837 in Karlebo, Frederiksborg, Sjælland, Kongeriget Danmark; was christened on 4 Jun 1837 in Karlebo, Frederiksborg, Sjælland, Kongeriget Danmark; died on 2 Aug 1901 in Colonia Juárez, Casas Grandes, Chihuahua, México; was buried on 4 Aug 1901 in Colonia Juárez, Casas Grandes, Chihuahua, México. [Group Sheet] [Family Chart]

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• Initiatory (LDS): 2 Oct 1907, SLAKE

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• Initiatory (LDS): 3 Nov 1886, SGEOR

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I Annie Catherine Hanson, daughter of Hans Hansen and Mary Adsersen, w a s born September 5th, 1871 in Washington, Washington County, Utah.

What I remember of the home in Washington was that it was a gray adobe h o use, one-and-a-half stories high, with orchards in a grape vineyard. M y f ather made barrels of wine to sell. I remember all our seller was fil le d with barrels of wine. I never remember seeing my father or mother dr in k wine, and they would not let any of us children drink it either. W e und erstood it was for sale. But I remember the time or two of my broth er an d I going down to The Cellar and pulling the courts out and stickin g th e Reed cones down in the barrel and sucking up the wine. But it mus t hav e been new wine for it did not affect us any.

When I was 7 years of age I had dropsy; when I set up in the chair whi l e mother made my bed my tongue would hang out and I would pant like a d og . They put hot rocks wrapped in wet clothes around me to steam my bod y th ey also gave hot wine and sulfur to drink I wanted cold water but th is th ey refused me, one day my brother was caring for me as my mother ha d gon e away. I asked him to get a pint cup of water from the spring, whi ch h e did. I drank it. The dropsy soon broke and water ran from my bod y as i f I have been put in a tub of water, but I was soon well again!

I was eight years old when my father was called to go to Arizona to he l p build up a new country. Like all children, I was anxious for the chan ge , not knowing the hardships and privations we would have to endure. Fa the r sold our home for horses and cows, and in the fall of 1879, we star te d on our journey. We only got As far as Kanab, Utah, when father recei ve d a letter from Denmark telling about the death of his father, Niel' s Han sen. There was the money coming to father from the estate.

So he decided to take the family back to Washington and wait for the mon e y. We waited so long for the money and when it came it was too late i n th e season to travel so we stayed in Washington for the winter. On th e 23r d day of December my mother gave birth to another son, this mad e 8 childr en in our family. My brother and myself attended school durin g the winter , this was my second year at school, John Pace was my teache r.

So my sister Anna and her husband, Sanford Juques, grandfather and grand m other Adair, and my brother hands took the teams and wagons, and cows a n d went to Arizona. They located in Show Low, clearly a small piece of l an d and planted a garden and some corn and beans. They put up a one-roo m lo g house in a cellar.

Hans and Sanford return to Utah for us in the fall of 1880. It was a lo n g tiresome Journey with a family of small children. It took about thre e w eeks to make the trip. We had barrels bass into the sides of the wago ns t o carry water to use between watering places in a good deal of the t ime w ater was pretty scarce. We crossed the big Colorado River on a ferr y boa t at Lee's Ferry.

One night when we camped, it was rather late before we got our supper ov e r. I reached over the table, which was very with a canvas on the groun d , and accidentally put my hand in a can of boiling hot tea. I got up fr o m the table and found a little kettle of cold water and put my hand i n it . I got in bed with the kettle by my side and held my hand and it un ti l I fell asleep. Consequently, I had a very bad hand.

We were very happy when we reached our Journey's End. All we're tired a n d ready to stop. Mother's help was not very good. The men-folk put u p a r ough log room with no windows, and a blanket for the door. We use d wago n boxes for the children's bedrooms. Father, Sanford, and the boy s were b usy for a while Gathering the corn and beans. After this was don e, fathe r went to 40 Apache and got a job doing Mason work. There were n o store s around so we had to do without a good many of the necessity o f things.

Hans and Stafford made a trip out to Salt Lake's for a load of salt an d m ade a trip to St John's to get a few sacks of flour and if you grocer ies , but they had to be very sparingly. We lived on cornbread mostly, a n d a good deal of the time it was unleavened bread. But the most of us w er e healthy and it didn't seem to hurt us, except our feelings. It was h ard er on mother than any of us.

In the spring of 1880 when they built another room onto our log room. A n d it seems like a little bit of Heaven, now that we could be in the ni c e light rooms, but when the rains came it was boiled for us, as we hav e t o roll up the beds and put pants on the floor to catch the rain. A gr ea t deal of work fell on me, as I was the oldest girl, and mother's heal t h was poor.

There were a few families scattered through the woods, so there was no s c hool. But we held Sunday school and brother Stanley's house, just ove r th e hill from where we live. Stanley's house was where the old red hea d pla ce is now. I always waited anxiously for Sunday to come so I can we ar m y new Calico dress. My spring hat was a bonnet made out of light fig ure d Calico, some that mother had brought with her from Utah. My Bonne t wa s dark stiff, so it would not Bend, when I was wearing it. It was ho pe al ways hung on a pig. Our shoes were always polished with soot out o f the s tove.

On Saturdays all the brass kettles, tin pans, and 10 cups had to be scou r ed and shine in the knives and forks also. That was one of my chores. T ha t done, then came the weekly bathing. Are we get the old copper boile r an d fill it with water on the stove to heat then bring in the wooden t ub. S ometimes it would leak and we would pour a tea kettle full of wate r in i t to soak it up so we could use it to bathe in. I usually starte d in wit h the baby and put about 3 through the bath before I change th e water.

We had a large piece of homemade soap to scrub them with. It was a luxu r y if we had a bar of white laundry soap from the store. My daddy did a l l the shoe mending and sometimes mother took the tops of her shoes an d cu t them down and sew them on the machine and made shoes for the child ren . Father made his own last, whittling them out of wood, and used wood en p egs to tack in the soles with. He cut shoelaces from a tanned sheeps kin

In the summertime father the boys wore a square piece of cloth, torn fr o m some old underwear or dress, for socks. They would set their foot o n th e Red Corner wise, pulling the corner over their toes, and then brin g th e side Corners, Crossing them over the top of the foot, and slippe d thei r foot into this shoe or boot. We couldn't buy socks, and if the y had a p air of socks for Sunday, they were lucky. It was hard to get ya rn. Grandm other had brought her old spinning wheel from Utah, and when t hey could g et well, grandmother and mother would spin yard. Then mothe r knit the sto ckings. Sometimes we would gather the shells from the waln uts just afte r they fell from the tree, and mother would color yarn an d quilt lining w ith it. Mother carded wool to make bats to put in side o f the quilt

In the fall of 1881 we got word that the Apache Indians were on the warp a th and we're headed towards our little village. We were told to gathe r a t mr. Coolies house and Mr. Penrod's place, because they live close t oget her. We got word just before Sundown. We gathered up some bedding an d clo thes and rushed off to Mr. Penrod's Place. Mr. Cooley was a big cat tle ow ner and had married a squaw. They had five children, and Mrs Coole y ha d a grown brother that lived with them. His name was Skitty. We di d not r eturn to our homes. They went to work and build a fort around Mr . Coolie s house. The fort was built out of heavy Timber. Each family ha d their qu arters in the fort - - wagon sheets stretched over the top an d blankets h ung up between the family and their neighbors. My father an d brother, Han s, took their turns standing guard at night.

The menfolk would slip out of the fort in the daytime to look after the i r crops. You paragraph while we were living in the fort my little broth er , Andrew, was 2 years old and was left in my charge one day, slipped o u t of my sight and was gone. When we missed him, we all searched all ov e r the fort in up and down the creek but failed to find him. We notifie d t he men in the fort, and they got on horses and went out to search fo r him . They found him about a mile from the fort, going along the road t hat le d to one of the fields. When he saw them coming, he looked back an d I sai d, I'm going home, and he tried it on. He was never satisfied. H e alway s said he wanted to go home. We never did go back to our first ho me.

When we left the fort, we moved out on the old Edson Whipple Ranch. Th e W hipple families had moved to Taylor when the other families had move d t o the fort. We lived on this Ranch all winter. We carried all our wat er f or more than a block up a hill from the creek. We were the only fami ly ar ound for a half a mile.

The day we moved to the Whipple Ranch two of the Whipple boys came the r e looking after their crops. A year after I met one of the boys at th e da nce. I was only a little girl. But he danced with me then he usuall y di d after that and I admired him because he was attentive to me an d I was s everal years younger.

There were three or four families settled down on the flat which was cal l ed a Adair, or Fool-Hollow. My father and brothers were building as a n e w house down on a Adair. They expected to dig Wells but had no success . T he creek was a half mile away, and the people hold water from the cre ek . In the spring of 1882 we move down to our new house. Soon after, a b ab y sister was added to our family. She was named Marcina.

We held Sandy School in our house for a while, but the few people ther e s tarted building a log school house. We also had dances in our house b efor e the school house was finished period for music We had a violin an d a ha rmonica. Dancing and horseback riding where the main sports.

I began to have boyfriends very young. We would go riding, the girl alwa y s riding behind the saddle. People were scattered around on their Farm s . There were at this time about 10 families in our neighborhood, so i t to ok young and old to make enough to have a dance. That accounts for m y bei ng grown up before my age.

Before long the schoolhouse was finished. The benches were made of spl i t slab with the flat side up and holes bored in each corner for the leg s . The next thing was to get a teacher. There was a young man who was cr ip pled living in our neighborhood. The people discuss the matter and dec ide d that if he could pass the country examination they would engage Hym n fo r the position. Father and I took this young man to st. John's to ta ke th e examination. His name was John Oliver and sad to say he could no t pas s the examination, but the people hired him anyways they thought w e shoul d have a school. This was in 1882 and it was my first year of sch ool in A rizona. All of her tot for six months, as that was as long as pe ople coul d afford to pay him. The next year there was a family by the na me of Calv in that came to make their home there, they had a daughter Eli za are peop le hired her to teach the next year.

The Whipple's had come back from Taylor, and they had a little store a t t he Whipple Ranch. They also built a large log houses as they called i t. I t was built with portholes through which we could shoot in case of a n att ack by the Apache Indians. They used it as a dance hall and sometim es hel d the 24th of July celebration there.

In the spring of 1884, some of the Apostles from Salt Lake City came do w n and held a conference in the Whipple Hall. And my father, Hans Hanse n , was put in as Bishop of our small town. Shortly after that, father g o t a small piece of land about a half-mile above us on a wash. He ha d a we ll dug there, and built another house, and also a tie the office . The peo ple would pay tithing from that which they had produced, and be cause ther e was not much cash in circulation.

Father had gone away from home a great deal to work. He did Mason wor k i n Fort Apache, building a good many of the soldiers quarters and buil ding s for the officers. He did a lot of building in Snowflake and differ ent p laces around the country.

The boys, Hans and Niels, did most of the farming, and mother had a gre a t deal of responsibility of raising the family and keeping account of T id ing that came in when father was away from home. We raised mostly cor n an d sugarcane, squash, and some potatoes. It was all dry for me. Somet ime s we raised a garden and watered it with buckets of water from the we ll . Some seasons were dry, and the crops were not very good.

While living in this place I had the best time in my young girl hood da y s brother McNeil was the leader of our choir. He would have choir pract ic e once a week. I sang in the choir. We help Church in the little old s cho ol house.

I worked in the primary and also taught a class in Sunday school. Our sc h ools were very poor and we only had classes from 4 to 6 months. We use d s lates and pencils to write on instead of paper. Our main studies wer e rea ding, writing, spelling, and a little arithmetic. I wanted to go t o schoo l and learn so badly, but my mother had such poor health so muc h of the t ime that I had to stay out of school. I had to do the housewor k and the w ashing in the ironing. In the winter, I would get up at 4 an d get breakfa st and eat by Lamplight. Every one of the family had to b e up and ready f or prayers before breakfast, and all had to gather for p rayers before sup per. When my father was away from home, we children al l had to take our t urns in family prayers. The work all had to be done b efore I went to scho ol. I usually had to stay out of school to wash, an d would I earn at nigh t.

On August 23rd, 1884, there was another brother added to our family nam e d Augustus. There were now nine in the family. Mother did the sewing f o r our family and it a good many of the stockings. She crocheted lace t o t rim the children's clothes and braided straw to make hats for a girl s . I began to make my own dresses at the age of 14 years and helped mak e c lothes for the family. I had two darn stockings and socks.

Each one of the family learn how to work but we rushed our work and ha d t ime for recreation. One of our past Time games was checkers. Will us e ker osene lamps, which was sometimes scares, and in Winter evenings w e coul d see to play checkers. Sometimes we would put a pitch stick on th e firep lace and play checkers by the firelight.

Dry farming was rather discouraging, and father had to be away from ho m e so much to work. Father had a dream, or Vision he called it. He dream e d he was traveling up through the thick Pines where Lakeside now is. H e d reamed he saw green fields of grain, water dishes, and houses. It al l thr ough the timber. After this dream, he took one of his counselors an d wen t to look at this place. Father told him that there would be a tow n there , and the water would be brought on this place. He finally told t he peopl e at Fool Hollow that they would all leave that place before lon g.

Father bought a molasses mail. Every fall was molasses making time. We w o uld have candy pulling parties. One time mother had gone to Woodruff t o d o some shopping at the co-op store. It usually took about three day s to m ake the trip and do the trading. She left me home to look after th e famil y and told me to be sure to have the house clean when she returns . The da y I was expecting her back, I scrub the floors and polish the st oves an d had everything in apple-pie order. She had a large rocking chai r that s he was quite fond of and she warned me to be careful and not le t the Youn g Folks scuffle over it and break it. Sometimes when they cam e to our hou se they would all want to try the big chair at the same tim e and she ha d to guard it so close to keep them from breaking it. Mothe r did not ge t home this night so I went to bed. The next morning when si nging practic e was over, some of the crowd suggested to Hans that we g o to our place a nd make some molasses candy. The bunch walked in and a s usual three or fo ur of them made for the big chair and through their s cuffling broke the r ocker. I just felt like I could cry because I knew w hat mother would say . Hans made a fire brought in some molasses and pu t it on to make the can dy. I was sick for I knew about what would happen . I didn't even want t o get up to join them, but they kept after me unti l I got up. The candy b oiled all over the stove and when it was cool eno ugh to pull, each one go t a handful to pull. They snatched and grabbed e ach other's candy and wra pped it around the girls necks. The floor, stov e, and everything in the h ouse was dubbed up with candy. It was late whe n they went home, and I wa s so tired and sleepy that I went to bed think ing that I could get up ear ly in the morning and get the house cleaned u p before mother got home. Bu t had just finished breakfast when mother dr ove up. When she came in an d saw the house all dirty and her rocking cha ir broken, she wasn't very p leasant. I didn't ask her to let me see wha t she had bought me until ever ything was cleaned up, and I didn't let an y grass grow under my feet whil e I was doing it. She wouldn't let me exp lain to her how it all happened . Mother love to do things to make us hap py, but we all had to mind righ t now.

I started keeping company with Charles Whipple when I was 14 years old , a nd when I was just past 15 years old we started for st. George in a w agon . We traveled in company with brother minoraly and Harrison Pierce a nd fa mily. We got married in Snowflake by President Jesse and. Smith a s we wen t through there, and we went on to St George by team. After a da y or tw o on the road I ask my husband why we didn't have prayer before g oing t o bed, I had been accustomed to this and felt as though we neede d the gui dance of the Lord on this trip, so I prayed first as he had ask ed me to . We traveled over the same road I had traveled on when I wa s a young gir l. We left on the 12th of October and got to say George an d went throug h the temple the 3rd of November 1886. When we left, we tho ught we woul d come right back to Show Low, but when we got up that far C harles though t he would like to go on up to Provo and see his brothers a nd sisters tha t live there. We arrived there in December.

It was a long tiresome ride in a wagon and the roads were poor. After Ch r istmas, Charles. It would be nice for me to go to the Brigham Young Aca de my in Provo and he would go and get work. Our money was getting lo w s o I thought I'd find a place where I could forward and work to pay fo r m y room. Aunt Mary Whipple went with me to find a place. She took me t o An drew Stewart's who wanted a woman or girl to help them, so I got th e job . But I only stayed there all week. They expecting me to do the coo king , dish washing, cleaning, ironing, turning and everything else. The y ha d a large house to keep. There were seven girls in the family, but n ot on e of them came into the kitchen to help me. I couldn't get my lesso ns s o I quit and went to Aunt Mary Whipple's to board. She gave me my bo ard f or $1.50 a week. That was something new to me not to work but jus t go t o school. I made good use of my time, but in the few weeks I becam e disco uraged and quit.

In the spring of 1887 we went up to Park City to get work. Charles g o t a job cutting trees. He built a little rough log cabin and stretc h a wa gon sheet over one end of the top to keep out the Sun and rain an d then p ut brush over the other end. We got a little stove, a large Good s box fo r a table, box for a cupboard, good box to sit on, and a few dis hes. Th e Chipmunks were numerous there and would get into everything tha t was un covered. I spent much time trying to kill them. I made a Dead fa ll by usi ng a box, raising one end by putting a stick under to hold it u p, and tyi ng a string to the stick, I would put some bread under this bo x then th e Chipmunks got under the box I would pull the string. During t he time w e were living there I took into borders. I stayed there 3 month s then wen t down to Provo to stay with one of Charles sisters while I di d some sewi ng to get ready to go to Salt Lake to October conference. Whe n we went t o conference, it was the first time I had ever ridden on a tr ain. After c onference Charles went back to work .

I had now been married about a year and was homesick for my people I dec i ded to go home on the train, I had a number of experiences on the trai n t raveling alone but I arrived at Holbrook safe and there I had a chanc e t o visit my sister in Woodruff. I stayed there until my brother came t o ta ke me to my mother's. I was very glad to see all my Kinfolk again. B ut no w I wanted my husband. When I spoke of going to him my people fel t so ba d that I did not go and they wrote to him to come home. He was wo rking i n Provo, Utah, and did not like to quit a good job. He stayed the re a yea r.

When Charles came back, we lived the first winter in his mother's hous e o n the Whipple Ranch. They had left and moved to Old Mexico. In the sp rin g of 1888, we moved over on the farm that Willard and Charlie Farm to geth er. Charles had built a little house on the farm before we were marr ied . It was a little frame house that has cracks in the floor large enou gh t o lose my dishes in but I was very happy. We bought a couple of cows , m y father gave me one, and my mother gave me a few chickens to start w ith . I raised 75 chickens that summer and made butter to sell. We got al l o f our groceries and what we had to wear with butter money. We raise d a ga rden too, but we had to water it occasionally from the well. We ra ised go od crops on this dry Farm, corn, Kane, potatoes, squash, and melo ns.

Charles worked over in Fort Apache one season with my father doing Mas o n work. Edson Whipple, jr. And Rowena went to work for him. Also, Rowe n a and I did the cooking for some of the Working Man. We came home whe n th e job was finished. On the way home we can't about a half-mile fro m an In dian camp. After we had gone to bed, we heard the Indians beat th eir drum s and yelling. So Charles, it's him, Rowena, if Penrod, and I we nt up t o the camp to see what the Indians were doing. They were havin g a big Ind ian dance.

We hadn't been there long when I Squaw with a papoose on her back came a n d touched Charles and went back in the center of the Ring. That was th e w ay of inviting him to dance with her. After a while, there was anothe r yo ung Squad that came and touched him. He didn't dance with them, but , Edso n, Rowena and I went and danced with him. And oh, how the old teet h yelle d and beat his drum he did them a great favor by dancing with the m. The o ld Chief talk to us after we were through dancing. He seemed t o be very g lad that we did it, and he invited us to come again.

Charles father came up from Mexico and visited us he was getting quite o l d and feeble the next year he wrote a letter and wanted us to come dow n t o Mexico and take care of his cattle and run his Ranch. So we trade d an d sold our corn, molasses, and chickens. We had a few head of cows , but d id not sell them. We left them with Willard Whipple. My mother ha ted to s ee us leave and go so far away, for it seemed a long way off i n those day s when we traveled by team and wagon.

We loaded our belongings in the wagon and put boards over the top be d o f the wagon to put our bed on. We had our little stove set up in th e fron t of the wagon with the pipe going to the wagon sheet so that whe n it wa s stormy or cold when we can't, we could have a fire in our wago n and b e cozy. I took my knitting along and knit 3 pairs of socks whil e travelin g to Mexico. It was about a two-week trip .

When we got down to Old Mexico comments they had a custom house at La A s cension. We drove in there about 9 in the morning. We had to have our t hi ngs inspected, papers made out, and are many changed into Mexican mone y . We got to Mexican dollars for one American dollar. They had to go thr ou gh so much red tape that it took all day. We thought it would only b e a n hour or so, so Charleston take the horses off the wagon. I said i n th e wagon holding the horses line all day. The wind was blowing sand , an d a bunch of Mexicans were sitting out on a bench staring at me unti l I w anted to cry. Most of them had Factory pants, or pants made from un bleach ed muslin and large draw has, some of them were so ragged their ha ir Duc k Thru the top. I finally hung a blanket up in front of me so the y couldn 't look at me. When Charles in the inspector were through, we dr ove outsi de the town and camped. I cried and wanted to go back to Arizon a. I thoug ht if all of Mexico was like this, I did not anymore of it.

We entered another town, Carrollitoes, where we stopped and had our belo n gings inspected. We went on a little further and came to the town of Ca s a Grande's. But here we were not molested, and I gave a sigh of relief , f or this was the last Mexican town we would pass through before reachi ng t he little town of colonial Juarez. When we reach the hill going dow n int o Colonia Juarez, it look like a little Paradise. We rested a coupl e day s and went out to the Whipple Ranch about 8 miles from town. And Am elia w as living on the ranch. She moved into town and we took possession . The y branded the calves and turned out most of the cows for the winter . 

There wasn't anything to do around there to make any money. Charles ma k e trips to the mountains to get post to sell. It usually took him two d ay s to make a trip. I had to stay on the ranch alone while he was gone . I w ould sit and crochet. Since coal oil is very scarce, I would open t he en d of the stove and use that for a light. Sometimes he would get Ida , at A melia's little 12 year old girl, or 19 year old Alfred to Stay Wit h Me. T he rats was on the main travel road that went to the mountain col onies. T he country was full of Governor Tracy's Longhorn cattle and Mexi cans ridi ng the ranch all the time I was always frightened of them. Th e house onl y had one large room. In the spring Charles put a brush she d on the back , and we put are still valid and cook there.

On Sunday morning about the 26th of May, Charles went to town to bring b a ck sister Hawkins, the old-time Midwife who always came to witness th e co ming of the store, and we were looking for the arrival of the stor e in ab out 2 weeks. It took a long time to go to town.. 8 Miles and bac k wit h a heavy wagon. Either Whipple was staying with me at the time. Ch arle s have been gone about one hour when we saw six men coming with Pack s an d guns.

Ida wanted to run down in the wash and hide, but I knew that there wa s n o use for they would see us. My first thought was to pray, so that' s wha t we did. We had just finished when they had reached the house. The y cam e and tapped on the door and said something I could not understand . I ask ed my dad to come and see if she could understand them. Then the y went ou t in front of the house and took off the packs. Of course, we t hought w e were in for something, and as they each took out a bottle an d drink ou t of it, we were still more frightening. They talked back an d forth to ea ch other and finally left. Charles arrived with sister Hawk ins about tw o o clock.

On the 11th of June the stork arrived with a baby girl. It had a hard ti m e getting here, but we were surely happy after it was all over, for w e ha d waited for about 4 years. When she was 10 years old brother a. F . McDon ald blessed her, and named her Jeannie May, her daddy was very pr oud of h er and when any of his friends came that way he always brought t hem in t o see his baby, the only baby in the world.

Id's mother, Aunt Amelia, sent for Ida to come home because she and Alfr e d were sick. They have malaria fever. There was a lady taking care of t he m. She gave them each a dose of quinine, and in a few minutes they wer e b oth terribly sick. She had no idea what was the matter with them. Alf re d soon died and Aunt Amelia died about 1 hour after Alfred. People tho ugh t they must have been poisoned. Alfred and out and Amelia were burie d i n one grave.

The quinine was analyzed later and found that it had been put in a bott l e that had previously contain strychnine.

The next summer there was a drought, the cattle died all over the rang e . The water almost dried up, so when the poor cows came into the sprin g f or water, we would take a quart cup and strip a little milk for the b aby . We couldn't keep up the cattle because we had no feed. We had a fe w bac on rind save that we could cook in our beans. We didn't have any fr uit, h ardly anyone had any. We hadn't got around to putting up fruit yet , onl y drying it. This year the price on fruit was too high to buy much . We co uldn't get things like that in the store at that time because i f they shi pped it in, there was so much Duty on it that people couldn' t afford to b uy it.

This Summer Charles got a little work Gathering some kind of bark that t h ey used in the Tannery. He would gather a load and haul it to town. Th e s econd year we where on this Ranch there was a terrible drought. Man y of o ur cattle died, and the cows were too poor to milk although someti mes we' d would catch a cow and milk her.

One morning we performed an operation on a cow. She came up in the eveni n g with a bump on her side as large as my fist. Charles thought maybe i t w as festered so he stuck the little blade of his pocket knife into i t bu t nothing came out she went and laid down in the Corral. In the morn ing C harles came in and said, come out and help me operate on Old Poley . Ge t a bucket of warm water and some twine and a needle, thread, and sc issor s. When I got out there, I saw that Charles had a large dish pan fu ll o f her entrails laying out on the ground. I wash them off and Charle s stuc k them through that little hole that was no larger than a dollar . He woul d poke a while and burst them and I would tie them up with th e cotton yar n and rinse them off and charleswood go on putting them in . Then I sold h er up. We pulled and tugged until we got her up, then sh e wouldn't move o ut of her tracks for 3 days. We held water up to her, a nd at first she wo uldn't take a swallow and tell about the second day. W e tried to get he r to eat a little hey, but not until after the third da y would she take i t by. About the fourth day she walked off. She lived a nd had a calf, so w e thought we were pretty good doctors.

We had a Mexican girl living with us for about 18 months. She could ta l k English, and so she was able to teach a Spanish.

I had to make all my husband's clothes including overalls, shirts, under w ear, socks. I also need stockings for baby Jenny and made her and my cl ot hes. The first pair of overalls I made, I just use another pair fo r a pat tern. They were a trifle too small, in fact he could hardly been , but w e could not afford to throw them away.

We always kept pigs on the ranch, and I save the bacon rinds and scrap s o f fat to make soap with.

The next year there was a lot of rain, and the grass was so pretty tha t i t looked like a grain field all over the flat. We were milking abou t 35 c ows and had Sam and Alice Hawkins working for us. We mande chees e and but ter and were just getting along fine when we were told to mov e to town. T here was a rumor that the Apache Indians were in the country . We were doi ng so well that we thought we would take a chance and not m ove in to town .

Just a few days after that, during the night we heard a horse tromping a r ound the house. Charles go up to see what it was. It was a horse, all r ig ht, with a saddle and bridle on it. It must have thrown someone off an d j ust wondered to our place. Charles tied it up to the wagon and came b ac k to bed, but we couldn’t go to sleep anymore. We just laid awake talk in g and wondering if it could be an Indian horse. We waited until daylig ht , then Charles went out to look at it. He knew right away that the Ind ian s had had it. It was a horse that belonged in town. The force had o n a U. S. Government saddle and rawhide shoes. We thought maybe it had go tten aw ay from them up in the mountain and wandered down .

Charles took the saddle off and staked the horse out on the flat, then w e nt out after a bunch of calves. Sam went out another direction across t h e wash for some more calves. Just before the sun was up I stepped to t h e door to see if I could see them coming with the calves. I was just i n t ime to see an Indian throwing his rope on our riding horse. There wer e th ree of our horses out on the flat in the same direction as the hors e Char les had staked out. The Indian didn’t stop to take off the bobble s unti l he had run a lon way with the horse. Charles didn’t see him unti l he ha d taken off the bobbles. I just rung my hands in fear that the In dian wou ld shoot Charles.

As soon as Charles saw the Indian he started to run for the house; and j u st after he go in, Sam came running in and said he saw three Indians o u t and when on of their horses go away, it left one without a horse. W e ha ve an idea that they had planned some mischief, but when their hors e wa s gone their plans were wrecked. Sam go on a horse and went to tow n to fi ve the news.

We thought they would leave now and not come back. The next night we hea r d a horseman coming on the lope. Charles jumped up and grabbed his gu n an d was ready for an attack when a man called out, and we knew it wasn ’t In dians. He told us that the Apache Indians had killed the Thompson f amil y at Cave Valley, and he rode on to give the word. We could not slee p an y more. Charles go up at day break, and as soon as it was light enou gh t o see, he too his gun and scouted around to see if there were any In dian s lurking around. He couldn’t see any Indians so he went after the c alves . He had got out quite a little way when he saw two horsemen comin g ove r a r4ise, and of course, he thought they were Indians. He starte d to ru n for the house, but when he saw he could not make it in time, h e ran fo r the head of the was thinking he could head them off from the h ouse. B y the time he got there, he could see it was not Indians. These m en broug ht the correct word about the killings.

There was the mother and little sever-year-old Annie and two grown boy s s taying at home while the father was away from home. The two boys ha d bee n down and milked the cows and were coming up to the house; when th e Indi ans who had hidden behind some pine trees, shot both of them. The y fell i n the path. It was supposed that the mother came to the door t o see wha t the shooting was about, so they shot her and then came down t o the hous e. Little Annie was alone with the Indians. Her mother was no t dead. Th e Indians were hurting her mother, and Annie was hitting the m with her bo nnet and telling them to leave her mother alone. They finis hed killing he r, but did not hurt Annie.

The Indians were busy hunting provisions, and Annie was out in the yar d . One of her brothers was not dead and beckoned for her to come to him . H e told her to go quick and hide in the chicken coop, or the Indians w oul d take her. Then he watched for his chance and crawled to the chicke n coo p. When the Indians came out and found Annie and one of the boys go ne, th ey got on their horses and rode away. It was thought that they ha d intend ed taking Annie; and on missing her and the boy, supposed they h ad gone f or help. After the Indians left, Elmer, Annie's brother, told h er to go f or help. It was one mile through the timbers to where they cou ld get help . It must have taken a lot of courage for Annie to go alone t hrough the t imber. Elmer was sent to El Paso to be taken care of, and h e soon recover ed.

After hearing this news from the men, we prepared to move in to town. Ed s on Whipple had built a new brick house, so we moved into the old one. T h e following January, the stork visited us with another girl. We calle d he r Pearl.

We had bought us a lot in town while we lived on the ranch and plante d a n orchard on it. We traded our place in town for a place up the rive r abo ut three miles. This place also had an orchard on it. There was n o hous e though, so we moved about one-half mile above it in a little lum ber roo m that had been used to make cheese in the summer before. Here w e had a p lace for our cows. We bought brick and began to work on the hou se. In th e spring, we brought the cows up and began making butter. I alw ays my goo d sales with my butter. I was awarded first prize at the fai r for the bes t butter on the market. I made butter and shipped it to Mex ico City. Ther e was a good cellar here that I kept my milk in. The lumbe r room that w e were camping in was only covered with boards and had a di rt floor. Whe n it rained, the room leaked, and we had to roll up our bed s and set ou t pans to catch the rain.

In May Father Whipple died: and at that time Pearl was very sick, an d I c ould not leave her to go to the funeral. Later I contracted rheumat ism b y being on the damp floor after the rains. I was bedfast for some w eeks . I could not straighten out my legs or even get out of be to have m y be d made. One day I got down-hearted and discouraged over my condition . Cha rles had tried that day to get me out of bed so he could make it. H e too k hold of my legs and tried to turn them around so he might get m e out. T he pain was so bad I told him to get someone to administer to me . He wen t and go Bishop Severy. Charles anointed me and Bishop Sevey adm inistere d to me. After they were through, the Bishop sat down by my be d and was t alking to me. While he was talking, my legs straightened ou t in bed, an d the pain was gone. I told them I was well. I got out of b e the next da y and began to get around, and the pain didn't ever come ba ck .

We had neighbors all around us—Bishop Sevey on one side and James Dart e n on the other. There were five families living on their farms close t o u s. When Christmas came, we had a neighborhood Christmas tree. When i t beg an to get cold, our closest neighbor moved to town, so we moved i n the ho use they had lived in and were very comfortable for the winter . They wer e still working on our house, and I was happy to see the progr ess. It wa s a four-room brick house with a porch on the front. It was ab out finishe d by May, so we moved in it. I was as happy as a queen, for i t was the on ly real home I had ever had.

We were having the painting done after we moved in. About the latter pa r t of September it began to rain and kept raining for several days, an d th e river kept rising. I began to get quite worried, because there wa s no b ridge across the river to get to town; and we were looking for th e stor k again in a few days. Charles came in later in the evening and sa id tha t if the stork stayed away for another day, the river would be dow n enoug h so that he could get the boat and cross to bring the doctor. Bu t, the s tork couldn't wait, and our son Charles Hansen arrived at thre e 0'clock t he next morning with just the neighbors present; but everythi ng went alon g fine.

By December we had the house all painted and fixed up, and we wanted t o h ave it dedicated. We planned having a dinner, inviting a few friends , o n this occasion. I cooked all day the day before the dinner so tha t I wou ld no have so much to do on that day. We invited some of the me n that ha d worked on our house and their wives. We also invited Patriarc h W E. Sto well and his wife and Apostle Teasdale and his wife. Apostle T easdale ded icated the house and Patriarch Stowell gave us each a blessin g. We serve d dinner about three o’clock in the afternoon. After dinner w e all got re ady and went to town for a Christmas Eve program .

Charles and I were real lovers. He was so proud of our children and pro u d of me. He always wanted us to look just so. He liked to see the hous e w ell-kept and was a great hand to entertain. The young folks liked t o com e to our home. Sometimes a wagon-load of young folks would come, an d we w ould cook supper and have a party for them.

We usually went to Sunday School and Church but didn’t get out to Mutu a l and things at night very much, because we always had a lot of cows t o m ilk and chores to do; and we usually didn’t get through in time. It t oo k a long time to get the horses and harness them up and drive three mi le s over rough road. When ever I tried to go to Relief Society I usuall y ha d to drive the team and hold the baby on my lap.

One day I was going to town to Relief Society, and I had a large two-gal l on bucket of eggs to take to the store. I was quite hot, and I tried t o h old the parasol over the baby w it h one hand and drive with the other. I came to a little hill to go dow n a nd had to put on the brake. I tried to steady the bucket of eggs wit h m y feet, but my feet slipped off and the bucket of eggs turned over . I ha d scrambled eggs all over the wagon .

Time rolled on and changes came along. My husband tried to convert m e t o his marring another wife. I told him that I believed in the princip le , but I didn’t believe that I could live it. He finally go me converte d t o believing I could, and I gave my consent. Talk about schooling one s fee ling—I believe it was trial for the three of us. Mary wanted to liv e unde r the same roof, bu I felt like that would be more that I could st and. Sh e insisted, so I consented. We built another room on a porch on o ur house . Mary had her own room, but we cooked and ate together. About t his time , another son was added to our family. We called him Edson afte r his gran dfather Whipple.

One year after their marriage, Mary gave birth to a son, John. We someti m es had little feeling, but we didn’t ever have any words. I will say th a t Charles was an honorable man and tried to do the right thing by bot h o f us. If he could see that we might not be feeling so good towards ea ch o ther, he would try to find out what the trouble was and get things s traig htened out so that we would have better feelings. Mary lived with m e fo r two years, then Charles bought her a place in town; but his work w as mo stly on the ranch.

Charles made a trip over to Sonora Country one fall with a load of apple s , and they brought him back sick. The doctor pronounced it appendiciti s a nd said he would have to have an operation. In those days operation s wer e not so prevalent, and we just hated to consent to having an opera tion . So he went on for several months, not feeling well any of the time . W e finally decided he had better go to Salt Lak City and have an opera tion . He came back feeling well. Everything went along smoothly for a sh ort t ime, then he took cold in his head and had a gathering in his head . Afte r three weeks of terrible suffering, the gathering broke; and hi s ear ra n for months until it looked like everything in his head would r un out. H e went out to El Paso to a doctor. The doctor gave him some med icine to u se. He go so weak that he would almost reel when he go up to w alk. Afte r about six months he began to get better.

On November 10 a daughter was added t6o our family. We named her Cleah . W hen Cleah was about four months old, they were having a Seventy’s par ty a t the church house, and we were going to go. We went to town to ge t Mary . It was a very dark night. Mary and I were sitting on the sprin g seat , each holding a baby on our lap. Charles stood up in the front dr iving t he team. It was so dark we couldn’t see anything, and we were goi ng o n a good trot when we ran into another team coming our way. It pitch ed Ch arles out straddling the wagon tongue, and I was hanging over the f ront e nd gate of the wagon, clinging on to my baby by wraps or blankets . Charle s was calling, “Whoa, whoa,” but the horsed didn’t stop until th ey tune d around and ran into a tree. Neither of us could get up until th e horse s stopped, but no great damage was done—just a little excitement . We brus hed up and went on to the party.

In those days, everybody took their babies to the dances. We would tak e s ome of the long benches and turn them against the wall in a side roo m an d make beds on them and put the babies to bed. We used to have goo d time s just the same.

When we went to Sunday School, we usually loaded all we could get in t h e wagon—our family and the neighbors children. Lots of times Charles wo ul d give up his seat to the ladies, and he would stand and drive or si t o n the dashboard. He would crowd one more in a long as he could squee ze t hem in.

In the summer of 1900, Mother Whipple came up to live with us and stay e d with us until March, 1901, when she went to visit her daughter, Wallr od e Bilby, in Thatcher, Arizona. She died there in July of the same year .

My father came down to Mexico in December 1900 and stayed with us a coup l e of months. He liked the country, so in March of the same year, my6 mo th er, and Gus and May, my brother and sister, came down. My brother, Nie ls , came to bring them down. Mother was sick and had been sick for som e tim e. They all stayed with us until Father rented a place in town .

Mother didn’t get any better and was in bed most of the time. Sometime s s he would have a bad spell, and we wouldn't have been surprised is sh e ha d passed away. Father was working at the mason trade there in Coloni a Jua rez.

He came home from work one night and went out and looked after his bee s . Then he came in and helped May get supper, for she was only twelve ye ar s old. About two O’clock in the morning he took sick with a pain in h i s breast. He had been troubled with it for years. He had been kicked i n h is chest by a mule years before. This time it go worse, and he died a bou t eight o’clock in the morning. Just before he died, he sat down o n a cha ir by the side of Mother’s bed and asked my brother, Gus, to ge t his guit ar and play a tune. When he had finished the first tune, Fathe r said, “No w play my favorite.” Gus played it, but before he was thought , father str aightened back and passed away. This was on the 2nd day of A ugust, 1901 . In September, mother, Gus and May went back to Woodland o r Lakeside

In February 1903 there was another son born to us, Clyde Anthony,. The l a st name was in honor of Anthony Ivans. He was dearly beloved man and al s o the President of the Juarez Stake at the time. There were several o f th e Apostles living there at that time, and our country was prosperou s an d growing with lots of fine homes being built .

One December morning we saw a white-topped buggy coming up the road. Cha r les said, “We are going to have, company today.” They had stopped at t h e gate and had told Charles that they would drive up the river a wa y a wo uld be back. Charles thought they were going to stay for dinner. I t was a bout eleven o’clock then. In a few minutes they returned and in c ame Apos tle Taylor and his wife, President Bentley and his wife, Siste r Woodruff , and some others. They took off their overcoats and overshoes . After tal king to them a while, I asked them to excuse me and I would g o into the k itchen and get dinner. Apostle Taylor said, “I'll come in an d help you. ’ He insisted on peeling the potatoes. When he had finished t hem, I tol d him to go on in and visit with the other folks. I felt mor e comfortabl e when he wasn’t there to watch me. I had plenty of bottle d fruit and som e met, and I happened to have a pie baked. I made cram bi scuits, and I so on had dinner ready. After dinner, Sister Woodruff playe d the organ and w e all sang and had a lovely time.

The next Sunday, Apostle Taylor spoke in Church, and he told about the d i nner they had out at our ranch and the lovely biscuits. Our ranch was j us t a nice ride out of town, and we often had some of the “dignitaries ” a s we called them.

Toward Spring, there was another bunch that came out to spend the day: A p ostle Teasdale and his last wife (his other two had died), Sister Woodr uf f (Apostle Woodruff’s last wife), and Apostle Taylor’s two last wives , Rh oda and Rosie. In the afternoon we were all gathered at the organ si gnin g whena boy rode up., He handed Brother Teasdale a telegram tellin g abou t Apostle Woodruff’s death with smallpox in the city of Mexico. Th at ende d the party.

Charlie had begun shipping fruit to different places in Mexico and El Pa s o. This gave him a lot of experience. ,

In the spring of 1905 Charles came in with a letter from Box B. We all k n ew what that meant. He opened it, read it, and said, “What shall I d o ? I have a call to go on a mission,. Shall I take it?’ We wouldn’t thi n k of letting him turn it down., He wondered what we would do without h i m with our big family. I told him we would get along all right. He wro t e to headquarters and asked for a few months to get ready. They told h i m he could wait until his fruit crop was picked and then straighten u p hi s affairs. To top it all off, I was in a delicate condition expectin g a v isit from the stork about the middle of January. He wrote and aske d to st ay until I had had the baby. That was granted. On January 14, 190 6 August us was born.

The two older girls, Jennie and Pearl, were staying in town going to sch o ol. Jennie was staying at Brig Pierce’s place, and Pearl was staying a t A postle Taylor’s. Apostle Taylor had come out to our place in the fal l bef ore school started and asked if Pearl could come and stay with them . The y wanted to take our organ so they could take lessons and said the y woul d give Pearl lessons too. While she was staying there, Brother Tay lor go t up I Church one day and told how he always called on all of hi s famil y to take their turn in family prayer and how Pearl would take he r turn w ith the rest of the family. Pearl was fourteen years old the. H e said tha t if everybody would pray for the President of the Church an d the Apostle s, none of them would go wrong.

Charles was sent on his mission from the 99th Quorum of Seventy to the C e ntral States Mission on January 21, 1906 being wet apart by an Apostle , G eorge Teasdale. Charles left for his mission while I was still in be d wit h my eight-day-old baby. As soon as I was well, I started to take u p sewi ng, making dresses, etc. The two boys, Charley and Edson, were ele ven an d nine years old when their Daddy left to go on his mission. Jenni e was s ixteen, Pearl fourteen, Cleah six, and Clyde three. That made sev en in al l.

In the spring, the little boys plowed and planted an acre of corn and pl o wed the garden. The girls and I made the furrows and planted the garde n . Jennie and Charley went to Casas Grandes sometimes, which was a dista nc e of Twelve miles, with fruit to sell.

One time one of the horses go sick, and they had to stay all night in Ca s a Grandes. I worried myself sick every time they had to go, but the fru i t had to be sold. In the winter, Charley and Edson had to walk to scho o l a lot of the time. Daddy had bought a pony for Charley; and they rod e i t part of the time which was a worry to me, because the river was u p so m uch of the time. More then once they came home and had swam the ho rse par t of the way across the river. Charley, Jr. was so daring that no thing ev er frightened him. They had to cross the swinging bridge on foo t sometime s.

We used to take a trip every fall, and sometimes in the spring, to El Pa s o to fit the family with clothes. Sometimes we would take two or thre e o f the children along to ware the clothes back, because there was dut y t o pay on new clothes.

The fall after Charles left for his mission, I was planning to go to E l P aso. The train ran from Dublan every other day out to Ciudad Jaurez . Tha t was on the Mexican line close to El Paso, a distance of about 17 5 miles . It took most of the day to get there, because the train ran s o slowly . Then you had to take the street car or hire a hack to take yo u over t o El Paso.

Sister Sevey was going to go with me this trip. She was there waitin g t o go. When she went to cross the big ditch in back of our house, sh e slip ped on the bridge and go wet. She came in and had to send back hom e for d ry clothes. She was carrying her money crapped in a handkerchie f in her s tocking, so then it go wet. She dried it in front of the fire . In her hur ry in getting ready she put her glasses, or “specks” as sh e called them , in her stocking and the money in a small satchel and pu t it under the s eat that we sat on in the train. The train was full of M exicans. When sh e went to get her glasses out of the stocking, she reall y laughed at wha t she had done.

Sister Sevey did not have a suitcase to put her goods in that she bough t , so she carried them in two sacks. We undertook to take the streetca r ov er to Ciudad Juarez. I guess we looked rather suspicious, because th ey ma de us get6 off at ta custom house. They took our things and told u s to g o in a room to be searched. Sister Sevey weighted about two hundre d and f ifty pounds. I guess they thought she was smuggling something. Th e lady w as very nice. She just felt all over us and did not make us undr ess. Th e other custom officers looked through our things and we had to p ay som e duty; but we were very thankful to get away from there.

Things went along pretty well the first year of Charles’ mission. We a l l kept well and got along financially. The second year is when troubl e be gan. On this trip out to El Paso with Sister Sevey Cleah had been ex pose d to the measles. Ten days after we go home, she came down with them . Jen nie was the only one that had had them before. She had them when sh e wa s small, the time that she was staying with her grandmother and goin g t o school. So, all the rest of us were exposed to them from Cleah. I h adn’ t even had them myself. Cleah had a bad case of them; and when the r est o f the family began coming down with them, I did not feel much lik e takin g care of them. But, I wouldn’t give up until I got so sick tha t I had t o go to bed. Someone went for the doctor, but he had gone to Ca lifornia ; and the nurse was sick in bed. Aunt Mary came up and brought h er thre e children. Jennie and they took care of all of us.

I was too sick to realize anything about the children. They worked wit h m e for three or four days to get the measles out on me. When the measl es f inally broke out, I began to get better. Baby Gus had an awful cough ; an d while we were all sick, he had to be weaned, because I was too sic k t o nurse him. That made it doubly hard on him. The rest of the childre n go t along fine, and all of us came through all right.

Then in two weeks, Aunt Mary’s three children came down with the measle s . When Charley and Edson started to school again, they caught the whoop in g cough and brought it home. So, all of my children and Aunt Mary’s ha d t he whooping cough. May stayed on the ranch with me about three month s unt il all of the children were well. Then in the spring, baby Augustu s too k pneumonia and almost died.

In the beginning of the summer they started a cannery. The fruit crop w a s pretty good, and we disposed of a lot of it to the cannery.

The people in our Mexico colonies had become quite self supporting. We h a d a tannery that made our own leather, a shoe shop that made our own sh oe s, and a harness and saddle shop. We also had a furniture shop that ma d e all of our furniture, doors and windows, and a carpet loom that mad e ho memade carpet out of rags. I sewed enough rags for two good-sized ca rpets . I always had my knitting or crochet work handy so that if a neigh bor ca lled in for a few minutes, I would not be idle. If we had lace o n anythin g, we usually made it. I always trimmed my baby clothes, pillo w cases, an d the girls’ petticoats with lace.

In the fall of the same year, I was getting ready to go to town to do so m e shopping. Charley, Jr. and Edson harnessed up the horses, and I was g oi ng to take the boys to school. We had good schools. I was taking a lar g e bucket of butter and a bucket of eggs to sell. Charley was driving, a n d I sat in the spring seat with him and held the baby on my lap. Edson , C leah and Clyde were in the back of the wagon on a quilt, watching th e but ter and eggs. We got about two-thirds of the way to town when the h orse s started to run away. Charley put on the brake and tried to hold th em bu t he could not stop them. I was afraid the baby would be thrown of f my la p, so I handed him to Cleah in the back of the wagon. I took hol d of th e lines, thinking maybe I could hold them, but I could not. The n I discov ered the cause for the runaway. One of the horses’ bridles ha d slipped of f onto the horses neck, and we couldn’t guide the. About tha t time I fel t myself slipping. I didn’t know when I hit the ground, bu t when I came t o I heard Charley crying, “I am killed. I am killed.” H e was lying abou t five feet from me, and I could see some of the other c hildren strung al ong the road. I tried to get up but could not, and ever ything before me w ent black. When Charley saw that I could not get up, h e got up and came t o me. He picked up one of the buckets that we had bro ught eggs in and wen t down to the river and brought some water to wet m y head. The river ra n along the side of the dugway. I tried again to ge t up but couldn’t. A s soon as I tried to raise my head, everything woul d go black.

By the time, Clea, it's in, and Clyde got up and came to me. It's in a n d Clyde had a gash in their head and we're bloody and dirty. Cleo didn ' t have any Cuts, but was bruised. Charlie was bruised pretty badly, bu t n o one had any bones broken. They had all been stunned for a while. W e cou ldn't see the baby any place. The wagon was turned bottom side up a t th e end of the dugway where the horses had stopped, and I went down t o look . The spring seat was lying between us. They turned over the wago n whic h have been bottom side up, and they're laid the baby. He must hav e bee n stunned, because he wasn't making any noise. When they picked hi m up, h e was apparently all right.

I couldn't understand how it all happened like it did without killing so m e of us and how the children were all thrown out of the wagon befor e I wa s. Even Charlie, who was on the seat beside me, was thrown out bef ore I w as, and the other three were way back on the road. They must hav e been th rown so quickly, and I was thankful that we were all alive. I d idn't real ize then how badly I was hurt.

Edson, my little 10 year old boy, went down to where the horses and wag o n were and took one of the horses out of the harnesses and road to tow n f or help. Charlie stayed with me and the other children. He seem to re aliz e my condition more than the others. It's and found Bridge Pierce, a nd br other Pierce got Ernest truly. They put a card in their wagon and c ame af ter us.

On arriving to where we were, they put the cot on the ground beside me , a nd the two men Lifted Me on the cot. Everything went black before me , an d I didn't realize anything for a few minutes. As there wasn't a hos pita l or doctor in our town, Bridge Pierce said that he would take me t o hi s place. They said, we have more room than you, and we can take car e of h er and the children. They took care of the children's wounds and w anted t o send to Casey Grandy's for the doctor. I didn't want the doctor , becaus e I didn't like him, and I didn't have any faith that the docto r could d o me any good I told them to send for Apostle Cowley, and Apost le Taylo r was not at home.

Apostle Kelly came and brought another Elder with him, and the anointe d m e with oil and administered to me. I felt that I was going to be heal ed , although I had no use of my body from my waist down. I believe tha t I c ould be healed through faith and prayers. I could not be moved of f my bac k for days. Some of the people insisted on sending for the docto r, bu t I told him that the doctor couldn't do me any good. I told them j ust t o pray for me and have the elders come.

Rodent and Roxy Taylor surely worked Faithfully with me. Thanks I wash e d my body with oil and would kneel down and pray for me. I told Jenn y t o write to her daddy but not to tell him how badly I was hurt, becau s e I didn't want him to worry about me. But he got the town paper, an d h e said he just walked the floor and expected everyday to get a telegr am t o come home.

I never saw more charitable people than Apostle Taylor's folks. They to o k me and my family to their home and cared for us. Jenny was staying a t B ridge pierces, because they had her come there to stay. She and pear l hel ped with the children and the work.

In about 3 weeks I got so I could be raised up in bed and can turn o n m y side. Then I began to worry about my home and everything. The boy s ha d turned out the cows and calves and had the neighbors look after th e pig s and chickens. I talked it over with the Taylor women and told the m i f I could be taken home, the boys and girls could be there to pick th e fr uit and take care of things, and I would feel better about it. The y talke d it over with some of the folks and decided that if they could g et a nur se to take care of me, they would let me go home. Finally, the d ay came f or me to go home. They hired Grandma Hardy to go and take car e of me unti l I was able to get up and wait on myself. The Taylor's woul dn't take a t hing for what they had done for me.

I had to keep the children out of school until the fruit and corn was ga t hered. By the time everything was done,I was able to take care of mysel f . Jenny and pearl went back to their boarding places, and the boys wan t t o school a lot of the time. They had to get up early to milk their co ws a nd feed the pigs. They usually walk 3 miles to school.

When I get ready to go to town again, I was so scared of a horse, that e v ery time they switched their tail, I thought they were going to run awa y . Charlie was a High Life little fellow and like to crack the whip an d ma ke the horses run. I didn't enjoy sitting behind the horses when the y wer e running. I felt like I couldn't live out on the ranch and go bac k and f orth like I had done, so I found a house that I could rent quit e reasonab ly and we moved into town. Then I had all my children at home . Now they c ould attend primary and mutual as well as school. We took ou r chickens an d pigs and a couple of cows. It was such a pleasure to hav e the childre n all home, and they could get to school without such an ef fort now. Some times they were late in spite of all I could do. And the n sometimes the y would get discouraged and play truant.

Now the time began to draw near when Daddy would be home, and shortly af t er we receive the letter telling about his release. He arrived home ju s t two years from the time he left, the middle of January 1908. Oh, wh a t a happy meeting. When we drove up to the house after picking him up , Je nny was standing in the door and he asked who she was. He didn't kno w he r because she had grown so much. He said it made him have a funny fe elin g not to know his own daughter. She had grown to be a young lady whi le h e was gone.

After a week or so, he began to make preparations to go back to the ranc h . I suggested that he take married to the ranch for a change and tha t I b elieve I had served my term out on the ranch. Of course, I knew tha t he w ould have to spend most of his time out there, as he always had do ne, bu t I had schooled my feelings until I was able to take the situatio n. Mar y hardly like the idea of going to the ranch, but she did. John st ayed i n town with me and went to school. I moved into Mary's house. Mar y staye d on the ranch one year. They would have moved into town and ren t a plac e each winter.

The next summer after Charles return from his mission oh, he started t o b uild a house for me. The men were working on the foundation, and he w as h auling the material and putting it on the ground. Daddy was very luc ky an d taking up his old job that he had before he left to go on his mis sion . This job was shipping fruit. He would buy it and sell our own. Eve rythi ng in town just seemed to Boom. So many new homes were being built , som e of them almost mansions, and we partook of The Same Spirit.

In February of 1909 a baby girl was born to us. She was born on Valentin e 's Day, and we called her Marva. When the house began to grow, one of d ad dy's friends came along and said, well, Charles, I am afraid you hav e bit ten off mor

Anna married Charles Whipple on 12 Oct 1886 in Apache, Cochise, Arizona, United States. Charles (son of Edson Whipple and Harriet Yeager) was born on 9 Sep 1863 in Provo, Utah, Utah, United States; died on 13 Apr 1919 in Holbrook, Navajo, Arizona, United States; was buried on 15 Apr 1919 in RV Mike Ramsay Memorial Cemetery, Snowflake, Navajo, Arizona, United States. [Group Sheet] [Family Chart]

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Mary married Ephriam Penrod on 2 Nov 1892 in Pinetop, Navajo, Arizona, United States. Ephriam (son of William Lewis Penrod and Polly Ann Young) was born on 17 Sep 1866 in Payson, Utah, Utah, United States; died on 10 May 1935 in Pinetop, Navajo, Arizona, United States; was buried on 16 May 1935 in Pinetop Cemetery, Navajo, Arizona, United States. [Group Sheet] [Family Chart]

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Augustus Hansen
(Taken from his diary and compiled by Lydia Hansen)

I Augustus Hansen, son of Hans Hansen Sr. and Mary Adsersen was born 2 3 A ugust 1884 at Adair, Arizona. The midwife that took care of my mothe r a t that time was Sr. Eliza Merrell, wife of Alonzo J. Merrell. I was b or n in the house that father built in Fools Hallow, about 2 miles up th e ha llow from the Showlow creek. I was christened by my father.
The first Sunday School teacher that I can remember was grandfather Hen r y Mills. I remember him teaching me the A,B,C’s and pulling my ear i f I d id not remember the letter O, so that I would have to say O.
My first school experiences there were great as they are for any small c h ild. My first school teacher was a man named Kentner who taught the met ho d of phonics of sound in spelling. I was considered the best speller i n s chool at that time. We used to have spelling classes when all the pup il s in school would stand up and the best speller would go to the head o f t he class as a pupil misspelled a word.
One day at school a cavalry of soldiers from Ft. Apache came by and th e t eacher allowed us to go out and watch them. One of the boys found a c ut o f Old Climax tobacco which the soldiers had lost. At recess the boy s al l sampled it to see what it tasted like. As soon as the recess too k up w e had reading class and all stood up to read. I well remember how , whe n I stood up the house began going around, a result of the tobacco . I wa s so sick that the teacher thought I was going to die and so di d I – I le ft my breakfast on the floor.
At about seven years old I wanted to learn to ride a house on a lope . I h ad several playmates who could do it and to me it would be a grea t accomp lishment. I also wanted to get big enough to reach on top the ma ntel piec e. I wanted to learn to guide a team with the lines and mil k a cow.
The only store that was in Adair was run by Jesse Brady. He kept it a n d a forage station for the mail horse. I loved to go to the store eve n i f I couldn’t buy anything; everything smelled so good. They had big w oode n buckets of stick candy that smelled so good, especially the horeho und . I liked the smell of the new boots and the calico had a good smel l too.
School changed places and they had it at the Hunning ranch. We childre n w alked to school and I liked the walk because we would see the fine ho rse s in the Hunning pasture. I remember the names of two of the big stal lion s. Lex and Tassio. Some of the children that went to school there we re th e adopted children of the Hunnings. Will and Frank Adams and thei r siste r Louise. Hunnings also had a store that I liked to go to. The tr ees arou nd their place were always filled with birds that sang, especial ly I like d to hear the blackbirds sing.
My travels were few. I went to Snowflake with my folks and to Ft. Apach e . My father was a mason and builder and he built most of the old rock h ou ses in Ft. Apache. I loved to go there and see the negro soldiers pla y fo otball, and see the stables that were filled with fine cavalry horse s.
About the year 91 we moved from Fools Hallow to the Warren ranch wes t o f Pinetop, what is now the John Adair homestead. I had to herd cows a nd h unt horses while we lived there. One day my sister Cena and I went t o fin d the team as they were badly needed and we had a hard time findin g them . We decided that we would pray about it and so we knelt down an d ask th e Lord to help us. After we finished praying we got up and wen t straigh t for home, not knowing why. When we arrived home we found tha t the horse s had come home and we were grateful for the answer to our pr ayer. I am g rateful for the example that my parents set before me to pra y. My fathe r was a firm believer in prayer and I can never remember hi m not prayin g morning and evening no matter where he was or who was ther e. I loved t o hear him talk to the Lord. He was just as faithful at aski ng the blessi ngs of the Lord on the food.
While we were living at the Warren ranch there was a conference held f o r the hour stakes in Arizona. (I suppose that they were Snowflake, St . Jo hns, Maricopa, and the stake in the Gila Valley.) There was no hous e larg e enough to accommodate the crowd so a bowery was built at Pinetop . Osme r D. Flake was in charge of the clearing of the land and buildin g the bow ery. The lumber was sawed for the bowery on the John Hall mil l which wa s originally the mill that sawed the lumber for the St. Georg e temple. W e children worked for Flake and he gave us paper cap pistol s and tin plat es with the alphabet around the edge. (I copied this fro m Lorenzo H. Hatc h journal who was one of the stake presidencies at tha t time.) The confer ence was held July 10203. Pres. Geo. Q. Cannon, Jos . F. Smith, Ger. Reyno ls and a reporter were from Salt Lake. A large ass embly of people were pr esent. We had a splendid time on Sunday. Monday t he 4th of July we celebr ated. Tuesday held conference again and the Pres idency shook hands with e very man woman and child. In the afternoon we w ere instructed on politica l matters. At this celebration one of Hunning’ s fine horses was stolen an d taken into Old Mexico.
Horse stealing at that time was very prevalent as well as cow rustling a l l over the country. Father lost most of his cattle one winter. This wa s a bout the time the famous Pleasant Valley war among the cattlemen wa s goin g on.
My brother Andrew and I had to herd cows and we had a little yellow ma r e that we used to herd them on. It was my delight to lead her around wh er e the good patches of grass were so she could eat. She liked a littl e yel low flower and I always liked the smell of her breath after she ha d eate n it. I still like the smell of a horses breath and the smell of t he litt le yellow flower.
At this age I had great fear of the things that I would hear the older p e ople talk about. I thought that most Indians were killers because of t h e stories told of the Apache Kid. The talk of wars and the diseases li k e diphtheria and St. Vitus and others were terrible things in my fears . O ne cold winter day father and mother were gone and my sister and I we re a t home alone and an Indian and his wife came to the house to get war m. W e piled chairs and tables against the door so they could not get in . The y were friendly but how were we to know.
About the spring of 1892 we moved from the Warren ranch to Woodland, wh a t was then known as Fairview or Hogtown. Father bought a squatters rig h t from Mary Stock and paid him 20 head of cattle for it. It had onl y a sh ack on it so father started to build a house of logs.
I was eight years old and when the house was up to the square, father g o t down off it and took me and Mable Stock Seymore to the creek and bapt iz ed us. I will never forget the place or the feeling that I had whe n I wa s baptized and confirmed. My father was bishop at the time. The pe ople wh o lived in Woodland at the time we moved there were all young – E lex McCl eve, Joe Stock, Ab Crandell and John Marvin. Hans also lived the re .
The name Woodland was suggested by Pres. Jesse N. Smith who was then pre s ident of the Snowflake stake. As they walked with father and other me n th ey ask what shall we call the place and he suggested the name Woodla nd.
My associates were more numerous and varied, some good and some not so g o od. The bad ones seemed to be more interesting to me than the good one s . I wonder now how I got by as well as I did with the pals I had. I kn o w that it was the faith and prayers and good example of my good parent s a nd the teachings that I received in Sunday School. My school teacher s wer e a help to me also.
The years from 7 to 12 were my school years with a variety of teachers , s ome who knew the workings of a boy’s mind and some who taught just fo r th e money. It wasn’t my intention to learn anything in particular. I l ike d English, spelling, geography, history and physiology but had no us e fo r arithmetic or music. I liked reading and some of my favorite stori es i n the readers were “The Stagg:, “When Guy and Freddie went to the Gr ist a nd Sawmill”, and Faithful Fido.” (Appelton’s readers) I liked histo ry bec ause it told how men became big men. I liked geography best when t he teac her took us to the creek and showed us what islands, capes and gu lfs were . One teacher especially knew how to get kids to school and on t ime. Eac h morning and noon she would read a chapter from the books Blac k Beauty o r Pegasis the Winged Horse. One has to get the interest of th e pupils bef ore they can teach. In those days one teacher would teach al l the grades.
My dad was a hard working man and a good provider for those days. My mot h er was a good cook and a natural dressmaker, her father in Denmark w a s a tailor. I have known her to buy material in the morning and be wear in g the dress in the evening. We always seemed to have enough beef and n eve r went without bread, but sugar and grease were scarce.
I never remember searing a pair of overshoes in my boyhood days. We wou l d take rawhide and soak it until it was soft then wrap it around our fe e t to keep the wet and snow out. There were no graded roads. The roads w er e made in between the trees by removing the big rocks, not very good a t a ll. There were few wire fences. The land that was fenced was made mos tl y by falling trees around the piece of land.
The time came when Arizona did not seem large enough for my dad so he de c ided to go South of the Border down Mexico way. My sister Cathrine ha d li ved there for years so he decided to go along with Mily Webb who wa s taki ng his family. Father could not ride in a wagon on account of an i njury h e had when he was a boy. He was kicked by a mule and it impared t he arter ies in his heart. He bought a little yellow mule that was easy t o ride an d went everywhere on it. Mother had been ill and bedfast for al most a yea r and was unable to make the move. Father left in September 19 00.
In March the next spring we received a letter from father asking us to s e ll everything and come to Colonia Juarez where he was. We sold and gav e a way everything, selling at a sacrifice, sold our milk cows for $20.00 . Mo ther was not able to be up and my sister May was 11 years old but w e star ted to Mexico. We went by team and wagon to Holbrook and from ther e to E l Paso on the train.
While in El Paso we stayed at a hotel where Bro. Murdock and wife were s t aying. They were making a tour of the world sightseeing. We stayed the r e an extra day so mother could rest. Bro. Murdock took us across the li n e into the city Juarez. We visited the 300 year old cathedral. Here i n th e city I witnessed a bull fight – when you see one you will never wa nt t o see another. It’s too wicked.
As I remember, it took us all day on the slow train in Mexico to go abo u t 200 miles. We stayed in the town of Dublan that night at Bro. Minerel y’ s place – he used to live in Snowflake. The next day we went on into C olo nia Juarez with team and wagon and arrived there just at night fall . Th e town made a beautiful arrival. The town was well kept, green lawns , sha de trees and fat cattle. It was quite a change going from a winter y clima te to a place like this. It was a great thing to a boy of 17. I t hink tha t the combined forces that were at work on me at that time was t he best e ducation that I could have had. I was in poor health most of th e time w e were there but the social and church conditions were good fo r me.
Five months after we arrived, father died. He had been working on a buil d ing that he had contracted to build, came home in the evening and abou t 2 :00 a.m. the next morning he took sick with the same old pain in hi s ches t that he had suffered with so many years. About 8:00 a.m. he call ed me t o his room and told me that he could live no longer. He gave me h is gol d watch and chain and showed me how to wind it and said, “Now I a m goin g in by mother’s bed to sit, you play my favorite tune on the guit ar. No w do not shed a tear for mother’s sake.” I did as he ask me and ha d playe d the tune through once and started it again when he started to f all fro m the chair. I dropped my guitar and caught him from falling on t he floor . He passed away right there. The Mexican government require d a lot of fo rmalities at the death of a newcomer and I had to ride t o a distant tow n to make the arrangements with the Mexican officials . I had to buy groun d enough to bury the family. This took an unusual am ount of time and mone y. We were in poor financial condition but the peop le of Juarez will neve r be forgotten for the help they gave us. The fune ral services were grand . Father was still bishop of the Showlow ward whe n he died. He died Augus t 4, 1901.
We were not satisfied there and wanted to return home. Mother was getti n g better. She had been suffering with jaundice and Dr. Roberts had giv e n her medicine that helped. We sold what few things we had accumulate d an d borrowed $75.00 from my brother Neils and took the train for home . We l eft there in December. We stayed in Snowflake that winter.
As soon as we arrived in Snowflake I went to work for Neils. He was buil d ing a store for Ezra Richards in Joe City, also a church house. I work e d 75 days to pay for the $75.00 we borrowed. The next summer we move d t o our ranch in Woodland where we were living before we left. I trie d to r aise a garden in Dad;s old garden spot at the beginning of the spr ing . I worked in Snowflake for Niels burning clay for cement and helpin g Nei ls plaster. I would come home on horseback weekends and work at hom e.
While living with Neils I read some books that he thought I should re a d – “The Royal Path of Life”, “Little Foxes Spoil the Vines:, “Great Tr ut hs”, and “Preaching and Public Speaking”. I was at an age when I neede d t he help and advice of a father and Neils took me in hand and helped m e co rrect some of the wrong habits. He was a hard task master but it wa s prob ably just what I needed. I owe much to him for the good books he p laced b efore me and the help he gave me. I was thinking of the girls mor e than a nything else at that time – and in particular how I dressed an d how my ha ir was combed. I feel that should I have kept at this all thr ough my lif e I would probably have been better off. What a shame it is n ot to teac h children how to care for their health and a greater shame i t is when ch ildren will not listen to the teaching of their parents an d older people.
The years of 1903 and 1904 were very dry years, most of the springs dri e d up, even the Pinetop spring. We had to haul water for culinary use . I w as helping my brother-in-law Eph Penrod make shingles with a hors e powe r shingle mill. We had to take our horses 3 or 4 miles to grass an d the n get them in the morning and grain them a little. Cattle were poo r and w ork was scarce. About all the work there was in the country was w ith catt le and sheep men.
Work was h ard to get and I kept thinking of going to the mines in Glo b e to work but hated to go away from home and leave mother in her condit io n. Andrew and I did some freighting from Holbrook to Ft. Apache but i t wa s not satisfactory and it took us too long to make the trips with po or ho rses and wagons.
In 1905 I went to work again for Neils who had moved to Showlow at the t i me of the Hunning purchase of Showlow. I worked there that fall and win te r. Hans went on a mission in 1902 and returned in March 1905. I was a t Ne ils’ and had been working on the ditch above the Lon Merrill place w ith p ick and shovel all day and was ill besides. He arrived at Neils’ ab out 10 :00 p.m. after I had gone to bed as I was too ill to eat supper. H ans wok e me and wanted me to walk home with him that night as he had n o other wa y of going. I told him that I did not feel like it but he kep t insistin g so I told him I would try. We walked as far as Lon Merrill’ s and stoppe d there to rest and get warm. It was a cold night and mud an d snow ankl e deep. I laid down in front of the fireplace and wished tha t I did not h ave to go any farther for I was already tired but Hans insi sted that we g o on. I did fairly well until we got about two miles on ou r way. I was ti red and told Hans that I could never make it another eigh t miles and tha t he could go on but I was going back. He insisted tha t I go on and tha t he would help me. I wanted to sit down and rest awhil e but he would no t let me – he knew that if I ever sat down he would b e unable to get me u p to go on. We trudged on for another three miles an d I told him to go o n as I was going to rest until morning. He knew tha t I would freeze to de ath if I stayed there so he let me rest a few minu tes then on we went. Th inking that I would drop in my tracks every minut e, I kept pleading wit h him to go on without me but he continued to hel p me the best he could i n the slippery mud although every step was tortu re to me. The nearer we g ot to home the thought spurred me on and we fin ally arrived there at 2:0 0 p.m. I crawled into bed and did not get up ag ain for several days .
I finally decided that I would go to Globe and work. I bade my mother a n d sister goodbye and left with a four horse team and wagon. After I go t t here I worked for wages for a few days then went to hauling ore fro m th e Gibson mine to the Old Dominion with a six horse team, passing thr oug h Miami which was then hardly more than a few scattered saloons, mile s ap art.
When I quit hauling ore I rented 16 burros and 4 horses and went into t h e Pinal mountains to haul wood out to Globe. I had a partner, Ed Hastin gs , and we took with us my brother Jim, Geo. Woolford, Lee Penrod and a n el derly man Charlie Benson. This was a dare devil job as the mountain s wer e very steep and the timber thick. We could only take the wagons u p par t way and then had to bring the wood down the mountains with the an imal s to the wagons. We did a good job of getting the wood for it was pl entif ul and the railroad had been washed out and coal was scarce. Wood b rough t a good price. When spring came and I went into town to figure u p the ea rnings I found that my partner who had stayed in town to take ca re of th e delivering and collecting was a crook. Our books had been dest royed, th e money gambled away, and even my trunk had been ransacked an d all my kee psakes and things I treasured had been taken out. I found ou t too late th at it does not pay to put trust in a partner without a writ ten contract.
I was blue for I had expected to get a wedding stake out of it as I wa s t o meet the girl that I had been corresponding with in Mexico at Mes a an d we had planned to get married. I sold all that I had except my blu e mar e and set out to meet her. When we met and I told her about my har d luc k she was no longer interested in me so we parted. I have always fe lt tha t the hand of God was in the whole thing from the time I left hom e unti l I returned.
After our parting I began to wonder where to look next for a girl I wou l d want for a wife. I thought back over all the girls I had known and no n e could I recall held my attention save one and I had never been friend l y or had many associations with her, yet her family background was wh a t I wanted. The question in my mind was would she even care for me?
I found a job with Will Amos 40 miles out on the desert where he was lam b ing his sheep. His brother Len Amos, who had come from Globe with me w a s working in the same camp. The first thing that I was asked to do wh e n I got in camp was to cook supper for the lambing crew. I had never co ok ed for a crew and knew very little about it but I said nothing and di d a s I was asked. I remembered some of the things that I had seen my mot he r do in cooking and everyone seemed to survive my try at it. In the de ser t, sheep, burros and Mexicans were my constant companions. Once eac h da y I would make a trip to the foot of the Superstition mountains fo r water . I would leave all the burros in camp except one to carry the wa ter. Th e reason for this was that the camp was far into the desert an d I could n ever find it but my good old faithful burro with his mates i n camp woul d always know the way. This was in February and March and th e desert wa s a beautiful place to be. The rains that came made the deser t a great pl ace to be and I enjoyed it except I was getting homesick.
When the lambing was over in the desert, Len and I were hired by Claren c e Morrow to cross the mountains on burros by way of Tonto Basin to hel p h im lamb his sheep on his ranch 15 miles west of Pinedale. This was i n Mar ch and the thaw was on and it seemed that all the water was flowin g int o Salt River. It had to be crossed high as it was. We pulled our ca mp out fit and saddles across on a cable but the horses and burros had t o cross . We went up the river several miles and hired a Mexican to tak e lead o f the burros as they crossed. I was riding my pet mare old Blu e (she wa s a blue roan mare). I will never forget what a hard time we ha d gettin g the burros to face that terrible current of water and it wa s a foolis h thing to do but we had been hired to do it and with the thou ght tha t I was headed for home there was no turning back. From where w e crosse d you could not see the other side of the river as it was broke n up int o two or three swift streams and was very wide. I think that i t must hav e been at least a mile below where we started when we came out . I went un der several times in the crossing but good old faithful Blu e took me safe ly across. The government men who measured the water and l ived on the nor th side of the river told us that we had been very foolis h to even try t o cross it as there had been many men and horses drown tr ying to cross i t when it was not that high. Safe on the other side, we p ut off into an u nknown country to us. We had plenty of food and a littl e grain for my mar e but feed was very scarce on the mountain. We kept ou r trail very well u ntil after we left Tonto, then we missed the trail an d were lost. The da y we got lost I let Len ride my mare and I rode the b urro. When the mar e would not do as he wanted her to do, he would beat h er over the head an d I could not stand her treated that way and told hi m so. He was hot temp ered and sulked for days. We finally came to a shal e slide where we coul d not see the bottom, but we pushed our animals of f and down we went. I t did not prove to be as dangerous as it looked bu t at the bottom was a b ox canyon which was very narrow and we sometime s had to take our packs of f to get through. This trail led us to a valle y called Queen Back which w as many miles off our course. We traveled al l day and camped in some of t he roughest country I have ever been in. So on after we had bedded dow n a band of wild horses came by and my mare we nt off with them. The nex t morning while Len was getting breakfast I wen t to look for the horse bu t could not find her. When I got back to cam p the burros were all packe d and ready to go, and go they did and left m e sitting in my saddle. I di dn’t know what to do but knew that Len woul d go right on. I prayed to th e Lord for help and in a few minutes I hear d the horse bell and she cam e back into camp as fast as she had gone . I gave her a little grain and s addled up and soon overtook the pack tr ain.
I worked for Morrow until June. I’d never been so homesick before or sin c e and when I was finished I started home. I did not follow the road, b u t cut through and came into the main road on the Scott Flat. There I s a w my brother Andrew and uncle Dick Hansen leading some bronco horses th a t they had gotten out of the roundup at the Hunning coral. I talked t o th em several minutes before Andrew recognized me for I had a heavy gro wth o f whiskers. As soon as I arrived home Mother saw to it that my whis kers d isappeared.
My life at this time seemed to be a medley of drama and serious thought s , 22 years old, no job, no money, and no gal – just a prospect in mind . A bout the first thing that I did was to buy a cow from Rone Adair fo r $35. 00 with part of the $70.00 I had saved from the sheep. With a bi g world a ll rosy to me, a light heart and heavy burden, I put out to see , having p lenty of confidence as I headed my ship for the long and happ y journey o f matrimony. I decided to try for the girl that I had been th inking of an d hoping to go with, and finally did make the grade. We ha d two years o f courtship, which did not always run smooth, at least ther e were sometim es when I thought the ship was going to capsize, but somet hing always hap pened to calm the troubled waters.
After I came home I worked around Lakeside and vicinity. I helped pu t u p the telephone poles for the 1st telephone line from Holbrook. It wa s do ne by a group of people who got together to put one in. It was not m uch o f a system, as there was not adequate money to run it properly, bu t it wa s still a great help to the communities in this part of the count ry. Alth ough the communities were small a good number of folks had telep hones. Ne ils was one of the promoters as he was always very community mi nded an d a number of men had purchased the Will Amos ranch and were maki ng a com munity of the place. Some of the men who came here first were J . L. Fish , Pratt Larson, Lewis E. Johnson, and John Heber Hansen. The ra nch was pu rchased in the year 1906 by these men, later Charles L. Rhoto n and other s came in. Neils was the big man in it and he lived in the ho use that Amo s had lived in. The house and ranch was farther north of th e Woodland com munity. It was located near the edge of the lake which ha d been build a y ear or two before the purchase of the ranch. The lake wa s build by the Sh owlow irrigation Co. on the Showlow Creek for the purpo ses of retaining t he water of the Showlow Creek to make more land in Lak eside, Showlow, an d Scott flat usable for farming purposes – most of th e land along the cre ek had been used for dry farming.
I also worked at sawmilling, both logging and working on the mill. Cas h w as scarce and the pay that I would get would be credit at the only tw o st ores in the country—McCoys at Pinetop which was run by an elderly ma n b y the name of McCoy, and one at Showlow which was a branch of the ol d A.C .M.I. in Holbrook and Snowflake. I worked at anything that I coul d get t o do and took lumber or any kind of produce for pay. I raised a l ittle ga rden as we owned some water in the Pinetop-Woodland Irrigation C o. an d I was able to use a little bit for irrigation. My brother Andre w an d I lived at home with my Mother and we were to share equal in the e xpens e of keeping Mother and May but when he left home I was left with t he gre ater part of the debt.

Augustus married Lydia Emma Whipple on 2 Jun 1909 in Salt Lake City, Salt Lake, Utah, United States. Lydia (daughter of Willard Whipple and Emma Melissa Oliver) was born on 16 Feb 1887 in Adair, Navajo, Arizona, United States; was christened on 7 Apr 1887 in Adair, Navajo, Arizona, United States; died on 26 Oct 1977 in Logan, Cache, Utah, United States; was buried on 31 Oct 1977 in Lakeside Cemetery, Navajo, Arizona, United States. [Group Sheet] [Family Chart]

Other Events and Attributes:

• Initiatory (LDS): Not Needed
• FamilySearch ID: K2MW-VWB

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• FamilySearch ID: KWZM-G29
• Initiatory (LDS): 15 Dec 1942, ARIZO

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• FamilySearch ID: KWJV-LLM
• Initiatory (LDS): 25 May 1950, ARIZO

Jennie married Curtis Mason Ligon on 23 Jul 1920 in Flagstaff, Coconino, Arizona, United States. Curtis (son of Waddy Thompson Ligon and Emily Buena Barnett) was born on 12 Jul 1885 in Llano, Texas, United States; died on 29 Oct 1929 in Safford, Graham, Arizona, United States; was buried on 30 Oct 1929 in Safford, Graham, Arizona, United States. [Group Sheet] [Family Chart]

Jennie married Norman Lee Brown on 23 Dec 1942 in Globe, Gila, Arizona, United States. Norman (son of Thomas Brown and Selina Harriet Pollard) was born on 26 Jun 1879 in Austin Township, Sanilac, Michigan, United States; was christened in Sanilac, Michigan, United States; died on 4 Feb 1957 in Phoenix, Maricopa, Arizona, United States. [Group Sheet] [Family Chart]

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• FamilySearch ID: KWCB-G4T
• Initiatory (LDS): 11 Sep 1912, MANTI

Notes:

Grandma Cooley was one of my favorite people. While Grandpa and their so n s where very out-spoken, Grandma was what I would call a quiet genius . sh e used to study the scriptures and knew the gospel well. If you aske d he r questions, you could discover her depth.

When I was about 11 years old, I was having a sleepover at her house wi t h cousins. I was having a great time and practicing my new obnoxious la ug h. Grandma quietly took me aside alone in her bedroom and told me tha t wh en I got older and went to the temple I would make a covenant to no t expr ess that kind of laughter. She helped me to nip that bad habit i n the bu d without embarrassing me.

Grandma also hired me to clean house for her and taught me how to clea n t horoughly and how to properly iron shirts.

I was so sad to see her struggle with memory loss and personality chan g e in her old age.

Pearl married Freeman Cooley on 4 Sep 1912 in El Paso, El Paso, Texas, United States. Freeman (son of Osborn Benjamin Cooley and Frances Isabell Rhodeback) was born on 23 Nov 1888 in Joseph, Sevier, Utah, United States; died on 15 Jul 1984 in Mesa, Maricopa, Arizona, United States; was buried on 19 Jul 1984 in City of Mesa Cemetery, Maricopa, Arizona, United States. [Group Sheet] [Family Chart]

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• FamilySearch ID: KW85-2SQ
• Initiatory (LDS): 23 Jan 1929, ARIZO

Charles married Eva Lundquist on 22 Jan 1929 in Maricopa, Pinal, Arizona, United States. Eva (daughter of Frederic Adrian Lundquist and Martha Adeline Crosby) was born on 31 Oct 1905 in Kanab, Kane, Utah, United States; died on 22 Mar 1994 in Maricopa, Arizona, United States; was buried in City of Mesa Cemetery, Maricopa, Arizona, United States. [Group Sheet] [Family Chart]

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• FamilySearch ID: KW85-WTN
• Initiatory (LDS): 20 Jun 1941, ARIZO

Edson married Colola Beth Richins on 10 Apr 1922 in Colonia Juárez, Casas Grandes, Chihuahua, México. Colola (daughter of Orson Oriel Richins and Sarah Amanda Shurtliff) was born on 26 Dec 1905 in Colonia Díaz, Ascensión, Chihuahua, México; was christened on 2 Apr 1905 in Colonia Díaz, Ascensión, Chihuahua, México; died on 28 Jan 1965 in Phoenix, Maricopa, Arizona, United States; was buried on 30 Jan 1965 in Mesa, Maricopa, Arizona, United States. [Group Sheet] [Family Chart]

Edson married Lida Bertha Christiansen on 17 Jul 1959 in Nevada, United States. Lida was born on 19 Feb 1897 in Montana, United States; died in Mar 1993; was buried in Mesa, Maricopa, Arizona, United States. [Group Sheet] [Family Chart]

Edson married Anzella Bell Vogel on 16 Mar 1967 in Riverside, Riverside, California, United States. Anzella was born on 9 Aug 1908 in Kansas, United States; died on 8 Jul 1977 in Blythe, Riverside, California, United States; was buried in Blythe, Riverside, California, United States. [Group Sheet] [Family Chart]

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• Initiatory (LDS): COMPLETED
• FamilySearch ID: KWZ4-Q64

Cleah married Deveraux Washington Bowman on 25 Dec 1921 in Colonia Juárez, Casas Grandes, Chihuahua, México. Deveraux (son of Henry Eyring Bowman and Mary Gubler) was born on 4 Jul 1897 in Provo, Utah, Utah, United States; died on 23 Jan 1961 in Jacob Lake, Coconino, Arizona, United States; was buried on 26 Jan 1961 in Mesa, Maricopa, Arizona, United States. [Group Sheet] [Family Chart]

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• FamilySearch ID: KWJV-LBQ
• Initiatory (LDS): 18 Apr 1939, ARIZO

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• FamilySearch ID: KWZ1-B5N
• Initiatory (LDS): 29 May 1929, ARIZO

Augustus married Frances Willis on 25 May 1929 in Los Angeles, Los Angeles, California, United States. Frances (daughter of William Wesley Willis and Elizabeth Malvina Clark) was born on 2 May 1913 in Lovell, Big Horn, Wyoming, United States; died on 19 Jan 1996 in Ogden, Weber, Utah, United States; was buried in North Ogden, Weber, Utah, United States. [Group Sheet] [Family Chart]

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• FamilySearch ID: KWCY-QDK
• Initiatory (LDS): 27 Sep 1969, ARIZO

Marva married Donald Bunting Cram on 3 Nov 1930 in Flagstaff, Coconino, Arizona, United States. Donald (son of John Smith Cram and Fannie Bunting) was born on 1 Nov 1903 in Kanab, Kane, Utah, United States; was christened on 5 Dec 1903; died on 15 Sep 1946; was buried in Kanab City Cemetery, Kane, Utah, United States. [Group Sheet] [Family Chart]

Marva married Lawrence Everett Little on 14 Feb 1977 in Phoenix, Maricopa, Arizona, United States. Lawrence (son of Charles Fredrick Little and Grace Pearl Miller) was born on 11 Apr 1905 in Leadville, Lake, Colorado, United States; died on 7 May 1996; was buried on 10 May 1996 in Mesa, Maricopa, Arizona, United States. [Group Sheet] [Family Chart]

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• FamilySearch ID: KWZH-SWD
• Initiatory (LDS): 29 Jan 1932, SGEOR

Annie married Israel Hoyt Chamberlain, Jr on 26 Jan 1932 in St. George, Washington, Utah, United States. Israel (son of Israel Hoyt Chamberlain and Ella Woolley) was born on 28 Aug 1906 in Kanab, Kane, Utah, United States; died on 14 Mar 1959 in Salt Lake City, Salt Lake, Utah, United States; was buried on 17 Mar 1959 in Kanab, Kane, Utah, United States. [Group Sheet] [Family Chart]

Annie married John K Martin on 7 Jul 1962 in Las Vegas, Clark, Nevada, United States. John was born on 29 May 1910 in East Pittsburgh, Allegheny, Pennsylvania, United States; died on 17 Jan 1999 in Hurricane, Washington, Utah, United States; was buried in Kanab, Kane, Utah, United States. [Group Sheet] [Family Chart]

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• FamilySearch ID: K2HQ-JC1
• Initiatory (LDS): 9 Feb 1951, ARIZO

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• FamilySearch ID: KWCR-8JS
• Initiatory (LDS): 14 Jun 1946, SGEOR

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• Initiatory (LDS): COMPLETED, SLAKE
• FamilySearch ID: KWJK-4QT

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• FamilySearch ID: KWZ1-QTH
• Initiatory (LDS): 22 May 1940, ARIZO

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• Initiatory (LDS): Not Needed
• FamilySearch ID: K2HQ-J53

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• FamilySearch ID: KWZV-1PB
• Initiatory (LDS): 12 Jun 2009, OGDEN

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• FamilySearch ID: KWZ2-NY7
• Initiatory (LDS): 5 Jul 2008, BOUNT

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• Initiatory (LDS): COMPLETED, SLAKE
• FamilySearch ID: KWJK-45H

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• Initiatory (LDS): Not Needed
• FamilySearch ID: 2DXT-5ZV

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• FamilySearch ID: 2743-7KZ
• Initiatory (LDS): 10 Aug 2010, DALLA

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• Initiatory (LDS): Not Needed
• FamilySearch ID: KWVH-8Q2

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• FamilySearch ID: KWC2-6WS
• Initiatory (LDS): 7 Feb 1936, ARIZO

Notes:

Autobiography of LYNN HERMAN HANSEN

I was born August 21, 1913 to Lydia Emma Whipple and Augustus Hansen a t L akeside, Navajo County, Arizona, in a farming area known as Woodland , whi ch is about two miles south of Lakeside. I was the second child bor n to m y parents. A brother, Hans Stanley Hansen, was the firstborn, bu t he die d in infancy.
The Farm land and The Work
My parents lived on a farm of 108 acres which was partly under irrigati o n from a water source above Pinetop, consisting of a spring and Billy C re ek. The water was stored in a reservoir between Woodland and Pinetop a n d reached the farms in the area under the reservoir by way of ditches m ai ntained by great effort of the water users. This land was acquired thr oug h a homestead made possible by a federal homestead act. The ditch ra n fo r the most part down the center of the farm from south to north. A s the l and sloped away from the ditch on both sides about fifty acres o f the lan d was under cultivation. The remainder of the land was used a s pasture.
The elevation of the general area was listed at 7000 feet. The area wa s o riginally covered with trees of pine, white oak, juniper and some ced ar . There was at this elevation only about a ninety day growing season . Cro ps therefore were confined to fast growing maturing varieties. Corn , vege tables, fruit occasionally consisting mostly of apples, plum and p ears. A lfalfa, clover and oat hay, potatoes, winter wheat and oats wer e include d in crops.
This farm was sustained in part by grazing rights on U.S. Forest lands . A s long as I can remember, Father had a herd of milk cows. Part of th e mil k products were sold for cash or collateral. Chickens, turkeys, she ep, pi gs and horses were common to the farm. Each had its place in the f amily w elfare. A dog and a cat or two were all a part of the necessitie s on a fa rm.
Daily chores included milking cows and driving them to pasture in summ e r months or feeding them in corrals and milking sheds in winter. Othe r ch ores included feeding and caring for the other livestock.
During the spring, summer and early fall months land needed plowing, har r owing, cultivation and irrigation. Crops had to be cultivated, hoed an d w eeded. Hay was cut, raked and hauled loose to the barns for storage f or w inter use. Corn was cut in fall and hauled to the silo where it wa s chopp ed by power ensilage machinery and air hoisted into a 27 foot hig h silo m ade from pine two-by-fours nailed together with pitch between th em. A lad der and windows on the east side made entrance and use of the s ilo possib le.
My father, Augustus Hansen, burned and collected the pine tar to use f o r sealing the two-by-fours used in construction of the silo. I was bor n o n the day the silo was at the 27 foot level. It was never built any h ighe r after that day.
Early memories of some details of farm life lead me to relate this accou n t. During World War 1 in the 1917-18 years it was difficult to get flo u r and corn meal prepared commercially. My father devised a way of attac hi ng a grain grinder to the horse-drawn mower. While he was cutting ha y h e tended and ground corn meal, or wheat for flour and cereals. Financ ia l considerations probably entered into this plan.
The description of the land was recorded by action of a survey crew an d f iled with the government agency and if a tenant lived on the land fiv e ye ars and made certain improvements he was awarded a deed to the lan d fro m the government. Nearly all of the Arizona-Utah land titles were g aine d in this manner since the government through the Gadsen Purchase ow ned t he land. It was purchased from the Mexican Government.
Our land was adjacent to the Eastern boundary of a part of the Apache In d ian Reservation. Some pasture privileges were arranged with the Burea u o f Indian Affairs so that farmers in the area would run a limited numb er o f cattle on the reservation for a small fee.
We maintained a milking corral near this reservation for a number of yea r s. The corral was made of logs laid criss-cross fashion as a fence to t h e enclosure. It was in this spot which was later abandoned as a corra l th at we raised some squash and watermelons. The garden spot was choic e beca use the ground was very fertile as it had served for a resting pla ce fo r the cattle for several years.
The Spring and Water
The family drinking water had to be hauled from a mile distance. There w a s a spring at the head of the creek. This spring bubbled out of the gro un d in a manner that played the multi-colored sand up and down as the wa te r constantly flowed upward beneath it. This spring was the source of “ pur e” water for many families in the area. Often when we were in a hurr y t o get water we would dip it from the creek a quarter mile below the s prin g. The present ecology terminology had not then become common. ‘Bu t the w ater at points below the spring was often polluted by cattle or f lood wat ers following a rain or a spring thaw. We never seemed to worr y as much a bout pollution then as people do now. We should have worried , but didn’ t know enough to worry. Our parents must have had some concer n because th ey did prefer that we get the water from the spring wheneve r possible.
All farms were fenced to protect crops and feeds from stray cattle. Ear l y fences were made of logs or in some cases smooth spring steel wire, s ta pled to posts. This smooth wire was not really effective as a deterren t t o cattle, but it was the best they had. Later barbed wire replaced th e sm ooth wire in most fencing.
The Touring Car
The society in that area was limited to a geographical area of about a f i fty mile radius. A trip to Show Low eight miles north was a major excur si on for the young folks on our farm. Our Whipple grandfather and family , W illard Whipple, lived at Show Low. When we traveled there we rode i n a wa gon or a buggy pulled by a team of horses. It was not until the mi ddle 19 20’s that our family owned a Ford touring car. By that time I wa s not ye t ten years old. The acquisition of the car was a big event. Som etimes i t started easily and sometimes it refused to start. There wa s a crank use d to start the engine. Drivers would set the gas and spar k control lever s as well as the brake and get the crank at the front o f the radiator goi ng as fast as he could turn it in order to start the e ngine. Sometimes th e crank would kick backward and injure the person doi ng the starting.
The car was open air with only a windshield to protect the passenger s . I recall that it was not powerful enough to pull itself and a full lo a d of passengers up a steep hill. Often we needed to get out and push t o g et up an incline. Then once on level ground we could get in again an d rid e. Rain and snow made unimproved roads almost impassable in a car b ecaus e it would bog down in deep ruts of clay and get stuck, unable to m ove fo r lack of power and traction.
Teaching the Buck Sheep a Lesson
This car stood south of the house and garden fence on a grassy plot. I t w as here that I remember an incident- a buck sheep had broken out of i t’ s pasture and come to graze on the grassy spot near the car. I knew th a t he was considered aggressive because I heard Dad say he had been “bun te d” upon occasion. When the buck came near the car where I was playin g I k new that I must get up into the car fast in order to escape him . I tried , but his speed was superior to mine and he knocked me under th e car, sca red, bleeding at the nose and screaming for help. It seemed th at if I tri ed to crawl out on the opposite side of the car he was ther e to meet me . I was trapped. Mother heard the disturbance and came wit h a big stick t o rescue me. The stick was to protect herself and me. I w as thankful to b e back inside the gate of our yard safe from that sheep . When Father cam e in from the field at the close of the day, mother rev iewed the inciden t with him. He decided to teach the buck a lesson so h e took me with hi m to the sheep pasture gate. I was protesting and fearf ul. He tried to as sure me that he would use me only as a decoy and tha t he would protect m e while he taught the buck his deserved lesson. He h eld me in front of hi m by the suspenders of my bib overalls. As the buc k charged I was snatche d back and the buck met a blow from an oak club t o stop him in his tracks . He would shake his head, retreat and charge a t me again. This was begin ning to be some sort of consolation for me an d a little on the exciting s ide. As I recall it, he charged the third ti me and then he slumped over a s his knees buckled under. Dad’s oak stic k had laid him cold. I thought h e was dead. He got up after a few moment s time, shaking his head and retr eated to the far side of the pasture se emingly not anxious to surrender t o the club again.
It was nevertheless a worry to me personally that we kept this buck she e p on the ranch. Caution was always exercised whenever I was near this a dv ersary. I do not remember when he was sold but he did drop out of ou r lis t of fears.
Time and Tending Sheep
A few years later when my parents thought I was old enough to do some te n ding of the herd, I was sent to keep them in a field of clover stubbl e fo r a two hour period. I was entrusted with a pocket watch to help m e kno w when the allotted time had passed. The herding was not so much o f a str ain as the block of time. I could keep them where they were suppo sed to g raze, but the time weighed heavily because there were other thin gs I woul d have preferred doing, such as cutting a forked oak Y to use i n makin g a flipper to shoot at birds and squirrels.
I thought the matter through and decided to turn the hands of Dad’s wat c h ahead to help the time go by faster. This was not without some feeli n g of wrong-doing, but the feeling of urgency about my own personal wish e s seemed to dominate. After all – keeping sheep was a dull assignment c om pared to making flippers or digging tunnels in the sandy pasture. At a n y rate the watch hands were turned ahead a couple of turns to save abo u t a half hour. I took the herd back to the pen early according to the r ea l time, but on time with my false setting. When I arrived at the pen , m y mother met me with the announcement that the sheep should go back t o th eir feeding for another half hour. I could not argue with authority . I le arned a lesson on cheating with time. It does not pay to tamper wi th th e clock either in an attempt to speed it up or to retard it. Time h as a w ay of behaving according to divine programming and we must accep t the sch edule and use time prudently.
Finances
Parents beset with financial survival efforts have little to spend on t h e nonessential or the luxurious. I recall that amidst the pressures o f ea ch days problems there was some time, generally at meal time, bedtim e o r Sundays for my parents to listen to our needs. They must have sense d a t times that we had certain desires that were not really compatible w it h the lean bank account or even a non-existant one. Often we were tol d th at “we’ could not afford a red wagon with wooden wheels patterned af ter t he one Dad used for most multi-sided purposes; a wagon we could us e to ha ul a load of wood from the woodpile to the wood box beside the co ok stov e or the fireplace. I wanted this kind of wagon because my frien d had one . It was great fun to help him pull his wagon either in dutifu l chores o r in creative play.
An Experience for my Dad
This desire was made known to both Mom and Dad and the answer was alwa y s about the same: We did not have money to afford it. The matter was dr op ped but not forgotten. Summer lush green pastures and growing fields o f h ay, corn and potatoes laboriously gave way to fall’s harvesting and c hang ing colors. The frost preceded the snow of winter. Christmas mornin g cam e too slowly. In fact it seemed so slow that it was hard to be goo d enoug h to merit a small gift on the longed for morning. Two little boy s who we re asked to be good to deserve a family outing were disappointe d by an un avoidable postponement for a week. They said to their Dad, “W e don’t thin k we can be good that much longer.” My Father, Augustus, wen t to the ranc h during a cold spell to look after the cattle. It was onl y two miles awa y from our town home. When he arrived at the ranch he fou nd things in poo r condition. A neighbor’s pigs had broken out of their p en and were in ou r stockyard rooting down the shocks of corn and eatin g it. He decided t o put the pigs in a pen to keep them from further dest roying our feed .
In the attempt to pen them up he did a lot of running on foot. He beca m e exhausted and felt pains in his chest. He must have gotten over-heat e d beneath his clothing and when the pigs were locked up he cooled off t o o quickly. Upon arrival back in town he fell ill and was unable to lea v e his bed. Pneumonia/Pleurisy was the general diagnosis of the adults w h o were concerned. As boys we felt the seriousness of his condition to s om e degree. We felt it more directly because we had all the milking, fee din g and many other chores to do without Dad’s assistance. The neighbor s wer e concerned and came to help us with some chores. They came also t o visi t my mother and give comfort to her. We understood that Dad was s o very s ick that he might not live. This was a period of anxiety for me . The day s and nights were prayer filled for the immediate family and cl ose friend s and the Ward members.
Later, a number of years, I heard my father tell that he had the privile g e of glancing into eternity while he was so near death. He was impress e d with the beauty of the place beyond the vale, the happy joyful attitu d e of the busy people he saw there among his departed loved ones and h e wa s reluctant to return to the earth where there were so many problem s an d so much suffering. Now since 1957 he has returned to that place pr epare d by the Savior for those who are faithful in keeping certain of Go d’s la ws. He may be doing missionary work as he often did while he was u pon th e earth. He may be teaching those who never had opportunity to hea r the G ospel in mortality.
Sunday’s and Responsibilities
The Sabbath Day on the farm was observed. There were chores to do, but t h ey were completed early in order that we could attend Priesthood meetin g , Sunday School, and Sacrament meeting. There were unavoidable times wh er e irrigating and other farm chores had to be performed on Sunday, bu t w e always took counsel in the Savior’s thought that “The Sabbath was m ad e for man and that if an ox were in the mire it would be unwise not t o pu ll him out.” We never were permitted to participate in organized spo rts o r to attend entertainments on Sunday. We did visit with relatives a nd fri ends and even drove eight miles to do so.
As time passed I participated in some responsibilities in the Church . A s a deacon gathering fast offerings and passing the sacrament were pr omin ent activities. Ward teaching as it was called then was part of my a ctivi ty as a teacher. Then becoming a Priest in the Aaronic Priesthood g ave m e the privilege of administering the Sacrament as well as doing al l the f ormer duties as occasion demanded. This sometimes included sweepi ng floor s and dusting benches at the church house. It did not exclude ch opping wo od for widows or hauling fuel wood to needy families. While Mo m Hansen wa s Relief Society President there were opportunities to visi t and help car e for bedfast folks who needed someone to stay with them a t night.
The Singing Competition
College was looked upon as a luxury, but very desirable. In early year s , age seven or eight, I became interested in singing and having a pleas in g voice, I was asked to perform quite often as a soloist and in schoo l mu sical situations. During my senior high school year I was participat ing i n orchestra playing and singing in the chorus and as a vocal solois t. I e ntered the tenor class of vocal competition from Snowflake High Sc hool. W e attended the regional competition at Flagstaff where schools o f our rel ative size were competing from all of Arizona. This was sprin g of 1931 . I had had no opportunity to study voice under professional te achers. On ly my elementary and high school music teachers had coached m e briefly. J . Rufus Crandall was then my music teacher. Inez Rogers, a f riend and fel low classmate, was my piano accompanist. She had much mor e experience a s an accompanist and pianist that I had as a vocalist. Whe n we entered As hurst Auditorium at NAU it was the largest auditorium I h ad seen in all m y life. ‘Then a feeling came over me that the long wal k up to the stage a s my number was called was the most difficult test o f courage that coul d be contrived. Blood was pumping through legs, arm s and head at a most a ccelerated speed. Trembling began. Then as each co ntestant performed an d sang so artfully, I became more petrified than ev er. I didn’t say so t o my companion, but I felt it in my bones. Coul d I do a job of performin g as beautifully as each young tenor had done ? The young fellow from Pres cott High School was outstanding and I fel t that his interpretation of th e song “Dawn” by Pearl G. Curran, which w as the common song each tenor mu st perform, was perfect. I knew that i f I had any real competition in th e field, he was it. My number was next . I cannot remember the details o f the walk to the stage, but fear was t here. I do remember that when th e introductory bars were almost over tha t I had been silently asking fo r help from my Father in Heaven – not tha t I deserved to win first place , but that I would represent Him well, th at I would also represent my fam ily and my school credibly. The first wo rds were “Awake, my soul, thy daw n is here”, chanted on a F with the wor d “here” becoming an F#, a part o f an augmented Bb chord. I was awakene d, my voice was vibrant, but tremb ling. No artificiality or effort wen t into a tremolo. It was there in abu ndance. “In rainbow tints my soul i s bathed, the glorious light it long h as craved” came into reality. I se emed moved by young love, by competitio n, by the spirit of newborn freed om of expression. Then as the accompanim ent reached its freed and emanci pated tempo supporting the final “Awake ” on a high Eb and the tones of t he piano were drowned with the pedal rel ease a good feeling crept throug h my spine. I had given it all I was capa ble of doing! We walked down th e steps toward our seats less than scared . The big moment had not been a s terrible as imagination had made it. Tri umph is great!
Then there was the final hour when the third places, second places, an d w inners were to be announced in all categories. Trumpets, clarinets, t romb ones, and all instrumental groups were first. Vocals were last. Sopr anos , altos and then tenors. The air was tense. Applause was spontaneous . Dis appointments were there too. Boys high voice third place went to Pr escot t High School’s tenor who sang so confidently. Second place honore d a bo y from Camp Verde High who also had a magnificent voice. He sang w ith th e greatest ease.
I knew there were two avenues to look to by now. Either I could be annou n ced as first place winner or not be mentioned at all. To be prepared f o r defeat is not easy and alternately neither is being prepared to win , th ough it does, I confess, have brighter emotional surroundings.
The announcer was saying, “First place goes to” – then he paused as i f h e could not read it or perhaps he could not believe what he read, “Sn owfl ake High School, Lynn Hansen, Tenor.”
At the same moment my heart pounded, my feeling of triumph gradually gr e w to a swelling crescendo inside my being and then reality dawned upo n m e as I realized I was to walk back to the stage to receive the meda l fo r the recognition. I tried not to be obvioius with my proud feeling , bu t I fear that hiding it was not completely successful.
At high school in the days that followed, as well as the bus ride home , f riends were expressing their well wishes and their deepened friendshi p. T ownspeople and family recognized the honor and I enjoyed it. In prev iou s years, there had been a period of fighting for recognition among pe ers . It amounted to being the best horseman or the best plowboy or the b es t batter or catcher. At times it was a contest to see who could squi r t a stream of milk from the strategic position of the cow’s flank perch e d on a one-legged milk stool, and hit a target the farthest away. Altho ug h this was not always a contest having the same odds because the indiv idu al anatomy of each cow’s udder varied in size and egress structure, i t wa s nevertheless a fine contest. It also accounted for the stains, mil k mad e, bearing odd patterns lacking in art, which the wooden back wal l of th e milking shed exhibited. Not these winnings, nor the straightes t furro w for a potato seed bed could equal the growth that accompanied t he succe ss on the contest stage. I had a feeling of having grown to be a ccepted b y adults as well as peers. Adults became more important and pee rs somewha t less on the slightly broadened social base. There were momen ts recalle d when childhood social apprehensions now seemed silly. It gav e life a gr eater depth, a more significant value, a deeper meaning.
High School
High school in Lakeside, Arizona in 1929 consisted of two years of goo d t raining with limited facilities and limited faculty. There were no la bora tories for sciences. Other desirable facilities were obvious by thei r abs ence. It was for this reason that Lakeside students were transporte d by b us to Snowflake, a distance of 34 miles for junior and senior year s of sc hool. The bus picked us up at 7 a.m. and school was to convene a t 9 a.m . in Snowflake. At the beginning of a school year the bus was cro wded, bu t often by Christmas time some had dropped out of school and i t was neces sary to use private cars for transportation since there wer e not enough s tudents to justify running a bus for so few.
One year 1930-31 I stayed at Snowflake during the winter months. The arr a ngement was that I slept at Marion Rogers basement in return for doin g so me small chores for them. I ate with the David A Butler family and p aid f or meals with service such as milking and feeding their cow and cho ppin g wood for their heating and cooking stoves. This was an enjoyable e xperi ence and generous of the Rogers and Butlers. At Butlers one membe r of th e family contracted measles. Sister Butler warned me that I shoul d probab ly go home with the hope that I would not be exposed to them . I did go ho me on the bus that evening, but the warning came too late . I broke out wi th measles and exposed all members of my family. The dis ease is a crippli ng one. I was sorry to have been the cause of my brothe rs and sisters suf fering from it. It was recommended by neighbors and fr iends that we conva lesce in a darkened room so that light would not inju re our eyes. It wa s further thought best not to do any reading during th is period. There wa s some concern on my part about the fact that this wa s my senior year i n high school and missing classes for three to four we eks might eliminat e me from the graduation. I therefore felt it necessar y to do some smal l amount of reading and study to keep up hope of gradua tion. Not only di d I do this, but later I engaged in the practice of rea ding while the bu s was traveling. This proved to be very foolish judgeme nt. Measles, stud y during recovery and study on the bus were all respons ible for the opti c nerve damage which my eyes suffered. It was necessar y to immediately be gin wearing corrective glasses in order to be able t o see and read proper ly. At proper intervals my eyes were tested and ne w prescriptions were ma de to fit my eyes. They never seemed to improve , but rather to slowly cha nge toward poorer vision.
I now insert a letter I wrote to my Mother from Chicago when I was fifte e n.
Chicago, Illinois
December 3, 1928
Dear Mother,
I have so many things I want to tell you that it would take a book to h9 o ld them all. Well, this morning I got up just in time to catch the rap i d transit line to the International Stock Association. When we got ther e , we were shown through the 4H exhibits from all over this continent. T h e first exhibits were of the different classes of potatoes. Arizona sho ul d have been in on this potato exhibit. Most of the potatoes were Iris h Co bbler. I think, myself, that our own potatoes would have come might y clos e to first prize. Well, then there were the canned fruits and vege tables . Some of them looked nice but they don’t taste as good as yours d o. The n we went and seen the pigs, sheep, and cows from all over the con tinent . They had some of the biggest old pigs that were from six to eigh t fee t long, and three feet high. They were all alike in color and in si ze an d some of the sheep were so uniform in size and length of their woo l. Fro m twelve until four we watched the livestock show. Mr. Wilson (Cha rles E. ) won first on the bull and also first on horses.
After that we went to a dinner in the evening given by Mr. Wilson. We s a w some very fine comedies and dances. At seven o’clock we went back t o th e stock yard to the parade. “I” held the Arizona Banner while we mar che d around in the arena. There were fifty some odd states represented . (Inc luding Canadian provinces), and Mexico. I’m wondering if I can eve r get b ack to school work for thinking of these wonderful things. I can’ t writ e any more because Miss Bentley says it is bed time. We have a goo d comfo rtable bed and room Oh, yes! The elevator. I’m on the eighth floo r of th e Hotel (La Salle) and every time we have to go down or up we hav e to g o on the elevator. It’s sure lots of fun. Well, I will close .
Your loving son,
Lynn

After returning to school I was invited to tell students of various Nava j o country schools the tale of a country boy seeing the sights of the b i g city and the experience on the train as it crossed the “wide” Mississ ip pi river at night. Had modern technology have been possible, a tape re cor ding would surely have revealed an excited and exuberant high schoo l soph omore.
Bringing in the Cows
When the tasks were assigned at home and I did not get at them as soo n a s necessary, for the reason of playing with neighborhood friends at r acin g our riding ponies or some other favorite pastime, I usually had t o suff er the punishment. I recall a time that I was late getting off t o bring i n the milk cows. I hunted for them until it was well after dark . At time s I would stop the horse and listen for the cowbells. I never h eard any s o I shamefully rode home without the herd, knowing full well t hat there w ould be trouble. If I were to unsaddle the pony and put him o ut to grass , and slip into bed soon, I might get up early and find the h erd in the e arly dawn. It did not work that way. As soon as I reached th e house the q uestion came, “Where are the cows?” And, “What have you bee n doing that y ou could not find them?” No answer was good enough to sati sfy mother an d dad. Horse racing until dark fell was the excuse.
It was important to have the cows as soon as possible and even before mo r ning came. Udders would swell and mastitis would set in to make the mi l k unsaleable, so I was sent back to find them with instructions not t o re turn without them. If I ever faced a task that was distasteful, thi s wa s it. But I knew my punishment was just and deserved.
The moon was now down and only the stars to give light. I rode and stopp e d to listen and repeated the process without result. I did not get dow n o n my knees to pray but I did a lot of praying in the saddle. At time s i t was necessary to dismount and walk away from the horse whose breath in g caused the saddle to creak and groan as leather will do. Cows do no t sw ing their heads when lying down to rest and so no bells could be hea rd. I t seemed a long tiresome time. At last in a clearing I repeated th e walk- away from the saddle noise, and thought a tinkle of bells was sli ghtly au dible. I listened more intently and sure enough it was clear tha t I was n ear them. What made the cow shake her head I will never know bu t it may h ave been she was tired and got up to change positions.
Going home with the herd was even a bit joyful because I’d had an answ e r to prayer and was successful in doing what I had been sent to do.


A Life-saving Experience
At about age twelve I was sent to Uncle Han’s place to bring back a harr o w. The wagon had a hay rack on it and on the way back as the road turn e d north, the team got frightened at something and began to run. I trie d t o stop them with the usual pulling on the lines and yelling, Whoa! Bu t th ey got out of control because the hay rack had slipped forward so fa r tha t it was hitting the team on the rump. I was just about to be pulle d of f the front of the wagon by the ever forward sliding of the rack, st ill t rying to slow the pace of the frightened horses. The next thing I k new , I saw my father running toward the lane. He ran right in front of t he r acing horses and took his risk to try to save both myself and horse s fro m catastrophe. Miraculously the horses understood him and as he gra bbed t he bit of the horse nearest to him, they came to a stop with the h ay rac k riding partly on their backs and partly on the front end of th e wagon . I can now reflect that only the Lord could have entered in to t he situa tion and saved an inexperienced boy from death or serious injury , and a f ather from sure death.
Other such occasions have been equally as dangerous to my well being. T h e Lord has in every instance been there when I needed His help. I cann o t explain why I have been considered worthy to have escaped death so ma n y times, but I am deeply grateful to my Heavenly Father for his care. T he re have been horse and car potential fatalities, all of which appear t o h ave been watched over by my Maker.
In my humble way, I have tried to live worthy of the guidance of the Ho l y Ghost and his promptings. There were times that I have been warned n o t to do certain things that might have resulted in disaster. Each tim e i t has been clear that it does pay to heed the still small voice whic h whi spers to us.
Later life experiences
Drivers License Miracle
While we (my wife, children and I) were residing at Mesa, Arizona and do i ng business as Hansen Music Co, I took the drivers license test at a re ne wal period and was denied a license. I was convinced that having had l itt le trouble with my driving trucks and automobiles that I should conte st t he rather arbitrary denial by a State official so I hired an attorne y, J . Lamar Shelley to take my case to the courts of the state .
Preparatory to this hearing of Lynn H. Hansen vs. the State of Arizon a , I was gathering witnesses and information to present at the bench t o su pport my battle for a driving privilege. An optometrist, Junius D. B ower s had driven from Showlow, Arizona behind my vehicle and had observe d th e care with which I operated my car. I was unaware he was on the roa d a t all. He was also my eye doctor. Leora Peterson had ridden as a pass enge r in my car for an extended tour. She was happy to testify in my beh alf . Also Arland Branch, who was conducting driver education in Mesa, Ar izon a, was contacted to give me some reaction tests as a driver. He wa s a wit ness. We arrived at the court house in Phoenix at the time schedu led by t he Clerk of the Court but there was no local judge who could hea r the cas e. My attorney began asking if there were any visiting judges a nd he foun d a gentleman, Judge Hardy of Kingman, Arizona, who was not sc heduled fo r a few hours and who welcomed the opportunity to serve. As Ju dge Hardy w as hearing the State’s arguments and reading into the recor d false inform ation concerning a little Fitch girl who had run in fron t of my auto on S outh Mesa Drive and had been knocked down to the paveme nt by the impact b ut not run over, their attorney testified that I had k illed the little gi rl. My mind was quite disturbed by his falsifying thi s record to the judg e and I whispered to my attorney that we should refu te the testimony. H e said, “be calm. We have nothing to worry about.”
This was nevertheless a point over which I worried. As I was called to t h e stand for questioning, I was obedient to my counsel and did not do an yt hing except answer questions that were put to me by both sides. The at tor ney for the State said that he was resting his case. My attorney sai d h e had no further questions and I knew that all of my witnesses had gi ve n excellent reports.
At this point Judge Hardy said that he would not have to retire to delib e rate on the case, but would rule now. He indicated that the State of Ar iz ona had been quite arbitrary in the action and decisions and he woul d cho ose to be arbitrary also and seeing there had been no precedent est ablish ed he was ording the State to issue me a license to drive with cer tain co nditions being met, and further that no recording of testimony b e permitt ed as Court procedure and that the State bear the cost of the c ase excep t formy attorney’s fees, which I was to pay.
My gratitude to the judge could not be adequately expressed. I was mos t i mpressed by his honesty, fairness, and human understanding which no t al l judges possess.
For a few years thereafter I continued to drive an automobile, but whe n w e moved to Denver, Colorado I passed their driving test satisfactoril y an d did driving there for six years. Upon moving to Utah in 1963 I gav e u p driving after I saw the type of reading test used in Utah. I kne w I cou ld not pass it. Since this time, I have relied upon my wife and c hildre n to do the driving. This is an inconvenience to them and to me, b ut fact s are facts and we are under the necessity of bowing to them.
When we purchased a house in Provo we found a location close enough t o m y employment at Brigham Young University, that I found it convenien t to w alk to and from work.
My Father’s Passing
When my father passed away on Father’s Day 1957, we were still livin g i n Mesa and doing business there. We had decided to go to Lakeside, Ar izon a to visit my Father and Mother on that day. We were driving Southwa rd i n the lane at Woodland, headed toward their home about 9:00 in the m ornin g. Their car was coming the opposite direction. We stopped and aske d wher e they were going. Dad said he didn’t feel well and was going to M cNary t o see his doctor (Dysterheft). We asked them to return to the hou se and s uggested they get into our car to make the trip. When we arrive d at the H ospital the Doctor suggested that he be put into a hospital be d for check ing and observation.
Upon getting him comfortably settled in bed we drove back to their hom e . My mother was quite worried and tired so we decided to lie down and h av e a nap. All of us were sleeping when a messenger came to the door bea rin g the news that my Father had died. We drove to the Doctors house t o lear n the details of his death. He told us that Dad had a heart attac k of suc h a nature that the blood ceased immediate flow and there woul d have bee n no pain or struggle as he passed. The nurse, my cousin, Shir ley Stratto n Jones was present at the hospital on the occasion and confi rmed the doc tor’s observations that he was lying as peaceful as though h e had gone t o sleep when they discovered he had gone.
Since that time it has been difficult for my mother to accept the fact s t hat attended his passing. She had depended on him for so many of th e busi ness transactions and money and land management that she was mor e than co mmonly unaware of the way these affairs should be handled. Will s and deed s were in order but she had signed them with little knowledg e of why an d how business was conducted. She has done an admirable job o f getting th ings under control, but I feel that wives should share in th ose affairs a s they arise to prevent the frustrations of learning them u nder necessit y the hard way.
Forgiveness
In the move to Denver in 1957 (to work for Hansen Bros. Printing) ther e w ere some financial arrangements that did not please me fully. We enjo ye d our stay there for six years but in 1963 we found it necessary to le av e the corporation under duress. As it was a mental strain and a terrib l e emotional shock to us we harbored feelings against my brothers. In re tr ospect we realized this was the wrong attitude to have taken. There we r e blessings attendant to the move and the new job and schooling that sh ou ld more than offset the feelings of grudge that existed. My wife an d I ta lked it over and prayed about the solution of the difficulty.
With the encouragement of the spirit of the Holy Ghost we decided to g o t o Denver to the Piano Technicians Convention held in the New Albany H otel . While we were there we made contact with my borthers and visited w ith t hem asking their forgiveness for our errors and shortcomings hopin g tha t they could forgive us as we had forgiven them. It was a happy mee ting . There were tears of joy and a good feeling of having done the righ t thi ng. Since then, our peace of mind has been wonderful. It has also b rough t much comfort to our mother. She had suffered because of our estra ngemen t.
Now dear children and grandchildren, if you will remember a few simple w a ys of life that I have learned to be helpful, I believe you too will b e p rotected and preserved to have a fullness of joy and a certain satisf acti on that the clean life and obedient life is the only way.
These things observe to do; read the scriptures often and learn the wa y s of the Lord. Observe to pray both vocally and in secret continually . Pr ayer puts you in communication with your Heavenly Father. Keep all o f Hi s commandments and contribute more than you are asked to give to hel p bui ld His kingdom. This is the only sure way to be happy here and als o herea fter.

Lynn married Glenna McBride on 8 Jun 1938 in Mesa, Maricopa, Arizona, United States. Glenna (daughter of Rolla McBride and Lydia June Angell Matthews) was born on 27 Mar 1916 in Thatcher, Graham, Arizona, United States; died on 16 Apr 1983 in Florence, Pinal, Arizona, United States; was buried on 19 Apr 1983 in Provo, Utah, Utah, United States. [Group Sheet] [Family Chart]

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• FamilySearch ID: KWCJ-7B8
• Initiatory (LDS): 11 Jul 1940, SGEOR

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Obituary:

Our mother, Dona H. Ison, age 97, died of natural causes on November 2 0 , 2012 at the home of her daughter, Jana Ison Nelson.

On June 30, 1915, her father, Augustus Hansen, wrote in his journal, " W e got a baby girl." Mom was the 3rd of 12 children born to Augustus & L yd ia Whipple Hansen in the tiny town of Lakeside, AZ.

Mom grew up and began working her way through college by waitressing, co o king at a logging camp, cleaning the college president's home, and assi st ing mothers after they gave birth.

During those years, two serious boyfriends presented themselves. She cho s e the long-legged, red-headed Joseph Ison because of his integrity, wo r k ethic, and devotion to the Gospel of Jesus Christ. Mom and dad were m ar ried in the St. George LDS Temple on July 11, 1940 and moved to Twin F all s, ID on their honeymoon.

Eventually his job with Swift & Company poultry processors took them t o C aldwell, ID where they bought their own poultry farm. While Dad suppo rte d his family with the egg production of 10,000 hens, mom began to rai se c hicks of her own.

Six daughters arrived over the years. We girls had a mom determined to s c hool us in the homemaking arts. Thus our home became a hands-on incubat o r for cooking, sewing, canning, bread-making, cleanliness, thrift, an d or ganization. She also prayed nightly that somewhere in the world othe r par ents were raising wonderful sons to marry her daughters.

As we each grew up and flew the coop, mom's hobbies turned to quilting , e gg & cake decorating, porcelain baby dolls, dried flower pressing an d mos t of all, grandbabies.

In partnership with dad's calling as an LDS Stake President, she welcom e d LDS Apostles and future Prophets to our dining room table. She serve d w ith dad in the Boise LDS Temple for 20 years.

She survived breast cancer and heart disease in her 80s, but she could n o t avoid dementia in her late 90s. Though it robbed her of her memory , i t never took away her smile, graciousness, and sparkly-eyed delight o ve r a new great-grandbaby.

We girls are forever grateful for the skills she taught us and our husba n ds should thank their lucky stars for the whole wheat bread recipe sh e pa ssed on to us.

Mom and dad were married 67 years before his passing in December 2007. S i nce that time we girls give gratitude to caregivers, LaVora Sutton an d Ke ndra Browning, whose service allowed mom to live in her home until t hre e days before her death.

Mom is survived by five daughters: Jocile Wilson (Richard), of Bountifu l , Utah, Angela Nielson (Noel), of Preston, ID, Lora Dawn McKinley, of M er idian, ID, Jana Nelson (Kevin), of Nampa, ID and Kristen Carson (John) , o f Brownsburg, IN. We also claim two adopted sisters, Loretta Hales an d Na n Arnold. Other survivors include mom's sister, Loma Jones, of Hyrum , UT ; 28 grandchildren; and 43 great-grandchildren.

Along with dad, she was preceded in death by daughter and son-in-law, He r tha and Noel Hales, 10 siblings, and one great-grandchild.

Funeral services will be held at 10:00 a.m. Saturday, November 24, 2 0 1 2 a t the Caldwell Idaho East LDS Stake Center, 11792 Linden Rd. Cald we ll. A Viewing will be held from 7-9 p.m. Friday, November 23 at Zeye r Fun eral Chapel, 83 N Midland Blvd, Nampa (467-7300) and at the church , Satur day, from 9-9:45 a.m. prior to the services.

Idaho Press-Tribune, November 22, 2012

Dona married Joseph Richmond Ison on 11 Jul 1940 in St. George, Washington, Utah, United States. Joseph (son of Robert Lee Ison and Louie May Savage) was born on 9 Aug 1916 in Miami, Gila, Arizona, United States; died on 17 Dec 2007 in Caldwell, Canyon, Idaho, United States; was buried on 21 Dec 2007 in Caldwell, Canyon, Idaho, United States. [Group Sheet] [Family Chart]

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• FamilySearch ID: KWZM-TRP
• Initiatory (LDS): 5 Mar 1937, SLAKE

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Ross W. Hansen, 77, of Caldwell, died Monday, December 27, 1993, at a Bo i se hospital. Funeral services will be conducted at 11 a.m. Friday, Dece mb er 31, 1993, at the LDS Stake Center, Highway 30, Caldwell. Bishop Jam e s W. Radford will officiate. Burial will follow at the Middleton Cemete ry , under the direction of Flahiff Funeral Chapel, Caldwell.

Mr. Hansen was born December 14, 1916, at Woodland, (Lakeside), Arizon a , the fourth of twelve children born to Augustus and Lydia Whipple Hans en . He was reared and educated in Lakeside and was an active member of t h e FFA. He went to Kansas City with a cattle judging team where he too k th e individual award for judging beef cattle. There he earned a schola rshi p to Arizona State and was given a job offer from Swift Meat Company . H e served a mission in 1937 in the Texas Louisiana Mission for the Chu rc h of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints. He married Hazel Ferrell, wh o wa s to be his life companion for over 54 years, in the Salt Lake Templ e o n October 2, 1939, and the couple made their first home in Lakeside , Ariz ona, where Ross farmed with his father and brothers. During WWII h e suppl ied milk for Southwest Lumber Mills and the White River and Apach e India n Reservations. He was given a clergy deferment from the Army bec ause h e served as a second councilor in the Bishopric. Upon selling th e dairy h e went to work for Southwest Lumber Mills as a sawyer and the n as a woods -times-keeper. In January of 1948, Ross and Hazel moved to M iddleton. Fou r of Ross' children were born in Lakeside and a fifth chil d was born in C aldwell. In 1956 they moved to the Black Canyon Project n orth of Caldwel l where they have since resided.
Ross was very active in the LDS Church. During his activity, he serve d a s a Bishop's Counselor, High Councilman, three Stake missions, Scouti ng , numerous teaching positions and was a lifelong home teacher. His pre sen t calling in the Church was as a worker at the Boise Idaho Temple. Da d de dicated his life to the service of his God, his family and neighbor s arou nd him.

He is survived by his wife, Hazel; a son and daughter-in-law, Merli n K . and Marlene Hansen of Eagle; three daughters and sons-in-law, Elain e an d James Atkinson of Middleton, Cheryl and Glen Forsberg of Middleto n an d Mary Beth and Larry Arstrong of Arimo, Idaho; 22 grandchildren; 1 0 grea t-grandchildren; 2 sisters and brothers-in-law, Dona and Jo Ison o f Caldw ell, Loma and Grayson Jones of Hyrum, Utah; two brothers and sist ers-in-l aw, Bruce and Barbara Hansen and Boyd DeRae Hansen, all of Littl eton, Col orado; two sisters-in-law, Nonda Hansen of Wilcox, Arizona, an d Chloe Han sen of Littleton, Colorado; and numerous nieces and nephews.

He was preceded in death by his parents, two sisters, five brothers, a s o n, Ross Ferrell Hansen, and a grandson, David Brent Hansen.

Idaho Press-Tribune, Wednesday, December 29, 1993

Ross married Hazel Ferrell on 2 Oct 1939 in Salt Lake City, Salt Lake, Utah, United States. Hazel (daughter of Benjamin Pierce Ferrell and Mary Elizabeth Mitchell) was born on 22 Jun 1918 in Lehi, Utah, Utah, United States; died on 17 Jun 2000 in Boise, Ada, Idaho, United States; was buried on 22 Jun 2000 in Middleton, Canyon, Idaho, United States. [Group Sheet] [Family Chart]

Other Events and Attributes:

• FamilySearch ID: KWZQ-6W7
• Initiatory (LDS): 14 Feb 1941, ARIZO

Gus married Nonda Davis on 14 Feb 1941 in Mesa, Maricopa, Arizona, United States. Nonda (daughter of Clarence Delwin Davis and Mary Ethel Ferrin) was born on 12 Jun 1919 in Pima, Graham, Arizona, United States; died on 3 Apr 2003 in Winslow, Navajo, Arizona, United States; was buried on 7 Apr 2003 in Pinetop, Navajo, Arizona, United States. [Group Sheet] [Family Chart]

Other Events and Attributes:

• FamilySearch ID: KWZL-53D
• Initiatory (LDS): 1 Jun 1942, SLAKE

Whipple married Barbara Morgan on 1 Jun 1942 in Salt Lake City, Salt Lake, Utah, United States. Barbara (daughter of Samuel Leroy Morgan and Alta Smith) was born on 8 Jul 1919 in Preston, Franklin, Idaho, United States; died on 29 Nov 2002; was buried on 6 Dec 2002 in Denver, Denver, Colorado, United States. [Group Sheet] [Family Chart]

Other Events and Attributes:

• FamilySearch ID: KWJC-1SY
• Initiatory (LDS): 27 Jun 1947, ARIZO

Elda married Henry Alden Whetten, Jr on 1 Aug 1947 in Mesa, Maricopa, Arizona, United States. Henry (son of Henry Alden Whetten and Lilly Mae Beecroft) was born on 2 Nov 1922 in Colonia Dublán, Nuevo Casas Grandes, Chihuahua, México; died on 25 Feb 2017 in Mesa, Maricopa, Arizona, United States; was buried on 4 Mar 2017 in City of Mesa Cemetery, Maricopa, Arizona, United States. [Group Sheet] [Family Chart]

Other Events and Attributes:

• FamilySearch ID: KW8D-MHF
• Initiatory (LDS): 9 Aug 1945, LOGAN

Dean married Chloe Rogers on 9 Aug 1945 in Logan, Cache, Utah, United States. Chloe (daughter of Charles Roseberry Rogers and Gladys Haws) was born on 26 May 1926 in Pima, Graham, Arizona, United States; died on 20 Aug 2015 in Littleton, Arapahoe, Colorado, United States; was buried in Littleton, Arapahoe, Colorado, United States. [Group Sheet] [Family Chart]

Other Events and Attributes:

• FamilySearch ID: KWCT-4PG
• Initiatory (LDS): 10 Jun 1949, ARIZO

Notes:

Obituary: Loma Hansen Jones
July 12, 1925 - April s1, 2018
Loma passed away peacefully in her sleep at her home in Hyrum, Utah, o n t he beautiful Easter morning of April 1, 2018. She was born to Augustu s an d Lydia Hansen in their hometown of Lakeside, Arizona, number nine o f 1 2 children, nine of whom lived to adulthood. She was a happy Child, s pend ing much of her time working with and enjoying her family. She like d scho ol and loved playing under the shade of the ponderosa pines and o n the ba nks of Billy Creek behind their home in town. She liked to tel l people th at she graduated from high school second in her class (it wa s a class o f two). During her single years she served a mission in the N ew England S tates for The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints an d continued d eveloping her musical talents on the piano and organ whil e living in Mesa , Arizona; Caldwell, Idaho; and Salt Lake City, Utah.
On May 10, 1956, she married Grayson Jones in the Salt Lake LDS Temple , b eginning a family and new life on a ranch along the Green River 40 mi le s northeast of Kemmerer, Wyoming. They were blessed with five children , f our boys and a girl who sadly passed away shortly after birth. She lo ve d her husband and the children dearly, but the Wyoming ranch life, may b e not so much. In 1965 they moved to Hyrum, Utah, where they lived th e re mainder of their lives. Throughout her life Loma has been actively i nvolv ed in The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints serving in ma ny cap acities, most of which involved playing the piano or organ. Her fi rst lov e and primary focus was her family.
Loma is survived by her four sons, 18 grandchildren and 15 great-grandch i ldren. Surviving sons and spouses are: Kevin and Chirle Jones of Hyrum , U tah; Tyrell and Ranae Jones of La Barge, Wyoming; Duane and Bonnie Jo ne s of La Barge, Wyoming; and Scott and Wendy Jones of Smithfield, Utah.
She was preceded in death by her husband Grayson in 2007, her parents, a l l of her siblings, her daughter, Lydia, and one grandchild, Kendon Jone s.
Funeral services will be held Saturday, April 7, 2018, at 11 a.m . i n t h e Hyrum 10th Ward chapel, 125 N. 400 West. Friends may call a t Nels on Funeral Home, 162 E. 400 North, Logan, on Friday from 6 to 8 p. m. an d at the church Saturday from 9:30 to 10:30 a.m. Interment will b e in th e Hyrum City Cemetery. Condolences may be sent to the family onli ne at ww w. nelsonfuneralhome.com.

Loma married Grayson Hyrum Jones on 10 May 1956 in Salt Lake City, Salt Lake, Utah, United States. Grayson (son of Harold Guy Jones and Mary Grayson) was born on 15 Apr 1922 in Tabiona, Duchesne, Utah, United States; died on 27 May 2007 in Logan, Cache, Utah, United States; was buried on 1 Jun 2007 in Hyrum, Cache, Utah, United States. [Group Sheet] [Family Chart]

Other Events and Attributes:

• FamilySearch ID: KWCG-YY6
• Initiatory (LDS): 1 Dec 1948

Other Events and Attributes:

• Initiatory (LDS): Not Needed
• FamilySearch ID: KWVH-8Q6

Other Events and Attributes:

• Initiatory (LDS): Not Needed
• FamilySearch ID: KWVH-8QV

Other Events and Attributes:

• FamilySearch ID: KW8Q-PTF
• Initiatory (LDS): 3 Jan 1950, ARIZO

Curtis married Eva Mae Montierth on 20 Aug 1943 in Mesa, Maricopa, Arizona, United States. Eva (daughter of Benjamin Leonard Montierth and Ethel Henrietta Wootan) was born on 7 Mar 1924 in Alhambra, Los Angeles, California, United States; died on 9 Nov 2008 in Glendale, Maricopa, Arizona, United States; was buried in Phoenix, Maricopa, Arizona, United States. [Group Sheet] [Family Chart]

Other Events and Attributes:

• Initiatory (LDS): COMPLETED
• FamilySearch ID: KW8G-FD6

Betty married George Henry Alcorn on 30 Jan 1943 in Tempe, Maricopa, Arizona, United States. George (son of Newton Burley Alcorn and Alice Marie Coker) was born on 31 Mar 1923 in Indiana, United States; died on 14 Dec 2005 in West Terre Haute, Vigo, Indiana, United States; was buried in West Terre Haute, Vigo, Indiana, United States. [Group Sheet] [Family Chart]

Betty married Gorden Kenneth Knutson on 9 Feb 1964 in Los Angeles, Los Angeles, California, United States. Gorden (son of Amund Knutson and Olga Otterstad) was born on 24 Feb 1927 in Northwood, Grand Forks, North Dakota, United States; died on 9 Apr 2004 in El Monte, Los Angeles, California, United States; was buried in Covina, Los Angeles, California, United States. [Group Sheet] [Family Chart]

Other Events and Attributes:

• Initiatory (LDS): Not Needed
• FamilySearch ID: 99SY-P5R

Other Events and Attributes:

• FamilySearch ID: KWCB-7NY
• Initiatory (LDS): 25 Sep 1934, ARIZO

Ariel married Velva Marie Heatherly on 10 Jan 1937 in Greenville, Greenville, South Carolina, United States. Velva (daughter of James Oscar Heatherly and Ida Eugenia Von Hollen) was born on 24 Aug 1915 in Greenville, Greenville, South Carolina, United States; died on 27 Sep 1997 in Mesa, Maricopa, Arizona, United States; was buried in City of Mesa Cemetery, Maricopa, Arizona, United States. [Group Sheet] [Family Chart]

Other Events and Attributes:

• FamilySearch ID: K27B-YGN
• Initiatory (LDS): 13 Apr 1933, ARIZO

Other Events and Attributes:

• FamilySearch ID: KWCB-G42
• Initiatory (LDS): 23 Sep 1937, ARIZO

Family/Spouse: Unknown. [Group Sheet] [Family Chart]

Other Events and Attributes:

• FamilySearch ID: LXWY-LNV
• Initiatory (LDS): 7 Apr 1942, ARIZO

Notes:

Obituary:
Melba Cooley Stradling, 95 of Lindon, Utah, passed away October 19, 201 6 . Melba was born in Gilbert, Arizona December 11, 1920 to Freeman and P ea rl Cooley. She was married to the late Haskell V. Stradling in the Mes a A rizona Temple April 10, 1942. Together they raised seven children . A life time Arizona resident, Melba lived a life of service to her fami ly and ot hers who knew her. She served a mission with her husband for th e Church o f Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints to the Nashville, Tennesse e Mission . They served their entire mission in Morgantown, Kentucky wher e they mad e new lifetime friends.

Melba was a dedicated and sweet example of Motherhood to her children a n d her posterity. Melba had an interest in health and natural healing a n d was great in the kitchen. She could take any recipe and make a health ie r version. Many who met Melba wanted to know how to live like she did.

Melba’s family consists of: her beloved late husband, Haskell, who prece d ed her in death in 2005; her children: M. Brent (Bettie), Jolaine (Way n e Moffett), Denna deceased in 2011 (Gail Marble), Greg (Fay), Sally dec ea sed 2003 (Martin Hornberger), Lonnie (Dawna), and Katherine (Lee Hendr ick s); 52 grandchildren; 111 great-grandchildren; 12 great-great-grandch ildr en; Melba is also survived by a sister, Velma Huffaker, and a brothe r, Ch arles Cooley, both of Arizona.

Funeral Services for Melba will be Saturday, October 22, 2016 at the Lin d on Central Stake Center, 56 East 600 North, Lindon, UT 84042 at 4:0 0 P M . There will be a viewing prior to the services from 2:30-3:30. Mel ba wil l be buried in the Mesa City Cemetery alongside her husband. Ther e will b e a Graveside service Monday, October 24, 2016 at the Mesa Cit y Cemeter y at 12:00 noon.

Melba married Haskell Vaud Stradling on 10 Apr 1942 in Mesa, Maricopa, Arizona, United States. Haskell (son of Joseph Obadiah Stradling, Jr and Harriet Jane Lamb) was born on 15 Oct 1918 in St. Johns, Apache, Arizona, United States; died on 16 Sep 2005 in Mesa, Maricopa, Arizona, United States; was buried on 20 Sep 2005 in City of Mesa Cemetery, Maricopa, Arizona, United States. [Group Sheet] [Family Chart]

Other Events and Attributes:

• FamilySearch ID: LF9M-WL7
• Initiatory (LDS): 14 Jan 1943, ARIZO

Velma married Grant Bentley Huffaker on 13 Jan 1943 in Maricopa, Pinal, Arizona, United States. Grant (son of Lloyd Elroy Huffaker and Zelma Bentley) was born on 8 May 1924 in Mesa, Maricopa, Arizona, United States; died on 18 Apr 2014 in Mesa, Maricopa, Arizona, United States; was buried on 23 Apr 2014 in Mesa, Maricopa, Arizona, United States. [Group Sheet] [Family Chart]

Other Events and Attributes:

• FamilySearch ID: KWZS-PC9
• Initiatory (LDS): 10 Mar 1950

Marvin married Barbara Ann Wright on 20 Jul 1962 in Las Vegas, Clark, Nevada, United States. Barbara (daughter of Lorenzo Harold Wright and Leah Thomas) was born on 1 Sep 1935 in Provo, Utah, Utah, United States; was christened on 3 Nov 1935 in Mesa, Maricopa, Arizona, United States; died on 3 Jan 2013 in Mesa, Maricopa, Arizona, United States; was buried in Mesa, Maricopa, Arizona, United States. [Group Sheet] [Family Chart]

Other Events and Attributes:

• FamilySearch ID: KWZ6-3PK
• Initiatory (LDS): 6 May 1948, ARIZO

Notes:

Charles Osborne Cooley was born March 14, 1929 in Mesa, Arizona. He pass e d away peacefully Tuesday, June 27 in Mesa. He suffered from congestiv e h eart failure, but was never an invalid until the last 3 days of his l ife . He remained good natured and grateful until the very end of his jou rney .

Charles farmed, sold insurance and was active in The Church of Jesus Chr i st of Latter-day-Saints. He loved being in the outdoors hunting, campin g , and climbing mountains. He climbed Mt. Whitney the last time at age 7 0.

Charles married Lornell Hostetter on 22 Jun 1948 in Mesa, Maricopa, Arizona, United States. Lornell (daughter of Loren Joseph Hostetter and Helen Roxie Matthews) was born on 21 Oct 1929 in Mesa, Maricopa, Arizona, United States; died on 11 Dec 2007 in Kingman, Mohave, Arizona, United States; was buried in City of Mesa Cemetery, Maricopa, Arizona, United States. [Group Sheet] [Family Chart]

Other Events and Attributes:

• FamilySearch ID: KWZS-PXN
• Initiatory (LDS): 17 Apr 1956, ARIZO

Other Events and Attributes:

• FamilySearch ID: KW8Y-RM5
• Initiatory (LDS): 30 May 1947, ARIZO

Other Events and Attributes:

• FamilySearch ID: LFJQ-PVX
• Initiatory (LDS): 3 Jun 1947, ARIZO

Metta married Von Rawlings Nielsen on 4 Jun 1947 in Mesa, Maricopa, Arizona, United States. Von (son of Harvey James Nielsen and Almeda Rawlings) was born on 13 Jul 1920 in Preston, Franklin, Idaho, United States; died on 26 Nov 2006 in Omaha, Douglas, Nebraska, United States; was buried on 2 Dec 2006 in St. George, Washington, Utah, United States. [Group Sheet] [Family Chart]

Other Events and Attributes:

• FamilySearch ID: LNVQ-YY4
• Initiatory (LDS): 4 Nov 1954, ARIZO

Barbara married Ward Spencer Mace on 24 Dec 1946 in Mesa, Maricopa, Arizona, United States. Ward (son of Wandle Henry Mace and Nabby Spencer) was born on 23 Dec 1921 in Kanab, Kane, Utah, United States; died on 2 Jan 2014 in Kaysville, Davis, Utah, United States; was buried on 7 Jan 2014 in Kaysville City Cemetery, Davis, Utah, United States. [Group Sheet] [Family Chart]

Other Events and Attributes:

• FamilySearch ID: KWJ4-GQW
• Initiatory (LDS): 22 Mar 1945

Other Events and Attributes:

• Initiatory (LDS): Not Needed
• FamilySearch ID: K2WQ-ML5

Other Events and Attributes:

• FamilySearch ID: KW4T-7HH
• Initiatory (LDS): 11 Jan 1951, SLAKE

Notes:

Obituary:
Pleasant View - Walter Leroy Whipple, 80, passed away peacefully Monda y , November 28, 2011 due to an ongoing heart condition. He was born Apr i l 22, 1931 in Long Beach, California, the son of Augustus Leon Whippl e an d Francis Willis Whipple. He was an active member of the LDS Church . He s erved a mission in Wisconsin and Quincy, Illinois. He graduated wi th BS a nd MS degrees from BYU in 1959.

Walt married Carol Handy; they had 4 children. They were later divorce d . In 1971 he and Julie Fay Myers Watkins were married in the LA Temple ; t hey had two sons.

He was regional manager for Allied Van Lines and was relocated to Nort h O gden where he spent 35 years involved in Real Estate. Walt was note d fo r his sense of humor and loved to share it with others.

Preceding him in death was his eldest daughter, Sherri Lynn Larsen.

Surviving him is his wife, Julie; their two sons, Aaron and Lance; his s o n, David and daughters, Lisa Dixon and Lori Byers; along with 21 grandc hi ldren and 18 great-grandchildren.

Funeral services will be held at 12 Noon on Saturday, December 3, 2 0 1 1 a t the Pleasant View 10th Ward, 3602 North 500 West. A viewing wi l l be held on Friday, December 2nd from 6 to 8 p.m. at Myers Ogden Mortu ar y, 845 Washington Blvd. and Saturday at the church from 11:30 to 11:50 . I nterment, Ben Lomond Cemetery, North Ogden.

In lieu of flowers, Walt has asked that donations be made to the LDS Per p etual Education Fund or Primary children's Hospital.

Family/Spouse: Carol Hardy. [Group Sheet] [Family Chart]

Walter married Julie Fay Myers in 1971. [Group Sheet] [Family Chart]

Other Events and Attributes:

• Initiatory (LDS): COMPLETED, ARIZO
• FamilySearch ID: KWDR-1LQ

Marilyn married Living [Group Sheet] [Family Chart]

Other Events and Attributes:

• Initiatory (LDS): Not Needed
• FamilySearch ID: KWVR-JVD

Other Events and Attributes:

• FamilySearch ID: LBS3-TSF
• Initiatory (LDS): 27 Sep 1969, ARIZO

Valden married Denavar Lenore Averett on 4 Jul 1964 in Las Vegas, Clark, Nevada, United States. Denavar (daughter of Joseph Orvil Averett and Nedra Brown) was born on 27 Oct 1939 in Kanab, Kane, Utah, United States; died on 30 Jun 2018 in St. George, Washington, Utah, United States; was buried on 7 Jul 2018 in Kanab, Kane, Utah, United States. [Group Sheet] [Family Chart]

Other Events and Attributes:

• Initiatory (LDS): Not Needed
• FamilySearch ID: KFFK-8J5

Other Events and Attributes:

• FamilySearch ID: KWHZ-BG7
• Initiatory (LDS): 7 Jan 1964, SLAKE

Family/Spouse: Unknown. [Group Sheet] [Family Chart]

Other Events and Attributes:

• FamilySearch ID: KWH4-ZNJ
• Initiatory (LDS): 6 Aug 1965, IFALL

Notes:

Obituary: Hertha Hales

Funeral services for Hertha Hales, 46, of Nampa, who died Sunday, Jan. 2 1 , 1990, at the Nampa hospital, will be conducted at 2 p.m. Thursday, Ja n . 25, at the Nampa Church of Latter-day Saints Stake Center, 1500 Smit h A ve. Ext. Bishop Norman Holm, bishop of the Nampa 2nd Ward LDS Churc h wil l officiate. Interment will follow in the Hillcrest Memorial Garden s. Ser vices are under the direction of the Alsip Funeral Chapel, Nampa.

Hertha was born Dec. 7, 1943, at Caldwell, Idaho, to Joseph and Dona Han s en Ison. She was reared and educated in Caldwell, graduating from Caldw el l High School. She attended Brigham Young University from 1962 to 196 6 an d majored in drama. She married Noel Hales Aug. 4, 1965, in the Idah o Fal ls LDS Temple. They lived in Provo until 1966, when they came to Na mpa wh ere they had since resided.

Hertha was a member of the Nampa 2nd Ward LDS Church. She had been ver y a ctive in her church and at the present time was the stake Relief Soci et y president. She was also involved in many stake and ward drama produc tio ns. Hertha was active in community affairs, being co-director of th e Namp a Centennial Pageant. She was also an accomplished seamstress. Her tha tau ght sewing classes for many years in Nampa and Boise. She had wo n the pro fessional home sewing award at the Western Idaho Fair for man y years.

She is survived by her husband, Noel of Nampa; three daughters, Tiffan y H ales, attending BYU in Provo, Utah, and Arianne Hales and Ciarran Hal es , both at home; a son, Jeron Hales at home, her parents, Joseph and Do n a Ison, Caldwell; five sisters, Jocile Wilson, Bountiful, Utah, Angel a Ni elson, Preston, Idaho, Lora Dawn McKinely, Boise, Jana Nelson, Nampa , an d Kristen Carson, Indianapolis, Ind.; and numerous nieces and nephew s .

Friends may call at the Alsip Funeral Chapel from 5 to 9 p.m. today an d f rom 8 a.m. to 9 p.m. Wednesday; and Thursday from 1 to 1:45 p.m. at t he N ampa LDS Stake Center. The family will greet friends at the Alsip Fu nera l Chapel Wednesday from 7 to 9 p.m.

The family suggests memorials be made to the World Missionary Fund, c/ o B ishop Norman Holm, 114 Meyer Ave., Nampa 83651; Nampa Civic Center, c /o C ity Hall, Nampa; or flowers may be sent .

Idaho Press-Tribune, Tuesday, January 23, 1990 — 11A

Hertha married George Noel Hales on 6 Aug 1965 in Idaho Falls, Bonneville, Idaho, United States. George (son of Leonidas Kennard Hales and Clarissa Gayle Bunderson) was born on 15 Oct 1939 in Nampa, Canyon, Idaho, United States; died on 13 Dec 2009 in Boise, Ada, Idaho, United States; was buried in Hillcrest Memorial Gardens, Caldwell, Canyon, Idaho, United States. [Group Sheet] [Family Chart]

Family/Spouse: Noel Nielson. [Group Sheet] [Family Chart]

Family/Spouse: McKinley. [Group Sheet] [Family Chart]

Family/Spouse: Kevin Nelson. [Group Sheet] [Family Chart]

Family/Spouse: John Carson. [Group Sheet] [Family Chart]

Other Events and Attributes:

• Initiatory (LDS): COMPLETED, IFALL
• FamilySearch ID: KWJC-1S4

Notes:

In December of 1940 my parents were expecting their first baby. They liv e d in a small building that was home to them in Lakeside, Arizona. I t i s a common impression of people that Arizona is a warm state; however , th e elevation of Lakeside is about 8,000 feet with pine trees and get s real ly cold in the winter The week that I was born it was very cold an d it ha d snowed each day.
Because of the weather, my grandmother Hansen lined the walls of the cab i n with blankets to keep the wind out. During the afternoon of Decembe r 9t h the snow started again and soon it became a blizzard. My mother st arte d into labor that afternoon, The family sent for a doctor to come an d hel p with the birth. I was born at nine the following morning, the fir st o f Ross Wells Hansen and Hazel Ferrell's children .
Shortly after I was born my Dad began to direct a play. According to m y m other I really did love to go places away from home.
Nothing exciting happened during my first year of life. Close to my fir s t birthday Pearl Harbor was bombed by the Japanese. My parents waited b re athlessly in fear that my Dad would be called to serve in the war. Sev era l times he was called but each time he had a legal reason for stayin g hom e.
Throughout the following years I suffered a broken arm, turkey fights a n d many some incidents. I remember being taken to the hospital and give n s hots for various diseases. One day very early in my life it was disco vere d that I had an undescended testicle which had caused a hernia. I wa s giv en numerous shots which failed to do any good. Later when I was fiv e we h ad moved to a ranch just outside of Lakeside. This is where my lif e reall y began. My uncle Gus had a little paint mare, black and white, w hich h e called Paint. He told me jokingly that if I would break her to r ide tha t I could have her. Well with his and my dad's help I finally mad e it . I got the horse and between the two of us we had some rather excit ing t ime. One day I dressed like an Indian and took a cocoa bath. I wen t t o a parade and won a prize because with my get up and my painthors e I rea lly looked like an Indian. At another parade I dressed up lik e a gold min or and dressed my horse in the same manner. I tied a fring p an and a spoo n on together. When the spoon bounced

Other Events and Attributes:

• FamilySearch ID: KW41-9CL
• Initiatory (LDS): 15 Mar 1967, ARIZO

Other Events and Attributes:

• Initiatory (LDS): In Progress
• FamilySearch ID: LRLT-LJ2

Other Events and Attributes:

• Initiatory (LDS): Not Needed
• FamilySearch ID: MWV4-NBV

Other Events and Attributes:

• FamilySearch ID: KWZL-DXK
• Initiatory (LDS): 14 Aug 1984, ARIZO

Other Events and Attributes:

• Initiatory (LDS): Not Needed
• FamilySearch ID: KWNT-B1R