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Has 2 ancestors and 10 descendants in this family tree.
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| Name |
Adrienne Woolley |
| Birth |
6 Feb 1897 |
Preston, Franklin, Idaho, United States  |
| Gender |
Female |
| Initiatory (LDS) |
25 Sep 1918 |
SLAKE |
| FamilySearch ID |
KWCP-TYQ |
| Death |
18 Mar 1982 |
Ogden, Weber, Utah, United States |
| Burial |
20 Mar 1982 |
Whitney Cemetery, Franklin, Idaho, United States |
| Person ID |
I50512 |
mytree |
| Last Modified |
25 Feb 2024 |
| Father |
Ezra Foss Woolley, b. 16 Feb 1865, Salt Lake City, Salt Lake, Utah, United States d. 20 Dec 1933, Dayton, Franklin, Idaho, United States (Age 68 years) |
| Mother |
Grace Ann Hemenway, b. 10 May 1866, St. George, Washington, Utah, United States d. 13 May 1939, Preston, Franklin, Idaho, United States (Age 73 years) |
| Marriage |
13 Apr 1887 |
St. George, Washington, Utah, United States |
| Family ID |
F9729 |
Group Sheet | Family Chart |
| Family |
Lloyd Neeley Beckstead, b. 16 Sep 1897, Whitney, Franklin, Idaho, United States d. 2 Aug 1974, Preston, Franklin, Idaho, United States (Age 76 years) |
| Marriage |
25 Sep 1918 |
Salt Lake City, Salt Lake, Utah, United States |
| Children |
| | 1. Shirley Beckstead, b. 28 Jan 1920, Preston, Franklin, Idaho, United States d. 9 Dec 1982 (Age 62 years) |
| | 2. Lloyd Neeley Beckstead, Jr, b. 16 May 1923, Preston, Franklin, Idaho, United States d. 18 Nov 1979, Salt Lake City, Salt Lake, Utah, United States (Age 56 years) |
| + | 3. Spencer Woolley Beckstead, b. 4 Oct 1927, Preston, Franklin, Idaho, United States d. 23 Aug 1997, Bethany, Oklahoma, Oklahoma, United States (Age 69 years) |
| + | 4. David Woolley Beckstead, b. 6 May 1932, Whitney, Franklin, Idaho, United States d. 10 Jun 2018, Whitney, Franklin, Idaho, United States (Age 86 years) |
| | 5. Anthony Woolley Beckstead, b. 24 Dec 1937, Preston, Franklin, Idaho, United States d. 30 Jul 2001, Bountiful, Davis, Utah, United States (Age 63 years) |
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| Family ID |
F18796 |
Group Sheet | Family Chart |
| Last Modified |
16 Jan 2025 |
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 | Birth - 6 Feb 1897 - Preston, Franklin, Idaho, United States |
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 | Initiatory (LDS) - 25 Sep 1918 - SLAKE |
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 | Marriage - 25 Sep 1918 - Salt Lake City, Salt Lake, Utah, United States |
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 | Death - 18 Mar 1982 - Ogden, Weber, Utah, United States |
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 | Burial - 20 Mar 1982 - Whitney Cemetery, Franklin, Idaho, United States |
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| Notes |
- ADRIENNE WOOLLEY BECKSTEAD
I was born at Preston, Franklin County, Idaho, on February 6, 1897. My p a rents, Ezra Foss Woolley and Grace Hemenway were very good people. The y w ere truthful, kind, and religious. My mother was very modest and chas te . We never heard a vulgar story in our home. My parents had just move d fr om Kanab, Utah, when I was born. My father had been called to Presto n t o teach school in the old Oneida Stake Academy. He was glad for thi s cal l because he had just gone through three years of drought in the Ka nab Co unty and had to sell out his brand for a very small amount.
At the time of my birth, Preston was a very small village. A square, a b l ock each way contained the old Oneida Academy. The high school and Jeff er son school (Jr. high) have been added. We lived kitty corner (the corn e r of 2nd East) from the swamp, which was north of the Academy. The swa m p was later filled in to become the football stadium. At that early ti m e the Academy square was a child’s paradise. A high fence surrounded i t ; a flat board along the top made it possible to walk along the fence w a y up in the air. We felt very adventurous. Within the square ran a litt l e stream. Wild flowers, Sweet Williams, Buttercups, Sego Lilies, and Bl u e Bells grew there. We would gather our treasures and take them home t o f ill our mother’s cups and glasses. The scent of flowers still bring s bac k many a happy thought.
My family consisted of my parents, four sisters, and one brother. My fat h er was a bright, studious man with a strong sense of honor and a good s en se of humor. He never ceased to study, and was interested in neighbors , f riends, relatives, religion, and politics. His word was his bond. I f I co uld ever get him to promise me something, I knew it was mine. He n ever br oke his promise to me in his life. He read for information and pl easure . I have seen him laugh and chuckle aloud while reading Alice in W onderla nd. I have also seen him cry until the tears ran down his cheek s at somet hing sad in his story. He died strong in the faith of the gosp el.
We lived next door to the Joseph S. Geddes family. There was just a f e nce separating our homes and all Vera Geddes and I had to do was clim b th rough a fence to get together. Our pasture was a block north (kitty- corne red) from where the Geddes family later built their brick home. We' d tak e our cows from the Matthias Cowley barn over there to pasture. Tha t's th e corner on Second East and Oneida, where Dr. M. O. Merrill lived . At th e turn of the century there was a big open field on that corner , and that 's where father pastured our cows."
My mother came from a very cultured family. Her father was Luther Single t on Hemenway, and her mother was a very strict Englishwoman, Harriet Hod gs on.
My sister Grace was a very beautiful girl, a schoolteacher, and a regist e red nurse. She taught me many things about keeping my children health y an d caring for them when they were ill. She assisted at the birth of m y son , Lloyd. She married the son of our neighbor--Joseph A. Geddes. H e becam e the principal of the Oneida Stake Academy where I went to schoo l.
My second sister, Leah, was always full of love for children and charita b le deeds for everyone who needed her. She was a wonderful seamstress. S h e went blind at about the age of 65 and was blind for the last ten yea r s of her life. (Unfortunately, she married a polygamist apostate whic h sa ddened the family.)
My sister, Effie, was an ardent Democrat and couldn’t see much good in a n y Republican except me. She was very orderly, neat, and clean to a faul t , almost. She was a great reader and read all the seven volumes of th e hi story of the church. She has read all the Standard Works of the chur ch ma ny times; she also has ready many histories of nations, books on ps ycholo gy, sociology, novels, etc.
My sister, Thelma, was very idealistic, very honest, clean, and uprigh t . She was very valiant in her testimony of the gospel. She died at th e ag e of 45, leaving three motherless, and to all intents, fatherless ch ildre n.
My brother, Ezra, who it took many years to grow out of the spoiling giv e n him by a worshipping mother and father and five sisters who thought t h e Lord had really done something when He sent them a boy, did very wel l o n a farm in Boise Valley. He was very happy in the latter part of hi s lif e.
It seems to me that I must have spent a lot of my very young life unde r t he table. I have been told many times by my mother that the minute co mpan y came I would run and crawl under the table to hide. As Father wa s a sch oolteacher, and I had three very popular older sisters, we natura lly ha d a lot of company; so hence, I spent a lot of time under the tabl e.
I remember having wonderful playmates as I grew up—very nice, clean gir l s who turned out to be good, clean women—Jennie and Marta Nelson, Edn a Pa cker Stokes, Ann Thomas, Vera Geddes Merrill, Lucia Thomander Nelson , Vur vian Daines Daniels. They all had a hand in my growing up. They al l had h igh standards and I tried to live up to them.
I remember a summer day spent with the Primary officers of the 1st war d . I was about nine years old. Sister Agnes Thomas and her officers plan ne d a day in the canyon. She invited her daughter Gwen and me to go. W e dro ve to Cub River in a white top buggy. It was a big adventure. The w omen c ared for the horses and the lunch. We started early in the mornin g so w e could have lots of time to wade in the river and listen to its s ound . I can remember the lovely canyon smell that began just after we pa sse d the old power house.
Cub River was not so lived in then as it is now. Just a few small hous e s were found along the valley. The road was narrow and rutted. We coul d s mell good black dirt when we came to a mud puddle. Everyone must “pil e ou t” to see how deep the mud was. We couldn’t get the horses stuck!
When we returned from this happy day, we were greeted with the news th a t our neighbor boy, Rudolph Petersen, had been struck by lightening an d k illed. Everyone said that he had been called to go prepare a home fo r hi s mother to come to in heaven. This thought comforted me a lot.
I remember a little about polygamy at our house. The church was teachi n g against the practice of polygamy because it was after the manifesto . Ho wever, Father’s cousin, Brother Matthias Cowley, would not fall in l ine . Father had always loved this older cousin, and our families had bee n ve ry close. Therefore, Father had it in his mind to join the polygamis ts. O ne day, when he was postmaster, he put an apple in Miss Annie Frost ’s mai lbox. She was teaching at the academy. Mother removed the apple fr om th e box, and Miss Frost married the music teacher, Brother Ottie.
I remember Brother Cowley coming to our place to visit. When it was ti m e for him to go, Mother went outside to check to see if it was safe fo r h im to go over to his 2nd wife’s place. The next day Father drove hi m ove r to Cache Junction to board the train so he wouldn’t have to be se en i n Preston. His daughter Laura Cowley Brossard and I went along in th e whi te top for the ride.
I remember being out on a hay farm with my father helping load hay. Th e s un beat down and I longed for a cold drink. After the hay was loaded , I w ent across the street to a small log cabin with yellow roses growin g to g et a drink. A fine old music teacher and his family lived there. H e had s uch a kind face; maybe that is why I have had such a tender spo t in my he art for school teachers—that and the fact that my father was o ne. My olde st son, Lloyd Jr. is a fine music teacher, and I love him fo r it .
My father was postmaster when I was about six. When he was called on a m i ssion to the New England States, my mother was given the postmaster jo b . He had the habit of gathering all the children in the neighborhood ab ou t him in the evening and telling us stories. I remember so much for be in g only six! Father told me all the Bible stories from Adam through th e Ol d Testament in order. I never forgot the order those stories were in .
When I was about thirteen, we moved to a ranch in Cub River. We move d i n the spring. I can still hear the rushing of the river, swollen wit h th e fast melting snow. Old Plum was what we called the ranch because o f th e many plum trees growing there and also because we thought the ranc h wa s going to be a “plum” in our lap. For about three years we rode hor ses , walked about the hills, fished, hunted wild chickens, and milked co ws . We attended church a lot. There was no other recreation except an oc cas ional dance. The things I remember with tenderest feelings of the ran ch a re the heavily scented wild roses. They grew along the streams and p aths— large, deep pink ones. We learned they didn’t last long in the hous e; the y were nicest out where they grew. We had company all the summer s through . I wonder now what Mother thought about it .
While at Cub River I acted as secretary to the Sunday School and prima r y teacher with Annie Neff Merrill as president. I was a counselor in t h e Mutual with Vurvian Daniels as president. I attended high school at t h e old Oneida Academy from 1915 to 1917. The next year I attended the Un iv ersity of Utah. I lived with my sister Leah and her husband, Laurenc e Sim mons. They were very good to me. I can remember walking down from t he Uni versity to 1st avenue along D street when the lilacs were in bloom . Sal t Lake had many beautiful lilacs at that time. My sister Grace ha d lovel y lilacs at her home, and she gave me starts to plant on my thre e homes . They are still blooming every year.
In the fall of 1918, September 26th, I married Lloyd Neeley Beckstea d i n the Salt Lake Temple. We built a home on a forty acre piece of grou nd h is father Amasa sold us. Later we bought the old homestead from hi s fathe r. We have built two nice brick homes on it. We have five, everyo ne alway s says, wonderful children—Shirley, Lloyd Jr., Spencer W., Davi d W., an d Anthony W.
I have always been active in church work. It has sustained me, educate d m e, helped me raise the children, and been the guiding light of my lif e . I have taught in Primary, Sunday School, Genealogical Organization, s er ved on the Relief Society and Primary Stake Boards. I have taught in a l l of the departments of the Relief Society, worked in the presidency o f t he Mutual and twice in the Relief Society presidency. I have worked i n th e Farm Bureau and enjoyed it very much. I learned a lot when I was p resid ent of the high school PTA. I taught the lessons in Daughters of th e Uta h Pioneers in the Syringa Camp for a long time. I served in other p ositio ns there—Vice Captain, Captain, etc. Now I belong to Willow Cree k Camp ; I have been the Vice Captain and Captain and other positions i n this ca mp also. I belong to a fine study group—the Preston Study Group .
At present, age 65, I am taking a class in how to make a Family Group Sh e et and allied subjects. Our teachers are two ladies so very beautiful t ha t the sight of them helps keep me revived the last half hour of this t hre e-hour class. I have enjoyed this peek into research for our dead an d hop e to keep up my interest in it. I am grateful to the Bishop for ask ing m e to take this class.
In 1962, when we were 65, Lloyd and I were called on a six-month missi o n to the Central States Mission. We were sent to Emporia, Kansas. We st ud ied hard to learn the discussions. Lloyd would wake up really early an d b e reciting them to himself when I would wake up. We tried to be goo d peop le and set a good example in the Emporia Branch. We made lasting f riends . It enriched our lives. My patriarchal blessing says that I woul d go o n a mission and there would be those who would believe my testimon y. Thi s was fulfilled at this time. David and Pauline looked after the f arm whi le we were gone.
In 1968, on our 50th wedding anniversary, David and Pauline held an op e n house for us. It was really nice. Pauline’s mother and her sister Bet t y helped a lot to put it over. Many old and dear friends and new ones c am e. Tony flew in from California. I was very happy when he came in th e doo r. The other children and their families were here.
In November of 1968, I had my hip operated on. It was a very serious ope r ation. Again, in 1973, I had the same operation. Lloyd took care of m e wi th love and patience during each sickness. He visited every day wit h me a t the hospital and took good care of me after I got home. He showe d tha t he really loved me.
Lloyd loved his land and cattle and loved to raise a good crop. When h e w as about 73, he developed heart trouble. It was hard for him to slo w down ; in fact, he never did. He died at home in August of 1974 fro m a heart a ttack.
I still live on the farm near David and Pauline. All my children are tho u ghtful of me; I have spent a lot of time with Spencer and Ann and fami l y and Tony and DeAnn and family. Adrienne and Russell invite me to liv e w ith them every now and then.
I am still the Spiritual Living teacher in Relief Society.
Comments - Adrienne passed away in the Ogden Hospital after another hi p o peration on March 18, 1982. She had been living with Tony and DeAnn a t th e time. She was 85 years old. Her great grandson, David Justin Becks tead , was born on her birthday a month before she died. She was very ple ase d about it. Adrienne was very staunch in her testimony of the gospel . Sh e began to lose her eyesight in her later years, but she listened t o chur ch tapes and tied baby quilts by feeling with a little cardboard s quare . She gave many of these quilts to her grandkids who greatly apprec iate d them. She was a valiant, sweet woman whom her family loved.
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