tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3412893784525720232024-03-12T16:25:44.400-07:00Ancestors of Alicia Burk Rileyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15937553252475073018noreply@blogger.comBlogger18125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-341289378452572023.post-73839893941887063582015-08-06T18:38:00.003-07:002015-08-06T18:38:33.963-07:00William Jordan Flake - Brief life sketch<div class="story-body" style="color: #333331; font-family: ProximaNova, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.25; margin-top: 10px; white-space: pre-wrap;">
<span style="background-color: white;">William Jordan Flake and Lucy White
Written by Lucy Turley for her Family History page in her Book of Remembrance
William Jordan Flake, born in Anson County, North Carolina 3 July 1839. He was three years old when his family moved to Mississippi. Here his folds joined the church and soon moved to Nauvoo. Here William saw his first temple.
A youth of eight years he walked the entire distance across the plains to Utah. In 1851 he moved with his family to California. While swimming one day he dove from a stump about 8 feet high and struck the ground in shallow water. His head was knocked back so he could only look upwards. The physician told him that he would never be able to get it down again. He walked around bent over so that he could see going forward. He worked for months on his neck and finally got it straight.
He returned to Utah at the time of Johnston’s Army. He settled on a cattle ranch at Beaver. There he married Lucy White in 1858. In 1877, in answer to President Wilford Woodruff’s call, he left with a wagon train and herds of cattle for the Little Colorado region of Arizona. The colonists lived in their wagons that winter and were forced to cut up sacks and canvas for clothing. In the spring William traded cattle for the James Stinson ranch. He was told the ranch was just large enough to support his family but he wanted a Ward of the Church there so invited other Saints to join them. They were very poor for a while but finally were able to bail up.
In 1878 Erastus Snow of the Council of the Twelve Apostles visited them and they formed a town called Snowflake. (Name came from combining Erastus Snow and William Flake.) Also organized a Stake and Wards there. When Apache County was created in 1878 Snowflake was temporarily the County Seat and the first term of court was held in the Flake home.
Noted for his generosity William Flake furnished thousands of free meals to neighbors, business men, and chuck line riders alike. He established the Thanksgiving-time custom of furnishing free wood and free beef to every widow or needy person in the community. Hale and hearty in his old age he rode the range until a short time before his death at the age of 93.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white;">From "To the Last Frontier," written by Lucy Hannah White Flake, William Jordan Flake's wife
In the winter of 1873 William (Jordan Flake) was asked by Brigham Young, the Great Western Colonizer, to go with a party of twelve men on an exploring trip to Arizona. They had pack horses to carry their bedding and provisions and each one was mounted on a good saddle horse. They crossed the Colorado at Lee's Ferry, traveled south, passed the San Francisco Mountains and into the Upper Verde Valley. They passed through the vicinity of where Flagstaff is now located. They encountered deep snows and extreme cold weather. The snow in one place was so deep it was up to the shoulders of their saddle horses. The men took turns breaking the trail through these drifts. The lead horse would make six jumps then drop behind to catch his breath while the second horse would take six jumps. In this way they traveled all day.
When Brigham Young sent the party out, he told them that they would have grass for their horses every night. The men had great confidence in his word and faith in his promises, but on this day it looked impossible for this promise to be realized. About four o'clock in the afternoon they looked down into a valley and there saw a small patch of green grass where the wind had blown the snow away. They headed their poor tired horses for it and that night they had the promised grass.
After about two weeks of this intense cold and hardship, the men decided they had had enough of Arizona and started to return. At a certain place Adam Greenwood and William turned off to come to Beaver. Provisions were scarce and as they were only two days from home they gave what they had to the others who still had several days travel ahead of them.
By night William and his companion were pretty hungry. Brigham Young had also promised the company that if they would not waste game which was plentiful in those days, that they should have meat when they needed it. They hadn't seen any game for two or three days and were getting hungry for meat.
The two men had camped for the night. Had unsaddled their horses, built a campfire and were wondering how they were going twenty-four hours more without food. As they sat there warming and resting their tired limbs Adam said, "Bill, President Young promised us meat when we needed it, didn't he? Well, we need it now, if anyone ever did."
"We will get it," my husband answered, confidently, "I never knew of one of Brigham Young's promises to fail."
"Well, this is the one time when his promise will fail to the ground," said Adam.
The two men were hovered around the fire. The sun was setting. Suddenly they saw at a distance a big white hare standing in the snow. William said, "Well, Adam, there is your meat."
Adam remarked, "Bad as I want meat, I wouldn't go that far through this snow after it. If we are to have meat tonight, it will have to come to us."
I have heard William tell many times how that big mountain hare came as direct to their fire as an arrow could fly. When it got near enough he hit it with a hard snowball he had made; it gave one jump into the air and was lying there in the snow kicking when he went to it, picked it up and wrung its head off. They had plenty of meat for supper and breakfast. They reached home that night.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #141823; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, 'Lucida Grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 21px;">January 6, 1966 </span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #141823; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, 'Lucida Grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 21px;">I was born in Pocatello, Idaho April 3, 1898. My mother (Mary Jane Peake) was washing and hanging our clothes, when I decided it was time for me to enter this world. We didn't have a doctor to deliver me, so my mother had a mid wife. Which is a woman who helps women in childbirth. My parents didn't have very much money. We lived across the railroad track near the railroad yards where my father (Edward Thomas Jordan) worked. When I was a small boy just eight years old my father was hurt in the railroad yards and died (July 3, 1907) My mother had a large family, 5 girls and 6 boys. When my father died he didn't leave my mother very much money, so we all had to work so we could live. I sold newspapers on the street corners, shined shoes and I would turn all the money I earned over to my mother to help feed and clothe us so we could go to school. </span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #141823; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, 'Lucida Grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 21px;">I worked ever since I was 10 years old and I did plenty odd jobs. I was a pin setter in a bowling ally, messenger boy for the western union and I used to have a little red wagon the I pulled along the Railroad yard picking up lumps of coal that fell off the railroad cars, as they were switched from one track to another so we could keep warm and cook our meals. We didn't know what gas was at the time. We didn't have electric lights, we would burn kerosene lamp. We didn't have a bathroom like you have now. We had to take our bath in a wash tub (metal) my mother used to wash her clothes in it. Our toilet was outside. We called it a privey or outhouse. We didn't have running water so we had a pump and metal zinc. We had a kitchen stove that would bun wood and coal and had a reservoir that we would get warm water for our baths or heat water in a bucket. There was no such thing a Electric Lights, telephone, radio, television, but we had one of the fist old Edison phonograph, silent movies, opera houses and road shoes, and how we enjoyed them. </span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #141823; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, 'Lucida Grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 21px;">When I got older I worked for the railroad as a call boy (calling freight train crews) then checking cars (car clerk), freight clerk, manifest clerk, E&F timekeeper, etc. When I was 15 years old I was considered one of the best swimmers and high divers around Ogden Utah. I made high dives of 65 feet from the 31st Bridge over Weber River from a moving freight train. Also every Sunday night at Lagoon, a pleasure resort, I did a FIRE DIVE from 35 feet into the swimming area of the lake. For instance we danced the 3 step, 2 step, one step waltz. </span><br />
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George / George (on the right) waiting to get a baseball signed</div>
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George with his 2 youngest children: Bob and Donna / George the baseball umpire (middle)<br />
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George (2nd from left) with siblings Leroy, Edward and Georgina Jordanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15937553252475073018noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-341289378452572023.post-13594687851695059252015-05-04T10:15:00.003-07:002015-05-04T19:14:41.948-07:00Ethel Estelle Ray<div style="line-height: 22.0799999237061px; text-align: right;">
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Ethel with daughter Veoma and great-grandchildren Lance and Tanya / With son Les and his familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15937553252475073018noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-341289378452572023.post-37764939317968953382015-04-30T18:24:00.002-07:002015-05-04T19:08:43.685-07:00Osmer Dennis Flake<h1 style="background-color: white; border: 0px; box-sizing: border-box; color: #3f3f3f; font-family: 'Source Sans Pro', 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 2.4rem; font-stretch: inherit; font-weight: 300; line-height: 1.2em; margin: -0.6rem 0px 1em; padding: 0px; text-align: right; vertical-align: baseline;">
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<span style="font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.4em;">Osmer “Oz” Dennis Flake was born 6 March 1868 in Beaver, Utah, to William Jordan Flake and Lucy Hannah White. When Oz was nine years old his family attended the dedication of the Saint George, Utah temple and while there his father was asked to move his family to Arizona to build an LDS community. On 31 October 1877 the family began a three month journey to their new home and in the summer of 1878 Oz’s father bought a ranch and began organizing a community. Erastus Snow, a prominent Mormon leader came to survey the area and the name given to the community was created by combining the last names of Snow and Flake, thus becoming Snowflake, Arizona.</span><span style="font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.4em;"> </span><span style="font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.4em;">Oz helped his father raise cattle, but in 1884 his father was sent to prison for unlawful cohabitation (polygamy) and Oz, then 16 years of age, took full responsibility for the ranch at that time. He left home in August 1889 and went to Provo, Utah, to attend Brigham Young Academy, but had to return home the following spring when he ran out of money. On 11 March 1891 Oz married Elsie Abigail Owens and in October of that same year they traveled to Manti, Utah where they were sealed in the Manti temple. After his marriage he worked as a store clerk and on 4 April 1895 he was appointed clerk of the District Court for Navajo County, Arizona.</span></h1>
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Oz was called to serve an LDS mission to the Southern States leaving his home, pregnant wife and three small children on 6 December 1897. Upon leaving he said, “To leave my dear wife and children is the greatest sacrifice that I was ever called on to make.”<a href="http://lib.byu.edu/collections/mormon-missionary-diaries/about/diarists/osmer-dennis-flake/#_ftnref2" name="_ftn2" style="border: 0px; box-sizing: border-box; color: #305f9c; font-family: inherit; font-size: inherit; font-stretch: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-variant: inherit; font-weight: inherit; line-height: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="box-sizing: border-box; position: relative; top: -0.4em; vertical-align: baseline;">2</span></a> After traveling to Salt Lake City to be set apart as a missionary and to receive instructions Oz traveled by train to the Southern States headquarters in Chattanooga, Tennessee. When he arrived in Chattanooga he was very tired and wanted to rest, but instead he was sent the same night to his area of labor in Mississippi. Once in Mississippi Oz and his companions spent much of their time traveling from house to house preaching the gospel and holding meetings.</div>
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Anti-Mormon sentiment was high in Mississippi at that time and Oz often met with persecution and even threats. In one town the Mayor told them not to go door to door because “There was men in this town who would kill us…and they (the city officials) would extend us no protection.”<a href="http://lib.byu.edu/collections/mormon-missionary-diaries/about/diarists/osmer-dennis-flake/#_ftnref3" name="_ftn3" style="border: 0px; box-sizing: border-box; color: #305f9c; font-family: inherit; font-size: inherit; font-stretch: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-variant: inherit; font-weight: inherit; line-height: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="box-sizing: border-box; position: relative; top: -0.4em; vertical-align: baseline;">3</span></a> But the missionaries also met many who were friendly and treated them well and their meetings were usually well attended. Tensions were high between those who were friendly and those who hated the Mormons. While in Yazoo County, Mississippi the missionaries found many who were interested in listening to them, but one day while they were preparing for an outdoor sermon Oz received word that he was to go meet a committee representing a mob that had been raised to run the missionaries out of the County. The mob threatened to kill Oz and the other missionaries if they did not leave by 2:00 that afternoon. The missionaries agreed and when they left Oz remarked “The people just cried. It was like a funeral all hated to see us go. They offered to defend us with their lives.”<a href="http://lib.byu.edu/collections/mormon-missionary-diaries/about/diarists/osmer-dennis-flake/#_ftnref4" name="_ftn4" style="border: 0px; box-sizing: border-box; color: #305f9c; font-family: inherit; font-size: inherit; font-stretch: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-variant: inherit; font-weight: inherit; line-height: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="box-sizing: border-box; position: relative; top: -0.4em; vertical-align: baseline;">4</span></a> In 1899 Oz was called to serve as a Conference President, helping to direct missionary efforts in Mississippi. He was informed of his release as a missionary in early 1900 and on 26 February 1900 he began the trip home arriving there on 4 March 1900.</div>
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After returning home Oz went to work as a clerk in a store owned by his brothers and was also called to be the Superintendent of the Sunday School. After he returned home his wife, Elsie became seriously ill and by 1908 the doctors didn’t know what to do. The doctors suggested taking her to California, hoping that the better climate would improve her health. In February 1908 they traveled to Los Angeles, California and rented a room for Elsie and her parents. Oz had to return to Arizona to attend to business, but by March 1908 Elsie had sent word that she wanted Oz to come to her and to bring the children. Oz took the children to Los Angeles to find that her condition had gotten much worse and on 25 March 1908 Elsie died. Upon her death Oz recorded that he had been “Priviledged to keep the dearest, best and most dutiful wife it has pleased the Lord to send to earth…we tearfully bow to the will of the Lord.”<a href="http://lib.byu.edu/collections/mormon-missionary-diaries/about/diarists/osmer-dennis-flake/#_ftnref5" name="_ftn5" style="border: 0px; box-sizing: border-box; color: #305f9c; font-family: inherit; font-size: inherit; font-stretch: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-variant: inherit; font-weight: inherit; line-height: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="box-sizing: border-box; position: relative; top: -0.4em; vertical-align: baseline;">5</span></a></div>
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After the death of his wife Oz earned his living by raising and selling horses and cattle and later was employed as a forest ranger. On 4 October 1911 Oz married Ethel Ray in the Salt Lake Temple. He served a short three month mission to the Central States in 1913 and on 7 November 1916 he was elected to the Arizona House of Representatives. He continued his involvement in politics throughout the years and in 1925 he served another six month mission to the southern states. When the Great Depression hit in the 1930’s Oz worked many odd jobs and spent a lot of time performing ordinances at the LDS temple in Mesa, Arizona. In 1942 at the age of 74 Oz was once again called to serve a mission to the Southern States. While on this mission Oz spent much of his time visiting with less active members of the church and also researching his family history. He returned from his mission 12 July 1943. For the rest of his life Oz continued to work on his family history and spent many hours performing ordinances in the temple. He stayed active and healthy most of his life, finally passing away 29 January 1958 in Phoenix, Arizona at the age of eighty-nine.</div>
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http://www.blogger.com/profile/15937553252475073018noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-341289378452572023.post-60525107911227109172015-04-30T18:12:00.000-07:002015-04-30T18:44:37.965-07:00William Jordan Flake - on Wikipedia, plus links to 2 books<h1 class="firstHeading" id="firstHeading" lang="en" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: none; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; border-bottom-color: rgb(170, 170, 170); border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-width: 1px; font-family: 'Linux Libertine', Georgia, Times, serif; font-size: 1.8em; font-weight: normal; line-height: 1.3; margin: 0px 0px 0.25em; overflow: visible; padding: 0px;">
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William J. Flake</h1>
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<tr><th scope="row" style="padding-right: 0.6em; vertical-align: top;">Born</th><td style="vertical-align: top;"><span class="nickname">William Jordan Flake</span><br />
July 3, 1839<br />
<span class="birthplace"><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/North_Carolina" style="background: none; color: #0b0080; text-decoration: none;" title="North Carolina">North Carolina</a></span></td></tr>
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<b>William Jordan Flake</b> (July 3, 1839 – August 10, 1932)<sup class="reference" id="cite_ref-1" style="font-size: 11.1999998092651px; line-height: 1; unicode-bidi: -webkit-isolate;"><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/William_J._Flake#cite_note-1" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: none; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; color: #0b0080; text-decoration: none; white-space: nowrap;">[1]</a></sup><sup class="reference" id="cite_ref-2" style="font-size: 11.1999998092651px; line-height: 1; unicode-bidi: -webkit-isolate;"><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/William_J._Flake#cite_note-2" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: none; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; color: #0b0080; text-decoration: none; white-space: nowrap;">[2]</a></sup><sup class="reference" id="cite_ref-Ellis2008_3-0" style="font-size: 11.1999998092651px; line-height: 1; unicode-bidi: -webkit-isolate;"><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/William_J._Flake#cite_note-Ellis2008-3" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: none; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; color: #0b0080; text-decoration: none; white-space: nowrap;">[3]</a></sup> was a prominent member of <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Church_of_Jesus_Christ_of_Latter-day_Saints" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: none; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; color: #0b0080; text-decoration: none;" title="The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints">The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints</a>, who helped settle parts of <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Arizona" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: none; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; color: #0b0080; text-decoration: none;" title="Arizona">Arizona</a>, and was imprisoned for <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Polygamy" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: none; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; color: #0b0080; text-decoration: none;" title="Polygamy">polygamy</a>.<sup class="reference" id="cite_ref-Inc.1997_4-0" style="font-size: 11.1999998092651px; line-height: 1; unicode-bidi: -webkit-isolate;"><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/William_J._Flake#cite_note-Inc.1997-4" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: none; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; color: #0b0080; text-decoration: none; white-space: nowrap;">[4]</a></sup></div>
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Flake was born in <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/North_Carolina" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: none; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; color: #0b0080; text-decoration: none;" title="North Carolina">North Carolina</a>.<sup class="reference" id="cite_ref-5" style="font-size: 11.1999998092651px; line-height: 1; unicode-bidi: -webkit-isolate;"><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/William_J._Flake#cite_note-5" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: none; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; color: #0b0080; text-decoration: none; white-space: nowrap;">[5]</a></sup> He eventually moved to <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mississippi" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: none; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; color: #0b0080; text-decoration: none;" title="Mississippi">Mississippi</a> with his family, and in the early 1840s they became members of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints. Flake moved to <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Utah" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: none; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; color: #0b0080; text-decoration: none;" title="Utah">Utah</a> with his parents in 1849 by <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Wagon_train" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: none; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; color: #0b0080; text-decoration: none;" title="Wagon train">wagon train</a>. In 1850, his father was killed while examining a colony site in <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/California" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: none; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; color: #0b0080; text-decoration: none;" title="California">California</a>. His widowed mother took the family and became one of the earliest residents of<a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/San_Bernardino,_California" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: none; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; color: #0b0080; text-decoration: none;" title="San Bernardino, California">San Bernardino</a>.</div>
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In 1858, William Flake married Lucy Hannah White and a year later started a cattle ranch in <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Beaver,_Utah" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: none; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; color: #0b0080; text-decoration: none;" title="Beaver, Utah">Beaver, Utah</a>. Flake was called by Church leaders to enter into a <a class="mw-redirect" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Plural_marriage" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: none; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; color: #0b0080; text-decoration: none;" title="Plural marriage">plural marriage</a>. He asked his wife to consider the decision, and after much prayer and consideration, she agreed. William Flake and Prudence Kartchner were married in 1868.</div>
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In 1877, he was called by <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/President_of_the_Church_(LDS_Church)" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: none; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; color: #0b0080; text-decoration: none;" title="President of the Church (LDS Church)">LDS Church President</a> <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Brigham_Young" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: none; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; color: #0b0080; text-decoration: none;" title="Brigham Young">Brigham Young</a> to start a settlement in the northern area of what was then the <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Arizona_Territory" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: none; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; color: #0b0080; text-decoration: none;" title="Arizona Territory">Arizona Territory</a>.<sup class="reference" id="cite_ref-Churchwell2007_6-0" style="font-size: 11.1999998092651px; line-height: 1; unicode-bidi: -webkit-isolate;"><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/William_J._Flake#cite_note-Churchwell2007-6" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: none; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; color: #0b0080; text-decoration: none; white-space: nowrap;">[6]</a></sup> William left with a <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Wagon_train" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: none; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; color: #0b0080; text-decoration: none;" title="Wagon train">wagon train</a> and herds of cattle for the <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Little_Colorado_River" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: none; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; color: #0b0080; text-decoration: none;" title="Little Colorado River">Little Colorado River</a> region of Arizona and arrived in January 1878. Despite much hardship after spending 13 months on the trail and a winter living in stables and wagons, the settlement survived. In the fall of 1878, <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Erastus_Snow" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: none; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; color: #0b0080; text-decoration: none;" title="Erastus Snow">Erastus Snow</a>, an <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Apostle_(Latter_Day_Saints)" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: none; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; color: #0b0080; text-decoration: none;" title="Apostle (Latter Day Saints)">LDS Apostle</a>, visited and joined with Flake naming the town <i><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Snowflake,_Arizona" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: none; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; color: #0b0080; text-decoration: none;" title="Snowflake, Arizona">Snowflake</a></i>: "Snow for me and Flake for you." Flake became a rancher and prominent cattleman, noted for his generosity and assistance to his neighbors.</div>
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In 1883, Flake was imprisoned in the <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Yuma_Territorial_Prison" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: none; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; color: #0b0080; text-decoration: none;" title="Yuma Territorial Prison">Yuma Territorial Prison</a> for a short time for unlawful <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cohabitation" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: none; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; color: #0b0080; text-decoration: none;" title="Cohabitation">cohabitation</a>, a common charge used to prosecute LDS men under the <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Edmunds_Act" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: none; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; color: #0b0080; text-decoration: none;" title="Edmunds Act">Edmunds Act</a>. After his release, he was asked which of his wives he was going to give up. He replied, "Neither. I married both in good faith and intended to support both of them." He had served his sentence and could not be retried on the same charges.</div>
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In 1959, Flake was posthumously nominated and then inducted into the National Cowboy Hall of Fame in the Hall of Great Westerners for his contributions as a colonizer and cattleman.<sup class="reference" id="cite_ref-7" style="font-size: 11.1999998092651px; line-height: 1; unicode-bidi: -webkit-isolate;"><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/William_J._Flake#cite_note-7" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: none; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; color: #0b0080; text-decoration: none; white-space: nowrap;">[7]</a></sup></div>
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William Jordan Flake was the father of 15 sons and five daughters and lived to the age of 93, passing away on August 10, 1932 in <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Snowflake" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: none; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; color: #0b0080; text-decoration: none;" title="Snowflake">Snowflake</a>, <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Arizona" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: none; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; color: #0b0080; text-decoration: none;" title="Arizona">Arizona</a>.</div>
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When he died, the <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Flag" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: none; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; color: #0b0080; text-decoration: none;" title="Flag">flag</a> at the <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Arizona_State_Capitol" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: none; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; color: #0b0080; text-decoration: none;" title="Arizona State Capitol">Arizona State Capitol</a> was flown at <a class="mw-redirect" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Flag_terminology" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: none; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; color: #0b0080; text-decoration: none;" title="Flag terminology">half staff</a> in honor of his contribution to the settlement of the state.</div>
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200-page biography (including many photos) of William Jordan Flake by his descendant Ron Freeman:</div>
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<span style="color: #252525; font-family: sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 14px;">W. J. Flake's diary he kept while in prison for polygamy:</span></span><br />
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--taken from the Smith Family Tree Book , published by W. Thomas Smith Listing the relatives of General William Alexander Smith and of W. Thomas Smith---Osmer D. Flake<o:p></o:p><br />
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<b><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;">Lucy White Flake: Pioneering Utah and Arizona</span></b><o:p></o:p><br />
Lucy Hannah White was born in 1842 in Knox County, Illinois, the oldest of Samuel and Mary Burton White's eight children. Her grandparents and parents had joined the Church in England and emigrated to the United States to be with the Saints. Lucy was baptized in the ice-covered Missouri River when she was seven years old and walked across the plains with her family when she was eight.<o:p></o:p><br />
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Shortly after their arrival in Utah, the Whites, including Grandfather White and Lucy's uncles Dennis, Joel, and David, were called to settle a new community thirty-five miles south of Salt Lake City. In her 1894 autobiography, Lucy recalled that they "camped at a butifull spring one mile from the Jordan River. That place is now called Lehi. We spent the winter there, built log houses in the shape of a fort." In the spring a town was surveyed and permanent homes were built. "My Father built two log rooms a little distance apart and afterwards closed it in and made another room. We felt thankfull and happy in our new home. We did not have much to eat, but we always had bread." Lucy's mother, who had been a schoolteacher, "taught me my letters out of the Bible as [we] had not school book."<o:p></o:p></div>
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The Whites were part of a large group of settlers sent south in 1852 to reinforce Cedar City and Parowan, where the danger of an Indian uprising had increased. Lucy found nearly all the residents of Cedar were "from the old World" and "were so differant from what we were used to when they talked to us we could not understand half [of what] they said. Oh! I was home sick, but we were called and had to make the best of it."<o:p></o:p></div>
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Samuel White purchased a farm and built another house. Lucy attended school in a log cabin which "had no floor or window. Logs with holes boared in and legs put in was our seets." Her father raised sheep, and Lucy learned to spin yarn.<o:p></o:p></div>
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In 1857 the Reformation arrived in southern Utah.<o:p></o:p></div>
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<tr><td style="padding: 3.75pt; width: 621px;" valign="top" width="29%">[73] Lucy was ten when she was rebaptized and confirmed a member of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints in 1852. Her father, a counselor in the bishopric, always attended general conference, but returned somewhat shaken after the October 1852 conference, "and told Mother he was called to move south three Hundred miles. Mother felt dredful bad for she had 1852 conference, "and told Mother he was called been seperated from her people so much and now we were setled so near them she thought it was cruel she had to go away so far." Mary gave birth to a son on October 14, and on November 7 the family loaded their possessions into wagons and "started to go where we were called Ceder City Iron County. Uncel Joel White and Uncle David Savage [and] Grandma White went also. We were three weeks on the Road and very cold wether."<o:p></o:p></td></tr>
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The Whites were part of a large group of settlers sent south in 1852 to reinforce Cedar City and Parowan, where the danger of an Indian uprising had increased. Lucy found nearly all the residents of Cedar were "from the old World" and "were so differant from what we were used to when they talked to us we could not understand half [of what] they said. Oh! I was home sick, but we were called and had to make the best of it."<o:p></o:p></div>
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Samuel White purchased a farm and built another house. Lucy attended school in a log cabin which "had no floor or window. Logs with holes boared in and legs put in was our seets." Her father raised sheep, and Lucy learned to spin yarn.<o:p></o:p></div>
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In 1857 the Reformation arrived in southern Utah.<o:p></o:p></div>
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We were called on to repent from all our sins. If we had stole or injured any body we had to make it right. Then we were cathicised [catechized] then rebaptised for our sins. I was then fourteen. Was baptised in February. The chunks of ice was running in the Mill race where we was baptised. These were very inthuseastick times. Many confessions were made.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Five months later word reached Utah that President James Buchanan had ordered federal troops to Utah to put down an alleged "Mormon rebellion." Brigham Young ordered the missionaries home and directed the abandonment of several outlying settlements. Lucy's father and Uncle Joel were sent to help bring the Saints from San Bernardino, California, back to [74] Utah. When they returned, they brought word of "a good stedy young man" named William Jordan Flake. "While all the others were so Wild and rude, they had much to say of this young marts good qualities and good behavyour. I said I want to see this young man when he comes." Two weeks later Lucy got her wish. William arrived driving a herd of stray horses up from San Bernardino. Uncle Joel invited him and several others home for the evening. Lucy noted, "We all liked his aperance very much."<o:p></o:p></div>
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Tall and well-built, William Jordan Flake was nineteen years old. His parents had joined the Church in Mississippi, moved to Nauvoo, and in 1848 arrived in the Great Basin. In 1851 the Flake family helped settle San Bernardino under the direction of Elders Amasa M. Lyman and Charles C. Rich. William's father was killed when he was thrown from a mule, and his mother died of consumption in January 1855. Elder Lyman looked after William, his brother, and his sister.<o:p></o:p></div>
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On 30 December 1858 William and Lucy were married by Elder Lyman and moved in with part of his family. When the Lymans moved fifty miles north to Beaver three weeks later, William and Lucy went with them. In the spring Lucy's parents also moved to Beaver. William freighted for Elder Lyman and was gone much of the time, so Lucy lived with her parents until October 1859, when the young couple bought a log house and "went to Houskeeping." Their first child, James Madison Flake, was born the next month. "We had very little to keep house with but we were just as happy as could be. We loved each other and loved our home and felt truely thankefull."<o:p></o:p></div>
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Their marriage was close and affectionate, but Lucy was troubled about their religious differences. "William was not religous, being brought up in California after he was twelve and haveing no father to teach him," she wrote. "This was some what of a trial to me but I loved him and prayed for him in secret." Whenever the teachers spoke to William, "he would say he was going to be religious when he got old."<o:p></o:p></div>
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In January 1861 another son was born, but William and Lucy's joy turned to grief as they watched their sick baby suffer. Day after day he grew weaker and weaker. "It seemed like my prairs did no good but still I kept trying to get my Hevenly Father to here me. Kept Praying but it seemed he could not here me." Finally, on March 20 little William died. "His death was the first trial of my faith. It seemed my prairs had always been answered before."<o:p></o:p></div>
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Nevertheless, Lucy continued to pray and pleaded with William to join her. But praying did not come naturally to him, nor did he share Lucy's desire to be sealed in the Endowment House. In July William left on a three-month freighting trip west. In October Lucy attended general conference with her parents. William arrived during their stay in Salt Lake City. Lucy was very happy to see him and overjoyed when he reported, somewhat dismayed, that their bishop had invited them to go to the Endowment House.<o:p></o:p></div>
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He was so surprised he knew not what to say. If the Bishop had told him he wanted him to go to England he could not [have] felt more surprised. He tried to get excused. Said he did not think himself worthy, but the Bishop would not let him off so he came and told me. I thanked my Hevenly Father. Knew it was in answer to prair. That night I was so thankfull I hardly slept. The 9th October 1861 we received that great blessing and was seled for time and all Eternity.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Lucy returned to Beaver with her parents, and William to his freighting. She did not see him for almost three months, until Christmas day.<o:p></o:p></div>
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The Church frequently called on William to freight goods to Utah from California and immigrants from the East. In December 1869 Lucy pleaded with him to pray before he left on his next trip. He promised he would when he got home. Lucy remembered the promise through the winter, and when he returned in March, "he knelt down and praid his first prair I ever herd him pray and I was thankfull and happy to know he was trying to do his duty a little better."<o:p></o:p></div>
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Of the decision to enter plural marriage in 1868, Lucy wrote little—simply, "William concluded to take another Wife. I was quite willing." But Lucy's daughter Roberta recalled it in more detail, the way she must have heard her mother tell it many times. One night, after complimenting her cooking, William sat down with Lucy, took her face in his hands, and asked,<o:p></o:p></div>
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"Lucy dear, could you share your husband with another woman?" I thought at first he was joking. and laughingly answered sure, if I could still retain first place in his affections. He bent his head over until his lips met mine. Each kiss carried the same thrill the first one had. He stood up, and pulled me to him and I noticed a seriousness about him that I had never seen before, as he said, "Lucy I have been counselled to take another wife, if you are willing." I could not speak, nor could I keep the tears out of my eyes. "Don't try to answer me now," he said in Iris gentlest voice. "I think I know how you feel. I have been struggling with myself for a week, trying to bring myself to ask you this. Think it over, pray over it as I have and then let me know."<o:p></o:p></div>
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Lucy struggled for several days. She poured out her heart in prayer. She went to her mother—who gently refused to advise her. When William returned from his next trip, they put their five children to bed and took a moonlight walk. They sat down on a log and William put his arm around her. Then she asked,<o:p></o:p></div>
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"Will, who is the young lady we are going to marry?" I felt his strong frame quiver, his arm tighten about my waist, heard the catch in his voice as he gasped, "WE?"<o:p></o:p></div>
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"Yes, we." I answered in a voice I hardly recognized, so full was it of unselfishness and self-mastery. "We, of course," I went on. "We were made one a long time ago, you and I,—who are we going to marry?" I asked again.<o:p></o:p></div>
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"Are you sure it is the right thing for us to do?" asked William in a trembling voice, and then I loved him as I never had before because I knew that he had been true to me. Then he told me his struggle had been as hard as mine. If he did not believe the principle was from God, he would never have considered it, but as there was no compulsion to entering into it, he had battled with himself to see if he were good enough to undertake it. I told him no one was more worthy, no one could make a better husband.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Lucy spoke of the fine points of William's future bride, eighteen-year-old Prudence Kartchner, and then cried herself to sleep. Eventually, she was able to console herself with the thought "I had had ten years of blessed association with my man. That could never be taken from me. I was his first, and for ten years, his only love. If in that time I had not found a place in [77] his heart and life that no other could fill—then I had failed."<o:p></o:p></div>
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In her own reminiscence, Lucy recorded the events surrounding the October 1868 marriage.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Sister E[liza] R. Snow asked me was I willing. Said yes. She asked do you think you can live in that principal. I said am quite willing to try. My Mother and sister live in it and I think [I] can do as I was willing and she said Sister you shall never get old and she gave me a great blessing and ever[y] time she saw me that day she blest me.<o:p></o:p></div>
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In the spring of 1874, William and Lucy "went in the United Order. Put in all our property. William was asined the stable to take care of." But in the fall he was called to work on the Saint George Temple. Lucy became seriously ill, and after several requests William returned to Beaver. When the United Order disbanded in 1876, William "gave up the stable...[and] commenced to work on his farm." By the spring of 1877, "We had a fine large house. We had geese, ducks, hogs, chickens, horses, and cows. We thought we was fixed for life."<o:p></o:p></div>
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Then William went to the dedication of the Saint George Temple where he was called on a colonizing mission to Arizona. He had been a member of the 1873 expedition that had been unable to locate a suitable site for settlement in Arizona, so the prospect of leaving their comfortable home in Beaver for that desolate region was not appealing. "They gave us six months to get redy to go. … The thought of leaving my poor Widowed Mother … was cruel it seemed to me and William said he had rather go to England. He felt dredful bad but we was called and there was no other way."<o:p></o:p></div>
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as we wished to go and work in the Temple and it was council for all to get baptised before going … I was adopted to my Father and Mother. … This labor was a great comfort to us. … We recieved our second Washings and anointing. They said as we were coming a way so far we could recieve them but they never had given them to any one so young. … We were in Heven sure when we were working in that Holy place but when we get out Satan dubles his forse on a person trying to make up for the good one recieves."<o:p></o:p></div>
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Returning to Beaver, William and Lucy sold their farm and in October 1877 loaded their eight children and belongings into five wagons drawn by nine yoke of oxen and seven span of horses. They also drove two hundred head of cattle and forty horses with them.<o:p></o:p></div>
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was dredful cold, colder than it had been. … Prudence had three very bad spells of sickeness. We had five men besides our familey to do for. Most all the work fell to me. I stood and washed clothes when the snow was very deep all day. There was a child … died. They called on me to wash it. Watter would freeze as quick as it touched the child. … Our stalk [stock] was so poor we had to leave them" on the range with Lucy's fifteen-year-old son Charlie. "On new years day the frost was so thick in the air we could hardley see the lead horses on our Wagons. … One day we onley traveled one mile."<o:p></o:p></div>
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After three months the party arrived at the Mormon settlement of Allen's Gamp on the Little Colorado River. Roberta wrote that "the water in the river was so muddy that a barrel full of it left overnight would produce only about six inches of water clear enough to use for culinary purposes." Five times flash floods washed away the dams constructed by the Allen's Camp United Order.<o:p></o:p></div>
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William became so discouraged that one day, according to Roberta, he "saddled up his horse, bade Lucy good-bye and told her there must be a better place in Arizona and if there was he would find it." Commented Lucy, "Some was tried with this, and said he was going to postitise."<o:p></o:p></div>
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Then three-year-old George fell sick. "I did all I could with medicen and also with faith," Lucy wrote.<o:p></o:p></div>
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My prairs did not seem to be herd but sevral times each day I went away from my wagon in secret and prayed. … Often had the Elders administer but it seemed they had no faith. … On the morning of July 6th '78 I was so deep in sorrow it seemed I could not bare it any longer. I went out in some brush out of site and asked my Father in Heven to take him home for I could not bare it any longer. My burden was hevier then I could bare. That prair was simple but from my hart. I went to him. He breathed a few times and passed a way so sweetley. My own hands made his clothes, dressed him, fixed some paint and painted his coffin. In one hour after he passed away his Father came. Had been gon three weeks. Had not herd from us or us from him. I truley was thankfull when he came.<o:p></o:p></div>
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The next day, they drove five miles to Saint Joseph and buried their little child. On July 19 William moved his family to Silver Creek. When they arrived, Roberta reported, "all who were able jumped out of the wagons, rushed to the stream, bathed their faces and drank the first clear water they had since they left their home in Beaver." When William and Lucy later met Elder Erastus Snow, who supervised the Mormon colonies in the area, "William told him what he had done and Elder Snow said, 'I wish we had hundreds just like you.'" Then the apostle proposed the new settlement be named after the two of them; thus Snowflake, Arizona, received its name.<o:p></o:p></div>
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But Lucy's initial enthusiasm for Snowflake was tempered by the spring winds. In her 1896 diary, for example, she wrote:<o:p></o:p></div>
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Monday, March 2, the wind blows all the time day and part of the time nights and I feel nearly sick.<br />
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Tuesday, April 14, the wind it blows night and day, it is just fearful, The sand drifts like snow. … It seems lonely and dreary when the wind blows.<br />
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Thursday, April 16, all well but the Wind gets worse and worse, night and day.<br />
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Saturday, April 18 [William] and John came home this morning. The Wind was so bad Thursday they laid up all day and could not travel. The wind blows very little today which is so nice. I cleaned up all the rooms and had a bath and am going to town.<br />
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Sunday, April 19, today is fearfull the Wind blows so bad.<br />
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Thursday, April 30, this ends the month and I dont beleave there has been one day that the wind did not blow. It has damaged the crops and covered them with sand, filled up the ditches, and made it very unpleasant. [Only] our Hevenly Father nows what this wind is for.<br />
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Monday, May 19, I am on the place all alone. It seems like this country is going to blow away.<br />
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Friday, May 15, the wind blows fearful. The sand almost blinds one. The children cant go out to play.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Occasionally depressed by the unremitting wind, Lucy kept busy with close family ties and callings in the Relief Society, Primary, Sunday School, and Religion Class. William [80] served as first counselor in the bishopric for thirty-five years.<o:p></o:p></div>
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When federal prosecutions for plural marriage reached into Arizona, William declined several broad hints by the sheriff that he could avoid arrest. Instead, he served six months in the penitentiary at Yuma, returning in good spirits and "so fat …he had to ware Osmers Pants." (Osmer was their stout son.) Lucy recorded with pride that the Relief Society planned a combination coming-out and birthday party for William: "Sent invertations to all the setlments around, had such nice picknick, esays, songs, speeches, a sketch of his life," complete with a band, and "you never saw a purson so surprised in your life."<o:p></o:p></div>
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Lucy's autobiography and journal provide illuminating details of early Arizona life that would otherwise be lost. Among the routine activities she chronicled one spring were: whitewashing the house; gardening and irrigating; gleaning wool from carcasses along the trail followed by the sheepmen, then picking, washing, and carding it to make a mattress; making underwear, shirts, and carpet rags; tending grandchildren; and preparing meals for her husband and growing sons. On one occasion she set down her day's tasks, which were typical of Arizona pioneer women generally:<o:p></o:p></div>
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I will just write my morning chores. Get up, turn out my chickens, draw a pail of watter, watter hot beds, make a fire, put potatoes to cook, brush and sweep half inch of dust off floor … feed three litters of chickens, then mix bisquits, get breakfast, milk besides work in the house and this morning had to go half mile after calves. This is the way of life on the farm.<o:p></o:p></div>
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William and me fasted and went to fast meeting. Had a very good meeting. Uncommon good one. Such a good spirrit there. The Sisters had a good testimoney meeting in the afternoon. Twenty two pressant. I presided as Sister West was absent. It is a nice day and all is well.<br />
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Lucy's autobiography:<br />
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<span style="font-size: xx-small;">Alicia Kay Burk - Linda Kay Flake - Horace Henry Flake - Osmer Dennis Flake - William Jordan Flake</span></div>
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William Jordan Flake, the oldest son of James Madison and Agnes Love Flake,
was born in Anson County, N.C., July 3, 1839, and now past the age of 82, lives
at Snowflake, Arizona. Although only three years old when the journey was made,
he has not forgotten the old time "Schooner" and the two mares and a
horse which drew it when they left Anson County and settled on a small branch
of the Tom Bigbee River in Kemper county, Mississippi. There his parents having
embraced the faith of the Latter-Day Saints, or "Mormon" as often
designated by others, they preferred to move to Nauvoo, where they could mingle
with those of their religion. There he saw his first temple, was taken to the
top where he could see all over the surrounding country. It was beautiful sight.
<o:p></o:p><br />
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Here he first learned how quickly powder burns, when he took some in his
hands from his father’s powder keg, and threw it in the fire. The flash so
burned his face that all the skin came off and for months he had to wear over
it a black cloth, with holes cut in it to see through. Mobs often in that day
came and looted Nauvoo and when he saw them on the street he would run and
hide. He saw the people driven from Nauvoo and he shared in the exodus. The
trip across the frontier was slow and full of tribulation. A youth of but 8
years, he walked the entire distance to Utah. First to Council Bluff for winter
quarters. Here he received his first schooling of two months. Then on to Salt
Lake. With three other small boys and a negro girl, he drove cattle from Nauvoo,
Ill., to Salt Lake, Utah. The plains were then covered with the buffalo and he
saw many thousand of them. Again in 1851, he went with his mother to California
and he was put behind the cows with an Indian pony his mother had bought for
him. This pony carried him the most of the way but was too poor to ride all the
time. At one time on this journey they were five days and nights on the desert
without water for the stock and very little for themselves. When at length he
reached a small, bitter seepage, he drank three cans of water and was reaching
for the fourth, when a man caught him and took the can from him. He wasn’t too
strong and he was then allowed to eat, after which he was allowed to have more
water. This no doubt saved his life. His first stop was in Cahoon Pass, near
San Bernardino, where he was able to get another month of schooling. <o:p></o:p><br />
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While driving cows up the Mojave River, one got away out in the brush and as
he went out to drive her back into the herd, an arrow whizzed by him and hit
the cow, a trick of the Indians to kill the cow and have a feast. His youthful
days were busy ones in assisting and helping his widowed mother. He did quite a
bit of freighting, helped to build a home, worked on the roads and did manual
work of all character. An orphan at fifteen, he felt he was almost alone in the
world. For nearly fifty years he never heard of any of his relatives, although
he inquired of hundreds of people from all parts of the country, he was never
able to hear of any one by the name of Flake, until the writer happened to meet
John J. Flake from DeKalp, Kemper County, Miss. This was in Dec., 1897, on a
train near Meridian, Miss. <o:p></o:p><br />
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While bathing in 1856, he dived from a stump about eight feet high and
struck the ground in shallow water. He was dragged out for dead but finally was
able to breathe. His head was knocked back so he could only look upwards, not
being able to see the ground without getting down on his hands and knees. The
physician informed him that he would never be able to get it down again. He
said he would get it down or break his neck trying. He also found that he was
quite numb on one side. Later one day he was asked why one leg was shorter than
the other one and found that he had but one shoe on. For months he worked with
his neck, rubbing it, using liniment and would lie with the head on the chair
and weight of the body suspended on the back of his head in this way for hours.
At length it yielded and in time he got it so corrected that no one could tell
that anything was ever the matter with it. It now does not bother him unless he
undertakes to do some writing or work that requires the head to be held down.
The numbness has never left him, but while he uses that side as well as the
other, he has little feeling in it. <o:p></o:p><br />
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In 1857, when Johnson’s army was sent to Utah to "bring the Mormons
into subjection" and it was reported that the Mormons were all to be
killed, William Jordan Flake returned to Utah, to live or die with his people.
He knew they were honest, honorable people, that their loyalty was second to no
other people who lived. Evil-disposed men had gained the ear of the United
States authorities and the army had been sent. When things were represented by
honorable men, the army was recalled. He however now decided to remain in Utah.
His first job was following some Indians who had stolen a bunch of horses which
they took with them. He was ten days on the trail and most of that time without
food. He took the horses he brought from California to Salt Lake and traded
them for five yoke of oxen and two big wagons. While returning to his home a
snow storm came one night and he lost his oxen. For ten days in eighteen inches
of snow he hunted for them, and finally found them in a small cove up in the
mountains. A little further on he got his oxen into Salt Creek, had to drag
them out, got wet and nearly froze before he got a fire to warm by. Two
deserting soldiers came up, warmed by his fire but dared not stop for fear of
being captured. They both froze to death before morning. He reached home
without further trouble except the freezing of his feet. This kept him in for a
short time and while not being able to do work, he made use of his time in
courting Lucy White of Cedar City, Utah. Later he married her. Later in the
winter, while on the Sevier River, an officer tried to take from him a
Government overcoat. He refused to give it up, saying that it would mean death
by freezing and he would rather die fighting. Finding that he well knew the
roads and the officer having a detachment of soldiers on their way to
California, they obtained from him all the information they could as to the
roads and went on their journey, leaving him the coat. <o:p></o:p><br />
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For several years he herded stock most of the time, generally to protect
them from the Indians and sometimes from the white outlaws. He joined the
Minute men, an organization whose members were always to have, in easy reach, a
good horse and saddle, to be ever ready on the trail of the outlaw at once day
or night. He often went on these missions. In 1859, he moved to Beaver, Utah.
In 1860, while the mountain road was covered with snow, with a load of logs he
was hauling with which to build a house, he was coming down the mountain when
the wagon slid from the dug-way, his feet were caught in the logs and he fell
under the load. The snow was ten feet deep and this saved his life. His
brother, Charles, dug in the snow from the lower side and got him out unhurt.
He shortly afterwards traded two horses for two houses and lots, and of a
generous nature, he gave one of them to his boyhood chum, Marion Lyman, and
with his young wife, lived in the other one. <o:p></o:p><br />
The house furnishings were more crude than the younger generation can well
imagine; a tin plate or two, one case knife that he found without a handle and
for which he whittled a handle, a wooden spoon, the work of his hands, a
bedstead made with an axe, a couple of log stools, and yet he lived in the
fashion, as nothing more could be bought within a thousand miles. He must wait
until he could make a trip to the "store" for something better and
that trip meant a summer’s journey. <o:p></o:p><br />
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That same year he took up a farm and fenced it. He has been owning farms
ever since that time but has done little farming as you cannot farm well while
in the saddle and riding a horse. The following year he took a herd of sheep to
keep on the share and kept them for several years under this arrangement. He
employed men to look after them in the summer time while he went off
freighting, one summer on the Pony Express and two summers he went to
California. <o:p></o:p><br />
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In 1854 at the call of his Church, he took a six horse team and went to the
Missouri River to bring out immigrants who were then constantly coming to Utah.
He was to bring 2000 pounds for the Church, and any additional matter he chose
to bring, he could bring for himself. He brought things most needed, of which
were two stoves. <o:p></o:p><br />
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Most of the year of 1866 was spent in the Indian War, known as the Black
Hawk War. <o:p></o:p><br />
In 1868, he married Prudence Kartchner. He now spent his time working with
cattle, taking all the cattle of the community to look after and was helping to
open up new places on the frontier. In 1875-76 he was employed by the United
Order, at $1000.00 per year, to look after their cattle and also opened up a
farm in Escalante, southeastern Utah. In 1873, having been sent with a few
others to look up the prospects for settlements in Arizona, he was called by
the Church authorities in 1877 to take all he had and go to Arizona to help
develop that country. To him the call was a command; a duty that could not be
shirked. He sold his home, his lands and everything he could not move and on
Nov. 19, 1877, started for a new home 500 miles distant, in an unsettled and
wild country. He had six wagons loaded with provisions. Nine yoke of oxen and
seven span of horses pulled them. With him he carried 200 head of loose cattle
and some 30 or 40 horses. A cold winter, snow in places on the road from 12 to
15 inches deep, they did not reach the valley of the Little Colorado until
about the middle of January, 1878. Here they settled, the whole of the winter
being spent in wagon boxes for homes. Because of numerous floods which took out
the dams needed for irrigation purposes, this location proved very
unsatisfactory and in June he started to look for another home. <o:p></o:p><br />
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There were few settlers in that country, some small towns, and a few
ranchers. Those in the towns were principally Mexicans. We were compelled to
get along on what we brought with us as the nearest trading post was 250 miles
away. After a two week trip, during which he went as far East as new Mexico, he
returned having found only one place that suited him and as the owner wanted
$12,000.00 for it, he did not buy it as that was more than he then was worth.
His family wished to move so badly that he went back and purchased it, and got
three years in which to pay for it. It was necessary to go back to his friends
in Utah to get stock on credit. He went and traded sheep for cattle, telling
them that he had no sheep but that the Mexicans did and he could trade for
them. He promised them that he would deliver them twice the number he sold
them, the delivery to be made in three years. They knew him and did not
hesitate to trust him. The following year he did the same thing again and got
more cattle. <o:p></o:p><br />
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The first winter at this new home, some fifteen families from the South who
had been West about a year, came to him for help. They had neither food nor
clothing and begged him to provide for them, saying they would work early and
late for just enough to keep them until they could get something to do for
themselves. There was no work to be had and they were destitute. They were
taken in, every room in the ranch house sheltered a family, and the adobe
stables were pressed into service. He thus furnished shelter of some kind for
all. His wife Lucy cut up the seamless sacks for pants for the boys. I have
worn them myself, and the wagon covers were used to make dresses for the women
and girls. We ate anything we could get to eat. When the flour was gone, all
ate Graham bread, and the Graham had been ground in a coffee mill. We had
barley bread. <o:p></o:p><br />
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This benefactor bought grain from ranchers for seventy-five miles distant
and then went to Utah and purchased $500.00 of cloth with which to clothe them.
<o:p></o:p><br />
The most of those who came were poor. He purchased farms or ranches and
turned them over to the people to pay for when able to do so, reselling to them
without a profit. He never collected one cent of interest from any man,
although some did not pay him for years. His home was the camping place for
travelers passing through and for fifteen years, he fed more to the travelers
passing through than it took to keep his large family. He fed their horses for
days sometimes, never turned any man from his door empty handed nor did he charge
a cent for the accommodation he gave. Twenty and as many as thirty strangers at
a time sat at his table in a single day and during these days, it was rare that
the family ate a meal with no other one present. <o:p></o:p><br />
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I remember an old miner who came to our home and being sick, asked to be
allowed to stop a day or two until he was able to go on to Colorado. Father
unpacked his burro, took the man into a room, and placed him in bed where he
remained for weeks. Several days later this old miner called mother, and handing
her a belt containing several hundred dollars, asked that she take care of it,
informing her at the same time that he had not stated the truth when he came
and told us he had no money. He said that he had feared the Mormons would kill
him, if they learned he had the money, as he had been told they were that kind
of people and had never met one before. He said he knew different now for it
was her kind nursing that had saved his life. Three months passed, before he
was able to go on his journey and when his belt was handed back to him as given
to mother, he offered to pay for his keeping and the feeding of his two
animals, but father refused to accept anything. Used to roughing it, this old
miner cried like a child and said it was not right to refuse to accept pay, and
opening his belt, he dropped several pieces of gold upon the table and walked
out and went on his journey. <o:p></o:p><br />
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The first year after William Jordan Flake bought the valley, he raised 2100
bushels of grain. There were those who were ready to buy it, but he kept it,
used and gave it to the poor for food, as they needed it. More land was now
needed for those coming in to settle, he gave forty cows for the Concho ranch
and then he gave three hundred cattle for the Nutriose ranch. Then he helped to
purchase Springerville, which was a part of the valley purchased from the
Mexicans and finally purchased the Nutriose. Most every settlement made in
Navajo and Apache Counties, Arizona, by the Latter-Day Saints, after he came
into that section was purchased first by him and they are the beneficiaries of
his exertion. <o:p></o:p><br />
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His word had ever been his bond. He was never required to give security and
has purchased property running up into the thousands without any security other
than his oral promise to pay. He was never sued in court nor has he ever
entered suit against any one. He was often the instrument of breaking up gangs
of thieves, who infested the West in an early day and he has looked down the
barrel of a gun of an outlaw on several occasions. He never used a gun in
defense of himself or his property, although he always carried it as a
protection against the Indians at times. <o:p></o:p><br />
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Two wives have been buried and for twenty-one years he has been without a
companion, living with his children, all of whom are now married. Until eighty
years old, he rode the range in all kinds of weather, thought nothing of lying
out all night on a quilt, or being out in the rain or snow, or having missed a
meal or two in order to accomplish a task undertaken. For exercise, he often,
yet, goes out for a day’s ride among the cattle he sold some years ago. He has
good teeth, reads without glasses, enjoys a good appetite, eats any kind of
food and hardly knows what a days sickness is. He has become somewhat deaf and
for that reason does not mingle or go out much where he will meet strangers. He
has more and truer friends than any man in Arizona and has in his lifetime done
more to build up that State than any man ever has or can do. In his dealing
with mankind, he has never considered a man’s politics or his religion. He has
treated all men as brothers until proven unworthy. Uncompromising with evil, he
has ever stood for clean and honest living. No scandal has ever been attached
to his name and when he passes from this sphere, it can be well said of him:
"There lies an honest man." <o:p></o:p><br />
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--By his son, Osmer D. Flake<br />
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Sisters Ruth, Letha, and Gladys in Farmington, Utah</div>
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George (middle) and Gladys (right) in 1918, while they were dating<br />
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Gladys with her 2 oldest children, baby Ray and Dolores<br />
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Gladys with her 2 oldest children, Dolores and Ray</div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">One day while Gladys’ mother was very sick with typhoid, Gladys and her siblings were out in the haystack where they decided to pray for their mother. To their delight, they found a cat with a new litter of kittens in the haystack. Gladys was so excited! They each grabbed a kitten and ran to show it to Mother, but Mother was so sick with fever that she thought they were lions. She screamed and no one could hold her down. Their grandmother rushed the children and kittens outside and scolded them for upsetting their mother. When two more brothers became sick with typhoid, Wilford decided it was time to move, because they didn’t know where typhoid came from.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">When Gladys was six, she went to bed in a big bed in her new home (with Grandmother Mary Jane Johnson in Logan, UT) and she was sure she heard bears. She put her head under the covers, so terrified. The next day when she told her mother that she’d heard bears during the night, her mother said that it was just her grandmother snoring! When Gladys was six, her family saw Halley’s Comet heading straight for the earth. Everyone thought the comet would hit the earth and explode. All of Gladys’ relatives gathered together in her grandmother’s house to be together when the comet hit and killed them all. They all talked about it and went out to watch the sky. Gladys was so terrified to hear them talking and to think that a comet would hit the earth and suddenly kill her. She was so frightened, she couldn’t even talk. Then suddenly, the comet flipped its big fiery tail and turned back the way it came. So they knew they weren’t going to die!</span></div>
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Gladys and George with Donna, Les, baby Cheryl and Lorna / Gladys and George<br />
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Gladys with great-granddaughter Juliet Peden. Juliet is wearing a shawl crocheted by Gladys.<br />
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I, Gladys Stevenson Jordan , was born in Fielding, Utah , on July 24, 1901. We lived in this little town until I was about 5 years old. I had two older brothers and when I was three and one-half a little sister came to bless our home. While we lived here my mother took typhoid from the well water and my grandmother Mary Jane Ainsworth Johnson came to take care of her. The night her fever broke my father was sitting in the chair waiting to take off the ice bags and add hot water bags when he fell asleep. As he awoke suddenly he saw my grandfather who had been dead for years looking in the window. He hurried to my mother’s side and found she was almost gone. It took quick work to bring her back. When she was better my father took sick with the same disease and nearly died. As he became better, my older brother took the dreaded disease and Mother and Father were so discouraged that when he was well enough they sold their home and went to Logan , Utah , to stay with Grandmother Johnson until they could become settled. There the second boy, Kenneth, became ill. The fever followed us wherever we went. The Lord blessed my father and mother again, and this boy became well.</div>
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I remember this house. It was a two-story house, and we loved to sleep upstairs. Morning glories covered the porch, I loved those flowers. They were so beautiful in the morning. When I was about six, my parents moved to Brigham City , Utah . There I started school. This house was a two-story house too, but we only lived in the lower part. In the summer we had great adventure playing in the empty rooms upstairs. There was a balcony and a cherry tree which we could reach from the balcony. This we would climb down and up, and the cherries were delicious when in season. All around the house was a tall hedge of lilacs. When they were in bloom it was a beautiful sight and we spent many hours trying to find five-leafed ones, which was supposed to be good luck.</div>
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My father bought Grandfather Stevenson’s farm in Farmington , Utah , and built a five-room house next door to Grandfather Stevenson. When I was seven we moved into our new home. When I was 8 I was baptized at Farmington , in the river. I remember hjow we undressed and dressed behind the bushes. I was glad my birthday came in the summer because in winter they just broke the ice and dunked you in. James Steed baptized me. When I was ten in 1909, on October 31, another little girl came to our house and being Halloween we were a little disappointed because we were not allowed to mix with the spooks. Instead, we had to sit on the porch and watch the others have fun. In the spring when I was ten, I took typhoid and was healed only through prayer and the goodness of the Lord.</div>
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My childhood was spent on a farm at the foot of the mountains. We climbed these and went into the canyons on the north and south. The meadows and lake lay on the west. We gathered buttercups, sago lilies, curley cues and ferns in the mountains, and may flowers and violets in the meadows. We rode horses and swam in the lake. My childhood was very full and free.</div>
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I remember when we lived in Brigham City . My Aunt Effie Johnson died of small pox. The doctors pronounced her dead and her husband Jarvis Johnson prayed for Father In Heaven to give her back her life, that she might raise her eight or nine little children. She opened her eyes and became well, raised her children and outlived her husband. We were not informed of the change and came to the funeral loaded with flowers and tears, to find no funeral, which made us very happy.</div>
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We have a resort in Farmington where we danced when we were older. We had many happy evenings there. I went to the Davis County High School . President L.J. Muer was my principal. Here I met my husband, George E. Jordan, at a dance. He was an Ogden boy and had come to a basketball game and dance. We were married on May 29, 1919 and went to live in Ogden , Utah . We lived there for six months and moved to Pocatello , Idaho . There our first little girl, Dolores Elaine, was born on March 14, 1920. When she was nine months old, she had the whooping cough and measles, which left her in poor health. We lived in Ogden at this time and work being bad we went to Sparks , Nevada . There we found a little Church and a handful of Saints about 25 families in all. It was part of the California Mission. There were no stakes in California in 1921. We stayed there a year and a half. There we learned to love the Saints and enjoyed having the elders to our home several times a week for their meals. My husband was baptized there by Elder Frank P. May, a fine boy whom we learned to love as a brother. My husband was ordained to the priesthood, and was a faithful worker. Bishop Vanderhoof gave us a recommend to the temple and on the morning of April 12, 1922, we were sealed in the house of the Lord for time and all eternity, taking our little girl with us who then was just 2 years of age. I taught primary and Sunday School and was secretary for Relief Society here.</div>
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Now Dolores took pneumonia this same spring and the doctor said we must bring her to California for her health. We came here in 1922 in the summer. Rent was $50 a month for 3 rooms so we rented for 3 months and then bought a lot in San Gabriel County , whiat is now called Rosemeade. There we lived in a neighbors garage while we built a four-room house, moving into it as soon as the outside shell was up.</div>
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The following February 7, 1933, our second child came to us, a 9-pound boy we named Raymond Jay. We spent many happy days here, and we found a branch of the Church in Alhambra where we went to Sunday School and mutual. These meetings were held in the W.O.W. Hall on Main Street . I taught Sunday School here, we had no primary, and relief society was held in the sisters’ homes. There was only about 35 families here then and, of course, we had 2 missionaries. I always loved living in the mission field. There is a different spirit there. The Saints are so close to one another. It seems that after wards are established people become too dependent of themselves and lose a portion of that Holy Spirit that is necessary to maintain and hold a mission together.</div>
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In 1925, Mr. Jordan was transferred to Sacramento . Here we again lived in a mission field. We learned to love the people here and I was appointed Secretary of Relief Society and also taught a class in the Sunday School, but we had sadness come into our home here and we were not satisfied in this town again. Our little Raymond took diphtheria on the 1<sup>st</sup> of April, 1927, and went to his Father in Heaven at one o’clock April 5, 1927. This was a shock to us and I know my belief in this Church and its teachings kept me going form day to day. My husband and I had always been very close to each other but this brought us to even a greater understanding of life and our mission together here on this earth. We took this boy to Ogden and buried him close to his grandfather coming back to Sacramento to take up our life again where we had stopped to pause.</div>
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The following July 20, 1927, a lovely boy came to bless our home and because I always felt bad that I had not given my first boy his father’s name, I named this boy George Earl Jordan. He was much comfort and joy to me coming to me so soon after my great loss.</div>
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During this time the branch had been separated into three branches. The Sacramento Branch being the original and North Sacramento Branch and the Sutter named for the old fort which is still standing there.</div>
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We belonged to the Sutter Branch. Now my baby was the first baby to be blessed in this new ward and Bishop Jensen blessed him. My husband had always wanted to bless his babies but he was so timid at doing these things that he never gained the courage to bless one until the last baby and he gave her a lovely blessing.</div>
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Here I served as secretary of Relief Society, teacher in primary, sang in the choir, and helped my husband with mutual as he was president. We held mutual and primary at my home; these were certainly inspirational meetings, the crowd being small and the Spirit of the Lord being large. We had a large basement and the M-Men would go down there for their boxing and basketball practice while we would have classes on the main floor. Sometimes we couldn’t hear ourselves think for the noise downstairs, but we never thought of complaining.</div>
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Now the depression was beginning to stir and my husband was laid off work with the railroad so he went to work as bookkeeper in a bank This did not pay very well and soon we became discouraged trying to keep up with our obligations so when the bank asked him if he would like a transfer to Los Angeles,, we were very happy as we felt we could find better work here after getting settled.</div>
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We came to Los Angeles in the winter of 1929. George went to work in the Bank of America as bookkeeper. After getting settled, George began to look for better work. This he found with the oil company in Santa Fe Springs as a bookkeeper, but soon the company began laying men off and George received his notice. He then went to work for a truck company called H.P. Truck. The wages were small, but we managed to live within our income and help some that were more unfortunate than we.</div>
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Now we went to Church at Alhambra again. By now they had bought an old building on 1<sup>st</sup>Street here. I was not in the ward long before I was asked to be second counselor in Relief Society, Sister Agnes Bruce being our president. I learned to love her very dearly and enjoyed working with her. George was asked to take charge of the basketball in the Alhambra Ward and being a very fine athlete he made a great success of this work.</div>
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About 1930 we began to build a new building, the old one being too small and the Church sold it to the Seven-Day Adventists. They allowed us to rent it and continue our meetings there until our building on 8<sup>th</sup> Street was up sufficiently for us to meet in.</div>
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Sister Bruce resigned at this time because of her husband’s health. (He passed away in 1935.) I was put in her place. We fed our men two meals a day and raised a great deal of money for our new building and then in September 1931 I was released because of the coming of my next baby, a boy born October 26, 1931. We named him Robert Ray and again I took a short vacation, but the following spring Brother Bill Chappel chose me as second councilor for the Genealogy Society, Pauline Clapp being the first, and again I was put in second counselor to Sister Norah Hoyle in the relief society. But this baby was a very cross baby and when older had to have an operation on his throat, so found I must the relief society work. But I helped them with their magazines and I taught in the primary during these years.</div>
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In 1934 I had to resign everything as my health was failing and August 18, 1935, a baby girl came to our home. We named her Donna Ruth, Ruth for her aunt. I was two months in bed this time and it seemed that my mission here was finished when the Genealogy Class on Monday night sent me some lovely flowers and prayed for the Lord to spare my life. I know that these prayers were answered for I was better the next day and only one week I got out of my bed. I was a year gaining my strength back and perhaps will never be as well again, but I am able to do some Church work and take care of my little family for which I am thankful.</div>
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In 1936, we decided we could save some money by moving to Hunting Park as his work was in Vernon . The building there was finished and dedicated. The new organ was in and paid for so we felt that a good job was finished and we could leave content.</div>
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Moving to Huntington Park, I helped here with the teaching, being supervisor for about a year then again I was chosen for counselor but my health would not allow me to do what my heart and mind wished to do, so I had to ask for a release after about 6 months, but I took the teachers topic and for one winter I carried this on. Now the primary asked for help and I took a class in the winter of 1938. It is now 1939 and I am still there.</div>
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This winter, 1938 and 1939, we started a junior genealogy and I was asked to be a teacher. I am glad now for all the years I have attended this organization for now I may help the young girls and boys to enjoy an dlove this work that is so close to my heart. I hope I might help some of these people to a sure footing in this work that they might be leaders. During all this time from 1921 to now I have been a relief society teacher only asking for rest while my babies were born. I love this work too.</div>
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The winter of 1928 and 1939 has passé by. My Junior Genealogy class advanced with the Spirit of the Lord and are almost ready for their second years work. My primary class went into the Guide Class and I feel these two things have been accomplished well. It is now time to start another winter’s work.</div>
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During this summer I took my two boys and little girl to Lake Elsinor to camp on the edge of this beautiful lake. Both my boys can swim and my little girl loves the water. Donna had the whooping cough while we were there. I also had my brother’s boy Odell Stevenson for the summer. He is a good boy. An old friend Sister Mable Ripley who lives at 1827 Vic Street in Sacramento , California , spent a month with us. Our vacation was perfect. After returning home I put up much fruit and vegetables, having 800 quarts in all as our work stopped in June; work being very bad here at this time.</div>
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Today, September 3, 1939, England and France declared war on Germany , who has been firing on Poland for two days bringing my thoughts closer to our genealogy teachings of the last days and the last war. I hope I may have courage during the things that must come and never lose sight of my duty to do the Lord’s work.</div>
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It was always thought that the Jordans came down from noblemen in England , however, cousins who have been contacted in England know nothing of this story. However, in Salt Lake City ’s library there is a Gerrard from the same territory as the Jordans came from and this could be the noble line in place of the Jordans , however, here is a copy from a book in the Los Angeles Library, Page 1223 – Gen R. 974-1 and Gen R. 920.073 A 511-V4 (Jordans ancient family in Dorsetshire, and occurred very early in Coker Frome, at Frome White Field. Their arms are quartered with Trenchard and Mohun.</div>
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In the windows of Manor House of Wolverton, if windows remain there is almost a complete pedigree of these ancient notables. Wolverton Manor lies eight miles from Weymouth , John Jordan its ancient owner was escheator of the county. The fifth of Henry the IV and his name occurs in a list of gentlemen the twenty-fifth of Henry VI he bought place from his daughter’s heir to Henry Trenchard of Hampshire.</div>
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Sept. 1 Friday – today it is still summer. The children are out of school. My day went as usual. Poland and Germany are at war which brings sadness to we who have been through the world war 20 years ago.</div>
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Sept. 2 Saturday – Drove over to Bell Gardens to see Georges brother Edd on arriving home we heard over the radio England gave Germany until Sunday noon to withdraw their troops and stop fighting.</div>
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Sept. 3 Sunday – This morning brought news of England and France declared war against Germany . We went to Sunday School and the testimony and prayers of our good people were full of the Spirit of the Lord, each one spoke of the ward and prayed for strength for the Saints.<br />
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--typed up by Alicia Burk Riley, April 2015, from typewritten pages found at my parents' home<br />
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<span style="color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">She was a most perfect grandma. I loved it when she played “This Little Piggy” with me, then laughed so merrily. I later played it with all of my grandchildren. She was very talented with her artwork and china, but she also embroidered dishtowels and pillowcases for her granddaughter’s “Hope Chests”. She also painted each granddaughter a set of beautiful, floral china. She later made cute little crocheted dolly purses and embroidered books for her great-grandchildren.</span></div>
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<span style="color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Grandma Jordan had the warmest laugh. It just bubbled up from inside of her. She was always very cheerful with her grandchildren, and loved to teach us how to do things. </span></div>
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<span style="color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">When I was staying with her on a break from BYU, she told me that she didn’t feel any older than when she was 17, but then she would look into the mirror and wonder who that woman with gray hair was! My mother, my twin brother Bob, and I lived by her and Grandpa Jordan for the school year after my father died, in July of 1963. We moved to Huntington Park from North Bend, Oregon, where I started my Sophomore year at the same High School (I am guessing?) Lorna Graduated from in probably 1957. (She lived with them at the end of her Senior year because she had gotten very sick in Oregon. She needed the warm Los Angeles air to get well.) My Grandma taught me to paint a china dish and I have it to this day.</span></div>
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<span style="color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">~Linda Kay Flake Burk (This is told to the best of my memory : )</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Very faintly I recall scenes at the little ranch house near Sholow, AZ, when Aunt Jewel (Ray), mother’s sister, came to spend a short time with us. They seemed so happy to be together, and they made the little frame house ring with their laughter and singing. I faintly recall (after mother told me) that I made Horace cry one day, when I told him I was going to marry mother. “Wall”, he is reported saying, “I guess I’ll have to marry Aunt Jewel.”</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">The next recall still haunts me. We both became very sick. We were in bed together, and mother all the good women of the Snowflake area were trying to help us. It was 30 miles to get any medical help, and the doctor had to come by horse and buggy. Our pioneer father considered faith more important than medicine so we were in very bad shape before the doctor was called. We were delirious by then so I don’t recall the doctor, but I was told he stuck his head in the door and said, “Whoo, diphtheria!” Fortunately he had a good supply of antitoxin with him. When he’d done all he could, he advised mother to keep us very quiet as long as she could. “If they survive,” he said, “They will always be weak and will probably need glasses.”</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Horace was hardly recovered and still very weak when he went with Dad to haul a load of heavy barnyard manure out to the farm. For some reason Dad was driving a fractious team, and seeing some person he wished to speak with stepped off the wagon, and handed the little boy the reins. Something spooked the team and they hit their collars so as to jolt the wagon and pull the little boy off and under a heavy iron wheel which went right over his head. Dad grabbed the horses then saw Horace. The little fellow’s head was flat as a pancake and he appeared as though dead. Dad picked the boy up and ran for two blocks to the house of his sister, Pearl McClause, and she went to work on the little fellow.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">I was told she held the boy’s head in her hands, working it with her fingers, and blowing into the child’s mouth. Dad, a big rough frontiersman, was almost hysterical. His wife had been after him for not considering dangerous situations where we children were concerned. Now it looked like he’d have to face her with the consequences of what she had been talking about. The little boy survived that ordeal, but it was a long time before he would look healthy like the other children. In fact, he didn’t do well until after he was in high school. Then he seemed to blossom, and tried to go out for football. He was fast, shifty, and strong for his size, but the Coach said he was just too small, and he was afraid he’d be hurt.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">It was about that time Dad started to subdivide the farm we lived on, and Horace became his right hand man. A man named Scott who painted houses for Dad was so impressed by the way Horace did whatever job he was given, he offered to teach him the painting trade. That was in the midst of a terrible depression, and learning a trade was considered very helpful for a young person. I was never around when this happened as I had a job at a large produce company and was bringing in a paycheck the family needed badly. But Horace became a good painter -- and was to fall back on that trade for the rest of his life.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">When he was in his middle teens, the love bug bit my brother. He had by then become very popular with both boys and girls, and was a good mixer and dancer. A family from St. Johns moved to the valley and after Horace took a shine to their teenage girl, the father decided to move them back. We planned going to Snowflake that summer, so Horace promised the girl he would come and see her as the towns were only a few miles apart. The closer to Snowflake we got in the old Ford, the more anxious my brother got. We all knew how he was looking forward to seeing the young lady, and how he had been planning to surprise her.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">When we arrived Horace asked Dad for the car to go keep the date he had dreamed of in St. Johns. He received a flat rejection with no explanation. In fact, Dad just turned his back on him and walked away. Horace was absolutely crushed. Mother was frightened my brother might run away -- but after the shock wore off Horace never mentioned it again. Howbeit, that day Dad lost his right hand man. When we returned to the Valley, Horace went to work for Mr. Scott who had gone into the painting business for himself. Dad saw very little of his second son after that. Horace was then called on a mission.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">A year after I went on a mission for the LDS Church, my brother Horace was called to the same mission. We had a chance to work together, and I never had a better companion or one I enjoyed more. It was in MIssissippi, and the weather was mostly hot and humid. We walked the dusty country roads, ate the fare of the country folks, and shared their meager accommodations. One day we walked several miles to look for a family. It was in swamp land near the Mississippi River across from New Orleans. Coming to a clearing in the pine trees we could see a little unpainted shack.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Time came too quickly for us to leave as they obviously had no room to put us up. Like happy children we walked along the sandy road talking of how strong the Spirit had been and how we’d enjoyed the simple Saints. Suddenly, as though it struck the two of us at the same time, we stopped and looked at each other as if coming back to reality. It was Thanksgiving Day! Without another word we walked into the Piney Woods and knelt together. We then thanked our God for the most wonderful Thanksgiving Day we had ever had. In my long life I have become no stranger to the Spirit of the Lord -- but I doubt it has ever come over me stronger than it did that day with my brother in the backwoods of Mississippi.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Later, after we had been assigned to different companions, our Mission President, LeGrand Richards, came to hold a conference in a little farming community of Darbin, where Horace was stationed. Asking where the bathroom was between sessions, he was told to walk out to the ridge, “Ladies to the right, men to the left.” The good man was shocked! He asked the Elders present for one with building experience. He then instructed Horace and his companion to build two “Chick sales” (outhouses) with ample accommodations at mission expense. “This isn’t even civilized,” was the conclusion of the good man.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Soon we were ready to build a new church in Columbia, and a contractor from Utah was sent with his brother and their wives. Horace had done such a good job in Darbin, that he was recruited to help the Pierce brothers. One Elder had been a champion rodeo performer from Canada. A committee for raising building funds for the new chapel decided to put on a Western style rodeo, for the town of Columbia. The mayor was contacted and other dignitaries, who seemed to think it would be a good idea. Advertising for the needed animals produced a great assortment of mules, horses, and bovine. I heard Horace rode a wild mule and did a good job. One of the visitors was heard to say, “They are just a bunch of fun-loving boys, and to think they are all preachers!”</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">We were never in close touch after that until I came home from the Army. By then Horace, Dee and their children were living on a little ranch outside of Bend, Oregon. I was having it rough trying to get started again, and when I went to see my brother he persuaded me to come and join him in running a dairy, and dealing in other ventures. I took my wife and two little girls to Bend and started a never-to-be-forgotten adventure.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">It was a joy to work with Horace, he knew only one pace that was full speed ahead. I had been living a rather soft life, and the first job he gave me was to move a mountain of baled hay from out on the John Day River to the ranch (by myself) with an ancient flatbed truck and a pair of hay hooks. I lost 60 pounds in 60 days, and stretched every muscle in my body to the breaking point. But I felt useful for the first time since I had been home from overseas. In addition to milking night and morning, Horace was cutting pulpwood. Soon I was able to do all the the milking and he went full time to “pulping,” and I helped him part-time.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Working hard 16 to 18 hours a day (everyday) we seemed to literally coin money -- but there was a catch to it. We would get a little ahead, and a milk cow would have to be replaced because of mastitis or the woods would be shut down for some reason beyond our control. I never worked harder in my life and finally it dawned on me; I was not the leader anymore; “little brother” was the leader! It was a great two years, we didn’t come out with any money, but I thoroughly enjoyed working with Horace and I once more got hard as nails and in good physical shape.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">I was fixing a fence one morning when Horace came to me. I could see he was worried. We talked of what needed to be done for a bit; then he said he thought we must break up, as we were just not going to make it. He offered to let me keep the dairy if I wanted to, but he had been offered a job and he and his wife had decided they had better take it. It was a dramatic moment, and we both wound up crying and hugging each other. That (to the best of my recall) was the last time I saw my brother. We worked together closing things up but communication was done by phone. The herd was sold -- and I took a job as a pick and shovel man for a road contractor until my third daughter was born, and I could move my family back to Phoenix. However, I expect to see my brother in the near future, and I hope (and feel) we’ll again work together.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span><span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span></span><span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">My mother lived in Farmington, Utah about three blocks from a large amusement park. There was a large dance pavilion where John Philip Sousa used to give concerns during the summers. They also had dance bands to play for dances every Saturday night. Mother’s brother Ken was her escort and that is where she met my dad, George Jordan from Ogden.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span><span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span></span><span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Growing up in Ogden and being very unsupervised, as a young boy he used to dive from a moving freight train into the Ogden River. This prepared him for his occupation when he met my mother, diving while on fire into a very narrow but deep pool at the Lagoon. My mother soon changed this part of his life and he soon found other more orthodox ways to make his money. My parents were married after a whirlwind courtship. They always remained deeply in love though many times things were very stormy as they had very different temperaments.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span><span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span></span><span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">My grandmother Stevenson died when I was about 10 years old. She had been ill for many years from a stroke. My grandfather Stevenson lived to be in his 90’s. My father had a very hard childhood. He told of being hungry most of the time. He made sure that even in the great depression we always had full stomachs. He horded food and kept the cupboard and the garage full of food. Dad was involved in sports all of his life. His idea of a day with his family was a day at the park with us watching him umpire a baseball game for some extra money. He played ball when he was young and was a professional umpire for the Coast League. In his later years he was a recreation director at the Huntington Park California City Recreation Department. My life growing up was sometimes very hectic but not badly short of love which we received from both of our parents. </span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span><span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span></span><span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">My mother was very slow to anger but given provocation she could get quietly steamed at us. Dad on the other hand had a very low boiling point. There was a great difference in age between me and my younger brothers and my sister. Ten years for George, twelve between Bob and 15 for Donna. I was married in 1937 at 17 (almost 18) so my siblings were all very young. </span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span><span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span></span><span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">I grew up during the depression and I remember it well. My dad always managed to have a job of some kind even though his wages were very low. I can remember my parents buying groceries for their friends who were out of work. During the depression there were no food stamps and little if any financial help except church run soup lines and government bread lines. I had very few clothes in those days –a couple of skirts and blouses and better clothes for church. I was very lucky when I was about 16 to get a part time job in a dime store. I got it by sheer determination. The store got tired of seeing me always in their office waiting room to be called to work. People came and waited to be chosen.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span><span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span></span><span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">As hard as money was to come by, my parents paid for my violin lessons I started when I was 8 years old. I am now 70 and I play in quartets and the college orchestra. Although I am not and have never been a soloist I am a pretty good violinist. The good part is that I have had so much pleasure from my playing, especially the musicals I played for in North Bend Oregon from 1961-63. Linda played Leisel in the Sound of music and I played concert mistress in the college orchestra.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span><span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span></span><span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> I have always regretted the fact that I quit high school when I was only 3 credits form graduation. I thought I wanted to be a beauty operator. I went to beauty school and I had only a few weeks to go when I realized I didn’t like the work and I was allergic to the fumes 8 hours a day. However, I don’t regret my training as I have been able to cut my children’s and my husband’s hair. I still cut hair today plus being able to cut my own hair has been a great money saver. (Note f rom her son Les—Mother did complete her high school degree after dad died)</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span><span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span></span><span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">I grew up in Alhambra California and Huntington Park California. The years I lived there were free from smog and the weather was beautiful. There were still dairy farms around. My dad loved to grow bantam chickens, never mind that mother mostly took care of them. He also raised rabbits to eat and she got stuck there too. One day when she was really irritated she placed an ad in the paper and sold all dads bantam chickens and pens. That is a day the air became blue when </span><span style="background-color: yellow; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">dad got home.**</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span><span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span></span><span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">My life began for me when I was around 7 or so. Things before my brother Ray died are not in my memory. I remember vividly when he was sick. I remember the house we lived in and him in bed in the living room playing with a gold piece mother had on a chain. He only lived a few days after he caught Diphtheria. Prevention shots were very new and people, including my parents, were afraid to trust them. We weren’t protected, however, I didn’t catch it. Ray was given a heavy dosage of antitoxin but he just didn’t make it. He died at home in his sleep.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span><span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span></span><span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">After he died, the Health Department was at our house to disinfect us all. I was given a bath in a metal wash tub that was so strong with Lysol it was sickening. My hair was washed in it too. Everything that couldn’t be washed in Lysol was burned in a bonfire in the back yard. I remember the funeral. He was in a cascade with a heavy glassed covering. My mother told me that he and I were very close. He was 4 years old. In a few months my brother George was born. Then Bob and Donna.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span><span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span></span><span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Horace and I were married November 4</span><span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-size: 9px; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: super; white-space: pre-wrap;">th</span><span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">, 1937. He passed away on Lester’s birthday, July 26, 1963. During the in between years many moves were made and many things happened. Lorna and Lester were born when we lived in Lynwood, California. From there we moved to Phoenix, Arizona where we lived for a year. We then moved to Portland Oregon. This was during World War II. We both worked in the Kaiser Shipyard where we helped build Liberty ships. Dad worked as a painter and I was a pipe welder. I was a member of the Pipe Fitters Union until the war was over and then they didn’t allow women to belong and they cancelled my card. I found it too difficult anyhow to work and care for two young children so I quit to stay home. Soon I knew that Cheryl Ann was going to make an appearance. I was very unhappy with the rainy weather and dad was unhappy with his job. He quite knowing that he would be drafted into the Army. We moved all of our belongings in a car plus two youngsters and headed back to California. We rented a house for a couple of months but the Army made good its threats and he did get drafted into the Marines. He took his basic training in San Diego. Before the Marines came Cheryl. Army dependence pay was very meager and I found it impossible to pay expenses. My parents had a double garage with gas piped into it so we put a gas stove and a couple of beds in it and we moved in. We really had it fixed up quite comfortably. After we moved out my brother George and his wife lived there for awhile.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span><span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span></span><span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; text-decoration: underline; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">First days on the ranch</span><span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">. After the war we joined forces with our good friends Jimmy and Martha Ney. Jim and Dad grew up together in Arizona. They were like brothers. Martha and I stayed home while the two men left on a scouting trip to buy a ranch with not too much money between them. They found 520 acres in Bend Oregon where the seller would carry the contract for the balance.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span><span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span></span><span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Mom Alt had homesteaded the Ranch with her husband who was now dead. For many years she and her two daughters had farmed the place with the help of her married son. They had lots of old machinery, a few cows, a couple of horses, and a pig. Everything was included. The house didn’t have electricity or water. There was a hand pump in the kitchen piped to a cistern that had long ago caved in when a cow fell in. Near the house was a ditch that was the size of a large creek used for irrigation and filling cisterns.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span><span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span></span><span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Neither Martha nor I were keen on the idea of living on a farm, especially one we couldn’t help pick out, but we were not prepared for the story we were about to hear when the men returned home. They both loved to tease so we didn’t believe one word they said about the primitive house, outhouses, and no running water.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span><span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span></span><span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">While the Neys were in the process of selling their house, we loaded our three children, Lester, Cheryl, and Lorna into an old car packed with everything we owned (not much) and drove to Bend. When we arrived and I learned that they had been dead serious about how primitive things were, I felt sick inside. There was a wood cook stove that was large and black with a built in deep well for heating water. When I tried to build a fire in the big black cook stove, my first try, I felt even worse. At times I not only felt like crying, at least once I sat on the floor and cried, frustrated when the damp wood wouldn’t burn for me.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span><span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span></span><span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">I never did get very good at building fires in either the cook stove or in the living room stove. Usually the wood was damp and juniper didn’t burn like pine. It’s a wonder that I didn’t burn up the house as I used kerosene to start my fires. My neighbor, Jimmy (a woman) Alt, Marvin Alts wife, helped me to learn what little I learned. Mrs. Alt left me iron skillets, frying pans, and a Dutch oven. I used to take the round tops off the stove to help the food cook faster. I still have the old Dutch oven burned black on the bottom of some pans to remind me of the good old days. When I got a little money ahead I bought a small pressure cooker and it’s black on the bottom too. We didn’t have any refrigeration so we put things in the small creek (ditch) that ran a few feet from our house. We usually had lots of sour milk, especially when there was a thunder storm. We had lots of thunder storms in the summer time and I never overcame my terrible fear of those storms.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span><span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span></span><span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Well to get on with my story, the Neys arrived but I had written Martha the grim details so she was expecting the worst which it was. We tried living in the same house but that was nearly impossible. We just couldn’t get coordinated. We spent a couple of months trying before we all knew it just wouldn’t work. So while we still liked each other and were good friends we made some changes. We closed off the door between the kitchen and the living room. That gave us the kitchen, small bedroom, pantry, and screened back porch. They took the front room and the upstairs attic.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span><span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span></span><span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">At the auction we bought a cook stove to replace the front room heating stove, which gave them a way to cook. None of us had any water or conveniences anyway. That left the small bedroom for Les, Lorna, and Cheryl. The only thing left for Dad and me was the screen porch. Thank heavens for the home made down quilts Mrs. Alt left us considering that Horace and I slept on the screen porch. We heated bricks to put by our feet and covered our heads as the snow blew in through the screen. The porch was decorated with dry corn hanging from the ceiling, sauerkraut containers, a butter churn, and other miscellaneous items. We slept pretty warm under the heaviest bedding I had ever felt. When we got up in the morning and brushed off the snow that came through the screen. We were so tired from all that weight that we decided to put canvas on the screens. Also, I made a clothes closet out of the pantry.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span><span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span></span><span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">This old house was a cold house. Two feet away from the stove and you were cold. I stuffed all the cracks with newspaper but there were just too many cracks.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; text-decoration: underline; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Max and Francis</span><span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">. After the Neys gave up on the farming, Horace’s nephew, the son of his half-sister, came with his wife and daughter. We had a shed where canning bottles and miscellaneous items were kept. There was a wood stove there. This was their home. The problem with this was that as soon as a fire was built the bedbugs came out of the woodwork. Max and family were chewed up and when they came to our house, we got the bugs too. By the time we discovered what was biting Max’s family it was too late. We had a full blown infestation move in. They were in the sofa and mattresses and we were being chewed to pieces in the night. If you have never had a bedbug attack, you can compare it with a room full of mosquitos, that are blood hungry. We went to the druggist who recommended chlordane. Since that time it has been bound to be a carcinogen. I have worried for years that we had used this as a bug killer in our own house.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span><span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span></span><span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">We burned up the old sofa and chairs but the mattresses seemed to be free of infestation after a while. This was one of many really trying times we had on the ranch. Max and Francis were a very delightful couple. They were always cheerful even through the bedbugs and living in the shed. They later moved back to Arizona.</span></div>
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Dee (3rd from left) with her parents, husband Horace (far right, standing), and Dee's brothers (with their spouses)<br />
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Gladys, Dee, a sister-in-law (Verona) and Ethel Flake<br />
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Dee (right) with her sister Donna<br />
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Dee with her siblings<br />
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Dee, Bob, Geroge (Dee's father), Linda, Lorna, Alicia<br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: bold; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Mary Jane and her brothers picked up buffalo chips for the evening fire. One day as they were laughing and running along, collecting buffalo chips, the children realized they were lost. They couldn’t see anyone around and they didn’t know which way to go to find the wagon train. Mary Jane began to cry. “A lovely lady came to them and said, ‘Why are you crying, dear?’ ‘We’ve lost the wagon train and don’t know where to go.’ And she said, ‘Oh, don’t cry anymore. I’ll take you.’ So she took them until they could see the fire of the evening camp. When she showed them the fire and said, ‘Now go to the fire and that’s your camp,’ they ran quickly without looking to see where the dear lady went or to thank her and when they came into camp the men were just getting up a possy to go look for them. They told their story and the elders told her that this was surely an angel of the Lord had that helped them because they were so far away from any civilization that it couldn’t have been a human person. She always remembered this and told us this so that we would have faith if we got lost and would pray to the Lord.” Mary Jane’s mother married again when she reached Utah, but she was ill with heart trouble and died when Mary Jane was 16. Mary Jane now had nowhere to live, so she went to work for Jarvis Johnson. Jarvis Johnson brought many people with handcarts across the plains and was a widower with 12 children. Mary Jane kept house for him for a year, and after a year was over, the children loved her so much that they begged her to marry their father so that she would never have to leave them. So Mary Jane married Jarvis when she was 17 years old. She gave birth to 10 children and raised all 22 children. She also raised one granddaughter whose mother died when the baby was one-year-old. Mary Jane lived until she was 60 and did much genealogy. As she was canvassing door-to-door to make ends meet, a lady was about to throw out a book but gave it to Mary Jane. It was a record of her Ainsworth ancestors, so Mary Jane did much temple work. “I loved and honored her very much. I always wanted to be just like her.”</span><br />
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In the middle of the eighteenth century there lived in Staffordshire, England, a worthy couple, Joseph Ainsworth and his wife Mary Huff. They were a religious, God-fearing couple and when the Gospel was firsttaken to England by Apostle Heber C. Kimball, they were converted and becamemembers of the Church on July 4, 1854. Mary Jane was born July 4, 1853. Two older brothers, Joseph and James, also blessed their union. When Mary Jane was two years old her father died. Shortly after his death twin boys were born, but they only lived about three weeks. The father was an inventor and died of shock when his partner stole the patent to his invention which he had spent the best years of his life making ready for use.</div>
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Jane was baptized at age eight. One month later the family left England in a sailing vessel to cast their lot with the Saints of God, to share their difficulties, and enjoy their great blessings. They were five weeks on the ocean and their mother was ill all the time. Jane enjoyed the trip, though one day she nearly fell overboard and was saved by a sailor. They had for food only some corn beef and a small cake of white bread once a week. They landed at Castle Grade, New York, then went by sail and boat to Council Bluffs, Iowa. They crossed the plains by ox team in Captain Henrey W. Miller’s Company,leaving Florence, Nebraska, August 8, with sixty wagons and 665 emigrants. Theyarrived in Salt Lake City October 17. The company suffered much from sicknessand about 28 persons died on the journey. Their mother was ill all the way andthe children walked the entire distance. One day when it was nearly evening and time to camp, Jane and her younger brother, Jim, began, as was their custom, to gather buffalo chips for the campfire. Jim was putting some in a sack, while those Jane gathered she carried in her apron. They were so intent upon theirwork that they did not notice that the teams had gone far ahead and had disappeared from sight. Darkness came on and the wolves were howling all around. It was only natural that this boy of ten and girl of eight should be very much afraid. Remembering the counsel of their mother, who was a very prayerful woman, they sent an earnest and faithful prayer to their Father to keep them from harm and to guide them safely to the company. Shortly they saw an old lady who said, “Don’t cry my little dears, I’ll take you to the camp.Follow me.” When they were nearly there, not being a member of their camp, she disappeared. Their mother told them it was their guardian angel, for what mortal being would be there on that trackless waste so far from human habitation alone at night.</div>
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After arriving in Utah, Jane went out to service in the home of a Sister Willis at 50 cents a week and board. She was the mother-in-law of Joseph A. Young. Jane’s mother was an invalid for three years, which necessitated the children doing all they could to provide for themselves andher. When they had been there about three years her mother married Robert Wilson. They moved to a farm in Mill Creek. About a year later Robert Wilson was mortally wounded in a runaway and died in about a week, suffering untold agony. The doctor came once and dressed the wounds. Jane and her brother caredfor him the rest of the time, sitting up with him every night. The day he died their wheat stocks, hay, and everything they had burned to the ground. The shock of losing everything they had and her husband’s death was too much for the already weakened body of the little mother. She died a week later. She passed to her final rest in October 1866. Her last words to her daughter were, “My dear, never leave the Gospel, ‘tis true, and I want to meet you on the other side.” She was a wise mother. Young as her daughter was, she had taught her the secrets of her own being, which was a great safety to her when she was left alone in the world.</div>
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Brother Wilson was a silk spinner, but there being nothing in that line to do here, he was willing to work at anything. Besides farming,he and his wife’s sons made the poles for the first meeting house at Mill Creek.</div>
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After her mother’s death, Jane worked at one time for $1.50 a week milking thirteen cows night and morning, besides her other work. She later stayed with a Sister White who was very kind to her. Through her own efforts and with the help of Sister White, she learned to read well and to write a fair hand. She was always a great reader, thus accumulating considerable knowledge.</div>
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When her older brother was eighteen, he was called to fight in the Black Hawk War. In the spring of 1869 they moved north to Brigham City.Although only fifteen years old, she went to keep house for Jarvis Johnson. He had 12 children who loved her so much they persuaded her to marry their father.</div>
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During the first year of her marriage, she spun yarn enough to make fifteen yards of cloth, enough for the children’s clothes. She knit for the family summer and winter, even making suits for her husband and his sons.She also sewed for others. She was a very prayerful woman and earnestly prayedfor wisdom to guide her in her duties of wife and mother. Her prayers must havebeen answered because every one of her husband’s children lived at home until they were married. She was the mother of 10 children, four sons and six girls.Two children died with appendicitis, each at the age of 21. When her second child, Addie, was born, she had typhoid fever. The doctor said she could not live, but through the faith and prayers of her husband, Brother Adolph Madsen and other friends, she was restored to health and strength.</div>
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The spring after her marriage she became a member of the Relief Society. When the Retrenchment Association was first organized, Sister Minnie J. Snow was president, and Jane was chosen as a counselor. When the city was divided into wards, she was chosen counselor of the fourth ward.</div>
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The Johnson family moved to a farm in Beaver in the spring of 1880. While there she was president of the Primary 20 years and a teacher in Relief Society. She did most of her knitting going to and coming from her meetings. She was in four run-aways,being thrown out three times, but never having a limb or skin broken.</div>
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Her husband died when her baby was one year old and nine months. She had two married children and eight at home. Before his death he said to her, “Mamma, I leave you in the hands of the Lord. You will never want for any of the comforts of life. The Lord will always provide for you for what you have done for me and mine, and I shall always pray for you.” About a year after his death she moved to Logan. She went out nursing the sick for about four years, then she rented a house with 20 rooms and kept a boarding house for three years. Her health became broken so she took up canvassing. She did better financially at this than anything she had yet tried.</div>
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Jane helped prepare many bodies for burial, often making the clothes for them. She did endowments for about 300 and has been baptized for many more. She has a genealogy for about 1,700 of the Ainsworth family. In 1915 she had eight living children, 37 living grandchildren, and five great-grandchildren, all faithful members of the Church.</div>
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On a visit to the home of Brother Madison, he said to her, “Sister Johnson, when you get to the other side and relate your earthly experiences people will gladly sit and listen.” We certainly believe this true, for who does not love to listen to the rich experience of an unselfish life. Sister Johnson certainly had a life devoted to others and to the work of God. Truly the greatest lives are the lives of service, for did not the Great Teacher say,“The servant of all is the greatest of all. He who would be greatest in the Kingdom of Heaven, let him be the least and the servant of all.”</div>
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http://www.blogger.com/profile/15937553252475073018noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-341289378452572023.post-22068955200714361832015-04-10T19:17:00.001-07:002015-05-04T10:13:09.011-07:00Wilford Albert Stevenson and Sarah Adalaide Johnson<div dir="ltr" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;">
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<span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: bold; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Wilford had an eighth-grade education and was considered very educated. In those days, people were lucky to receive a third or fourth-grade education. So people came to Wilford from all over town to ask for his help in figuring out things and doing things they weren’t educated to do. While travelling to another part of Utah, Wilford stayed in a boarding house. A girl named was working in the boarding house; she and Wilford got married. They took out a dry farm (or homestead) for a few years. One terrible winter, Wilford had to go tend to the cows and horses. As he walked in the blizzard, he could not see to find his way home and wandered around and around. Luckily, his wife stood on the porch with a lantern held high, and he eventually spotted the light and found his way home. The next day when he went to , he saw his footprints in the snow and noticed that they went within one foot of a deep well. If he’d fallen in he </span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: bold; line-height: 1.38; white-space: pre-wrap;">could have been killed. “So the Lord was with him to guide him back to the house safely.” He had a big dog on that farm and he loved the dog very much. One day, Wilford’s two-year-old son escaped from the house and ran out among the horses. As the dog followed the boy, he ran in circles around the boy, while barking and barking to keep the horses from trampling the little boy. The dog had saved the boy’s life until his mother and father discovered he was missing and came to find him. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: bold; line-height: 1.38; white-space: pre-wrap;">Life on the farm was hard; if it rained they had a good crop, if it didn’t rain they had a poor harvest. Another of Wilford’s sons had long curly hair down to his shoulders. His mother didn’t have any little girls, so she let her son have long hair and wouldn’t let anyone cut it. One day while mother was at Relief Society, Wilford got out the scissors and gave his son a boy haircut. Mother cried when she saw the haircut! Later, the family was drinking from their well which had typhoid germs. Mother had just recovered from typhoid when Wilford became very sick with the typhoid. Mother was too weak to care for him, so she had a spiritualist nurse come. During the heavy snows, someone would knock at the door but when Mother opened the door, no one was there. There weren’t even any footprints there. The nurse said not to answer the door; it was spirits coming to see her, she said. Mother was frightened and sent the nurse away. After the nurse was gone, Wilford was so enraged that he couldn’t be held down or calmed. So Mother let the woman come back, and as soon as she came in, Wilford calmed down and was quiet.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">built a house out of rocks with walls one-foot thick. In the fireplace they cooked all their food. The large windows had deep windowsills, so deep they could use them as tables! They had to leave their comfortable home and move south when Johnston’s Army was marching to Utah. They thought everything would be burned when they returned home, but Brigham Young promised them that nothing would be harmed. The family had two beds in the one big room; father and mother slept in the one big bed, while all the children slept on a bed that was kept underneath the parents’ bed and pulled out at nighttime. Sarah and James had 12 children, but not all of them lived. One time, Sarah and some of the children were very ill with diptheria. Sarah had two daughters at the time and both of them died. Shortly thereafter, Sarah gave birth to another daughter. The baby was rushed out of the home and cared for by a neighbor until the Stevenson’s had recovered from diptheria. This baby was the only surviving daughter. She had six older brothers, one of whom is our great-great-great-grandfather Wilford Albert Stevenson.</span></div>
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Sarah Elnora’s father, Joseph White, was born in 1801 in Boston. At age 28 he married Ruby Elnora Stearns. He took her home to Boston for one year. In 1830 they moved to Jefferson Co., New York. Sarah Elnora was born here on November 18, 1831. In 1834 they moved to Ohio. Here in 1836 at 34 Joseph White heard the Gospel preached by Acel Blachard and was converted at once. On arriving home he told his wife that he had found the Gospel he had been seeking all of his life. Sarah Elnora’s mother was a school teacher and a Methodist. She did not become converted until 1839 and then after a year of investigation, she was baptized by Martin Harris, one of the Three Witnesses. Her family was extremely bitter toward her for joining the Mormon Church so they moved to Nauvoo.</div>
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At Nauvoo in 1840, Joseph W. joined the Nauvoo Legion. He was one of the mounted guards and remained one until and during the martyrdom of the Prophet Joseph Smith and his brother Hyrum. While Joseph W. was guarding Nauvoo, the little family moved to Carthage, just one mile from the jail. Elnora played with the jail keeper’s little girl. She drew many a bucket of water from the well and often dangled her feet from the window where the prophet and brother Hyrum were martyred. During this time of mob bitterness toward the Mormons, her family moved to Bear Creek, about 8 miles out of Nauvoo. Joseph White was on guard in the City of Nauvoo when it was feared that all Mormon families would be killed or tortured in some terrible way. It was unsafe for Ruby Elnora and her little family to stay home at night so they went to Russel White’s home, a large house with a large cellar. Each evening with the other families they were locked in for safety. The house outside was guarded by six armed men. This continued for about two weeks during which time no one took off their clothes. One day as they were going out of their gate to go to the Hyde home a man on horseback came down the street waving a hat and crying that the prophet and his brother Hyrum had been killed.</div>
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After one year on the farm at Bear Creek, the family moved back to Nauvoo, in the fall of 1844. In 1846 the White family moved to Council Bluffs. They drove at night with nothing more than a yoke of oxen. The next morning Sarah Elnora’s father came into camp and said he had volunteered to join the Mormon Battalion and go to Mexico to fight for his country. On hearing this his wife fainted, but Brother Miller, a neighbor, comforted her, saying he would care for her and the family during Joseph’s absence. Joseph walked all the way to Mexico and California. He returned through Salt Lake City and met the pioneers there in 1847 and reached Council Bluffs the same year. He found his family living in a two-room log cabin. One room was used for a school where Sarah Elnora’s mother taught and supported the family. She taught school for almost two years to pay for food and clothing to keep them well and warm. When Joseph White left with the Mormon Battalion, his family was camped in a wagon. Daniel Miller, bishop of the little colony of pioneers, called the men together and they decided to build a log cabin with one room for a school and the other room for the family to live in. All the children of hte colony came to the little school as she was a splendid teacher. In this way the family was cared for until Joseph returned from Mexico. Sarah Elnora was 13 when they arrived in Council Bluffs and 16 when the family started across the plains to Utah in 1848. They remained in Council Bluffs during 1848 while Joseph earned money to outfit two wagons and teams. The teams were two oxen on one wagon and four oxen and two cows on the other. A man bought them a wagon if they would carry groceries for him.</div>
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The White family was in Captain Gully’s charge and there were 100 teams. This division was again divided into 50 teams with Captain Vanderhoof as head and Captain McCarthey was head over the division of 10 teams. The journey began in April 1849 and took four months. Sarah Elnora, just a girl of 16, drove one team of oxen in the afternoon and in the morning rode a horse and drove the cattle. Her brother Robert, just 12, drove the oxen in the morning and the cattle in the afternoon. About half way across the plains they came to a river and had to be ferried across. About 1500 Indians were moving camp in the opposite direction. This meant that after a load of Saints was taken over, a load of Indians was brought back. That night fifty teams were on one side of the river and 50 on the other side. A double guard was posted for protection but the Indians were not hostile. While camped by the river that evening a boy and girl about 19 went for a walk along the river bank. They had been warned not to go outside the enclosure of wagons. They were kidnapped by the Indians and a short time later a big Indian with an interpreter informed the pioneers that they would return the two for the finest yoke of oxen they had. They were given the oxen and the two were returned. The Indians had cholera and the pioneers took it from them. Ten out of the 50 died with it, Captain McCarthey being one of them. Joseph White also took the cholera, but he recovered after a severe attack. He took an overdose of medicine which caused him to sleep for three days. They prepared to fix him for burial for they supposed he would die, but he awoke and fully recovered.</div>
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Imagine camping at night with all the wagons in a circle forming a corral, the Indians wandering about on one side and buffalo on the other, and listening to the uncanny howling of wolves. One night the buffalo frightened the oxen and caused them to stampede. It took two days to round them up. Some of the streams were so high because of the rains that it was almost impossible to cross. They raised the wagon box by putting blocks under it and even then sometimes the water soaked all their goods. One stream of water was especially swift. Joseph White was in the wagon behind the one his son Robert was driving. The leaders on Robert’s wagon turned downstream because of the the current hitting them. Realizing the danger of his son and the oxen drowning, Joseph called to him to jump on the back of the head oxen and turn them back in the proper direction. With the aid of his Father in Heaven the boy jumped safely onto the back of the oxen and some way turned them back, thus saving himself and his oxen, which were so valuable to them. Sunday was a day held sacred by them and they ceased their travel to hold meetings and show gratitude to the Lord. They also had their recreation period in their little circle when music, singing and dancing were enjoyed.</div>
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Joseph White returned from California in the fall, sick. He planted four acres of wheat, fenced his farm and scythed and cradled the grain. he took sick with putrid sore throat and within five days he died. He was buried in one of the first graves in the Salt Lake City Cemetery.</div>
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After her father’s death, Sarah Elnora went out to work at different places. Before she became 21 she married James Stevenson of Salt Lake City. They lived one year with her mother and then rented a farm.James built a log cabin on the main street of Farmington. In 1853 he went on a mission to the Indians at Fort Supply, some miles from Fort Bridger. He had just finished building two more rooms and making them comfortable when they call came to go south on account of Johnson’s Army coming. They had to leave everything except what they were to eat and wear, and did not expect to find anything when they returned, if they ever did return. They thought it would all be burned. They went south with Brigham Young and he promised them nothing would be harmed. When they returned no damage had been done. Once all of the men had to go into the hills, to get logs, leaving one man to fire a gun if help was needed. One day while the women were preparing dinner, six warriors with intent to kill came up to the house. Nancy Stevenson, wife of Edward, went calmly to them and for the first time in her life talked in tongues. It was the language of the Indians. Aunt Nancy had dinner served and invited the Indians in to eat. They ate dinner and made her understand that if she would give them each one blanket they would leave in peace, and they kept their word.</div>
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Here in this little home they raised six children and buried five, for a total of 11. They added two more frame rooms, making a five room house. They were very happy there and celebrated their 65th anniversary of married life. Both were well at that time. Sarah Elnora died January 12, 1915, at the age of 83 and James Stevenson, 29 March 1916 at the age of 85. Both died at the old homestead they built as pioneers in Farmington, and were buried by their five children in the city cemetery.</div>
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---by Sarah’s granddaughter, Gladys Stevenson Jordan (typed up by Alicia)<br />
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Obituary of Sarah Elnora White<br />appeared in the Deseret News January 12, 1915</div>
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Death of Mrs. Stevenson, Utah Pioneer of 1849. Mrs. Stevenson, an esteemed pioneer, passed away at 1:30 this morning at her home in Farmington. She was loved by all who knew her, her live having been one of goodness from childhood to old age. She cast her lot among the Later-day Saints when only a child, her father having been baptized when she was 7 years old and her mother one year later by Martin<span class="text_exposed_show" style="display: inline;"> Harris, on of the three witnesses of the Book of Mormon.<br />Mrs. Stevenson, formerly Sara Elnora White. was born Mar. 18. 1831 in Pamella, Jefferson county, New York. Her father, Joseph White, later became a member of the Nauvoo Legion and was one of the mounted body guards of the Prophet Joseph Smith. He was also one of the Mormon Battalion.<br />Mrs. Stevenson endured the many persecutions at Nauvoo. The trip to Utah was by ox team, with all hardships and privations incident to that great pilgrimage. The journey was made particularly sad from the fact that she witnessed the burial of many companions who died from cholera. She arrived in Utah in the fall of 1849, when her father and mother made their home in Farmington. She also experienced the discomforts of the move south.<br />Mrs. Stevenson is survived by a husband, James Stevenson, and six children William H., Edward D., Wilford A., Frank, Orson L. Stevenson and Mrs. Herbert Stayner. Funeral announcement will be later.</span></div>
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Edward, James (age 22) and Elizabeth Stevenson in 1852</div>
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<span style="background-color: #eeeeee; font-family: Arial; font-size: 16px; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">J</span><span style="background-color: #eeeeee; font-family: Arial; font-size: 16px; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">ames Stevenson was born 12 August, 1830, in Albany, Jefferson County, New York, to Joseph Stevenson and Elizabeth Stearns. Little is known about his childhood. He left Council Bluffs when about 16 or 17 years old with his parents and family. They arrived. in Salt Lake City Valley in 1848. He always liked to fight for his Church of country. He often said it was easier to fight for the Church than to live for it. He offered to fight in the Mormon Battalion but was too young and could not go. He was a very quiet and reserved man, and he loved music of all kinds.</span><span style="background-color: #eeeeee; font-family: Arial; font-size: 16px; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br class="kix-line-break" /></span><span style="background-color: #eeeeee; font-family: Arial; font-size: 16px; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span><span style="background-color: #eeeeee; font-family: Arial; font-size: 16px; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br class="kix-line-break" /></span><span style="background-color: #eeeeee; font-family: Arial; font-size: 16px; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">He left Salt Lake and came to California in the Gold Rush. He found some gold but living was so high that his gold did him little good. I have heard him say he paid $20 for a pair of boots and $15 for a bottle of pickles. He became ill from lack of proper food and returned home. He must have stayed with his brother Edward where his mother lived. He went from there to Farmington to work; while he was working on a threshing machine he met Sarah Elnora White. This friendship bloomed into a beautiful romance and on 3 November 1852 they were married, and sealed in the Endowment House in 1853. He built a home of two rooms. The first two rooms were adobe, and a third room being added on the east was a rock room. In this little home there were 11 children born, 8 boys and 3 girls and in this home 5 of them died as children, 3 boys and 2 girls. The two little girls, one 4 and one 2, died with diphtheria just a month apart. Their mother being very sick with the disease did not know of their death until she recovered and found them gone.</span><span style="background-color: #eeeeee; font-family: Arial; font-size: 16px; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br class="kix-line-break" /></span><span style="background-color: #eeeeee; font-family: Arial; font-size: 16px; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span><span style="background-color: #eeeeee; font-family: Arial; font-size: 16px; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br class="kix-line-break" /></span><span style="background-color: #eeeeee; font-family: Arial; font-size: 16px; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">When Grandmother White died she left them her 22-acre farm. Here James raised fruit and vegetables selling them in Salt Lake. They always had several cows and pigs. He was a good musician, playing several instruments: violin, base drum, base horn and snare drum. He organized an orchestra in which he played violin for 30 years around Davis County, Utah. This helped financially. He organized a brass band in which he played a base horn, and he also organized a marshall band in which he played the snare drums. He never took a lesson of music in his life but memorized it by going to fine concerts and hearing the great artists play. One evening he attended the Salt Lake Theater and heard a new tune. He went home and found he could only play half of it, which upset him very much. He went to sleep and dreamed the rest of the tune, got up in the small hours of the morning and played the tune clear through until he knew it well.</span><span style="background-color: #eeeeee; font-family: Arial; font-size: 16px; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br class="kix-line-break" /></span><span style="background-color: #eeeeee; font-family: Arial; font-size: 16px; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span><span style="background-color: #eeeeee; font-family: Arial; font-size: 16px; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br class="kix-line-break" /></span><span style="background-color: #eeeeee; font-family: Arial; font-size: 16px; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">He was a member of Lot Smith’s army that protected the Saints from invasion by Johnson’s Army and from the Indian uprising. He went with this army to arbitrate with Captain Johnson. There were about 40 men. When Johnson asked where the rest of the men were, Lot Smith answered, “Just beyond the hill.” There were very few men beyond the hill and this little band of faithful men succeeded in holding the army of the U.S.A. from destroying the homes and land of the Saints for the last time. He also fought in the Morrisite War at Morristown.</span><span style="background-color: #eeeeee; font-family: Arial; font-size: 16px; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br class="kix-line-break" /></span><span style="background-color: #eeeeee; font-family: Arial; font-size: 16px; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span><span style="background-color: #eeeeee; font-family: Arial; font-size: 16px; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br class="kix-line-break" /></span><span style="background-color: #eeeeee; font-family: Arial; font-size: 16px; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">He was a good provider for his family and was always ready to give his life for his Church or Country. He died in the same house that he built for his young wife, the same home his children were raised in and where one year before, Jan. 12, 1915, his wife died at the age of 83. On 29 March 1916 at the age of 85 he left this earth for his reward.</span><span style="background-color: #eeeeee; font-family: Arial; font-size: 16px; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br class="kix-line-break" /></span><span style="background-color: #eeeeee; font-family: Arial; font-size: 16px; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span><span style="background-color: #eeeeee; font-family: Arial; font-size: 16px; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br class="kix-line-break" /></span><span style="background-color: #eeeeee; font-family: Arial; font-size: 16px; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">--As told by his son Frank Stevenson to his granddaughter, Gladys Stevenson Jordan</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: #eeeeee; font-family: Arial; font-size: 16px; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span id="docs-internal-guid-da85c39e-a646-4cd8-1c82-c664a89ecf0e" style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="background-color: transparent; font-size: 15px; font-weight: bold; vertical-align: baseline;">James’ family joined the Church a few years after the Gospel was restored, and James was baptized when he was eight years old. When James was 18, his family joined the pioneer trek west to Utah. When the United States Government asked for 500 volunteers to join an army to fight Mexico, James offered to join this Mormon Battalion. But he was too young and just continued on the Salt Lake. During the Gold Rush, he briefly traveled to California. After marrying Sarah Elnora White, he built a one-room log cabin on Main Street in Farmington, UT, and later added two more rooms. Just as he finished building these two rooms, the call came for the settlers to move south because Johnston’s Army was coming to Utah to attack the Mormons. James and Sarah remained in Springville for a month before returning home. James was a member of the Lot Smith Cavalry that protected the saints. He filled a mission to the Lamanites in 1853. He organized the first four bands in Farmington, including a Drum and Fife Band. He played a horn, a snare drum, and a violin; his drum is on display in a Utah museum today. He played violin in a Farmington orchestra for 30 years for dances, theaters, and entertainments. He taught his boys how to play and had music in the home. He gave his boys one-half day off a week and took them hunting or fishing. He also gave them about one day off a month if they would not play games on Sunday.</span></span></span><br />
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appeared in the Deseret News March 30, 1916</div>
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JAMES STEVENSON OF FARMINIGTON IS DEAD<br />James Stevenson, a pioneer resident of Farmington, died here yesterday afternoon. <span class="text_exposed_show" style="display: inline;"><br />Mr. Stevenson was born in Albany, N.Y. Aug 12, 1830. His father died when he was two years old and his mother joined the Church among the earliest converts. He was a brother of the late Edward Stevenson, known in past years as a missionary, traveler and lecturer throughout the Church. There were also two sisters. The mother, with her little family, passed through the trying times of early Church history, both before the migration westward and in Utah, where she arrived with her children in 1848. James Stevenson married Elnora White Nov 3, 1852; she died Jan 12, 1915. There were 11 children born to them, six of whom are living, five sons and one daughter; three boys and two girls died in infancy. Mr. Stevenson came to Farmington among the first settlers and his life is closely interwoven with the history of the community. He was known for 30 years as the leading violinist of Davis county and he played for dances and entertainments until old age stiffened the once deft fingers. Mr. Stevenson was one of Lot Smith's cavalry soldier in the Echo canyon episode and further east in 1857. All his life he was ever ready and willing to do is share in public work and a s father, husband and citizen he was typical His children are: there are 16 grandchildren and five great-grandchildren.<br />Funeral services will be held Friday afternoon at 2 o'clock in the Farmington ward chapel .</span></div>
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<i>Dee with her twins Robert Ray and Linda Kay</i></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span><span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span></span><span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">When Linda's mom (Delores) was pregnant with Linda and Bob, she told three-year-old Cheryl that Heavenly Father would send the babies to their family. So one day when a family friend was flying a little airplane overhead, Cheryl ran outside and yelled, "Heavenly Father, drop them here; drop them here. Here we are!" When the friend drove the airplane away, Cheryl was distraught. "He didn't see us," she cried.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span><span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span></span><span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">In their tiny, cold, ranch-house, Linda and Bobby slept downstairs in the pantry, just off of the kitchen. Bobby was very sick with meningitis as a baby. As a result, he was very small and a grade behind Linda in school.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span><span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span></span><span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Linda and her family only took baths one day a week, in a big washtub. Linda and Bob, as babies, always got to take the first bath (the warmest bath!) together.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span><span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span></span><span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Linda's family had no t.v., but they had an old radio they could tune in, and an old crank-up phonograph which played big records. On Saturday afternoons when Delores went to town, Linda and her siblings liked to go watch a movie at the theater, such as "Bambi." One time Cheryl was meeting her boyfriend at the theater, so the boyfriend gave Linda and Bob some money if they would agree not to tell on Cheryl. Linda and Bob gladly accepted the money and bought candy with it, but then they told on Cheryl anyway!</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span><span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span></span><span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">When Linda was 3 1/2, she became sick with double pneumonia and perinitis and had to go far away to the hospital, where she stayed all by herself. Her stomach was all swollen. Linda's dad came home from the hospital crying, because the doctor said she wouldn't make it through the night. But her dad and two other men went back and gave her a blessing, in which they said she would live. She did get better, but was very frail and sickly for months. Her older sister, Cheryl, was 7 years old; Cheryl remembers breathing in paper bags and blowing up balloons for Linda.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span><span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span></span><span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">At Eastertime, Linda's Aunt Veoma would send a package with beautiful church dresses, lacy socks, and new black shoes for Linda and her sisters. They were so poor, that was their only church outfit for the whole year.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span><span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span></span><span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Linda loved playing at the beach in Oregon . She and her siblings would put crab pots in the water, then pull them up hours later when they were full of crabs. Their mother would boil them alive to kill them, then the children would crack the legs off.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Lester (age 10) took Lorna (age 12) and Cheryl (age 7) to see baby owls up in a tree. A baby owl fell out of the nest, and Lester told Cheryl she had to climb the tree and put the owlet back in its nest before the mother returned. "Why ME?" asked Cheryl. "Because you`re the shortest; Lorna and I will wave Indian stalks (big long weeds that grew all over the ranch) down here to scare the mother away if she comes back." Cheryl had climbed halfway up the tree, holding the owlet, when the mad mother owl returned. The owl flew toward Cheryl, stuck her talons into Cheryl`s back, and then clawed downward along the whole length of her back, through her clothes. "I`m coming down," yelled Cheryl. "No, Cheryl; you`re almost there! Keep going!" Lester called back. So Cheryl continued climbing up and put the owlet in the nest, while the mother owl flew around the tree making a lot of noise. Cheryl was shaking all over and never climbed down a tree so fast in her life.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span><span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span></span><span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">While on the ranch, Cheryl would climb up the cows, holding onto the tail. Then she laid on the cows` backs and watched the clouds, when only four years old.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span><span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span></span><span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Cheryl would take some rope, go out in the field, tie a harness/muzzle around a horse's neck, then ride bareback around the field. When she moved into town at age 8, she was heartbroken.</span></div>
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<span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">I was in second grade in 1955. I had just moved from our farm in the country into the small town of Bend, Oregon. My new school was much like the school you attend. We had desks like you have and large chalkboards. One thing was very different, however. Girls were not allowed to wear pants. We could only wear skirts and dresses! In very cold weather we wore jeans under out dresses. We played many of the games you play: Dodge Ball, Tetherball, hop-scotch, marbles, jumprope, and tag. We loved the swings, slides, and monkey-bars! There were no computers, cell phones, or video games. T.V.'s were big box-like pieces of furniture and the picture was black and white. We had no remote controls for our TV sets. There were cartoons and a few live children's shows to watch.</span></div>
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<span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">How would you like to buy gum for 1 cent? Does an ice-cream cone or a rootbeer float for 5 cents sound good? School milk cartons cost 2 cents! A movie cost 25 cents, but we very rarely went to the movies. We also did not have movies we could buy or rent. Yep! No DVD's.</span></div>
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<span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">My family wasn't too different from your family, today. Children played outside more. Neighborhood children played games like softball and hide and seek together. We could ride bikes, skate and play on the street safely. We played on the grass and sidewalks - not on the street. </span></div>
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<span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">Communication was done by writing letters and talking on the phone. We only had one phone for the whole family. It looked very different than phones do today. There were no computers in our homes so there was no email and no texting. We also did not have microwaves. Our food was cooked in the oven. There also were very few fast-food places. We had an A+W Root Beer restaurant. That was all!</span></div>
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<span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">Being a child in the 1950's was actually very fun. We didn't miss computers or video games at all. My advice to you is to enjoy your family, friends, and the outdoors. Love you! Grandma Linna</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Sarah Elnora’s father, Joseph White, was born in 1801 in Boston. At age 28 he married Ruby Elnora Stearns. He took her home to Boston for one year. In 1830 they moved to Jefferson Co., New York. Sarah Elnora was born here on November 18, 1831. In 1834 they moved to Ohio. Here in 1836 at 34 Joseph White heard the Gospel preached by Acel Blachard and was converted at once. On arriving home he told his wife that he had found the Gospel he had been seeking all of his life. Sarah Elnora’s mother was a school teacher and a Methodist. She did not become converted until 1839 and then after a year of investigation, she was baptized by Martin Harris, one of the Three Witnesses. Her family was extremely bitter toward her for joining the Mormon Church so they moved to Nauvoo.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">At Nauvoo in 1840, Joseph W. joined the Nauvoo Legion. He was one of the mounted guards and remained one until and during the martyrdom of the Prophet Joseph Smith and his brother Hyrum. While Joseph W. was guarding Nauvoo, the little family moved to Carthage, just one mile from the jail. Elnora played with the jail keeper’s little girl. She drew many a bucket of water from the well and often dangled her feet from the window where the prophet and brother Hyrum were martyred. During this time of mob bitterness toward the Mormons, her family moved to Bear Creek, about 8 miles out of Nauvoo. Joseph White was on guard in the City of Nauvoo when it was feared that all Mormon families would be killed or tortured in some terrible way. It was unsafe for Ruby Elnora and her little family to stay home at night so they went to Russel White’s home, a large house with a large cellar. Each evening with the other families they were locked in for safety. The house outside was guarded by six armed men. This continued for about two weeks during which time no one took off their clothes. One day as they were going out of their gate to go to the Hyde home a man on horseback came down the street waving a hat and crying that the prophet and his brother Hyrum had been killed.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">After one year on the farm at Bear Creek, the family moved back to Nauvoo, in the fall of 1844. In 1846 the White family moved to Council Bluffs. They drove at night with nothing more than a yoke of oxen. The next morning Sarah Elnora’s father came into camp and said he had volunteered to join the Mormon Battalion and go to Mexico to fight for his country. On hearing this his wife fainted, but Brother Miller, a neighbor, comforted her, saying he would care for her and the family during Joseph’s absence. Joseph walked all the way to Mexico and California. He returned through Salt Lake City and met the pioneers there in 1847 and reached Council Bluffs the same year. He found his family living in a two-room log cabin. One room was used for a school where Sarah Elnora’s mother taught and supported the family. She taught school for almost two years to pay for food and clothing to keep them well and warm. When Joseph White left with the Mormon Battalion, his family was camped in a wagon. Daniel Miller, bishop of the little colony of pioneers, called the men together and they decided to build a log cabin with one room for a school and the other room for the family to live in. All the children of hte colony came to the little school as she was a splendid teacher. In this way the family was cared for until Joseph returned from Mexico. Sarah Elnora was 13 when they arrived in Council Bluffs and 16 when the family started across the plains to Utah in 1848. They remained in Council Bluffs during 1848 while Joseph earned money to outfit two wagons and teams. The teams were two oxen on one wagon and four oxen and two cows on the other. A man bought them a wagon if they would carry groceries for him.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">The White family was in Captain Gully’s charge and there were 100 teams. This division was again divided into 50 teams with Captain Vanderhoof as head and Captain McCarthey was head over the division of 10 teams. The journey began in April 1849 and took four months. Sarah Elnora, just a girl of 16, drove one team of oxen in the afternoon and in the morning rode a horse and drove the cattle. Her brother Robert, just 12, drove the oxen in the morning and the cattle in the afternoon. About half way across the plains they came to a river and had to be ferried across. About 1500 Indians were moving camp in the opposite direction. This meant that after a load of Saints was taken over, a load of Indians was brought back. That night fifty teams were on one side of the river and 50 on the other side. A double guard was posted for protection but the Indians were not hostile. While camped by the river that evening a boy and girl about 19 went for a walk along the river bank. They had been warned not to go outside the enclosure of wagons. They were kidnapped by the Indians and a short time later a big Indian with an interpreter informed the pioneers that they would return the two for the finest yoke of oxen they had. They were given the oxen and the two were returned. The Indians had cholera and the pioneers took it from them. Ten out of the 50 died with it, Captain McCarthey being one of them. Joseph White also took the cholera, but he recovered after a severe attack. He took an overdose of medicine which caused him to sleep for three days. They prepared to fix him for burial for they supposed he would die, but he awoke and fully recovered.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">After her father’s death, Sarah Elnora went out to work at different places. Before she became 21 she married James Stevenson of Salt Lake City. They lived one year with her mother and then rented a farm.James built a log cabin on the main street of Farmington. In 1853 he went on a mission to the Indians at Fort Supply, some miles from Fort Bridger. He had just finished building two more rooms and making them comfortable when they call came to go south on account of Johnson’s Army coming. They had to leave everything except what they were to eat and wear, and did not expect to find anything when they returned, if they ever did return. They thought it would all be burned. They went south with Brigham Young and he promised them nothing would be harmed. When they returned no damage had been done. Once all of the men had to go into the hills, to get logs, leaving one man to fire a gun if help was needed. One day while the women were preparing dinner, six warriors with intent to kill came up to the house. Nancy Stevenson, wife of Edward, went calmly to them and for the first time in her life talked in tongues. It was the language of the Indians. Aunt Nancy had dinner served and invited the Indians in to eat. They ate dinner and made her understand that if she would give them each one blanket they would leave in peace, and they kept their word.</span></div>
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