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Mt. Pleasant Relief Society Sisters Letter to Mary Ann Young ~ August 1977

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Mrs. Mary Ann Young
And others of the family,
Beloved Sisters
The painfull intelligence has reached us this afternoon of the decease of your beloved husband and father, and our much respected Pres. Brother Brigham.

He has run his race and finished his course and gained for himself an inheritance among the Gods.

Dear Sisters and children, we the sisters of Mt. Pleasant do most deeply sympathise with you all under this your most trying bereavement. And pray God our Heavenly Father that you may receive strength equal to the affliction you have been called upon to pass through.

Brother Brigham has closed his career with honor and dignity. And like a shock of corn fully ripe has laid down to await a glorious resurrection. May we who are here behind try to adhere to counsels and teaching, strive to emulate his example. And may our whole future be spent in meekness and humility that when our turn comes to pass behind the veil it may be said to us as to him, "Well done good and faithful servants, enter then into the joy of thy Lord".

Your Sisters in the Gospel
MVC Morrison, Pres
Helena Madsen, couns.
Christiana Peel, couns.
Louisa K Hasler, Secty

Marion Elizabeth Burnside Shelley ~ Taken from Mountainville History Compiled by Melba Shelley Hill

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Longsdorf Field Near Completion ~ Pyramid ~ November 20, 1925

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BURKE MCARTHUR HONORED BY UTAH PRESS ASSOCIATION ~ 1975

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Newpapers of Sanpete County

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Saga of the Sanpitch 1980

NEWSPAPERS OF SANPETE COUNTY

Eleanor P. Madsen

Ephraim, Utah

Professional Division

First Place Historical Essay

“When the last editorial is written

And the ink is smoothly dried;

When the papers have been folded

And addressed and wrapped and tied;

When these two who stood together,

Though days were dull or bright,

Will have closed the office door at last

For the long, eternal night;

May the thoughts and words and phrases

Of the things they dared to say

Be their unquestioned ‘press card’

In that land of endless day.” 1

This poem might well be a eulogy to all the editors of early Sanpete newspapers. We picture two
toiling together with laborious hand methods, the only available tools in those early days before the turn of
the century, when every letter was set separately, all the inking done by hand, and the press operated by hand
or foot power.

The old print shops are now forgotten as newer and faster methods have replaced the archaic one.
Even the Linotype is now becoming obsolete as more modern, electric machinery performs many tasks with
minimum effort for the editor and his staff.
Survey after survey has proven that no other medium is so thoroughly read or listened to as the
hometown paper. Indeed, since April 24, 1885, when the Home Sentinel, the first newspaper published in
Manti by James T. Jakeman, 2
residents have eagerly scanned local publications for personal and social items,
odd bits of national and state happenings, and other copyrighted material. Three items taken from the first
editions have a bit of humor for the reader today.
“Salt Lakers are having strawberries and cream and our Manti, more rain.”
Ft. Green Items: “The stores of this burg are paying 6 cents per dozen for eggs and 42 cents per bushel
for wheat.”

“Wide brimmed hats are very fine as substitutes for umbrellas in the sun’ but people do say they are
out of place on the front seats of the theatre. He (she) whom the coat fits let him put it on.
Within five years two other local papers appeared. In June, 1890-, James T. Jakeman issued the County
Register in Ephraim 4, and in November, 1890, A.B. Williams and J.M. Boyden published the Mt. Pleasant
Pyramid. 5.in 1891 the Ephraim plant was purchased by M. F. Murray and Company. The name was changed to the Enterprise 6
by which it was known through the management of ten editors, Ward Stephensen, John
Christiansen, Fred Jorgensen, W.E. Thorpe, Oscar Neilsen, a. E. Britsch, Nephi Christensen, Curtis Mitchelson
and Roscoe C. Cox. 7 Mr. Cox began publication in 1925 and was editor and manager for 35 years, the longest
period for any of the publishers. 8

The plant was located first in a building at 30 East Center Street. It was
later moved to the basement of the Ephraim Bank building and then to 56 North Main (Roscoe Cox Home).
The Mt. Pleasant Pyramid was purchased from Mr. Williams and Mr. Boyden by Burke McArthur in
1911. Mr. McArthur bought the first Linotype machine in Sanpete County, and continued to make
improvements in the plant until it was modernized throughout. About this same time, he also purchased a
permanent home for the paper, the building which it now occupies. 9

“The price of the local paper was combined with the needs of those concerned in Sanpete; it was
printed in kind; in terms of so much hay, so many potatoes or so many cords of firewood.” 10 Rates of
subscription listed in the Mt. Pleasant Pyramid Friday morning December 29, 1912, were: one year - $1.50; six
months - $.75; three months - $.50.
Editorials played an important role in the early newspapers, serving to arouse interest and to motivate
the people to action on local issues. They also helped shape policies and form public opinion on vital matters,
proving that the ‘pen is mightier than the sword.”
Mt. pleasant also had a small newspaper called The Call, which was edited and published by Christian
N. Lund, Jr., in a plant on the south side of the street at about 270 West Main. Mr. Lund operated his plant
first in Salina, then in Mt. Pleasant for a total of about ten years before moving to Salt Lake City, where he
continued in the newspaper business with a paper entitled The Progressive Opinion, which maintained a
circulation in Sanpete County for many years.

The Home Sentinel in Manti with J. T. Jakeman, Manager, and Dan Harrington, Editor, was re-named
The Sentinel in 1890 when H. H. Felt leased it. On October 13, 1893, under lease to Joel Shomaker, the paper
acquired the title of the Manti Messenger, which has continued since that time. 11 Other publishers to the
year 1929 year were J. L. Ewing, Peter A. Poulson, M.A. Boyden and S. Peter Peterson. 12
An item from the January 26, 1894, issue of the Messenger gives an insight into law enforcement in the
city.

“Sleigh riding has been the order of the day for some time. Some of the boys were a little too fast to
be within the limits of the city ordinances last Sunday and as a result were fined on dollar each.”
A rival paper in Manti, the Sanpete Democrat, was first issued in June, 1898, 13 and in 1902 was known
as the Sanpete Free Press with L. A. Lauber, publisher. It sold for $1.00 per year. 14 A local item in the January
7, 1902, edition reads as follows: “The rabbit hunt on Monday between Manti and Ephraim resulted in favor of
Ephraim by a score of 186 to 155….”
In the south end of the county, the Gunnison Valley News recorded this item:
“The great event came when a man named Camp came with a press and started a local weekly, which
he called the Gunnison Gazette. It was housed in a little building that stood on the north side of Center street
next to the school lot. After a short while, in 1909, he sold it to Nephi Gledhill. It was an old Washington hand
press. It took the family to get the paper out. The children would go after school and set type. When the
bank building was finished it was moved into that basement.”1513
In 1919 the paper was transferred to Howard W. Cherry, who modernized its operations and changed
the name to Gunnison Valley News. Subscription rates were $2.00 a year and $1.00 for six months. 16

Many
issues of the paper that year carried items of soldiers returning from World War I. the paper for July 4, 1919,
gave a detailed announcement of a patriotic program followed by foot, auto and horse races, boxing, baseball
and dancing, saluting the soldiers with the greeting: “Welcome, Soldier boys, the town is yours. Let’er bust.”
Prior to the editions of the local papers in the various communities in the County, the readers of early
news were able to obtain the Daily Deseret Evening News, which began as a weekly journal in 1867. “It
contained a variety of material, including speeches, lectures on scientific subjects, messages from church
heads, legal notices, local news, messages from the settlements reporting their progress, etc. It was always
part of the settlement. It gave the people a sense of contact with the world, a basis for comparing their lives
with that of other settlers and made them feel part of a large and important body. Everybody read the
News.”17 In this News, September 22, 1883, there appeared “more than two columns of the full size
newspaper, the names of all the stake presidencies and ward bishops for all the organized stakes of the
church.”

The Salt Lake Weekly Herald (Tribune) also found ready circulation in Sanpete County, 18
In listing early day publications, the Snowdrift, with Roscoe C. Cox as its first editor, provided
happenings and literary contributions from students at the College as well as being a media for training and
developing of talents in the news field.

The local papers were a powerful force in uniting the thoughts and actions of the people in the
communities. In giving due credit to the editors and publishers of Sanpete newspapers in the 44 years from
1885 to 1929, we are aware that they put the good of the people before their personal gain. First and
foremost was their love of the work, hearts that felt and understood the pulse of the community, men who
dared crusade for a better world, sometimes unappreciated, sometimes misunderstood, but never ceasing
their efforts for the printed page until that final copy was edited. These hands that set the type, turned the
presses and folded the papers will not be forgotten. Their words will echo and re-echo from the yellowed,
brittle pages, reminding us of conflict, tragedy, of joy and faith and hope, of life, as it was in our Sanpete
towns through these years.
Sources: 1
Christie Lund Coles, “To Mother and Dad”, Newspaper clipping.
2
These Our Fathers, p. 36
3
Snow College Film Library, Home Sentinel, 1885.
4 W. H. Lever, History of Sanpete and Emery Counties, p. 287.
5
These Our Fathers, p. 103.
6 W. H. Lever, p. 287.
7
These Our Fathers, p. 86.
8
Armanda Cox, Personal information.
9
These Our Fathers, p. 103.
10 Albert Antrei, “The Salty Old Press of Sanpete County”, Enterprise, 1979.
11 Mt. Pleasant Pyramid, December 29, 1912.
12 Antrei.
13 Song of a Century, p. 123.
14 W. H. Lever.
15 Sone of a Century, p. 123.
14 W. H. Lever.
15 Snow College Film Library, Sanpete Free Press, January 7, 1902.14
16 These Our Fathers, pp. 156-157.
17 Snow College Film Library, Gunnison Valley News, May 2, 1919.
18 These Our Fathers, pp. 156-157.
LAND OWNERSHIP IN EARLY FAIRVIEW

Song: Mount Pleasant City ~ Lyrics Adapted from C.C.A Christensen and Taken from History of Mount Pleasant ~ Musical Arrangement by Duane P. Hansen 2013

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SOURCE OF SONG

I write songs as a hobby. One day I was looking at the Relic Hall Website (love it--what a treasure) and was reading some of the Saga of the Sanpitch items. I got motivated about this little tune (attached files for review). The words are adapted / modified from a song-poem by C.C.C Christensen found on Page 193 of The History of Mt. Pleasant by Ms. Hilda Madsen Longsdorf (I believe she is my relative through the Madsen line and my Grandmother Asenteth Swensen Carlson). The music is intended to be rising, stirring with a strong beat to capture the nature and character of our Mount Pleasant pioneers.

HONOR MY ANCESTORS

Another motivation was to honor my parents and ancestors. The understand the Carlson's, Beckstead's, Hansen's, and Poulsen's, Madsen's helped build and serve in the history of Mount Pleasant City.

YouTube Video at the following LinK:

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Deseret News Photo Contest

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To Nourish and Strengthen Our Bodies ~ A Cookbook by Alice Peel Hafen

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At the age of 92, Alice Peel Hafen (my sweet mother-in-law), wrote this cookbook as requested by family and friends who had enjoyed the many tasty dishes she had prepared over the years. With the help of Marc Smith, a nephew she was able to put this collection together. It not only contains her treasured recipes, but also a wealth of photos and memories she wished to share. This blog has already shared some of these with you. Here I will include the Introduction to her book, her personal history and a few of the pictures contained in the first few pages of her book.

More to come..........

'Need a New Washer ............and Food Chopper .... Grind Stone .....Ice Cream Freezer?

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Bert Hafen's Photos From San Luis Obispo 1941 ~ Alice Hafen Collection

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Lee R. Christensen at Schofield ~ 1988 ~ "My Last Summer At Scofield"

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Lee, the out of shape office worker

In the early 1930s, after losing his homestead in the Books Cliff area of Carbon County (he had not spent enough time there) and wanting to stay in the sheep business, however small, my father, L R Christensen needed grazing range to comply with the Taylor Grazing Act. With his father J W Christensen of Fairview who also needed more range for his much bigger herd together they bought about six thousand acres in the Schofield area from Mt Pleasant interests that included the James Larsen family.

By the mid-1980s the acreage was owned by about fifteen of their heirs and operated as an informal family partnership rented to a cattleman who ran about six hundred head of cattle there June to October. It was the ideal place for a recently retired out-of- shape office worker with cowboy fantasies to exercise those fantasies. Here are some of the high lights of my last summer at Schofield.

Schofield - 1988 The Last Summer
Sunday, July 31, 1988, 2:30 p.m.

Back on the property, getting ready for another August of riding, hiking, packing. Left Ellensburg
Thursday. Car camped at Farewell Bend State Park, Oregon. Swatted mosquitos
and talked with the ghosts of Oregon Trail travellers throughout the night. Next day, drove
to Anderson Campground, Twin Falls, Idaho. Spent evening with Barbara, Pat O’Marra,
and daughter Connie. Had not seen Connie since Juneau, 1965. She has since became a
very attractive woman, married, divorced, earned a masters in social work from UCLA,
worked as social worker in LA area. She has now returned to Kimberly/Twin Falls to
work, having tired of the southern California rat race. A very pleasant evening.

On the road early Saturday morning. Planning to make Schofield by mid-afternoon. Was
on schedule until pickup started misbehaving south of Salt Lake City. Pulled into a service
station, but before mechanic could look for problem, it disappeared, so drove on. By
Springville, the engine was dying every time I let up on the accelerator. To my surprise,
I found a garage open and in two hours for eighty dollars I had a new fuel pump and a
smooth running pickup. Decided to stay in Fairview rather than drive up the canyon in late
afternoon. Besides, I was tired, needed a shower, and the weather looked threatening.

Have been here a few hours. Have built a corral to protect the hay I hauled from Ellensburg.
Put up the wash stand. Done some policing of the campsite. Taken short nap. Left
to do is haul sheep wagon from Salt Lake. Build saddle rack. Just heard first loud crack of
thunder as the usual afternoon build-up begins. This may go on for 2-3 hours and, by early
evening, have blown through. We may or may not get some rain.

Wednesday, August 3, 1988
Back in camp. Left Monday for Salt Lake City. Visited with Elsie in Fairview, then on to
Provo where I overnighted. Spent evening visiting with June. Tuesday, drove to Salt Lake
City. Checked courthouse records. Ross and Eva were not married in Salt Lake County.
Checked with Register University of Utah. Was told to send proof of death for transcript,
also two dollars for transcript. Bought Tracy’s Amtrac ticket. She leaves Seattle August
16, arrives Provo August 17. Had visit and dinner with Dave and Susan, who are housesitting
Hal’s home. Talked Schofield.

Wednesday morning, hooked sheep wagon to pickup and was on highway by ten minutes
to seven. Was ahead of the commute traffic into the city; into Schofield by 10:00, after an
uneventful drive, much to my relief. I had expected a disaster pulling a sheep wagon

originally built to be pulled by horses; modernized by adding rubber tires, no tail lights, just
the farm implement triangle road permit, protruding chimney, bounce around stove. I was
fearful that my slow highway speed up Spanish Fork Canyon would cause a traffic jam, but
I was ahead of the traffic.

Was able, with help from steady, sturdy pickup, to locate wagon where it belonged in the
campground. I’m now ready for the summer, but will take a nap first and then see what I
can do about the mice in the wagon. Maybe I’ll challenge mice before nap.

1:00 p.m. - Mice nests cleaned out. Did not see any mice. They may know where to hide
as I attacked each nest. Took mattress and springs out to get a big nest that I suspected had
been built from mattress filler. To my surprise, mattress was intact. Nest must have come
from earlier mattress. The wagon is now fairly clean. Mice nest free at least. It needs
some repairs, which I’ll do over the summer. Needs a new stove or the top of the current
one welded. Will see what I can find in Mt. Pleasant or Fairview tomorrow.

5:45 p.m. - I’ve moved most of my gear into wagon - all but the food. I’ll know by morning
what the remaining mouse problem is. If they have nibbled away at the newspapers or
the leather equipment, I’ll move mouse edibles back into pickup. I’m much better organized
around wagon than a year ago. Even old dogs can learn new tricks. Have hooked
horse trailer to pickup. Ready to take off for Fairview/Mt. Pleasant for last minutes groceries,
beer, and horses. By tomorrow evening, I should be in full swing.

Thursday, August 4, 3:30 p.m.
Back in camp with horses. They did not load easy, but appear to be better stock than last
summer. The brown gelding has bad hobble sores on both front feet. I’ve salved them.
Have them tied to a tree getting them familiar with their new environment so they will not
take off for Indianole tonight. Have not yet decided if I will stake them tonight. Probably
should first night, away from the home corral.

Saw Elmer Fillis and Lyn Paulsen while in Mt. Pleasant. Both looked good. Elmer is the
fittest 64 year old I’ve seen in these parts. It is his winters in southern California; his summers
in Mt. Pleasant with plenty of tennis and golf that does it.

Pickup performed like an 87 model just off the assembly line on the Cottonwood Canyon
grade. That’s seven miles of 8% climb on a hot, hot day pulling a horse
trailer with two horses giving no help.

Finished buying my camp supplies and, for the most part, am completely moved in for my
second summer. Now to get the horses adjusted and me into the saddle.

To my surprise, Lamont only charged me $250.00 for the horses and tack. I had expected
to pay at least $400.00. There are still some bargains - I say - before I’ve ridden the horses.

7:15 p.m. - Have had supper - sheepherder potatoes, onions, and boiled eggs. I use the
water I’ve boiled the eggs in to do my dishes, which have been washed. Checked on the
horses. They are adjusting. I have them in a small barbed wire holding corral. So far,
I’ve been able to walk up to them. Have grained them, small amounts, two-three times,
so they’re familiar with their rider. There is very little grazing in the corral, so I’ve tossed
them some hay. They prefer the sparse grazing to the world famous Ellensburg Timothy.
My telling them that Kentucky Derby winner, Seattle Slew, ran on Ellensburg Timothy did
not impress them. Will check them one more time before I crawl into the old sleeping bag.

Friday, August 5, 11:45 a.m.
I have just washed my hands from my morning ground brushing activities. Was in the
saddle on Old Geld leading Paint the packhorse by 9:30. Fifty yards down the trail, he
dumped me. It was so fast, so sudden, so unexpected, I don’t really know what happened.
He bucked once, maybe twice, maybe three times, then I’m on the ground slightly stunned,
completely shocked, without my glasses. The horses trotting down the trail. Recovered,
caught the horses and started looking for my glasses. Took me forty minutes to find them.

Remounted after tying Paint and rode Old Geld for twenty minutes alone. He is a mount
I must stay alert on. Returned, picked up Paint and rode around, keeping a very tight and
short hold on my pack mare. It is likely the bucking episode was caused by letting the lead
rope get under Geld’s tail. Anyway, no broken bones. I don’t even feel bruised.

Had a great deal of leather work to do. Pack saddle is new, but all straps had to be adjusted.
Stirrups were too long and had been wired set, so had to get out wire cutters, leather
punch, adjust, and rewire. I’m learning to do these jobs, which any packer or rider should
be able to do. After being thrown from my horse, I’m starting to think that the setting up,
the getting ready for, and the equipment repair are as interesting and as much fun as the riding.

Put the horses in the big pasture. Will see how that goes. Will ride again, later this afternoon

7:35 p.m. - I guess I’m through for the day. Did not get back in the saddle, but elected to
drive to Price. I had forgotten how different and interesting the rock formations are for the
15-20 miles before Price. The canyon was steeper than I remembered.

Price was hot and you have to wonder why a town. Got the supplies I needed, but mostly
looked around and came home. My worries about catching the horses in the big pasture
were groundless. The Paint comes right up to me. Old Geld follows.

Bought a small plate of sheet steel to cover draft hole on stove. Have now put good steel
over broken or missing stove covers, so fire should burn and heat, maybe bake as good as
new.

Saturday, August 6, 4:20 p.m.
Back from today’s auto travel. Headed out for Skyline Endurance Ride about 8:30. Arrived
Lake Canyon about 10:00. Saw first six or seven 25 milers finish. First two were
father and son, Ward Arabians, to whom I had mailed photographs from last year’s ride.
Chatted with them about their ride. Talked with Mrs. Reynolds. She and her husband manage
the ride.

Then, under threatening sky, headed down Huntington Canyon. Did not find anyone squatting
on the Valentine Gulch property, but did not walk up into gulch because of heavy rain.
Drove on down the canyon to Huntington, admiring the interesting rock forms and bristol
cone trees.

From Huntington on to Price. Still more interesting land forms. Ate lunch in Price. Bought
insoles for boots - overlooked yesterday - and home. It is an interesting loop with contrasting
geological features from Schofield, Skyline, Huntington, Price. Tracy may want to
travel it.

Saturday, August 6
5:10 P.M. - Grained the horses. They were a good quarter mile away, but came when I
called. That is, the Paint came and Old Sour Geld followed.
Took a few minutes to find the answer to an important question. Do my homemade pack
boxes fit the canvas panniers? The answer—No. Lamont’s panniers are not standard-don’t
even appear to be square. More homemade than my boxes.
The boxes are good for mouse proofing my food. Will work out something else for packing.

Sunday August 7-8:30 A.M.
Have grained the horses, prepared and eaten breakfast, done the dishes, made my bed,
cleaned the wagon and I’m ready for the day’s activities. Will take a short walk, round up
the horses and get ready for a couple hours riding.

Rained some last night—even a gentle rain is noisy on the tin roof of the wagon. There was
no lightening or thunder (they go together)—just a sneak up on me in the middle of the
night rain. Could use some every night.

1:00 P.M. - Lunch finished. Boots cleaned, toenails cut and planning afternoon activities.
Was in the saddle at 9:45. Headed out and wary. Kept old Paint close so no loose rope to
get under Geld’s tail. Rode to reservoir and back. Two hours. Let Paint follow off rope
home. No real incidents but Geld occasionally wants to head home and gets balky, rears.
An alert rider can stay with him, get him under control and he’s fine for the next 20-25
minutes.

2:30 P.M. - Just back from a 2.8 mile lunch hike. I thought I left the place very clean last
fall but the beer can throwers have been back. Will clean it up again.

7:45 P.M. - Dinner and dinner dishes done. Was a quickie chili with beans and Vienna sausages.
Earlier I had planned a more elaborate meal but am back late and tired from a two
and a half hour search for “Rogers Gate” over on the lower Lost 40. Did not find gate and
I wonder if we could get onto our property up his 80-foot corridor. Will take more inspecting.
Will ride over to campground and inspect rather than hike from here. By the time I
hike to the campground, tramp around, walk up and down hills on a hot afternoon I’ve had
it. And that is how I feel tonight. Must yet go see if the horses want water. They do not like
the muddy water the cattle drink.

Monday August 8.
1:55 P.M. - In camp. Horses watered and groomed as Tracy would want. Washed-up and
ready for lunch. Had 3 hours plus ride up to top and back. Good work out for Geld and
Paint followed beautifully. Bottom sore but I’m trying to get in shape.

Tuesday August 9
10:10 A.M. - In camp for morning break. Not riding today. Will dedicate this one to picking
up all the big junk in the camp area—like mattress springs, burned out wagon or car seats

and assorted small stuff. Will throw into pick-up and take to Schofield dumpster or if
moved, all the way to Mt. Pleasant dump. With the big stuff out of the way can clean up the
little stuff over the summer. Dave would like this area for a family campground. If that is
his idea with my time and inclinations to pick-up—learned in military—I’ll turn this area
into a park. Mother Nature has given us a beautiful place to start.

Brant came by last evening and had soup with me. Examined my map of area—and I don’t
have fences in some of the places he says there are fences. The differences all involve LR/
Eva’s property. I’ll ride the total area before I complain to Hal.

Mary Jane’s idea of giving our land to Audubon Society for the Eva Parke Bird refuge
makes more sense every day.

8:00 P.M. - Back from second trip to Schofield. First one to take PU full of junk—successful—
big help. Second trip to make two telephone calls-to Sally-all is well eastern front and
to Robyn—all is well Ellensburg front. While in Schofield had hamburger dinner.

Spent good part of morning with Brant. He took me up on top. Pointed out where water
holes were. Then up Starvation canyon again pointing out water holes. Pointed out the RR
grade where the RR had crossed our acreage headed for Schofield. It was a meaningful
orientation to the property for me. I had some boundaries clearly screwed up. I’m not very
lay-of-the-land talented. Certainly no Fremont the Pathfinder.

Wednesday, August 10
1:20 P.M. How easy it is to lose track. I had to go back to yesterday to make certain it was
Wednesday. Finished lunch—awaiting Dave, who is due today. Had a 2-1/2 hour ride trouble
on one stretch. It is a 200-yard shady lane and 2-3 deer had crossed it just ahead
of us. Old Geld was very obstinate and refused to go. Turned, reared, stood solid so I lead
him. After that things went well. Will have to ride him back and forth in there a number of
times. I’m occupied with the horses, getting them, saddling, riding, unsaddling, grooming
and returning them to pasture via water hole from 9:00 to 1:00 on a day like today. A full
morning.

6:15 P.M. Dave has just left-got here about 2:45; had 1-1/2 hours discussion with Ag man
from Price-I did not sit in on conversation. Since they adjourned we have sat in sheep
wagon-2 beers each and talked family, Schofield, etc. Good afternoon.

Thursday August 11
11:40 A.M. As they say in the Air Force, “It was smooth sailing until we hit Turbulence.”
One half hour out on the trail and up a steep slope Old Geld decided to get rough. I stuck
with him for 4-6 twisters and then I was rolling down the hill. Both horses took off—
haven’t seen them since (10:30 was F for Fly Hour). Have a skinned elbow, sore neck—
maybe a slight whiplash and sore right rib cage—maybe a broken rib or two.

First chore is to find horses. I’ll return the Geld overnight in Fairview to see how I feel in
the morning and if all is well come back here. If not we’ll have to make some decisions.
But first the horses.

1:15 P.M. Back in camp—horses up road a piece—tied up. I’ll have a light lunch—hook up
the trailer and return Old Geld. Will take both horses, but if I’m feeling OK tomorrow will
bring Paint back with hopefully a reliable mount. Right now, I’m a little sore all over. Like
maybe I’ve gone a quarter with the Chicago Bears.

The next crisis will be loading? A beautiful doe just strolled through the campsite.
Friday August 12

9:05 A.M. Parked here in front of Lamont’s while he brings up a substitute for Old (High
Hips) Geld. Got into Fairview last evening about 5 P.M. Took me about one hour to load
horses—a little patience—damn little, and some force. Spent night here in Fairview. Had
dinner at Stu’s with Ted Mower and his wife Goldie—then out to his Oak Creek home for
pleasant 2 hour visit.

Got up this morning and did my laundry. Now I’m ready to hit the saddle and trail. Some
pain to neck and right rib cage, otherwise sound as the American dollar.

1:20 P.M. - I appear to be back in business. Arrived back in camp about 11:30. Tied and
fed horses-had lunch. Moved excess gear back onto horse trailer, watered horses, grained
them for orientation purposes and am now ready to relax. Only thing missing appears to be
saddle water canteen. Probably where I unsaddled and tied horses yesterday afternoon.

New gelding appears to be much calmer and pleasant-Old Geld was very sour—had his
ears laid back most of the time—drove Paint away from the grain-threatened on and off
while they were grazing. A very unpleasant horse. He was certainly one you would suspect
as being a closet bucker—which he turned out to be.

Lamont was very apologetic for Geld’s actions and thinks I have one that will respect my
Senior Citizen status.

7:00 P.M. Have just finished dishes—sumptuous meal—canned string beans, potatoes,
boiled: chicken gravy with a can of chicken in it. Too full for dessert—which was to have
been canned apricots—maybe later.

Saturday August 13
10:15A.M. Just finished an extensive policing of immediate camp area. Have two bags for
dumpster. I find pieces of wire above every footstep. Will not ride today. Both neck and ribs
sorer than yesterday—probably because I did not keep them warm enough last night. Both
feel better after hour of walking and picking up.

Will go into Price today. Check out some activities for Tracy and me—maybe send a
postcard or two. Horses came for grain when I called. I think they will be catchable when
I’m ready to ride. New Geld could use a little weight, so 2 days rest won’t hurt him. Paint
getting fat.

6:00 P.M. I’m about to grain the horses, halter them and take them to water. I’ll be interested
in seeing if they drink as I’ve not watered them since noon yesterday. There is water
in the pasture—if they’re found it-and a good dew fall last night.

A frustrating day that ended with what I wanted to get done. Picked up the metal milk
boxes in Schofield—was given them. Went to Price—money machine would give me no
money. Computer said “unable to verify with your bank.” Went by to get water—sign said,
“non-potable.” Two strikes. Started researching the water problem. City officials had referred
me there for water last week. In the Museum—when I inquired about Visitors Center
I was asked what my problem was—being that the Center closed. I explained—a knowledgeable
gentleman (I hope) said if the water was coming out a faucet it was drinkable.
Price had only the one water system-and piped water drinkable.

So, on way to get water, tried bank again—and what do you know—got my money. Bought
some books—and two dishpans, which I’ll use for grain feeders, and came home. Did visit
both Helper Coal Museum and Price Museum. Both good.

6:40 P.M. Grained and watered Old Paint—didn’t drink much so either not thirsty or too
excited to drink because Old Geld not with us. He was too quick for me to get a rope on
him. Better luck in the morning. If I’m ready to ride. Now for the evening meal. What will
it be....

Sunday August 14
8:20 A.M. Waiting for the coffee to perk. Have been out and grained and caught Paint. She
is tied in what I call the stall area. Old Geld did not take his grain and I did not catch him. I
have a special problem here. Part of my summer challenge.

Neck and right rib cage still sore—spent a restful night.

11:20 A.M. As I’ve hinted at before—the challenge of living out here may be what all the
fun is about. And horses in the mountains represent a major challenge. I decided to lure Old
Geld into the smaller pasture/corral. The same corral I kept Brown Geld and Paint in the
first night I had them. The gates were not all they should be and in anticipation that I may
have a problem catching Old Geld I’ve spent the morning improving the gates. I think I’ve
got the gates so he won’t try and jump them. The fence is generally good.

After fixing the gates I put Paint in the corral and in came Old Geld (O.G.) I shut the gate
and I now have him in a corral—-still big about 75 yds. 50 yds-but by much smaller than
the 2 mile sq. pasture he has been in. About 5 P.M. I’ll go down and see if I can catch and
ride him. I’ll keep them there until I leave for Provo and Tracy. Feed them hay.

Have dead calf in pound—will try and drag it out this afternoon-or better yet let Brant do it
when he returns tomorrow.

1:35 P.M. I moved dead calf 50 yds beyond pound—Brant can probably tell what killed it.

7:15 - End of day. Cold Quik Chocolate drink for dinner as I had hamburger at Finn’s Inn,

4:00 P.M. Went up to Madsen Cove State Park to see if I could locate Rogers 80’ that we’re
trying to access to our property. Have a general idea-but general is not good enough here—
that 80’ could take in an impossible hill. I may ask a surveyor to locate it for me.

Did get in 25 min. riding on Old Geld. Took me a few minutes even in the small corral
to catch him. Paint goes wild when he is not near and for my short ride I tied her but she
skinned her shoulder trying to get loose. It’s one problem after another with horses. Good
chocolate drink—must drink it more often.

Monday August 15
8:50 A.M. - Off to a slow start. Haven’t had breakfast yet. Have lured the horses into the
corral so if I decide to ride they are available. We have a fully overcast sky and hopefully
will get a good rain. It has been hot and dry and I can notice the change in vegetation since
I’ve been here. Yesterday not a cloud in the sky. Today I hope rain.

Unlike last summer when there was a build up every afternoon with some rain with much
lightening and thunder. This summer has been peaceful and dry.

9:29- Started to rain hard enough that you can hear the pitter patter on the sheep wagon’s
tin roof—Hope it lasts all day. I would like the area green for Tracy. She is not used to a
dust bowl.

11:05 A.M. - Housekeeping done—ready to catch horses and ride-Cat went by about

9:40—-thought I would walk up and see it in action. As I was headed up that way Brant
came by and I rode up with him. Cat was to work upper pond today, so I just watched them
unload—at first cattle guard, then caught ride back to camp with son of Cat operator. They
will be working 2nd pond tomorrow, near Andy Anderson’s cabin-should be able to see that
one.

Cabin is the Andy Anderson cabin, the original homesteader. Andy was a James Larsen son in law and a long time science teacher at North Sanpete

Will get no rain today—has passed over without doing anything but teasing. Right lower
rib cage bothering me today. Neck not too bad.

2:55 P.M. - Have just finished my cheese and beer lunch-Bud Light-not worth the can its
packed in. Have not yet found a dark or foreign beer in Utah. Rode Paint for about 1 3/4
hrs—leading Old Geld. Paint is hard to bit—tosses her head, but is otherwise a good horse.
Needs work and Tracy can give it to her. Mr. AlIred looked at her-says she is only a four
year old. If so she’ll be a good one. Could be pretty, too. I’ve let her get too fat. And she is
friendly—most of the time I can walk up to her. Today’s catch was not one of them. But I
was patient, friendly and in due time caught both of them. Have turned them into the big
pasture for the afternoon and night.

Right rib cage giving me pain.

10:10 P.M. late for an old timer—I’ve been into town with Brant. I had walked up to the
cabin hoping to see what construction they had done, and hoping to ride back with Brant
and Jack. On reaching the cabin and finding no Cat—and looking at the tracks I decided
they had gone. About a third of the way back they caught me. Brant was taking Jack to
Clear Creek and invited me to come along. But again about a third of the way to Schofield
we passed Jack’s son coming for him. Brant and I adjourned to Finn’s Inn where Brant had
dinner—a hamburger and a beer and I had a beer. Four or five Mexican sheepherders were
drinking beer and shooting pool and a couple of other cattle runners were there to kid Brant
about how his cows are scattered all over the mountain—which I guess is true. A late but
enjoyable evening. If you’re playing fantasy cowboy its best done in the company of real
cowboys.

Tuesday August 16
9:35 A.M. - Horses grained and corralled. Breakfast prepared and eaten (coffee, eggs and
Vienna Sauages), dishes washed and dried, bed made and wagon swept. Now for catching
the horses, saddling and riding for 2-3 hrs. Then off to Fairview for the night-was unable to
get reservations in Provo-and pick up Tracy Wednesday morning.

12:10 - Sitting here belching my lunch and finishing my Rainier Lite-which is causing the
belching—Oh! for a good beer.

Have had an hours ride on Old Geld—Paint following-they are still saddled and I’ll ride another
hour or two before calling it a day. Old Geld did not misbehave—though I had to lead
him up what I’m going to call the “reluctant trail.” Brown Geld had same problem though
this time I suspect OG could hear the Cat in the distance.

Wednesday August 17 3:20 P.M.
Back in camp with Tracy and her tent is pitched. Bed roll moved in and she has set up
housekeeping.

Stayed the night in Fairview because I couldn’t get reservations in Provo. Headed out at
6:00 A.M. to meet incoming Amtrak—due 7:30—but was one hour late—Tracy said they
ran out of water in middle of Idaho. Tracy and I had breakfast with June—pleasant visitthen
on to Fairview to pick up saddle and bridle for Old Paint—actually 5 years old according
to Lamont. Then up to Schofield. Drove Tracy around reservoir to give her lay of land.

Yesterday before leaving put in another two hours in saddle—a good part of it driving
Brant’s cows.

Last evening spent 1-1/2 hours with Dean Staker, old National Guard buddy. He appeared
delighted that I had looked him up. Most people like to be remembered.

Tracy

My daughter, Tracy.

Thursday August 18
8:40 P.M. - Tracy and I had three hour ride today—over to lost 40, back to 2nd 40, into big
pasture and home. We had not intended to ride that much for Tracy’s first day—but got carried
away. Old Paint had gotten out of Big Pasture and was with Brant’s horses—so it was

11 A.M. before we got started. We’re both looking forward to tomorrow’s ride into the far
corner of Eva’s property.

After a ride visited Clear Creek which is considerably smaller than Schofield—50 people
vs. 100. Had rice with tuna fish gravy for dinner. As usual my gravy too thin and of course
runny.

Friday August 19
5:20 P.M. - Diner and lunch combined—just finished. In saddle at 10 A.M. Five and onehalf
hours later back in camp. Rode down to blue gate—up on top—over to Starvation/Bear
Ridge Road—down to Pond-Mill and home. Almost too much for your Senior Citizen.
Tracy doing great, youth will tell. Making plans for Park City endurance ride tomorrow.

Sunday August 21 9:35 P.M.
Tracy has kept me so busy I haven’t had time to write. Yesterday Saturday 8/20 left camp at
6 A.M. for Park City and Endurance ride. Had breakfast Tucker; got to ride about 10:30—
watched for an hour and headed home—Lunch in Heber—some shopping in Orem, Springville
and back to camp about 3:30 P.M. Was cold enough to build fire in wagon stove. Had
light rain for about 1/2 hour. Bow hunting pressure light.

Today we left camp at 9:30 A.M. on foot and walked shoreline to Carbon Co Campground.
Tracy sunned until about 1:30. Then we walked home via front Lost 40.1 look a one hr.
nap. After dinner we walked beyond gate one. Counting her early morning jog, Tracy
covered in excess of 10 miles today. I’m about 2-3 miles behind. On our hike to gate I we
got soaked so came back. Built fire in wagon stove, and have dried some of our garments.
Through the night in the dying heat the others should dry.

Monday August 22
4:55 P.M. - Dinner over, dishes washed, relaxing after 5-hour ride. Went onto Eva’s property
to the Northern end. Was a small lush meadow near end. Then rode up Starvation road
to Blue gate. Some ripe chokecherries along Starvation. Passed convoy of Bow hunters
headed home, 4-5 motorhomes and trailers. Tracy having trouble with Paint tossing her
head so we took bridle off and used only the halter. Some improvement.

8:20 P.M. - Back from climb of Baldy. Good steep climb of 45 minutes—wandered around
coming down so it took one hour. Found dead doe—couldn’t’ tell if shot with arrow. Was
the doe that had been in camp during my first 3-4 days here. What a waste. Had been dead
a very short time.

Wednesday August 24
7:30 A.M. - Tuesday - Rode 3 hours. Hiked with Paint carrying water cans to piped
spring and brought back 10 gals. of water. Tracy jogged 4 miles. Evening rode with
Brant while he and his great dog brought up small herd of cattle and placed them on
Eva’s land.

Now for today. Getting ready to do Nine Mile Canyon. Tracy out jogging (2 miles) while I
make coffee.

Thursday August 25
6 P.M. - Just back from 2 hour ride—a shorty. This morning we hiked Baldy via the first
gate—about a mile hike with a 1200 ft. elevation gain. Tracy no problem. Lee huff and
puff.

Yesterday we did Nine Mile-an interesting drive-Cliffs have Indian petrographs going back
800 years. Saw some, but had trouble following guide brochure. Canyon also great geology
study. At end of the road (as far as we went) was an old ranch with real cowpokes getting
ready to round up cows and a log cabin tavern. Long drive but interesting.

Sunday August 28
7:45 P.M. - Just finished the evening 3 miler. Added up to the breakfast 4 miles Tracy and I
have done 7 miles. A relaxing, short exercise day. After yesterday I needed it.

Saturday—yesterday—we went to Mt. Timpanogas—Tracy climbed it. 18.2-miles round
trip with elevation gain of 4350 ft. She made the round trip climb in six hours—unbelievable.
I did not summit-made the ridge overlooking Provo—a magnificent view-in 3-1/2
hrs. Probably 14 miles round trip, with elevation gain of 3200 ft. Rested 1/2 hrs. and when
Tracy returned from Summit headed down. She was good hour or hour and a half ahead of
me. I felt fine and could have reached summit in another hour. I cannot climb with Tracy’s
speed and energy. It is a great climb—good trail—too many people, with a constant, spectacle
view. Highly recommended for active people.

Came back to Provo had dinner with June-got back to base camp about 9 P.M. Great day.

Left camp Friday—took in Price—the museurn-Huntington Canyon, Valentine Gulch-overnighted
in Fairview where we did our laundry and showered. It was probably the shower in
Fairview that made Tracy’s great climb possible.

Wednesday August 31
9:45 A.M. - Starting to break camp—will at a slow pace—fold up tent—put away Tracy’s
sleeping bag-shine her boots. Probably go into Schofield for hamburger dinner. Tomorrow
take horses back-come back here for night and clean out, clear out Friday.

Took Tracy to Provo yesterday where she caught 9:25 P.M. bus for Amtrak in Salt Lake.
Her Provo Amtrak had not made it out of Denver because of washed out bridge. We had
dinner with June, prepared by her from produce from her garden. A pleasant afternoon and
evening visit.

Monday we had ridden to top of Little Bear Canyon—6-1/2 hrs in saddle.

Sorry to see Tracy go. She has been a good companion—and I think she had an interesting
time—a pleasant respite from her studies. The end of summer always brings a little pain.
The more pleasant the summer, the more pain.

2:40 P.M. - Tent down—dried, rolled and boxed. Saddles and related tack in horse trailer
ready to return to Lamont. Boots cleaned, oiled, waxed and shined. Tracy’s ready for storage.
Horse baled hay to scatter; all temporary camp construction taken down with exception
of washstand. There is a threat of rain and if it comes heavy will make leaving difficult.

7:30 P.M. - Back from Schofield where I had a hamburger and beer at Finn’s Inn. Called
Mary Jane, Maxine and Lynn Poulson. Made tentative plans to have dinner with Maxine
Monday Sept.12. Lynn not available Friday so will try and see him when I come back
through after BYU.

Thursday Sept I
5:40 P.M. - Had horses loaded and out of camp by 9:45 A.M. Both must have been anxious
to leave as I caught them in the big Pasture. Paint always nervous to load but she went in
without too much fuss. Geld took a little quiet urging. In Fairview and unloading 11:15.

Went by Mt Pleasant and Elmer Fillis hoping to find him home and a dinner date tomorrow
night—no luck. Headed back to property final camp breaking by 2:30.

Have now finished about 60% of loading. Will finish after dinner. Leave only gas stove
for breakfast coffee. While in Fairview will call Barbara—Tracy home. Summer winding
down. The last two weeks have been very good.

Friday Sept. 2
7:50 A.M. - Breaking camp. Heading out at 7:35. Left clean camp as only an old soldier
can do.

Visitors to the camp prior to 1988

Sheepherder and dog
Photo taken years before 1988

Activities of Father's Life Remembered by James Monsen

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He was always ready and willing to answer to calls made upon him from church or state.

The first steam sawmill brought to Mt. Pleasant was by Peter Y. Jensen. and placed in Cedar Creek Canyon. But before it could be placed, a road had to be constructed. Father was the supervisor.

Father assisted in leveling of the hill where the Manti Temple now stands, after which a sawmill, called the Temple Sawmill, was placed in Twin Creek Canyon, where lumber was sawed to be used in the construction of the Temple. the work was carried on winter and summer. Men donating their work , with a few exceptions, who were paid temple-scrip, with which they could buy such commodities as were donated by the people.

grew weary of going around. That is where we boys fit in. The tanners were glad to have the horse ridden, to make him carry on..

The bark, when ground, was placed between the hinds in the vats, for just what purpost I never knew. The bark was peeled from large logs in summer time, about three feet in length, then piled in ricks to dry. From a distance it looked like ricks of cord wood.

Margaret Thompson ~ Granddaughter of James Buchanan Porter

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1975

Minnie Rutishauser Honored On Her 90th Birthday

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Class of 1924 ~ They're Comin' Back In 1974

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Days The Dearest

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A short synopsis of her life:

To those of you who may not know the story of Ellis Reynolds Shipp, she came across the plains as a child with her father and mother. Their first home was in Pleasant Grove. Her mother passed away, her father remarried. They later moved to Mt. Pleasant. Everyone who knew her knew she had a great gift. She learned fast, remembered everything. She was obviously very intelligent. When Brigham Young came to Mt. Pleasant for a conference, he asked to meet with this young girl. After visiting with her a short while, he invited her to live in the Lion House with his family where she could get the best education possible here in the Utah Territory. She prayed about it and worried some about leaving her father. Her father encouraged her to go to Salt Lake and take advantage of Brigham Young's offer. She was tutored with the children of Brigham Young. One of her tutors was Karl Maeser. She later married Milford Shipp and ultimately gave birth to ten children. Four of those children died in infancy. Milford had entered into polygamy and married four more wives. Brigham Young announced that women would be sent east for training as doctors so that they could return to Utah and serve as physicians. Ellis left her children with her sister wives and went to Philadelphia to study medicine. After three years, she returned home and set up her medical practice in Salt Lake. During her career she delivered more than 5,000 babies. She also served on the Relief Society General Board. Amongst everything else she accomplished in her life, she wrote a book of poetry entitled "Life Lines". As you read the poem below, she mentions the fort, the mill, school days, and dances with candle light. Many of these memories I am sure were of our own dear Mt. Pleasant! The Daughters of Utah Pioneers honored her this month of October with a story. We are proud to call her one of our own.

Dan Jorgensen ~ Passed Away May 1st, 2013

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Dan Jorgensen

May 1st, 2013

07/22/1927 05/01/2013

Our beloved father, grandfather, brother, uncle, cousin and friend; Dan S. Jorgensen, 85, passed away on Wednesday, May 1, 2013 at his home in Mt. Pleasant, UT. He was born July 22, 1927 in Mt. Pleasant, UT to David and Bertha Swensen Jorgensen. He married Flora Lee Larson on March 12, 1954 which was later solemnized in the Manti Temple on April 15, 1964. He attended Wasatch Academy and at age 17, joined and served in the U.S. Navy during WWII. After his service, he and his father operated a logging and sawmill business and hauled many loads of logs off of Fairview Canyon. He then started his own excavating business and began hauling sheep in his Mack Truck where he met many special lifelong friends. This period of time was the highlight of his life! He was known as “Digger Dan”, was a humorous jokester and always wore the visor turned up on his hat, which became his signature trademark. He could fix anything, and enjoyed working in his shop! He loved animals and always had a dog by his side. He and Flora Lee loved being with their close knit group of friends that have been together for many years. He is preceded in death by his parents, his wife of 51 years and daughter, Annette Jorgensen. He is survived by daughters Becky Pepper, Salt Lake City; Dana Lee (Chris) Sorensen, Mt. Pleasant; Dixie (Kirk) Terry, St. George; Lisa Shipley, Midvale and one sister; Frankie (Kenneth) Bowers, Las Vegas, NV; 14 grandchildren and 13 great-grandchildren. We will love and miss him dearly! There will be a viewing on Sunday, May 5, 2013 from 6-8pm at Rasmussen Mortuary, 96 N. 100 W. Mt. Pleasant, UT. Funeral Services will be held Monday, May 6, 2013 at 11am at the Mt. Pleasant LDS 6th Ward Chapel, 5th North and 3rd West with a viewing from 9:30am-10:30am prior to the service. Interment, Mt. Pleasant City Cemetery with military honors. Online condolence at rasmussenmortuary.com

Norma Theressa Rasmussen Anderson Passes Away

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Caroline Christine Iversen Morrison ~ Third Wife of William Morrison

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Compiled from oral narratives to her children and grandchildren and from memory by her son Walter William Morrison

Caroline Christina Iverson Morrison

More than thirty eight years have passed since mother died. It is pleasant to recall and to think of recording the changes, the achievements - even the hardships and adversities of a life so consecrated to the well-being of her companions and her posterity. Her first-born, James Bruce, who came before her nineteenth year, would have done it much better. But her youngest daughter, Lula, has confirmed and added to my memory of the stories that have become a heritage of her family.

She had inherited qualities of patience, industry, integrity, and self reliance from her sturdy Danish father and mother who, among the "pure in heart", accepted the message of the early missionaries in Denmark. Being thrifty, with a trace of Jewish blood in the father, they were soon ready for immigration to Utah - a family of seven - two sons and three daughters. Hans Peter remained to complete a mission.

They set sail from Denmark late in 1855, across the North Sea to England, then by rail to Liverpool. They sailed from Liverpool on the John J. Boyd 12 Dec. under Canute Peterson. They had a very stormy passage, being driven back to the Irish coast after about a third of the way across the Atlantic. After eleven weeks and five days they reached New York and were warmly greeted by Apostle John Taylor. President Petersen took his company by rail to points in Illinois and Missouri until ready for the journey across the plains. Jeppe Iversen and family waited at Alton, Illinois a short distance north of St. Louis, where most of the saints waited.

The Canute Petersen company left St. Louis on the S.S.Arabia up the Missouri River on 2 June 1856 for Florence Nebraska where they made preparations for the journey by ox team to Uta. William and Margaret Morrison and other saints were with the company from St. Louis. They left Florence on 26 June, and reached Salt Lake City on 20 September.

Caroline Christine Iversen was bornb 15 December 1842 at Westbjerg, Song, Aarhus Amt. Jutland, Denmark. She was not yet 14 years old when they reached Utah. Jeppe Iversen went to live with a Danish Settlement at Ephraim. William Morrison lived about two years in Salt Lake City. He was called and served for six weeks in March and April, 1858 in the Utah Militia, sent out to intercept the U.S. Troops under General Albert Sidney Johnston. When released he found that his wife had moved to Ephraim and followed them there.

In the interval since arriving at Salt Lake City, Jeppe had persuaded Christina to accept the proposal of a brother Gubler to become his plural wife. The event proved to be a definite indication of her mental integrity and her self reliance. Brigham Young, about to perform the ceremony, asked her if she wanted to marry this man. She very decisively replied "No" and President Young said to Bro. Gubler, "Take this child to her parents". Later events proved that our name was to be Morrison. Christiana had been employed in the family of William Morrison, and in "eight or ten months she became with consent of Margaret, his wife - sealed to him by Apostle Amos M. Lymon, in the presence of Warren Snow, George Peacock, and Caleb Edwards, 11 July, 1859. This ceremony was probably performed in Ephraim because father's journal stated "I take two wives with me from Ephraim".

Mother began her life very young. Infant William G.C. Morrison was only a year old when she was employed in the family, and Williamina was only four months old when mother was married.

William Morrison was called with others to settle at what later became Mt. Pleasant. Jepper Iversen and family moved to Mt. Pleasant. The next five years life followeed and even tenor; she learned to love Margaret, and all of her children have imbibed that sentiment. James M. was born 7 November 1860; and Amanda Pusilla 10 September 1864.

A letter dated 15 November 1864, from Apostle Orson Hyde to Bishop Seely, directed a call for William Morrison to lead 29 other brethren of Mt. Pleasant to settle on the Sevier River, as soon as they could prepare for the move. On January 29, 1865, Father drove up to the meeting house at Richfield while Sunday meeting was in session, and by request of Bishop Higgins, bore his testimony. It seems that Christiana and her two children mus have been with him, because he records that he purchased a house which he could occupy in three weeks.

Under date of 2 September 1865 he writes: "Here at Mt. Pleasant all is well" and stated that he is in receipt of law books for Sevier County - Probate Judg. Arriving so early in the year at Richfield, no doubt father and mother planted a garden; but there is no other means of support mentioned except in appointment as Probate Judge. Father had taken another wife in Mt. Pleasant - Anne Marie Hansen, who had lived next door in Mt. Pleasant for more than a year. Hementions going to the grave of her second daughter, Hannah, while on this visit.

Mother's third child wss born at Richfield 25 November 1866, a son named Alexander. They were not to enjoy peace for long. The Indians under Chief Black Hawk were driving their livestock away and killing the settlers when too few to oppose them. Three were killed while on their way to Glenwood to do some shopping. On 20 April 1867, Richfield was abandoned. All of the settlers in Sevier returned to their other homes in larger settlements.

During this time Annie Christiana was born at Mt. Pleasant, 4 May, 1869. She was named for grandmother Iversen. Evacuation due to Indian depredatios lasted four years. Father with mother and four children were among the first to return. It was necessary for father to return to Mt. Pleasant, so for a few weeks mother and children and Jamse Petersen, age 21, tending livestock, were the only white inhabitants in the settlement. Baby Annie subsisted largely on milk the young man brought daily. Soon there were eight families and two single men in the village.

(The foloowing incident is referred to the time of this first settlement as Juanita had heard it from her father. My impression has always been that was when Annie was the baby.) The Indians were uigly. One young buck came to the home and demanded bread. Mother was on her knees scrubbing the floor. When she told him she had no bread he lashed her with his riding whip. She ignored him and he went out saying "heep brave squaw".

After the settlement was re-established, mother's home became a civic center. Father mad application for a post office and became the first postmaster, as he had been in Mt. Pleasant. The office was in her home, and the room was always thereafter called the office. Later, when the Deseret Telegraph Co. extended their service to Richfield, the office was installed in the former postoffice room.

Hannah Jane Spencer came from Salina as Telegraph Operator. She taught Amanda telegraphy, and when Mrs. Spencer left Richfield, Amanda became operator at age thirteen. Mother and Amanda purchased the first reed organ in the village. Choir rehearsals were held at our house. This was at the time of the United Order - 1874 (19 April) to 24 November 1877 - when Elder Orson Hyde recommended "Prompt and decisive winding up of the Order." The ward chorister requested pssession of the organ, but mother vetoed the request. This narrative already indicates that Christiana had little inclination for public service. Pioneering, homemaking, child care, nursing, and the virtues essential to such activity made life worth living for her.

George Charles was born 8 September 1871 - one day after father's fifty first anniverseary. Walter William was born 3 February, 1874, while father was representing Sevier County in the legislature. William was born about 1877, and died in his second year, of scarlet fever. Walter was in bed from a relapse of the same disease when Willie was buried. This was the first death in the family, of the only child mother did not live to see married and with children, Lafayette was born 10 October 1880, and marriages began the next year.

Amanda P. Morrison married John August Hellstrom in the St. George Temple , 28 September 1881. I remember the delicious grapes (pickled) they brought home with them. James B. followed his fiance, who had moved to Tuba, Arizona. He remained for some time to work for John W. Young as coachamn driving four horse team between St. John and Flagstaff. He married Caroline Amanda Foutz in the St. George Temple 30 January 1882, on the way home.

Father was plagued with stomach trouble; but to evade the U.S. officers harassing the L.D.S. elders who had plural wives. He purchased a ranch in Millcreek Canyon, a tributary of Clearcreek. Mother pioneered with him this first summer (1883), really enjoying it when there was no Indian Trouble. At the end of the harvest she returned with daughter Amanda. Juanita, born 12 July 1883 came to care for mother and Lula and I tended Juanita. I could never thereafter sit near a cradle without keeping it in motion.

Lula was the ninth child, and the end of that function proved very hard for mama. She became so ill that all the family gathered about her in tears. Annie took me aside and asked me to go by myseld and pray for mama. Young as I was, about 10, I went where a clump of wild currant bushes grew and offered such a prayer as a child would, and returned to find the family still weeping. Unnoticed, the climax had passed. Days before mama "Cad" had been amused at a soap figure of a man nursing his toe. Mother said, "Cad", look at that sap man". That set them all laughing. In a few days she was active both indoors and out, as she had always been.

Amanda's second child was born and died 3 July 1885, named Celeste. Zitelle was born 21 August 1886. John August Jr. was born 27 January 1889 and Amanda died of puerperal fever. This was a year of great trial for mother. Grandmaother Ivesen died 14 February; thirteen days after Amanda. She had lived for years with Aunt Elizabeth Salisbury. She had been almost a daily visitor with Christiana. She walked four blocks morning and evening, but at this time was growing weaker. Five year old Lula would meet her and go part way home with her almost until her death. Father died 26 August 1889, at his ranch, and was buried 28 August at Richfield - the same day as little Johnny, who had been cared for bhy cousin Hannah Salisbury.

John A Hellstrom was soon called to the Swedish mission and Juanita and Zitelle lived as part of our family. Soon after he returned he married a convert who had preceded him to Utah. They lived in Richfield fo some time and then moved with his family to Salt Lake City, where he found employment at Z.C.M.I He was an expert accountant and penman. Juanita returned later and grew up with Lula.

During the eighties, Martin Andersen, a cousin of Christiana, came as a convert to Utah, from Minnesota. He lived as one of our family several years. Being a skilled mason, built of stone two rooms replacing the "office" and one bedroom, with bedrooms in the half-story overhead. His sister who lived in Arizona sent a teen-age son for Martin to care for during the summer.

Another summer in the eighties mother had a respite from unusual cares. She paid a visit to her older sister living with her daughter Ardena Leslie in Salt Lake City. Aunt Maria was working in the Temple. Another family living nearby was caring for an orphan boy from British India, heir to a small fortune. The child seemed to be neglected, and now entertained him with storiesof farm life. Bert learned when mother would return home. After she was on the train and well on her way he came into the car where she was. She brought him home with her, and kept him until his guardians came and got a court order for his custody. Mother told her story to Judge Nephi J. Bates. Bert was remanded to the care of his relatives, who were admonished by the court as to his care.

Uncle Peter Iversen, eluding the federal officers who were making it very distressing for those who had plural wives, came to our house very sick with pneumonia. Mother made him as comfortable as possible. She prepared a bran poultice to cover him completely except his head. This home remedy proved very effective. In a few days he was able to go on his way.

Mother and Annie financed my course in the Normal School of the Deseret University, now the Utah University, from November 1888 to June 1891. Bishop Joseph Pollard, of the fifteenth ward and father were converts and close friends in England and in St. Louis. I boarded at the Pollard home.

Annie married John W. Orrock 23 December 1892, in Manti temple. She had been teaching beginners' grades in Richfield School. When viva was just old enough to stray away one block down to Main Street, (Annie was teaching again) and mother was tending Viva) this happened a second time. Her mama said to her "Didn't I tell you I'd spank you if you ran away again?" Viva replied "I didn't run mama, I dis alk, I dis alk." She didn't get a spanking. A few years later while John was on a mission Annie was teaching again and mother was with her children either at their home or ours.

Annielived only a few days after the birth of her fifth child, which was named for its mother. Christiana now cared for the children of her second daughter during their tender years. There wer four - Viva, Cyril, Beatrice, and Annie. Leal had died in infancy. Artificial feeding was not so common then as now, but Annie faired well.

Lulu married Lorenzo Barr, and when they had four children, moved to Illinois. Her husband contracted tuberculosis and they moved to Arkansas. Here they became destitute, and mother sent fare for them to come and live with her. The father went to his own people.

Mother had me build two houses on the old homestead; one a five room place for rent, the other one a small home for herself, with a cellar for milk, butter, etcl, and shelving for cured meats, fruit, and vegetables. She was well known for her excellence of these things; and a cellar was essential for her kind of living comfort.
Later she sold the new homes to Alex and returned to the old one.

This is where Lula and her four children shared the home with her; Lula worked for the White Sewing Machine Co. and mother cared for the children of her youngest child.

On the 27th of January 1916, after the children were all in bed, mother and Lula went to a cottage meeting in ghe home of Samuel G. Clark, on the corner west from our own home. A blizzard came on which would have made it disagreeable if they had to go far. Lula slept in the bedroom down stairs and mother upstairs. To make the picture realistic, I let grand-daughter Roma tell the final story quoting just as it was received from her 5 April 1955.

"I remember the family story, and it is hard to sort out my own memories from that. I do know that grandmother came to the big room over the kitchen on her way to bed. She did arrrange the covers over me, and I think Enid. I remember the way she took the top cover by one corner and shook it over us so that it settled down to cover us. I also remember waking the next morning when the school bell rang. I think it was 8:30. I think I went into her room and realized something was wrong, and that I went downstairs for mother. I'm sure I had very little realization of what it meant, because it was my first experience with death."

No sweeter tribute could be told than this recital of mother's solicitation for her grandchildren before lying down for her final sleep. When Dr. Neill came to see her he said; "She never tasted death".
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"WHY DOES MOTHER TEACH US TO SERVE THE LORD?"

This lesson assignment may be suitable for a final tribute to mother.

To analyze this question is to answer it. "God's work and His Glory" is to lead man to eternal life; and eternal life means growth, progress, and increase without end. Whatever is true service of God.

And who is mother? She who faces death to give us life or birth; who, when racked wit so great that the death would be sweet relief, yet clings to life to shield and nurture us; who counts no task too great, no do too long. If we be made happier or better; who shares every sorrow, shields from every danger, sympathizes with us in defeat, glows with pride at every triumph - the guardian angel always with us. This is Mother !

"Behold the handmaid of the Lord."

This is why she teacxhes us to serve Him.

At the death of Amanda P. Morrison Hellstrom, the verses below were written by Maria Miller, then telegraph operator at Beaver, Utah, as attribute to her friend of childhood and this at the time of mother's death. She also shided me for saying in the account I gave the "Reaper" that she was experience left little to be desired.

MOTHER

Sweet friend of the needy kind helper of youth,

Firm guardian of virtue, bright lover of truth,

Thy sleep shall be peaceful, unbroken they rest;

Thy spirit disburdened, shall sleep on God's breast.

In songs with the angels thou takest thy part,

The Glory of heaven now filleth thine heart.

Earth's woes now may languish - no more for thy brow

Their thorns shall they weave, Thou art slumbering now.

The river of heaven now laveth thy feet;

Fair angels shall twine the a bridal wreath sweet,

And am'ranth immortal shall crown thy fair head -

In heaven they deem the not, loved one, as dead.

Sweet, sweet be thy welcome to life with the blest,

Where loved ones rejoice and warm peace is thy rest.

God grant we may meet thee on heaven's bright shore,

To part with thee, dear one, in grief never more.

(First two lines of last verse revised by W.W.M.O.)

A Mother's Plea To Her Son To Not Follow Mormonism

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William Morrison

The following is a copy of a letter written by Mary B. Morrison to her son, William Morrison. William was at the time in Independence, Missouri. His mother had written from Aberdeen, Scotland. (Emmisions for some illegible writing)

My Dear Son William,

I received your letter some months ago and I was glad to hear that you and yours were still in the land of the living, but I must say according to my conscience and according to what the (letter) tells me......................... at you for as you say, that you are a saint of the most high God under the guidance of the Profit (sp) of the most high God, Brigham Young, how can you have the presumption to call him a saint of the most high God? I call him a great impostor and am warrant to call him from the world of the living God. When I read the newspapers of him having 100 and 30 wives and also some of your deacons, if they be called, eighty wives and to think that my son should be blind as to believe in such conclusions and that your wife and little ones are training up under the same.

Oh for the Lord's sake and for your sake turn your own souls, think upon your ways, and turn from those poor deluded Mormons.

I am troubled......... at with your learning and upbringing in your Father's house who was a humble follower of the meek and lowly Jesus, you were taught the Gospel in early life. Oh, turn from the errors of these deluded ones.

I hear from a newspaper that Mormons were talking of going to the Sandwich Islands on account of Polygamy being so much cried down. William, don't you go with them, turn from their wicked ways and live to love Jesus Christ who will receive you if you turn to him with all your heart. You cannot be happy in your mind under such delusions. Its a false peace if you have any at all. I do feel your wife and little ones. How can a wife be happy when her husband can take another when he thinks fit?

I am glad to hear that there are missionaries trying in amongst you, and there are in Independence, in the same colony, some who have left the Mormons and may the Lord bless their efforts for the conversion of souls. I hope you will turn from them and turn a missionary of the Cross. You might do much in exposing their errors. Do give it thinking, what is worldly. What shall a man profit though he gain a whole world and lose his own soul.

You appear to be poor as is to be expected and this you say, you are under great disadvantage for not being near markets, as you are. Surely you are poor when you never send your Mother anything. If the rest were like you I might starve - for you. But as your Dear Uncle said "What could we expect of a Mormon?".

I am sorry to write in such a way to you My dear Willie, but I hope it will do you good and be means of turning you from the Dumb Idols to the living God. I sent your letter to George 2 months ago. I hope he will be enabled to say something to you for your good also. I also sent it to your sister who is in London (?). Remember me to your wife and little ones. O, how I feel for her and how are they so far from you? You must move about often. Do write me soon. You would like my likeness but I am not able to get it at present. The rest have all got one but..................little at I must have done. I have lost a friend, your Uncle Robert Bruce of Heather died on 12th of March in his 70th year. His death was sudden. He went to his room as usual. He spoke to the servant when he went up to light his lamp. In half an hour after he was gone. George asked him if he was asleep but no answer - he was no more. We are all well here in hopes that this will find you and yours in the same way.

Your loving Mother,

Mary B. Morrison

William Morrison joined the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints in August 1848 with his wife, Margrette [Margaret Farquhar Cruickshank] Morrison, whom he had married on December 22, 1843. He was baptized by Elder Thomas Bradshaw, at Woolwich. He presided over the Welling and Bromley branches of the church. He had the privilege of baptizing his brother, James, a member of the church. He had received a fine education, which enabled him to be of great service as a Latter-day Saint. He wrote some of the Millennial Star while in England.

On the 7th of March 1858, William married a second wife, Lucy Etherington with President Brigham Young officiating. This was a great trial for Maggie, but her faith was strong and she was willing to sacrifice her feelings for the righteousness sake.

No photo available.

On July 11th, 1859 he married Caroline Christina Iverson

Caroline Christina Iverson Morrison

And his fourth wife, Anna Maria Hansen.
They were married September 21, 1861 in Mt. Pleasant

Married Sept. 21, 1861 in Mt. Pleasant

Adds From The P:ast ~ 1925

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Moroni Seely ~ Pioneer of the Month ~ May 2013

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The following history is taken from the Seely Family History, and written by Deloy F. Seely

Moroni Seely and Emily Alice Seely

Moroni Seely was born 29 May 1848, the son of William Stewart Seely and Elizabeth DeHart in Salt Lake City, Utah. He dictated his own story to Ada Larson:

In 1851 my parents moved to Pleasant Grove, Utah. There I received my first schooling but it did not amount to much as I was not able to attend regularly. I was just at the useful age of eleven when I had to herd sheep and ride after the cattle. It was very hard times, food was very scarce and our daily diet consisted of greens of different kinds. During the summer months my oldest sister's task was to gather enough wild greens for the family. Many times I had to get up in the morning and hunt until I could find a bush of thistles, and then take my knife and peel the stalks and eat them for breakfast. I was thankful I could get thistles. Other times I would dig segos and wild onions. We didn't know what it was to have bread in those days. You mothers who read this, just think what it would mean to you to call your children out of bed in the morning and have to tell them to go out and dig their own breakfast. There were many who had to do that every day, but the Lord was good to us. We are and thrived on that kind of food, and it satisfied our hunger.

About this time, Johnston's army which you have all heard of camped near Pleasant Grove. Some of our citizens were kept on the alert watching their movements as we did not want them in our town. I became acquainted with them, and used to run errands for them. The men would send me to the pasture for their horses. They would describe the horse they wanted and I would always bring the one I was sent after. When they went riding they would pick me up and put me on behind them. They told me if I wanted to be a man, I must chew tobacco. Child as I was, I thought it would be a great honor to be a man, so I did my best to learn to chew.

Again, my father decided to move, this time to Mt. Pleasant, Utah, in 1859. There I attended school in the Fort which was built to protect all the settlers from the Indians. When I was 17 years old, I began riding and looking after my Father's cattle. The Indians were still causing much trouble. They were not satisfied with the treatment they were getting from the settlers. They claimed they were not getting enough for their land. Every chance they got, they would steal cattle, horses and sheep.

Several stories are told of the cause of the Black Hawk War. During the winter of 1864-65, a small band of Indians camped near Gunnison, Sanpete County. They contracted smallpox and quite a number died. They seemed to think the pale faced people were to blame, and they made threats to kill the people and steal their horses and cattle. The whites heard of this and arranged a meeting with the Indians to try to pacify them.

They met at Jerome Kempton's place at Manti. The Indians seemed to be willing to settle without trouble except for one young chief known as Yenewood, also called Arropene. He could not be quieted down; he kept trying to excite the Indians and would not let them talk peace. There were to interpreters, John Lowry and Archibald Buchanan. It is said the Indians were very angry someone called, "Look out, he is going for his arrows?. At that, Lowry stepped up, caught hold of his arm, and pulled him from his horse. Lowry was prevented from abusing the chief by bystanders. This news spread quickly among the Indians, and it did not take long for them to be on the warpath.

I acted as one of the minutemen in this Indian war from 1866-68. My experiences alone would fill a book, but as a history of this war has already been written I will not dwell upon it to any great length. But I will relate one instance that was very sad; a murderous band of Indians in Thistle Valley attacked a family by the name of Givens. John Givens had moved his family out there for the summer months. They consisted of John, his wife, a son nineteen, and three daughters. Mary age nine, Annie five, and Martha three years old. There were two men staying over night; they escaped to the little town of Fairview about six miles distant.

A dispatch was sent to Mt. Pleasant and quickly twenty men were in their saddles andon their way to Thistle Valley. We arrived before noon. This is what we found. Mrs. Givens outside the cabin, stripped and laying on her back with her head toward the door; John Jr. lying on the floor of the cabin on his back with his feet toward the door and shot in the breast; the father was shot through the heart. The little girls had been sleeping in a wagon; each little head had split with a tomahawk; they had been stripped of their clothing except a little shirt waist they had on.

The Indians took axes, cooking utensils, in fact everything they could get their hands on, including their horses and between one and two hundred head of cattle. They left the calves in the corral and had chopped each one above the hips with a tomahawk. There we found them dragging their hind parts. We do not know why the did this inhuman thing, unless it was to prevent them from following the cows. We took the bodies of the family to Fairview and buried them. This story stands out as one of the most terrible crimes that was committed during the war, one I cannot erase from my memory.

During the war I took part in one battle. I acted as express rider, carrying messages from one place to another and did considerable skirmishing and scouting until peace was restored.

In 1888, the railroad came down Echo Canyon. I took Father's teams and went up there to work for a few weeks, grading on the road, etc. I worked under Cyrus H. Wheelock, he being the boss. Brigham Young was the contractor. I returned home for Christmas holidays.

Then I was called to go back east to help the poor immigrants who were unable to come west on their own; a large company was called to go. My Father was captain of the group/ some drove oxen and some drove mules. I drove four mules on a wagon. We had a very sad accident on the way. We had to cross the Green River which is very large, as many as could would get on the ferry and were ferried across the river. Nearly all were across when a cable broke, letting the ferry go down the river. There were eighteen head of oxen and several men aboard. In spite of all efforts, seven men and one yoke of oxen drowned. I took a handful of matches, jumped on my horse and with Lynn Beach hurried downstream to see if we could save someone. We found one man washed up on a small island. I shouted to him. He said he was alright but was freezing. I wrapped some matches and a stone in my handkerchief and threw it to him. There was driftwood there and he soon had a fire going which kept him warm until he could be rescued the next morning. We found another man lodged in some brush, he looked like he was standing up. Lynn was a good swimmer; he made several attempts to swim out to him, but the current would pull him under and he had to return to shore. I told Lynn to stay there and I would get a rope and try to lasso the man in the river. I returned and was ready to throw the rope when he sank. We looked for him a long while, but he never came in sight again.

We went on to Laramie, Wyoming; there we had to wait four to six weeks for more immigrants. I drove Father's outfit part of the time, and the rest of the time I spent scouting on horseback. We returned to Salt Lake without any accident. Father and I returned home to Mt. Pleasant.

In those days money was very scarce. When a man worked for another, he was paid with something he could use, such as land, building materials, etc.

Sometimes he would have to trade two or three times with others to get the things he needed.

In 1870 I began to build a house of adobe brick. It had three rooms downstairs and two upstairs, and still stands in a splendid state of preservation.

Through all my boyhood years we had a neighbor, Oscar Barton, who lived across the street from Father's home; we children grew up together. In those days people spun and wove their own cloth for clothing, blankets, bedspreads, etc. There were only two girls in the Barton family, so they usually had hired help. I liked to watch the girls at the spinning wheel, but the one that interested me the most was the youngest; she with her pretty brown eyes and auburn hair, parted and combed into two lovely braids. Her industrious ways appealed to me. She was very small for her age, so her father cut down the legs of her spinning wheel and by standing on a box, she could spin with the rest of them. I used to tease all the girls, but Alice was my favorite, and I was easy with her. So it was as we grew up together.

When Alice was twenty and I was twenty-two, we drove to Salt Lake City by team and wagon and were married in the Endowment House on April 10, 1871. We returned to our new home in Mt. Pleasant.

That spring I started freighting to some mining towns in surrounding areas. I took a load of potatoes and eggs to White Pine, Nevada, for which I received a tidy sum of money. I reloaded there with all kinds of fright and went on to Pioche, another mining town two hundred miles farther south. This trip was very discouraging, as I only had about twenty dollars left when I got home.

I decided not to drive mules again, so I traded my pony for a yoke of oxen, one was lame so I traded it for a yoke of little black steers. I now had three head. Father told me I could have all I wanted of his steers, so I took five head of unbroken steers.

Father loaned me a wagon and Lyman Peters loaned me another. I loaded them with flour. Joseph Page loaded his outfit and went with me. My wild steers traveled right strong with my broken ones. We reached Salt Creek about thirty five miles from home and had to double up our teams to cross it. Everything went fine; we had only gone a short distance when Mr. Page discovered he had left his log chain at the creek. So we went back, found the chain and returned to our wagons. He had thrown the chain across his shoulders to carry it back. As it slid to the ground, it caught on his pistol, discharging it. The bullet passed through his knee, and he lay on the ground groaning with pain. I didn't know what to do, with government wagons loaded heavily and slow ox teams. As I stood wondering if I should unload the wagon, I could hear a wagon coming from the direction we were going. The teamster was a stranger. I explained what had happened, and he said he would gladly take us back to Mt. Pleasant, so I unyoked the oxen and turned them loose to graze around the wagons. We put Mr. Page in the wagon. He had a good mule team, so it was not many hours until we returned home. This accident happened between sunset and dark. I might say that Mr. Page's leg never did heal properly and he could not straighten it out, so he always walked on a peg.

Mr. Page sent Conderset Rowe to drive his teams. We went back to our wagons the next day and found everything as we had left it. We went to Pioche, Nevada. We disposed of our loads at a good price, and I returned home with three hundred dollars in my pocket. That seemed a large sum to me then.

I felt rich, so I bought calves, and that was the beginning of the cattle business for me. I also looked after Father's cattle. In 1872 or 73 I took up a homestead in Thistle Valley, eighteen miles from home. The land was covered with black ant hills. I rigged up an outfit that I could hitch a team to and drive along and cut the tops off these hills. In that way I hot rid of the ants; then I had as good a meadow as there was in the valley. There were other men in the area, but because of the Indians we dared not take our families up there.

In the latter part of the year President Brigham Young sent word to Stake President Canute Peterson to call men to go to San Juan River area and explore it to see if it was a fit place to send people to start new homes. President Peterson sent a call to me. It was late afternoon when this call came. I was very busy haying as it was ready to haul, a bumper crop. I had worked hard for it. My brother-in-law was with me. I handed him the paper, saying, "what would you do?" He said, "And leave all this?" waving his hand toward the meadow.

I asked him to get my horse while I packed up. This call said I was to report at Ephraim the next morning at ten o'clock. I was eighteen miles from home. I arrived home in the early evening. A friend was waiting there to take my horses to the blacksmith shop to have them shod.

I reported to President Peterson at ten o'clock. There were seven of us in the Party. After explaining to us what was required of us he said, "I want you to attend to your prayers night and morning; do your swearing in between times. If you do this, you will return safely." That was asking a lot; I was not a religious man and had not attended to my prayers. Each man hand to take two horses, one for riding and a pack horse for supplies. Each man was allowed to take his guns, but not to use them except in self defense. This was hard; there were all kinds of game, but the report of a gun would probably arouse the Indians and cause trouble for us.

We traveled from Manti to the Wasatch mountains the first day. The next day we moved on down through Castle Valley and Rock Canyon, and we camped on the Cottonwood Creek for the night. The next day we went to Cottonwood Springs; the fourth day we came to the very large and treacherous Green River. The men asked me to take the lead. I told them to keep their eyes upstream; we crossed safely.

We went out through alkali flat, and we came to another large stream called the Grand River. We followed it for three days ; we camped and fished as we went. We came to Grand Junction, Colorado, where the Grand and the Gunnison Rivers meet. We had to cross both.

After another day's ride, we came to Uncompahgre River; after following it for two or three days, we came to the Ouray Reservation. The chief advised us to go southwest, as we could find bad Indians south. We took his advice and traveled many days until we came to the Dallas River. The next day we passed over the foot of the LaSal Mts. and onto Coyote Creek. There we met Bill McCarty and three others; they were outlaws. We camped there, but asked no questions. We were afraid of those men, although they treated us well.

We came to a large valley. There we found large rocks hollowed out just like a well full of water. We watered our horses. The next day we found streams of water coming from the Blue Mts. Our next camp was on the San Juan River. One day, as we followed the River, we saw a large cave, so we crossed the river to investigate. The cave was about seventy five feet high and had seven rooms, the walls were very smooth and had hand marks like someone had dipped their hand in blood and, while climbing the ladder, had touched the wall at every step. We also found corn cobs, we went back to our camp.

Next morning we started up the north side of the river. We saw big cliffs lowering hundreds of feet where there were lots of cliff dwellings which we could not get to. We followed the river several days and came upon some sand hills, looking like the ruins of an ancient city. We went up to the mouth of the canyon; there we found evidence of pottery at one time. There were quantities of broken dishes about, beautifully decorated and of good quality. I filled a salt sack with the pieces of dishes and took them home to my little girl. I have always regretted that I did not keep them, as they would be highly-prized now. We followed on up the river until we came to the Dolores River; there we found numberless Indian tracks. That was as far as we were told to go. For the first time we stood guard over our horses. We were then near the four corners of Utah, Colorado, Arizona and New Mexico.

We began our journey west. We cut across country to the Blue Mts. ~~ they were our guide. There is some very fine country through there. We camped at Cane Springs the first night. The next night to Grand Valley, where we found a Negro and Frenchman, two outlaws; we asked no questions. The next morning we crossed Grand River and traveled on to Saleratus Wash. The next day we went to Green River, which we crossed, then to the big rocks with pockets of water, from there to Joe's Valley and arrived home the next day.

My family was well, my hay put up in fine shape, and a splendid woodpile. In our company was a man who did not believe in anything--not even God--when we left home. We had all promised to take our turn at prayer; returning thanks to our Father in Heaven. He took his regular turn, at prayer and could pray as well as any of us. (This story thus far was dictated to Ada Larsen and was not completed at the time of Moroni's death).

As stated before, Moroni married Emily Alice Barton in the Endowment House in Salt Lake City April 10, 1871. She was the daughter of John and Susannah Barton, born in Bountiful, Utah, May 2, 1850. To this couple were born nine children.

Alice Vilate married Edward Allen Ericksen; they had six children
Cyrus Moroni, married Mattie Lenora Neilson, they had one child. He married a second wife, Alice Nellie Thomas Galpin; they had one child.
Clara Elizabeth married Nels Henry Nelson; they had twelve children
George Lafayette married Tina Neilson; they had nine children.
Lucinda May married James Draper Bradley, they had seven children.
Orson Ray married Myrtle May Kiddle, they had nine children.
Mell Gay married Edith Elinor Dunwoody; they had four children
Artie J. married Ovedia (Veda) Fawns; they had six children.
Catherine Verda married Charles Ellis Fawns, they had five children

All nine of these children are now deceased (1986). (This family has the unusual distinction that all nine children grew to adulthood, married, and had children of their own. Moroni and Alice had 60 grandchildren)

Moroni and Alice purchased land and farmed and ranched at or near Mt. Pleasant, Utah. He became a large property owner in the city and vicinity. He had about 200 acres of land, besides city property and much leased land. He increased his cattle herd to about 1000 head, and he also had about 400 sheep. Besides, he still did much scouting for the Church.

In the late eighteen hundreds many people were immigrating to Canada (southern Alberta). In 1902 Moroni decided to go see what the country was like. H stayed with his brother Joseph Nephi, who had gone to Canada in 1899 and had built a hotel at Stirling, Alberta. In February 1903 Moroni went back to Mt. Pleasant and gathered their household effects and some Livestock. They moved to Canada with all their family, except one son, Cyrus. Cyrus stayed in Utah and worked in many areas; he later came to Canada after his first wife died (about 1925).

Moroni bought a farm near Stirling, but he was not able to work it long. In 1905 he had an operation and a nerve was severed, leaving his legs paralyzed for the rest of his life. He liked to have visitors and play games from the wheelchair. Their home was always open to visitors, who laughed and joked with him.

In 1910, the family still at home went to Utah for the winter. Moroni had to ride in the baggage car where he could have a cot to rest on. Artie was always at his side to do for him the things he could not do for himself. Artie also ran his father's farm. At that time, some of the springs were so wet that they had to broadcast the grain from a wagon.

Alice Barton Seely died 18 January 1930 in Stirling Alberta., Canada. Moroni died 5 May 1930 in Stirling Alberta, Canada. Both were buried in Mt. Pleasant, Utah cemetery, as they had requested.

by Deloy F. Seely

Percy “Perc” or “PC” Clifford Jensen History

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Percy Clifford Jensen

Born 20 Feb 1891 in Mt. Pleasant, Utah and Died 14 Feb 1981 in Gunnison, Utah

Percy “Perc” or “PC” Clifford Jensen was the second son of Hans Peter Jensen (1858 – 1937)and Hilda (Jensen) Jensen (maiden name was the same as her married name - 1862 – 1954). Perc was born 20 February 1891 in Mt. Pleasant, Utah.

Perc had one brother, Alvin Peter Jensen (1884 – 1940) and five sisters, Aldeva Hilda Jensen (1886 – 1957); Hazel Theora (Jensen) Anderson Lundberg (1889 – 1985); Chrystal Anna “Annie” Jensen Phillips (1892 – 1974); Alta Lavon Jensen Turner (1894 - 1977); and Nora Jensen Newton (1897 – 1992).

Perc completed high school and grew to manhood in Mt. Pleasant, Utah. At the age of 19 years, he was listed as living with his parents in Mt. Pleasant, Utah in the 1910 Census.

Perc went to Salt Lake City, Utah to work as a bookkeeper/cashier for the Denver and Rio Grande Western Railroad (D&RG). He is listed as a lodger in the William Smith establishment in Salt Lake City in the 1920 Census at the age of 28 years. Pictured below is the Denver and Rio Grande Western Ticket Office in Salt Lake City, Utah 1922 or 1923 from the Utah State Historical Society.

Below is an interior photo of the Salt Lake City, Utah Denver and Rio Grande Western Ticket Office in 1940. It may not have looked like this when Percy Jensen worked.

Here is a photo of Perc in 1917. Perc was very tall, slender, and had brown eyes. He had a easy smile!

Prior to 1917, Perc served in the Utah National Guard out of Mt. Pleasant, Utah for three years. He entered as a Private 3^rd Class and was promoted to Private 2^nd Class and finally, Private 1^st Class.

Perc registered for the World War I Draft on 5 June 1917 in Salt Lake City, Utah.

Perc served in World War I aboard the USS Martha Washington Troop Transport Ship (shown here as it was inbound to Hampton Roads, Virginia, from Brest, France in1918). Perc’s World War I military service record reveals that he was inducted in to the Navy on 23 November 1917. He was discharged from service on 17 November 1919.

Perc’s Navy training occurred at Brewerton, Washington and Norfolk, Virgina.

After WWI, Perc managed the D&R G Café and Drug Store in Salt Lake City, Utah. In addition, he managed the bowling alley at the Ambassador Hotel in Salt Lake City, Utah. It was believed that Perc never married. However, a marriage record does exist for a Percy Clifford Jensen in1929 to Ivy Maye Frazier in Davis, Utah.

Perc was an avid bowler, winning many competitions. Perc was inducted in the Hall of Fame in the Utah State USBC Bowling Association in 2011 (some 30 years after his death) for Superior Service.

P. C. Was the bookkeeper for the D&RG Railroad for over 30 Years. He was the manager of the Ambassador Club where he had bowled. P. C. started bowling at the age of 9 and he continued to bowl until the age of 89. In 1979 P. C. was inducted as a charter member of the Salt Lake Men’s Bowling Association Hall of Fame, he was also the first bowler inducted into the Utah sports Hall of Fame. From 1938 through 1941 P. C. was President of the Utah State Men’s Bowling Association and Past President from 1942 through 1945. P. C. Served as president of the Salt City Men’s Bowling Association From 1939 to 1942.

State of Utah Accomplishments:

• 1930 Team Champion

• 1931 Team Champion

• 1932 Team Champion

• 1933 Team Champion

• 1934 Team Champion

• 1935 Team Champion

• 1931 Doubles Champion

• 1939 Doubles Champion

• 1931 All Events Champion

• 1939 All Events Champion

• 2011 Inducted into the Utah State Men’s Bowling Association

Hall of Fame

Salt Lake City Bowling Association Accomplishments:

• 1955 Team Champion

• 1979 Inducted as a Charter Member of the Salt Lake Men’s Bowling

Association Hall of Fame

From http://www.utahbowling.com/USBA/HOF2011_090711_LQ.pdf)

Perc also served as President of the Salt Lake City Bowling Association and President of the Utah Bowling Association. He was the Captain of the Western Optical Bowling Team for 26 years. A number of articles were published regarding Perc’s bowling accomplishments.

Perc traveled the country, driving his own car. His trunk always had a bowling ball and golf clubs in it. I remember my Great-Uncle Perc well. He frequently stopped at our house (Judy Malkiewicz, granddaughter to Percy's birth sister, Hazel Theora (Jensen) Anderson Lundberg when out on his travels.

Perc spent his last days with his sister, Nora Jensen Newton and her husband, Leon, in Salina, Utah. He died at the age of 90 years at the Gunnison Valley Hospital in Gunnison, Utah on 14 February 1981. Perc was buried at the Mt. Pleasant City Cemetery in Mt. Pleasant, Utah in plot A_18_2_4.

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