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Life Sketch of Frederraka Jensen Brotherson

 

Frederekka Jensen Brotherson A short narrative of her life One of the principle fishing centers of Northern Denmark is the city of Logstor, overlooking the bay of the same name. Its inhabitants live their lives in quiet contentment, pursuing their daily tasks in the ways of peace, a peace that comes from right living and honest toil. among these sturdy industrious people dwelt the family of Nels and Marie Jensen and their two daughters, Sena and Frederekka. Life was young and full of hope and promise to this loving and devoted couple, who worked and planned in mutual trust and confidence for still better and happier days in the future all unconscious of the impending disaster so near at hand. Frederekka's father was an official pilot, whose duty was to supervise the landing and anchoring of vessels as they came into the ports adjacent to his native city. One day while performing his customary task of anchoring a large vessel he failed to return to the surface of the water having met his death in some unknown way. Five months later his body was found seven miles from the scene of the accident. The impending blow had suddenly fallen crushing the loving heart of the good woman and hushing the music of the children's laughter and play. The kiss of welcome that always awaited the father on his evening return had been given for the last time. The dream of the coming years had vanished. Then followed days of doubt and uncertainty, but the sorrowing little group found relief in each other's tears and tender caresses. Oh how wonderful is the power of tears and how clear is out spiritual vision after it has been purified by their truth. Slowly but effectively this bereaved mother gathered up the broken threads and took her place at the head of this mourning household. How well she understood the irretrievable loss of a father and husband to any family, but she bravely prepared for the problem of her coming motherhood, five months hence when her home was gladdened by the birth of a son, whom she honored with his father's name. Marie Jensen was exceptionally fortunate in having a profession, by which she could earn a livelihood. She was an expert tailor and the good people of Logstor aided not only with their sympathy and encouraging words, but in a material way by giving her employment in the line of her vocation. Frederekka had lost a father, but their loss was made less keen by the rare judgment and wise counsel of her mother and the bond of affection and companionship between them grew stronger with each passing year as long as her mother lived. Time flew by with healing in its wings. The lovely daughters were growing and baby Nels was learning his first step to the delight of his indulgent sisters when word reach Logstor that Mormon Missionaries had arrived and were to hold a meeting on a certain date. Marie Jensen immediately decided to attend this meeting, all unaware that this hour would be the beginning of a new life for her and her children in a far off land beyond the surging sea that had robber her of the one she loved and needed most. She was introduced at once to the elders, who were Christian Madisen of Gunnison, Utah and Anthony H. Lund a local missionary called to assist President Madsen in that vicinity. How attentively she listened to these humble missionaries, as they unfolded the truths of the restored gospel. It all seemed so plain and beautiful. Her heart was filled with endurable joy and tranquility. Again and again she found herself at their meetings and her children by her side. They too seemed anxious to imbibe that same sweet spirit that always comes to the pure in heart when listening to the word of the lord. A few months later she was baptized by Elder Andrew Petersen, she was their first convert in Logstor. It is a singular thing that as soon as a member of a family joined the church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints they at once become, the object of scorn and persecution at the hands of their families and friends, and often driven from their comfortable happy homes. They were considered unfit to associate with longer. How once so loved and cherished could be the act of obeying the dictates of their own conscience be thus treated is hard to understand and yet it is a fact. Thousands have been cut off by the two edged sword of satanic fury. This is the fate that befell Sister Jensen, but their cruel abuse could not shake her faith. Patiently she bore the cross; sustained by the convictions of the true Christian and comforted by the words of the master wherein He says, "Blessed as ye when men shall revile you and persecute your for my name sake". Her soul had been touched by the burning fires of celestial light which could not be extinguished by the scorching tongue of malice. Sister Jensen remained in Logstor about three years after accepting Mormonism. Little Nels was now five years old, the joy and pride of his mother's heart and the hope of the future when he would be grown to manhood and be a help in her declining years, but this ardent wish was not granted. He became suddenly ill and died in January 1862 and was laid beside his father in the quiet breast of Logstor. A company of saints in charge of Elder Christian Madsen now released was ready to leave for America and Sister Jensen made preparations to join them. Her loved ones had departed, the icy hand of disdain had thrust her from those she longed to embrace, but the unkindest cut of all was when her mother refused to speak to her. For three long years not a word had she spoken to her noble daughter, and that silence was never broken not even a word of acknowledgement or farewell, but the land of Zion was beckoning her to its arms and she was eager to go where she could find peace to live her religion for which she had suffered and endured so much. On April 6, 1862 the company embarked on the ship "Benjamin Franklin", the only recognition of this event was the pathetic scene as the ship sailed out of port. Sister Jensen's father sailed in from his fishing trip. He recognized her at once and waved his handkerchief. Sister Jensen and her little daughters, Sena and Frederekka, returned the good-bye, the last in this earthly existence. A faith like this knows no retreat and can never be destroyed by the evils of this world and when as a last resort, the threat of taking her children from her came unless she would renounce this unpopular faith. She never faltered but boldly met the issue, like Martin Luther at the diet of worms and won her case. And now the mighty ocean was bearing her away from it all and a peace that passeth understanding filled her being, while unbounded gratitude for her deliverance found expression in silent prayer. The sea voyage of nine weeks was made sorrowful by sickness and death, which wrung the hearts of those brave Christians as nothing else could do. After sailing for several weeks the measles broke out on board, nearly every child contracted that dreadful, malady and 50 of them died and were consigned to a grave in the angry deep. Oh the agony of a thing like that and yet it must be done and they must sail on and on. The company landed in New York in June 1862 and proceeded direct to Florence, Nebraska. Here they lived in tents for six weeks, anxiously waiting for teamsters and supplies from Utah. As soon as they arrived preparations were made for the exodus across the plains. Sister Jensen was assigned to the company in charge of Captain Horne; this remarkable journey was made by ox teams. The wagons were loaded to capacity with provisions, with barely room for the children. Sister Jensen walked every foot of the way. One day she remarked to her little girls in the wagon beside her, "I am celebrating my birthday by walking to Zion and this is the happiest day of my life." That was September 17, 1862 her 42 birthday. To the mind of this generation, that journey without parallel in all history seems an impossibility. How human beings could live on the scanty rations and perform the strenuous tasks incident to such an undertaking is beyond comprehension. There can be no other solution than this. It was God leading his chosen people up through the barren wilderness to the promised land by the hand of his servants as he lead ancient Israel to the land of Cannan. On October first they arrived in Salt Lake Valley. Sister Jensen remained there two weeks. During this time, President Brigham Young asked the saints to see that their needs were supplied. He was kind to Sister Jensen especially during the illness of Frederekka who was suffering with Mountain Fever. President Brigham Young had issued orders for larger numbers of saints to move south and colonize the vast arid wastes, waiting for the plowman and the builder. This move was now in progress. Sister Jensen secured transportation by ox teach with a Mr. Parker, who took her as far as Payson where she remained three weeks. During her stay, she visited a Brother Hansen and family, late arrivals from her native land. During the conversation she learned they were going to Fountain Green, Sanpete County, and would take her along is she wished to go. She gladly accepted the invitation. She remained at Fountain Green a month, but she was not satisfied here. She was seeking the friends who had crossed the ocean wit her and preceded her to Utah. These friends were Soren Jacobsen, Lauritz Larsen and Peter Syndergaard Families. Word had reached her that they were located in Mt. Pleasant. Leaving her daughters in the care of friends she went to Mt. Pleasant to investigate the rumor and found it to be true. She immediately returned for her children and cast her lot with them, grateful that she had found her place, in the land of Zion. A home was provided for her by Bishop William Seely and his good wife. Not only did they give her a house to live in but they saw that she had the necessities of life as well. Their kindness and generosity during their first winter here were never forgotten by this lonely widow and her daughters. Frederekka was born December 30, 1852. Her birthdays in far-off Logstor had been occasions of merry-making with her little companions and now ten years later she was celebrating the event in very humble circumstances, on the desert wilderness of a new world, and yet happiness and love were there which after all is the one essential element of all real enjoyment. The following spring, Sister Jensen made the acquaintance of a Brother Hemmert, who had lost his wife a few years before and whom she married some months later. He proved to be an excellent provider and a kind indulgent foster father. Sena and Frederekka rejoiced exceedingly in the many added comforts that came to them during their young womanhood and they expressed their appreciation by their willing service in the labors of the new household. Just a few short happy years and again the family was called upon to part with the husband and father, Brother Hemmert died, loved and revered by the little family he had adopted and befriended in the time of their distresses, leaving all his possessions to his widow for which she was very thankful. Again she turned to her professional work, by which she was able to secure the physical need of the house and give her daughters the educational training afforded at that time. Fredderekka attended the public school at Mt. Pleasant, and was one if its foremost students. Her quick alert mind secured for her a liberal fund of knowledge not only in the school room but in all the affairs of life as well. This accomplishment, together with that of being an interesting conversationalist and a delightful entertainer made her a favor among her friends and associates. Very early in life Frederekka exhibited an unusual degree of optimism and cheerfulness. Her views of the current life as it flows through the mill of mortality were always full of hope. The clouds of regret and despair, the mist of worry and needless anxiety were never permitted to gather on the horizon of her mind. This rare gift was enabled he to pass by the hard thorny places along the way with ease and good humor. Time passed and Frederekka Jensen the attractive little immigrant of a few years ago was blooming forth in all the glory of life's spring time. The creams of youth tinted by the rosy glow of anticipation of love and romance were now at hand. Gaily she moved among the wide circle of friends and admirers held by sheer force of her endless stock of good cheer. One among this group was Mr. Hans Brotherson, the son of early pioneers of Mt. Pleasant. These young people had grown up together and were always congenial. There were admirable suited for companionship together. Two lives with but a single hope, two hearts that beat as one, and so after a reasonable courtship they were married in the Endowment House at Salt Lake City, 18 October 1869. Frederekka's sister, Sena, had previously married and settled in a home of her own and Sister Hemmert insisted on the young couple living with her, which they did for many years. This new relationship was a very happy one. Mother and daughter continuing in that rare and beautiful atmosphere of comradeship which was never broken. Hans Brotherson was ambitious and possessed the qualities of making money. He chose as his profession that of cattle and sheep raising as a supplement to farming. In the latter he was unusually successful. His care and attention to the soil all came back to him in sweeping lines of fertility and abundant harvests. In the latter part of 1870 he built a splendid house for his family and Sister Hemmert remained one of the new firm, where she was indispensable to the needs of the future family. Her skill as a tailor was turned to good account as it had been heretofore. Practically all the sewing for the entire family was done by her which was a tremendous task in those days. As the years passed the family circle widened, embracing within its fold nine sons and six daughters. The assistance rendered by this good mother during their childhood and youth cannot be over estimated and Frederekka busy with the wonderful motherhood that came to her appreciated her faithfulness beyond measure. Frederekka's love for her mother was deep and true and enhanced by the long years of service when she needed help, and when her thin worn fingers had taken their last stitches in the fabric of time and the needle which had wrested the bread of life from the shores of daily combat for those she loved best, was laid aside, she fell asleep, on 28 October 1909, just tired. Her passing left many aching hearts and a vacancy that can never be filled by another. The memory of this noble heroic woman can not be erased from the hearts and soul of Frederekka Brotherson and her children. Frederekka's married life had been most happy. The necessities and comforts that every home needs came to her as she desired, seasoned with spices of her cherry smile. It seemed as if bands of sunshine and belts of sunlight wove themselves like magic through the loom into the carpet of her existence as it passed over the spindle in daily rotation. But alas the golden threads were snapped asunder, on December 30, 1900, her birthday was saddened by the passing of her husband, whom she loved dearly. Both her helpers gone and now she was alone with her grandchildren. These are moments that clutch the heart, and open the flood gates of the emotions. Emotions of sorrow that can only find relief in the flow of tears. Here again that indestructible gift of looking on the bright side of every situation game to her rescue, useless brooding over things that could not be changed never found a resting place with her, she quickly ferried them in the forgotten sands of memory and turned a smiling face to the future. One of the outstanding events of her whole career was the trip she made to her childhood home in Logstor in May 1911 in the company of her sister and lifelong friend Annie Mena Jacobsen. This was a unique undertaking for women past 70 years of age. 49 years had passed since these women as children, sailed out of the harbor on a sailing vessel driven by the wind and tossed. Now they return as first-class passengers on a mighty liner. The voyage was completed in six days as compared with nine weeks. Then they were little girls in homespun, now they walk the old familiar places as well-dressed women bearing the stamp of prosperity and culture. Many of their relations had passed away but those who remained received them with open arms. Sister Brotherson's dream of of half a century was now realized and the promise she made to her aunt 49 years before, when she said, "I told you I would come back some day and here I am", was now fulfilled. After a delightful visit of four months the party returned home, happy that they had been permitted to enjoy this rare pleasure but glad to get back to the land they loved most. Sister Brotherson had never been engaged very extensively in public work. Her only office was that of a Relief Society Teacher. This labor she performed very successfully for many years. Her accomplishments have been confined to her home and her children which have required all her time and energies. She considers the home the cornerstone and capstone as well of society and the business of being a mother and homemaker the greatest professions in the world and worthily of her best efforts. She has enjoyed and obeyed fully the great commandment given to Adam and Eve in the Garden of Eden to multiply and replenish the earth. She has reared to man and womanhood, fifteen children, eleven of whom are still living. She has spent her life for them, not only for their physical welfare but for their spiritual and educational advancement also. She still keeps the home fires burning brightly in the old home as a welcome to them and their children who now number 49 and they all love to come and bask in its cheery glow Little wonder she is full of peace. The peace that accompanies a well spent life. She has kept her faith and filled the measure of her creation to the brim. She is still hale and hearty and spends her time in useful work for her family and friends. She has lived for the good things of the earth and has earned a glorious reward, and untold blessing in her Father's Kingdom awaits her. Written May1930.

WALK WITH THE DEAD

 

EARL RICHARD LUBBERS

Earl Richard Lubbers

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Earl Lubbers was born on June 16, 1937, in Faribault, Minnesota, to Earl Eike Lubbers and Anna Boyum Lubbers. His early childhood carried him from Minnesota through Cherokee, Iowa, before his family settled in Tucson, Arizona, the city that would shape so much of his life.

At Tucson High School, Class of 1955, Earl became a standout athlete. Playing on Coach “Bud” Doolen’s final team, he helped carry the squad to the championship game of the Arizona State Tournament and earned All-City, All-State, and All-Tournament honors. His talent took him to the University of Arizona on an athletic scholarship, where he lettered in basketball and became a member of the Sigma Chi fraternity.

Commissioned a Second Lieutenant through R.O.T.C., Earl served on active duty at Fort Knox, Kentucky; Fort Hood, Texas; and Fort Lewis, Washington. Following his military service, he moved to the San Francisco Bay Area, where he worked as a sales representative for Texaco Inc. and as an administrative assistant for Utah Construction and Mining Company.

In 1966, Earl returned to the University of Arizona, where a federal stipend allowed him to earn a graduate degree in Special Education — the beginning of his life’s true work. He would go on to teach in the Tucson area for thirty years, in the Vail School District #20 and at the Arizona State School for the Deaf and the Blind, where he not only taught but also coached basketball, sharing the game he loved with students who inspired him. A devoted Boy Scout leader for many years, he served as Scoutmaster and Troop Committee Chairman and was honored with the Silver Beaver Award. A big presence and personality, but also gentle, humble, and endlessly patient, Earl had a rare gift for putting others before himself, and generations of young people were better for having known him.

In 1973, in Tucson, Earl married DeeAnn Peterson, and in doing so became the “father he didn’t have to be” to her sons, Brent and Bert. Together Earl and DeeAnn welcomed their son, Ryan in 1977. Earl loved DeeAnn with all his heart, mind, and energy, and he loved their children completely and equally, never once distinguishing by how they came into his family. He was present at every game, every school event, every moment that mattered, a steady and dependable figure his children could always count on.

Earl brought a rambunctious sense of fun to family life creating endless memories of road trips, hiking, and made-up stories told around the fire or in the tent. He loved the movies and sporting events, and delighted in taking his children, and later his grandchildren, to any event at all, always with a giant popcorn and a giant soda in hand. He loved to fish, and while his older children can attest that the skill did not come to him easily, his grandchildren reaped the rewards of his patience and practice, pulling in fish on nearly every outing. He adored his grandchildren, every one of them, and cared for them with the same boundless, even-handed love that defined him.

Earl and DeeAnn shared a deep love of learning and of the wider world. Upon retiring from teaching, the two served in Brigham Young University’s China Teacher Program, living and teaching in Xi’an in 2001–2002 and in Qingdao in 2004–2005. Earl cherished his years in China and held a deep affection for the Chinese people, maintaining close friendships with his former students for many years afterward.

Above all, Earl was a lifelong learner who was rarely without a book in hand. Endlessly curious, he read voraciously and enrolled in courses at community colleges wherever he lived, never tiring of the chance to study something new. He subscribed to a service, first on DVD and later by streaming, that brought recorded lectures from some of the world’s finest professors into his home, and he listened to and absorbed their teachings for hours on end. Remarkably well read and largely self-educated, he held a special fascination for the vastness of the universe and for humanity’s ever-expanding understanding of how it all works.

In 2020, Earl and DeeAnn made their home at the Sagewood retirement community in South Jordan, Utah, where Earl built a warm and welcoming life and was dearly loved by many. He often spoke of how grateful he was for that decision and for the friendships they found there. Through a variety of health challenges, he drew strength and comfort from the residents, employees, and caregivers who became part of his world. It was a fitting place for him to spend his final years — surrounded, as he always had been, by community and by love.

Earl was preceded in death by his parents, Earl Eike Lubbers and Anna Boyum Lubbers; his sister, Ruth Ann Lubbers Patzman; and his beloved wife, DeeAnn Peterson Lubbers. He is survived by his three children, Brent Dover (Catherine), Bert Dover (Gena), and Ryan Lubbers (Raquel); and his eleven grandchildren, Blake Dover, Justin Dover, Katie Dover, Tai Dover, Riley Dover, Cosette Dover, Travis Dover, Desiderio Lubbers, Caetano Lubbers, Tiago Lubbers, and Anna Isabella Lubbers.

A gentle and humble man who measured his life by the people he lifted up, Earl gave his family a lifetime of devotion, patient love, and unwavering presence. He will be deeply missed.

A short graveside burial service will be held on Saturday, August 1st at 10:00 a.m. at the Mt. Pleasant, Utah Cemetery. A separate Celebration of Life will be held on Saturday, August 22nd at 10:00 a.m. at Sagewood Retirement Home, 11289 S. Oakmond Road, South Jordan, Utah 84009, followed by a catered lunch.

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THE MORM0N WITH HIS GRIP ~~~ Birdzell

 THE MORMON WITH HIS GRIP 

Tho the rain and sleet are falling

And with mud, the roads are deep.

Tho the lowlands may be marches

And the hillside may be steep

Tho the rivers may be frozen

And the frost may bite and nip

You can never stop the advent

Of the Mormon with his grip.

Tho the trains are out of question

And the horse poor and lame

The Mormon like the tax man

He will get there just the same. 

He is ever bright and cheerful

With a smile upon his lips

But he's something all men stare at

The Mormon with his grip.

Have a kind word for him always

In his memory it will rest

All you who do him a favor

For their kindness will be blest

He is here to be of service

Seek you his companionship

And he'll leave with you a blessing

The Mormon with the Grip.

Marie Wilhelmina Catherine Kraus Madsen ( From our archives)

 

                                                                   

MARIE WILHELMINA CATHERINE KRAUSE 350 Born: 27 April 1847 Svenborg, Fuenert (Fynn), Denmark Age: 9 Hodgett Wagon Company Niels Peter and Wilhelmina MaC.; Wilhelmina's biography is taken mostly from a well researched account written by two of her granddaughters, Pearle M. Olsen and Aleen M. Summers. All accounts speak of Wilhelmina as a very "comely" and beautiful girl. Her parents were both from Germany, her mother, Anna Lucia Simonsen Abel, having been widowed previously. When Anna's first husband died, she inherited a wheelwright nail factory. Anna advertised in the "Danish Star News" for a manager to take care of the business and Johan H. F. A. Krause answered that advertisement, was hired, and proved to be very capable. He and Anna married and became the parents of six children. Wilhelmina went to her father's nail factory one day and picked up a red-hot nail that had dropped on the floor, thinking it very beautiful. It left a terrible scar the rest of her life. Another incident at the nail factory would also influence the course of Wilhelmina's life. A crowd had gathered outside the factory where two "Mormon" missionaries were passing out literature and announcing a meeting they would hold in the woods that night. Wilhelmina's mother and her friend, Marie Frandsen, attended and participated in the singing. A mob of persecutors soon came with ropes and clubs, but the missionaries were able to escape and find shelter in the woods. Anna and Marie -learned where the Elders were hiding, took food to them, and invited them to Anna's home to hold another meeting. At this meeting, the same mob came, broke the door to the Krause home, and told the missionaries to leave the country. Before leaving, the missionaries gave each of those present some literature and a song book. Wilhelmina received one of those books and cherished it throughout her life. She loved to sing and had a beautiful singing voice. Other missionaries soon came and taught the gospel to the Krause family. Johan was not interested, but Anna requested baptism, and did not tell her husband. She secretly attended meetings for about two years and finally revealed her actions to her husband, requesting that he take her to "Zion" to gather with the Saints. Johan did not wish to leave his successful business, but he was also a kind man who didn't like to see his wife unhappy. She would often sing from her little book this hymn: "Oh, Zion, when I think ofthee, I long for pinions like the dove, And mourn to think that I should be so distant from the land I love. A captive exile, far from home, for Zion's sacred walls I sigh, With ransomed kindred there to come and see Messiah eye to eye. While here I walk on hostile ground, the few that I can call my friends, are, like myself, in fetters bound, and weariness our steps attends. But yet we hope to see the day When Zion's children shall return. When all our grief shall flee away, and w~ a~ain no more shall mourn. The thoughts that such a day will come makes e'en the exiles r£f£"i:Mi'~weet; Though now we wander far from home, in Zion soon we all shall meet." Johann finally decided to sell the business and go to the United States to begin a new business in St. Louis, Missouri, making wagons and handcarts for the Saints to use in crossing the plains. This relocation and reestablishment of a business required so much money for this family of eight that it was decided to let one child remain in Denmark with friends and go to America the following year with those friends. The children drew lots to see who would stay and the lot fell to Wilhelmina. The rest of the family left from Copenhagen in 1855 with a company of four hundred Saints aboard the ship Charles Buck. 1855 was a terrible year for cholera outbreaks in St. Louis and two of Wilhelmina's little sisters and her mother died in July of that year. From Wilhelmina's biography we read, "Thus, 351 -'" Wilhelmina Krause - Page 2 Anna's hope and cherished dream of gathering to Zion with the Saints was not to become a reality, but her great faith paved the way for her daughter, Wilhelmina, to be among those whose names were to be carved in Utah's history." Meanwhile, in Denmark,Wilhelmina was unaware of the tragedy in her family and was preparing to sail with the Frandsen's when Marie Frandsen's brother tried to prevent Marie from going to Utah by telling the officials that Marie was stealing a child to take with her. The police officers took Wilhelmina's clothes and precious song book and placed her in an orphanage with little but a gray uniform. The missionaries were finally able to make the truth known and obtained her release, but the Frandsen family had been compelled to leave Denmark in the meantime. The Elders arranged for Wilhelmina to travel with the Lars (62) and Bodil (50) Madsen family in the next emigrant group. Wilhelmina became very close to Brother Madsen. One morning while waiting out the bad weather and unloading of the wagons at Devil's Gate, Wilhelmina went with Brother Madsen a ways from the camp. When he collapsed in the snow, Wilhelmina cried and wanted to stay with him, but he took his cane and pushed her away, telling her she couldn't stay. By the time she returned with help, Lars had died. Wilhelmina stayed with the widow Madsen's family and eventually married her son, Niels Peter. They settled in Mt. Pleasant where they had a home in town and also homesteaded a 160- acre piece of property. Wilhelmina and the children did a great deal of the work and became quite self-sufficient. She developed an infection in one eye, causing her to go blind in that eye, but she continued to read to her children from the Book of Mormon every night and work very hard. Her children said that many times they saw her crying as though her heart would break, then going to her bedroom to pray and coming out smiling, feeling God had given her strength to bear her troubles. Eventually, Wilhelmina placed an ad in a St. Louis, Missouri, newspaper to advertise for her family. Her father was notified and soon he and his daughter, Augusta, arrived in Salt Lake City. They stood on the steps ofthe Deseret News Building each day for a week, inquiring of passers-by for infonnation. They were about to give up when they met a man from Sanpete County and asked him if he knew a George Frandsen. The man knew the Frandsen's and Wilhelmina and after 32 years this family was reunited. Her father stayed for a month. When Johan Krause returned to Missouri, he still maintained that the "Mormons" had stolen his daughter and he was embittered toward them. He and his step-son, Frederick Abel, had become wealthy in St. Louis, having pioneered the plumbing business. They were both reputed to be millionaires and bought one of the first Pierce-Arrow automobiles in that area. Frederick visited Wilhelmina a few years later and offered her anything to renounce her faith and return with her children to St. Louis where she would be given every advantage but she refused. She did keep up communication with her sisters, Augusta and Caroline, in St. Louis. Caroline sent her a gold band ring and told her if she didn't see her in this life she would know her by her ring in the next world. After Wilhelmina's very full, but happy life, she was buried with the ring on her finger. "Sister Mina" served as Relief Society President and I,. .. " was beloved by all. She played her accordian and sang to her neighbors. Her children wrote in a tribute to her: "By her teachings and her good example she instilled into our hearts the good things of life, and taught us to live the Gospel which was so dear to her. She has been a beacon light to us all our lives and made an impression on us that will always be with us. She had a testimony of the gospel. She knew it was true and that there is a God who answers prayers. She paid a full tithing and she kept the Word of Wisdom and we never heard her swear or even use s[ang." Lars & Bodil Neilsen Madsen This information is taken from "Madsen Family History"

MR. AND MRS. LARS MADSEN

Artwork by Ephraim Madsen

 

PYRAMID PHOTOS

When the Mt. Pleasant Pyramid Office was moved
to Springville these photos were given to us to
share at the Relic Home.  Some do not have names or descriptions.  Let us know if you can add any details 

 

NaDene Sorensen 

Kaytlin Thompson
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HARRY POTTER ACTORS

L to R: Keaton Bouck, Anna Ledingham, Glen Ledingham 

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KayLee Taylor

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BRASS BAND AT THE DEPOT

 

The following was recorded by Mrs. Louise Hastler: In the autumn of 1869 the governor sent out a notice to the citizens of Sanpete County that a military drill would be held the first week

in November, did requested all soldiers and men that could bear arms to be ready and on hand for a three-day drill. The gathering place would be between Ephraim and Manti. All captains and officers of the Indian War organizations should be represented and also the Military bands . . . .

When this notice was served the brethren wanted to make a good showing and made necessary preparations. John Hastler had arrived in Mt. Pleasant in October and brought with him a full set of musical instruments from Switzerland. Bishop Seeley and the leading brethren engaged him to organize a Brass Band at once. This was affected about the 15th of October, 1869, with John Hastler, James Hansen, Bent Hansen, John Waldermar, Andrew Beckstrom, Daniel Beckstrom. James C. Meiling, August Wall, Aaron Oman, Peter Syndergaard. Andrew Syndergaard, Soren Hansen, Lars Nielsen (Fiddler), Mortin Rasmussen, Jacob Hafen, Ulrich Winkler, Oscar Barton, Charlie Hampshire, and Paul Coates. John Hastler and Olaf Rosen­lof were chosen as their leaders. John Hastler distributed the instruments at once.

In three weeks, at the appointed time, they were able and ready to play six or more of our national and popular tunes, which made a good showing for Sanpete County. Their efforts were much praised and appreciated by the visiting staff."
At these drills all the Indian War officers and soldiers wore blue coats trimmed with brass buttons. These coats were home­made, but, in the different communities there were a number of tailors as well as women who came to the various homes and made men's clothing. It is remembered that Mrs. Jepsen Stohl, as well as others, were thus employed.
HISTORY OF MT. PLEASANT by HML pp 131-132

ERICKSEN FAMILY

FRONT ROW:
DON NIELSON
Marjorie NIELSEN
Barbara Peel
Naomi Ericksen
Dick Ericksen

Second row:
Grant Nielsen
Grandpa Ericksen
(holding Willa RaE SEELY)
KENT Seely
Grandma Ericksen

BACK ROW:
Howard Nielsen
Alice Peel
Margaret Peel
Lois Peel

 

PHOTOS FROM ALICE HAFEN ALBUM

Front:  Peter Hafen, back left; Ross Childs, Middle: Kay Childs, Far back left: Donald Hafen, 
Far center: Tyler Tuttle, Far right: Michael Boyd Hafen
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Mary Napier Rowe

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Party for Quilters
Given by Dorothy Jensen in her home
Back: Mary Roberts, Berniece Coates, Winona Zabriskie, Dorothy Jensen, Leone Besser, 
Front: Denise Madsen, Alice Hafen

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Relief Society Function (no names given)
My Guess left to right:  Pearl Christensen, Roxie Washburn, Ila Tidwell, Amy Ursenbach, Johanna Hafen, Louise Seely, Morae Wilkey, unknown, Talula Nelson

WHO WAS DR. CASSADAY??

 

Who was Dr. Cassaday?

Marlane Harless brought in this picture from her Aunt Elva Guyman's Collection.  The upstairs window of the far-right building says "Doctor Cassaday".  Does anyone have any knowledge or history of Doctor Cassaday?  Can you identify the era when this picture was taken? Was it before the automobile?  Was it before the famous Main Street Fire?  We have our ideas, but we would like to hear yours.

My brother Pete found this obituary for H.V Cassaday on Family Search. Thanks Pete

EARLY PHOTO OF MAIN STREET ~~~~ ELVA GUYMAN COLLECTION ~(From our archves)

 

Marlane Harless brought in this picture from her Aunt Elva Guyman's Collection.  The upstairs window of the far-right building says "Doctor Cassaday".  Does anyone have any knowledge or history of Doctor Cassaday?  Can you identify the era when this picture was taken? Was it before the automobile?  Was it before the famous Main Street Fire?  We have our ideas, but we would like to hear yours.