Relic Home and Blacksmith Shop

Monday, November 29, 2010

Cottonwood Canyon Road Built ~ approx 1882 ~ taken form Highlights In the Life of James Monsen)

In June of that year (approx 1882), construction of the road up Cottonwood Canyon was begun.  A group of men from all parts of Sanpete County bought a coal mine in Huntington Canyon and was called the Deseret Coal Mine.  The Company was called the Sanpete Valley Coal Company.  In building the road, each stockholder was assessed so many days labor, or a certain amount of money.  As father had no money and preferred the labor part, I was sent to do the job.  I worked fifteen days, which was the amount prescribed for father's share.  Pick and shovel was my part of the job.  I recall how an old man from Ephraim, named Simpson, cautioned me not to work too hard, saying I was too young.

A description of the road as it was then is in order.  The Fairview people had a road part way up the canyon, following the bed of the creek.  From the end of that road a new one was constructed, beginning about the side hill, where it now is.  Later a change was made by a dugway on the side hill all the way to the mouth of the canyon.

Hans Carlson  of Fairview was the promoter of the sale of the mine to the stockholders, and later promoted the purchase of the property from the people for less money than they paid.

Finally a toll gate was placed on the road and for years people paid toll for all teams and loose animals passing over the road.  Twenty-five cents was the charge for single teams and fifteen cents for loose animals.

It was a mistake to sell the mine, and the people recognized the fact when it was too late.  Somehow Carlson held a franchise on the road until the county took it over, after which it became a state highway.  It is now very different from the road I first saw there.  (Highlights in the life of James Monsen p.26)

Unknown Group, Unknown Occasion

Sunday, November 28, 2010

Female Relief Society May , 1876


Meeting held Mai 1876
Opened with singing "Come all That Love the Lord".
Prayer by Sister Peel
Sister Morrison addressed the meeting, said she was glad to be with the sisters, said she was not well, also hot felt like to say, but she likes for the sisters to bear their testimony and rejoice to build up one another.  We should mouth our feeling and not partake of the spirit that will take power over us, that we should humble ourselves before the Lord and try to overcome that feeling; if we too take this course in practice, our children will learn a good example and will do likewise.  She said she felt well in meeting yesterday, that what was said was gone home to the hearts that we should think over this thing that we would gain ......in the eternal world.
Sister Peel felt well to come together the sisters, and said that we live in a curious time that we take of the spirit of Union.  She hoped that the sisters will be more united together by taking this course we could accomplish great things.
Sister Simpson was glad to meet once more with the sisters, felt like to rejoice in the opportunity to bear their testimony of the Kingdom of God.
Sister Peterson rose and felt well, said that we have so much reason to rejoice in the privelege to live in these dayd and build the Temple to the Lord and prepare us of the .......of the Son of God... angels in Heaven like ... she hoped that our children will see it, therefore it is our duty to teach them good principal, if not all will come up to their .... some of them will.
she made some remarks that it was our duty to help sustaind the poor.
After we sang, some of the Danish sisters spoke in their own language.  ....was sun ...in the handbook.
Prayer by Sister Morrison
M.C. Morrison,  Presidentess
Louise Hasler, Secty

Lillie J. S. Morrison Obituary

Thursday, November 25, 2010

Get a taste of turkey farming

http://www.usustatesman.com/get-a-taste-of-turkey-farming-1.2414373

Sena Olsen Neeka

Hansena Petrina Olsen was born 15 November 1886 in Central, Utah.  She grew up in Mt. Pleasant, the daughter of Hans Peder and Ane Kjerstina Marthea Madsen Olsen. Her parents emigrated to Utah shortly before her birth and first settled in Central, Utah (near Elsinore)  and then moved to Mt. Pleasant. 

Sena was a talented seamstress.  She eventually moved to Chicago Illinois where she owned and operated her own furrier shop ~ "Sena Neeka Furs" .   She passed away in 1985 in Janesville, Wisconsin.  I am proud to call her my Great Aunt Sena.   (Kathy)

Tuesday, November 23, 2010

Alice Thalman and James Albert Farnworth ~ Shared by Deena Sutton

Alice Thalman




                                                                                                                                Alice Thalman








Dear Kathy,

My grandmother did not put any dates on the news clippings. I was only able to scan the clippings themselves. Over the week end, I discovered that I have a few morephotos that I did not download earlier that my mother has so I will get them downloaded this week and send them to you as well.

Im so glad that I was able to share those photos with someone. Of all of my family lines, the Farnworths were the only ones that I have not shared with anyone. Im so glad that now the pictures will have a permanent place for others to be amle to have. I appreciate your efforts to keep their heritage alove. I will look for histories but I don't think my grandmother had too many of them from the Farnworths. Thanks again for all of your work.

Deena Sutton






Maggie Ericksen Peel Obituary ~ She Died November 23, 1967

Sears Roebuck and Co. 1909



Ever wonder what prices were 101 years ago? 
This little catalog will tell you.
The price of the catalog itself surprised me.  For $3.95, you could purchase the catalog.
Last time at J.C. Penney, I could purchase a catalog for $5.00.  And the new J.C. Penney catalog was 50X bigger than this 300 page catalog  which measures 4" by 6".   Well now they have more marketing sense I guess.  Let's see what we can find inside.

Banjos ranging from $2.45 to $19.65.  Wow !!!  I'll take the $19.45 University Glee Banjo.

For the Gun collectors out there!
Remember! You can double click to enlarge.

Sunday, November 21, 2010

A MUST HAVE FOR THANKSGIVING AND CHRISTMAS

SWEET POTATO SOUFFLE' (Lela Allred Hafen)
 2 cups cooked mashed sweet potatoes
1/2 cup sugar
 2 beaten eggs
1/3 cup butter
 1/2 teaspoon salt
1/2 cup milk
1 teaspoon vanilla

 Topping:
1 cup brown sugar
1 cup chopped pecans
1 cup coconut
1/2 cup flour

Mix ingredients and put in buttered baking dish.
Mix topping ingredients,and sprinkleon top of mashed sweet potato mixture.
Bake in 350 degree oven for 25 minutes

Que Hafen Obituary ~ Died 10 September 1973

Saturday, November 20, 2010

OUR TREES ~ by David Gunderson

Introduction to Our Trees


One fall, when my Mom got her copy of a little magazine called "Saga of the Sanpitch", She decided to write her memories of the trees that had grown along the south side of their yard or lot, as they used to say, during her childhood. “Saga” contained stories of life in Sanpete Co. Utah from pioneer days forward and Mom had plans to submit her little article to "Saga" for publication but just didn't get around to it. I recently found a copy of it and I decided to get it into electronic format so that all could have a copy.

I made a few editorial changes, added some explanatory notes, found the words of the two childhood songs she referred to on the internet, and added them in an appendix. I also found the music for the song “Come Little Leaves” on the internet and I added a hyperlink to the website which contains the music so that you can hear it. I hope that you enjoy “Out Trees”.

Some have asked if I have submitted “Our Trees” to “Saga”. I would have done so, but Saga is no longer being published. I think that the demise of Saga is a great loss.

~David Gunderson~



Cottonwood Trees
 
 
Our Trees




By Leoan Gunderson

1910 - 1998

Fall Circa 1986



It’s October again, when the fall season comes upon us, with its beautiful trees all dressed up in their finest clothing of gold, red, green, and brown and sometimes even a bit of purple shows up as a background for the beautiful fall scene, When I see it again each fall, I always think of the trees we had at our home when I was a child.



I guess the real thing that is spurring me along to write my feelings today is the little song that I learned as a young student at the Hamilton School in Mt. Pleasant, Utah. The words to the song went something like this …..



Come little leaves said the wind one day.     

Come o’er the meadows with me to play.

Put on your bonnets of red and gold,

For the summer is gone and the days grow cold.



Or perhaps it was the song that goes…



October gave a party.

The leaves by the thousands came.



Oh I do wish I could remember the rest of these beautiful little songs . But today, my memories of them have inspired me to write of the trees that grew along our sidewalk in Mt. Pleasant.



Our trees stretched for the full length of the sidewalk      
 on the south side or our lot, which was one half of
a city block long,
on 3rd North going west from State Street.



I do believe that our trees were pretty during each of their phases of live most all year long. In the spring they were adorned in that striking and welcome color of spring green. It was a delicate green and so easy to enjoy.



Of course, most everything does have one or two little distasteful things about them which we all have to endure. Our trees were cottonwood trees and each spring after the pretty new green leaves appeared they had a habit of bearing cotton. The cotton would catch a little breeze that was passing by and soon would be flying everywhere. Here I must add that at this point in the life of our Cottonwood trees, they became a real problem to my Mother and to my sister Evelyn. They both suffered from hay fever. I remember how they both wore silk masks over their noses to strain out the cotton. But this would pass – until the next cotton season arrived.


[1] See the Appendix for the word to both of these songs

Then came the summer, and our cottonwoods would stretch their strong leaf covered arms out to form an arch over our sidewalk so that we might walk up and down our sidewalk in comfort, protected from the strong glare of a very penetrating sun. Oh yes, I did enjoy this phase in the life of our trees.



But, as one season follows another, soon it would be fall again and our cottonwoods would supply me with another thrill in my young life. Our trees would begin to turn that beautiful golden color that only cottonwood trees do and I would imagine how rich I was with all of that “Gold that did grow on our trees”. One could not believe all of the wonderful imaginary things that I purchased with that easy to acquire gold from our trees.



Of course this beauty came and then gave way to the next phase in the life of our trees. This is when the wind came and sang the little song to the leaves –


Come little leaves said the wind one day        




And the leaves fell but they didn’t all go with the wind. Those that stayed on our sidewalk and in our yard became a shear delight to me, my sister Evelyn, and her friend Helen Jones. Oh we made the most beautiful houses one could ever imagine from those mounds of leaves. I doubt that any contractor could ever build or create for us a more beautiful house than the ones we fashioned for our selves with our imaginations from these leaves.



We had many rooms – they were really mansions, believe me. We had bedrooms, bathrooms, kitchens, dining rooms, and of course, what else but a lovely parlor. And people that were allowed to go into the parlor had to be pretty special. We had furniture also, and it had more beauty than anyone else’s. It’s too bad that we were the only ones that could see all of this beauty.



I am so truly glad that I had a childhood full of fantasy and imagination. I am so glad that I was allowed to create, arrange, and imagine rather than to have everything created for me. As you can see, we were never bored, and no one had to do our planning for us.



But, our trees were not through yet. One day, depending on the weather and usually a short time before Halloween, Mother would tell us, “Tonight after school you can begin to gather the leaves together and soon we will have our big bonfire.”

After we had gathered all of the leavers, which would take us two or three days, we would have a big mound of leaves that would be about like of a small haystack. Then we would go over to the Orchard of my Aunt Hilda (on the south east corner of 3rd East and State Street)


and each of us would get the prettiest big red potato apple that we could find. (I think they are now called Baldwin apples.) Each of us would also get a potato from the garden and put them both into the leaves to be roasted. Kids from all over the neighborhood would join in this fantastic event and bring their own apples and potatoes to go into the big bonfire.


Of course when the fire was out or nearly out, the apples and potatoes would be blackened or burned from the fire and smoke but would only be half done. But how could an apple or potato ever taste so good. Each boy or girl would bring their own salt shaker to shake salt on their potato each time they took another bite. The apples usually didn’t need salt.

That was truly a wonderful day for all of us. We would go to bed that night with visions and memories of the joys that had come this year and the anticipation of the joys that would come next year from our beautiful cottonwood trees.

For the rest of the fall and winter our trees would stand there like sleeping gray sentinels, sometimes beautifully festooned with ice and snow, as if gaining strength to produce more beautiful leaves and useless cotton for the next great cycle of their life. We looked forward to the coming of the leaves in the spring, to enjoying the shade they would produce in the summer, to seeing the leaves turn to that special gold in the fall, to building our dream houses when the leaves dropped, and to having another beautiful bonfire on a late October evening when the moon was there to see it all take place.



This was truly the beautiful life of our cottonwood trees.





Appendix



The Children’s Autumn Songs

That Leoan Remembered

Come, Little Leaves

by George Cooper,



Come, little leaves, Said the wind one day;

Come down to the meadows With me and play.

Put on your dresses Of red and gold;

For summer is past, And the days grow cold.


Soon as the leaves, Heard the wind's loud call,

Down they came fluttering, One and all.

Over the meadows, They danced and flew,

All singing the soft, Little songs they knew.

Dancing and flying, The leaves went along,

Till Winter called them, To end their sweet song.

Soon, fast asleep, In their earthy beds,

The snow lay a coverlet, O'er their heads.





October’s Party

by George Cooper



October gave a party; The leaves by hundreds came.

The Chestnuts, Oaks and Maples, And leaves of every name.



The Sunshine spread a carpet, And everything was grand,

Miss Weather led the dancing, Professor Wind the band.



The Chestnuts came in yellow, The Oaks in crimson dressed;

The lovely Misses Maple In scarlet looked their best.



All balanced to their partners, And gaily fluttered by;

The sight was like a rainbow, New fallen from the sky.



To hear the music to Come, Little Leaves, do a CTRL+CLICK on: http://www.niehs.nih.gov/kids/lyrics/comelittleleaves.htm










Owen Matson Peel ~ Funeral Program

Thursday, November 18, 2010

Female Relief Society May 4th, 1876

Meeting held Mai (May) 4th 1876.  Opened with singing "We Thank Thee God for tth Prophet"  Prayer by Sister C. Peel.

Sister Morrison addressed the sisters and said that we would have two meetings  monthly.  One a Business meeting and the other a Testimony meeting.  She hoped that the sisters that visit would be particular in taking of the notes of the sisters that give something for the poor in their book, that everything will be exact.  Then the names were read of them that had paid for the Emigration (fund).  Sister Cristene Jensen brought in the report of Sis Tregore; that she was very poor and blind and said that she needed help.  Sister Peel made report of the same sister that she was not as poor as she wants to be; said that she was helped along a good deal from the Society, but was not satisfied, but after all she had a desire to help her along.  Many of the Danish Sisters spoke in their own language.  Sister Morrison appointed sister Peel, Sister Jensen and Sister Monroe to visit Sister Tregore and brought the meeting to a close, singing "Praise the Lord, my Heartfelt Joy".  Prayer by M. Morrison, Pres
Louise Hasler, Secty

Peter Hafen and Tuttle Kids ~ Creamery in the background ~ 1956

Left to Right:  Tyler Tuttle 8, Peter Hafen 17, Tammy Tuttle 3, Ted Tuttle 7. 

Wednesday, November 17, 2010

America Needs Your Scrap Rubber

Peter Hafen (in the truck) L: Donald Hafen, R: Cameron Maxfield

WWII Campaign for Supplies

Alice Hafen Collection

In Loving Remembrance - Wilford Hafen


Wilford Hafen, shortly before he was killed by being bucked off his horse.
Genealogy Quote



"In all of us there is a hunger, marrow-deep, to know our heritage - to know who we are and where we have come from."



~Alex Haley




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