Sunday, August 30, 2020

HAMILTON SCHOOL DAYS WITH PAULINE


HAMILTON SCHOOL DAYS WITH PAULINE Pauline M. Rasmussen Mt. Pleasant, The 8 o’clock school bell rings loud and clear with precious memories as I recall my many years at Hamilton School in Mt. Pleasant, Utah.

Let me tell you a story about it while there is still time. The school should have rightly been given the name of “Hambleton” because the first settlement in Mt. Pleasant in 1852 was given this name in honor of Madison D. Hambleton, leader of the company, but through some misunderstanding in the spelling it was named Hamilton. 

This beautiful three story red brick building was completed in 1896, just in time for me to be enrolled in the beginner’s grade when I was 6 years of age. Our first principal, D.C. Nelson, was an exceptionally fine man. My first teacher was Mary Johansen, a young single girl with unusual ability. We used a slate with a slate pencil for writing and each one of us had our own private little desk with a shelf underneath the top for our reading books and other school supplies. I remember the beautiful stories of the golden rod, and asters in our first primer. Our teacher brought the world of nature right into our classroom with her stories of the clouds and interesting projects. 

I will never forget the squirrels in their metal wheel turning around like a Ferris wheel. Reading, writing, arithmetic, spelling and penmanship were everyday routine. The girls dressed pretty much the same in our calico dresses and the boys wore blue denim bib overalls. In the winter we wore heavy clothing because we had to walk to school or ride in a wagon. I wore leggings that buttoned around my legs with overshoes buckled over them. After a long walk to school in the snow they would be so wet I would take them off and dry them off on the radiators. In the spring when the snow melted we wore rubbers to keep the sticky mud off our shoes and often times the mud would be so deep it would pull them off. 

At recess we had a lot of fun playing games. One of our favorite ball games was “Rounders”, similar to our softball today. The girls usually played together under the sup0ervision of a teacher, but if we were left alone the boys would grab our ball and run. Of course the boys played ball, too, but one of their favorite sports was the “The Giant Stride”. A dozen chains with handles on hung from a large metal pole and they would grab one and run until they could swing way out in the air. It took skill, strength and courage so we girls enjoyed the regular swings better. 

One of our very choice pastimes was to “Jump the ditch”. There was a big ditch across the road from the school grounds and in the spring we liked to challenge our friends to see who could jump the widest parts. It took some practice and a little growing up before we could do it without falling in. Nip Cat was another challenging game that everyone liked to try their skill at. We used a piece of wood sharpened on both ends and a stick to hit it with. A circle in the dirt was our target and we got so many points for getting close to the goal. Hopscotch and marbles were always very popular for boys and girls. 

We had excellent teachers because they like to teach and wanted us to succeed. If a teacher could not control the class he didn’t last long. Our parents always took the part of the teacher in those days so we didn’t want to tell our parents if we had to be corrected in school for fear of further punishment from them. A few teachers manhandled the boys if they needed it, but we all had a great respect for our teachers. 

I graduated from the 8th grade at the age of 14 with a special promotion and then attended the Normal School at Snow Academy in Ephraim for 4 years. North Sanpete High School was started in 1908 on the 3rd floor of the Hamilton School.

My first year of teaching was at Redmond, Utah, but the following year I stayed at home to be of help to my parents and was a substitute teacher at Hamilton. 

On 22 March, 1911, I was married to Royal Victor (Dick) Peterson and we lived on a farm at Shumway Springs, southwest of Ephraim. We had 4 children; Eugene, Ray, Ila, and Audrey. We moved to Ephraim when our first child was old enough to start school. 

My husband was struck by lightning 17 June, 1918, so after a year and a half I went back to teaching to make a living for my children. I replaced a teacher in Indianola that first year, teaching from January to May in 1920. The following year I started teaching full time again at my dear Hamilton School. 

School was about the same then as when I attended except they had added music and art with special teachers for these subjects. We had many operettas and even and elementary school band. Each grade had their own room and teacher unless it was so large it had to be split. 

When the school was first built there was an entrance for boys on one side and girls on the other, but later we marched in by grades from both east and west. I was one of the teachers who played the piano (on the second floor) for them as they marched in just like soldiers, never missing a beat or they may get jerked out of line. When John Mower became principal he did away with the marching. 

The school bell always rang at 8 a.m. and again at 8:45. A little gong was sounded at 8:55 and if we were not in our seats we were counted tardy. Elmer Johansen was our principal when I started teaching and he was an excellent teacher as well. On March 24, 1922, I woke up to a beautiful morning and was just a little later getting to school than usual because I had been admiring the early signs of spring. As I was coming up the walk by the Library I met Vern Winters and she said, “Oh, our principal and janitor have just been killed by electricity.” The shock of such a tragedy was a terrible blow to the school and whole community. The night before there had been a terrific wind storm and it had knocked a great big limb down over the electric wires that led into the furnace room. The furnace had been moved into the basement of the boys and girls rest rooms because it would get so hot it “scorched” the floors in the school building. This little red brick house was about one fourth block south of the school. A large underground pipe carried the hot water from the boiler to the radiators in each class room. This fateful morning our janitor, Kanute Terkelsen, opened the door at the head of the stairway leading down into the basement and as he turned on the light switch he fell dead and rolled to the bottom of the stairs. Elmer Johansen came to school and found there was no heat so he went to check the furnace and saw Mr. Terkelsen laying on the floor. He immediately ran for Dr. Olaf Sundwall who lived just a block north of the school and he slipped on his robe and ran back to the scene with Elmer. They both reached the light switch, but Elmer knowing where it was, touched it first and fell dead, so Dr. Sundwall knew immediately they had both been electrocuted. Mr. Terkelsen was taken home and they put Mr. Johansen on the couch in the faculty room until his family could be notified. The children gathered around like flies to see what was going on, and Supt. J.W. Anderson told them what had happened and that they were all excused to go home and stay until after the joint funeral. Marjorie Pratt who was the music teacher was the principal for the rest of the year and also took Elmer Johansen’s classes.

  The restrooms were later moved to the 2nd floor of the school and a nice kitchen was installed in the little red brick house where nutritious lunches were prepared for the children. ; our first school lunch was a bowl of soup prepared in a room on the 3rd floor by Sadie Allred and Esther Lindberg for one penny a bowl. 

Fire drills were held frequently and the building was evacuated in 2-3 minutes. A gong with a metal chain running from the first to the third floor served as a signal. Five gongs in rapid succession meant “FIRE” and everyone knew exactly what to do. The grades on the ground floor marched out with precision and the children on the second and third floors slid down the spiral metal fire escape as fast as they could fly and a teacher was near to assist them if needed. 

Mordsen Allred started a band in our school that really made a hit in our community and elsewhere. They were in demand for all celebrations in our county and participated in the 24th of July parade in Salt Lake each year. They looked very colorful in their white pants, blue capes and hats lined with gold. 

Max Blain did much to lay a foundation in art for our students in his kind gentle way. Since most of my life was centered around Hamilton School. I cannot help but have many fond memories of students, faculty and incidents. They are all choice experiences of the good things in life and if there were any bad, I have forgotten them. 

There were little accidents like the day my son Eugene had a sharpened stick run through his lip when they were playing gladiators at recess. I was reminded of a time I picked up one of my students and kissed her, the observer thinking it impossible for a teacher to love a student that much. 

One day I asked my students to write a little story about what they were going to do during their summer vacation. One sweet little girl said,”I want to play school all summer. I have a black board but I don’t have any chalk. I wonder what I will do.” I smiled to myself and saw to it that she got her chalk. 

Some of my wonderful teachers were: Mary Johansen, Lydia Hasler, Margaret Reynolds, Fannie Candland, Jennie Jorgensen, Ada Nelson, P.C. Peterson, Daniel Rasmussen, Annie D. Stevens, John O. Lovegren and Joseph Hughes. 

Others who were teaching there during these years were: Andre L. Larsen, Voila Whitaker, Ida Larsen, Ida Merz, Sena R. Madsen, Tressa Larsen, Andrea Johansen, Mina Hasler, Addie Anderson, Florence Monsen, Elma Noland, Olaf Anderson, Caroline Lovegren, R. W. Livingston, Alberta Larsen, D.C. Jensen, C.J. Jensen, and P.M. Nielson. Those who were there when I was teaching were: Elmer Johansen, Anders Nelson, John F. Mower, Mable Rasmussen, Ervin Bohne, Vern S. Winters, Tillie Borg, Merrill Sandberg, Helen Larsen, Merlin Christensen, Christie Clark, Ethel Lund, Fawn Madsen, Louise Frandsen, Josephine Peterson, Pearl Jorgensen, Louella Jorgensen, Fontella Langlois, Emeline Kindred, Mildred Knudsen, Deon Allred, Bernice Madsen, Max Blain, O’Leah Wall, Alta Jensen, Loa Allred, Gwen Allred, Betty Wall, Ethel Rasmussen, Edna Jensen, Marie Jensen, Ruby Sorensen, Ellen Carter, Flossie Staker, Lizetta Seely, Very Millet, Loa Bangerter, Beth Larsen, Catherine Fowles, Beth Ericksen, Grace Simpson, Ruth Reynolds, Mae Clemenson, Edith Aldrich, Verl E. Johansen, Helen Bohne, Delma Jorgensen, Claris Stevens, Beth Brinton, Abe Little, Florence Little, Howard Kay Lay, Mardsen Allred, and Fern Jacobs. If any were not mentioned it was not intentional.

 I retired in 1956 at the age of 65 after 34 years of teaching. My two lovely daughters died in the prime of their lives, but my sons carried on the Peterson name proudly. I was married to Arthur Rasmussen later in my life so I was called Miss Monsen, Mrs. Peterson, and Mrs. Rasmussen by my many students, but to all those who knew me best I was just Pauline.

 Time marches on and a new generation has taken over a new building which was completed in 1962. Hamilton School was truly a landmark of Pioneer industry and a monument of their integrity. The bell was placed in a Monument by the D.U.P. on the lawn of the Pioneer Museum and it still rings loud and clear for special occasions.

Saturday, August 29, 2020

Shepherd Family Photos and Some Unknown

Yes, I do have more photos, unfortunately the remainder from my great-grandmother's book we don't know who the people are but they are delightful images. I think some of them are her Dalley relatives. I do not live in Mt. Pleasant, the Jerry Shepherd there I believe is the son of Uncle Levoir Shepherd, a brother to my grandfather.

I have somewhere an old brochure of Mount Pleasant that I found in Salina, I believe it is from the 1940s or 1950s that has interesting images in it, I don't know if you have that or not. I also have a copy of a letter written by John L. Ivie from Mount Pleasant during the Black Hawk War. I am just so slow in finding and archiving things.

Jerry


Unknown Shepherds 

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 Unknown Image 

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 Unknown Baby

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Moses Andrew Shepherd 

Friday, August 28, 2020

Ivie Photos ~~ Submitted by Jerry Shepherd

The photos from top to bottom are  Ida Priscilla Ivie, Funeral card of John L. Ivie, and James Oscar and Annie Ivie, Viola's father,    his second wife.  John L. Ivie was her grandfather and Ida Priscilla her aunt. Both Ida and Oscar were born in Mt. Pleasant, their father was prominent in the community prior to moving away in 1882.

Ida Priscilla Ivie

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Funeral Card of Col. John L. Ivie

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James Oscar and Annie Ivie


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More Shepherd Family Photos 
Coming Tomorrow !

Wednesday, August 26, 2020

SANPETE VALLEY RAILWAY

The original Sanpete Valley Railway was established in May 1882. It was originally built as a three-foot narrow gauge railroad that was chartered to move coal from Manti, Utah to Nephi Utah. The Sanpete Valley Railway was sold to the Denver and; Rio Grand and Western Railway (DRGW) in 1908, and became the D&RGW’s Marysvale Branch. The line was finally completely abandoned in the spring of 1983 when it was destroyed by a catastrophic flood in Thistle Canyon.

Danny Oldroyd, of Mount Pleasant, Utah is the inspiration and the builder of the Grand Scale Sanpete Valley Railway’s engines and train cars and the railroad designer. The railroad is located on Jim Berlin’s property at 125 North 500 West. Jim is a long-time co-conspirator on this project, and has been instrumental in building this Grand Scales Railway.

Leroy Brady, Jason Baccigaluppi, Brian Prows, David (Clancy) Johnson, Chris (Gern) Galibraith, Seth & Sydnie Farley, Luke Austin and many others have labored tirelessly to bring the SVR to life!

Friday, August 21, 2020

A Journey of Faith ~~~ David R. Gunderson ~~~ Gunder Erickson's Citizenship Document


With permission of David R. Gunderson, we include the following book to our blog.   I will do a few increments at a time, as I have done with the Andrew Madsen and James Monsen histories.  I will also paste the pages over to David's own blog page: http://davidrgunderson.blogspot.com/




Tuesday, August 18, 2020

David L. Peterson ~~~~~ The Wool Business



THE WOOL BUSINES

Always looking for a way to increase my income, I tried different ideas
and solutions. First I tried buying sheep pelts. The pelt buyers just said
take them to Salt Lake City yourself. The price was to low, they weren't going
anymore. Not enough money to interest anyone.
We were going to Salt Lake once a week for mink feed anyway, So I would
buy some pelts and Mary would take them to Salt Lake and sell them each week.
It took some time before I learned how to buy cheap enough to make any
money. but I soon learned. As soon as you lose, you see your mistakes pretty
plain. This buying and selling put me in the area where wool was being bought
and sold. I became acquainted with the wool buyers and talked with them every
chance I could. Andy Anderson was buying for R~ C. Elliott Co .. I started to
buy a little wool and sell it to him. When Elliott's found out that I was selling
to Andy they soon put a stop to that and gave a checkbook so I could buy for
them directly. Andy soon retired and I took over the whole area.
I first received wool at the Railroad Depot on fifth west. When the train
stopped coming and they moved the rail lines I arranged for a building behind
the stores. I worked out of this building for several years. They wanted to
clean up the area and wanted the building gone. I made a deal on the building
and moved it from town to the farm south of town. I hired Morris Crisp to move
the building for $500.00. He jacked it up, put some wheels" under it, borrowed
his brothers' tractor, pulled it west to the road, then south to main street,
up main street, south to the farm, turned it around and parked it where it sets
today. Had the whole job done before noon? It's a well put together building
and has withstood the moving and the wind storms pretty good.
The building will hold enough wool to fill a semi-truck, plus enough room
for some supplies. I have been able to buy about five or six semi-loads each
year. The sheep business is slowing down, this year I have only bought three
semi-loads. I have always been able to get some boys to do the loading and
moving the heavy bags.
When I started there were several buyers and the competition was keen.
Now I am the only buyer in central Utah. It will be hard to find someone to
replace me. Well made not just someone to work as cheap as I do.
It's been a good experience for me and has helped with some income when I
needed it.