Tuesday, August 31, 2021

Dance Photos from Mt. Pleasant Pioneer Day

 Western Line Dance












Line dancing began in the 1970s disco era, along 

with the "Electric Slide"; then the "Cowboy Boogie".

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                 AMERICAN BANDSTAND








 


                   JITTERBUG

 

The Jitterbug is a dance popularized
 in the early 20th century.

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                        POLKA


























The Polka is originally a Czech dance
 and genre of dance music familiar 
throughout all of Europe.



Monday, August 30, 2021

Dance Photos from Mt. Pleasant Pioneer Day

                      ELECTRIC SLIDE


















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The "Electric Slide " is a line dance enjoyed by
people of all ages at weddings, bar mitzvahs, and all 
parties of every kind. 

It  started in the '70s set to the song "Electric Boogie" 

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                               TWIST






























The "TWIST", a dance done by swiveling the

 hips became a worldwide craze in the 1960s

Then it became even more popular when 

Chubby Checker came out with the song, 

"The Twist".


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                         WALTZ


The original waltz form came into being
in the 13th century by peasants of Germany.
In the 1700s it evolved into the more
elegant form it is today. 
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                            TANGO

From the suburbs of Buenos Aires
to the dance salons of Paris in 1912.

We'll have more tomorrow.


Sunday, August 29, 2021

Helen Emeline Frandsen Lasson



 

May 13, 1913 - June 14, 2009

Funeral services for Helen Lasson, 96, life time resident and daughter of founding pioneer ancestors of Mount Pleasant will be held in the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saint at 461 N. 300 W. Mount Pleasant, Utah. The viewing will be at the Church from 12:00pm until 12:45pm; the funeral service at 1:00pm.
Mrs. Lasson passed away early Sunday morning, June 14, 2009, due to congestive heart failure and the effects of breast cancer. Helen has lived in Sanpete County all of her life except for the time she and her husband Edgar (Ted) Lasson spent in the Kentucky Louisiana Mission for the church or Jesus Christ of Latter-day-saints. Her love for the people of Sanpete Valley was only exceeded by her love of God and her family. Dedicated service to her family, church, and community has always been of high priority in her life. Helen has always loved to serve and socialize with friends and loved ones. Her humor and happy pleasant personality will be missed by all who knew and loved her. She is well known and respected for her hard work and determined spirit.
Helen and Ted were married on 12 Aug. 1936 and later sealed to each other and their children, 30 Oct. 1947 in the Manti LDS Temple. Helen was preceded in death by her parents Leonard & Cleo Frandsen; sister Bernita; brother Russell; brother Oscar Reed; grandson Gordon Shelley; daughter Gloria and her husband Edgar Eugene Lasson. She is survived by her sister Lucile Stevens and her children: Marjorie Lasson Shelley (Elwin) of Salt Lake City, Robert Lasson (Sheila) of Alpine, Keith Lasson (Minty) of Cedar City, Alan Lasson (Jolene) of Salt Lake City, and Kenneth Lasson (Sue) of Salt Lake City. Helen has 18 Grandchildren; 34 Great-grandchildren and 2 Great-Great-grandchildren.
The Lasson family would like to express gratitude to Helen's special close friends: Jon & Loyce Schuman, Bob and Joanna Skelton, Linda Larsen (Helen's friend & hairstylist for 30yrs.), and Bishop Mike Olsen. The family also acknowledges the kind loving care from Jan & Shawna and the staff at Autumn Park Assisted Living in Nephi with special appreciation to her nurse Tiffany Hurst.





Saturday, August 28, 2021

Charles Dale Thompson Moved on to "The Next Adventure"



Charles and Margaret were our home teachers for a couple of years.  We enjoyed having them come for a visit.~~~~~ Kathy Hafen 



Our loving husband, father and friend Charles Dale Thompson moved on to “the next great adventure” August 21, 2021 at his home in Mount Pleasant to join his loved ones who had gone on before. He will be greatly missed by all who knew him. He was born May 8, 1944 to Charles Earl and Lois Valera Rust Thompson in Fairbury, Nebraska.

He served a church mission to Northern Germany from 1964-66 where he had many great experiences. After his mission he returned to BYU where he earned his B.S. in Chemistry and Math. While there he met the love of his life and on Dec 19, 1968 married Margaret Ann Peebles in the Manti Temple. Together they saw the world, traveling to 6 of the 7 continents and seeing the 7th from a cruise ship.

He had a passion for knowledge and was an avid reader, genealogist, square dancer, and scriptorian.

He leaves behind his wife and eight of his nine children. Sons, C. Alan (Tamara), David (Jennifer), Steven (Racheal), Matthew (Michelle), Nathan (Catherine), Kenneth [dec] (Katrina), Lance (Tiffany) and daughters, Barbara (Rulon) Rasmussen Jessop and Jolene (Clint) Bissell. Also 36 grandchildren and 11 great grandchildren.

He was preceded in death by his parents, and son Kenny.

A viewing will be held August 28 from 9:00 -10:30 am at Rasmussen Mortuary in Mount Pleasant with a graveside service to follow at Mount Pleasant City Cemetery at 11:00 am.

Click Here to watch Live. The link will activate at 10:45 a.m. MST on 8/28/2021

Thursday, August 26, 2021

PROVACATIVE PEEK! by Owen Sanders


Owen Sanders was a great-grandson of Moses Martin Sanders, a one-time
pioneer of Mt. Pleasant.




 


 

Wednesday, August 25, 2021

KEEN KUTTIN' KUTTER and some KEEN RECIPES


We have one of these at our  Relic Home.  I remember my mother having one.  We would drag it out at Thanksgiving time.  We would chop the bread, onion, celery, carrots and whatever. 

Now it has been replaced by the more modern food chopper and electrified.  Browse through the recipes below and decide what you want to try.  One of the recipes includes tongue.  

I remember opening the refrigerator one day and seeing a cow's tongue all sprawled out on a nice dinner plate.  

You may ask:  What is clarified butter? So I asked Google: butter from which water and milk solids have been removed, so that only the butterfat remains: 








 














Sunday, August 22, 2021

Taken from: Utah Since Statehood ~~~ Published in 1919

You can view all 4 volumes at the Mt. Pleasant Relic Home 

Chicago: The S. J. Clarke Publishing Company, 1919. First Edition. Hardcover. 821,1198,1160,821pp. Quarto [28 cm] Dark green grained cloth with titles gilt-stamped on back strip. All edges marbled. The extremities are mildly bumped and rubbed, and there are sporadic cracks in the text blocks. The terminal leaves of volume 1 are a bit stained. Pp. 195-198 in volume 2 are detached, but present. There is a former owner's name on the front pastedown of volume 4. Good. Item #51525
Illustrated throughout. An exhaustive history of the people and places of Utah. A clean set of this monumental work, including the uncommon fourth volume. Flake/Draper 9603. by Warren Noble















Saturday, August 21, 2021

Family Group Sheet of Jacob Rolfson and Niels Rolfson



ROLFSEN, JACOB (son of Bent and Gertrude Marie Rolfsen of Risor, Norway). Born 1828. Came to Utah Sept. 22, 1861, Samuel A. Woolley company. Married Margaret Christinia Kjelson May, 1852, at Resor (daughter of Niels Kjelson and Helga Olsen, pioneers 1861, Samuel A. Woolley company). She was born Nov. 4, 1828. Their children: Nicholine, m. Nils H. Jensen; Bent; Maria, m. Otto Lylia; Niels, m. Annie Frandsen; Helga Sophia, m. George G. Frandsen; Jacobina, m. Clarence Winchester; Jacob; Annie Helen, m. William A. C. Bryan. Family home Mt. Pleasant, Utah. High priest; missionary to Norway 1877-79; ward teacher. Worked on St. George and Manti temples. Settled at Ephraim 1861; moved to Mt. Pleasant 1863. Carpenter. Died Oct. 21, 1883, Mt. Pleasant.
(taken from Pioneers and Prominent Men of Utah) 












Niels Rolfson was 2 years old when he emigrated to the United States with his parents and his family in 1861. They traveled with the Samuel A. Woolley Company. His name is listed as "Nels Rolfisin" on the Death Certificate Index. He came on the ship, Monarch of the Sea in 1861 with his father, Jacob and mother, Margretha and siblings: Nicoline, Bent, and Gjertrude. Jacob Rolfsen (Age: 33) Margrethe Christine Rolfsen (Age: 32) Nicolena Rolfsen (Age: 8) Bent Rolfsen (Age: 6)

Gertrude Maria Rolfsen (Age: 4)



 







Thursday, August 19, 2021

A Greenhorn Sweed ~~~ Autobiography of William Olson

 

My first taste of genealogy came when I found this history in my grandparents' attic.  Why it was there, I have no idea.  The autobiography is of William Olson.  Even though I have Olsen ancestors, this is not one of them.  However, for me, it was exciting to find this history.  I must have been only about 13 at the time and the bug for genealogy has never left me.  Hopefully, someone out there will appreciate reading it.  I remember sharing it with Maxi Olson Christiansen several years before she died.  Whether anyone else has it, I do not know.

My father, John Olson, and my mother, Sophia Maria Skrevelus, were both born in Jamjo Soken Blekinge Lan, Sweden.  Father was born October 27, 1818, and mother was born December 24, 1819.

In 1848 my father sold his farm in Sweden and moved over to Bornholm, a little island 16 by 20 miles square, in the Baltic Sea.  He bought a farm there, consisting of thirty acres.  He stayed there until 1866. My mother had joined the Mormon faith was baptized in 1852, being one of the first to be baptized in Scandinavia.  In 1866, my father sold his farm, horses, and cattle, and turned his money over to the Church to emigrate the people that were not able to help themselves.  He kept enough to emigrate his own family which consisted of Kathryn, myself, and Andrew and Hannah Maria, and James.  I was born on Bornholm, the third day of June 1853, and was baptized on the tenth of April 1866.  We sailed from Bornholm on the twelfth of April as far as Kjobenhagen where we stayed ten days then we took a boat for Keil, Germany and from there by train for Hamburg, Germany.  The next day, May 25, we went on board the sailing vessel "Kenilworth". Captain Brown.  We were nine weeks crossing the Atlantic Ocean.  Our food consisted of sailor hardtack, fat bacon, cabbage, and black coffee.  The bugle would wake us up in the morning at seven o'clock.  We had to be on deck for exercises for one hour then we had breakfast.  When the weather was so that the ship didn't roll too much we would dance for a couple of hours.  On Sundays, we had religious services. Two returned missionaries, Samuel Sprague and Martin Lund from Ft. Green had charge of the company, 686.  Thirty-six of the emigrants died and were buried at sea.  They would sew them up in heavy canvas bags with about fifty pounds of rocks at the feet to sink them.  They would place the corpse on a plank and at a signal from the Captain, they would tilt the plank up and the corpse would slide into the ocean.

The Captain and sailors treated us fine except the cook.  He was the meanest man I ever saw.  In the morning he would yell, "Come to breakfast, you Mormon S of Bs".  Our ship caught fire from the kitchen but after a few hours of fire fighting, it was put out after burning part of the kitchen.  On the 17th of July, we landed at Castlegarden, New York.  That night we took a steamboat for New Haven.  We were a motley crowd traveling on foot carrying our luggage and carrying babies and some leading one or two.  The road or street was not paved and the mud and slush came up to our shoetops, and a howling mob followed us and called us all the dirty names they could think of and pelted us with mud clods.  From New Haven, we took a train for Detroit, Chicago, Quincy, Ill., and Saint Joseph, Missouri, the terminal of the railroad.  From there we sailed up the Missouri River on a river steamer as far as where Omaha stands now.  There were but seven houses there then, and they were just small lumber houses.  There they were moving the biggest house up the hill with three yolks of oxen.  We started our journey across the plains on the second of August.  We traveled with sixty-five wagons, five yolks of oxen on each wagon.  Three hundred and twenty-five oxen.  Joseph L. Rawlings was captain of the real large train.  He had one helper or vice-captain, one teamster for each wagon, and five-night herders that took that herd of oxen out to feed and drove them into camp in the morning.

We had the bugler we had on the ship so that the bugle would call us at six o'clock in the morning.  We had one hour to get breakfast and then the oxen would be driven in so we would be ready to start by eight o'clock.

In the evening the music would start up, the young and old would dance for an hour.  All the young folks had to walk, the old would ride most of the time.  At nine o'clock in the evening, the bugle would sound for prayer before going to bed.  My father bought a cow in Iowa.  He intended to lead that cow not only to Salt Lake but to Mt. Pleasant, a distance of twelve hundred miles.  He would turn her with the oxen at night to feed.  A good many oxen got alkalied and died, and I wished many times that our cow would get a drink of alkaline water but she came in every morning.  But she got tender footed.  There was plenty of shoes of the oxen but they were too large for the cow; so we had to tie pieces of gunnysack or anything we could find along the road around her feet so that she could travel.  And I was in the same condition.  We had been on a journey so long that my shoes and clothes were worn out but I could pick up old clothes that other companies had thrown away.  Sometimes I would have on two rights and sometimes two lefts.

Our food was sourdough bread, fat bacon, buffalo meat, coffee and sugar.  We were not allowed to kill anymore buffalo than we could eat.  We were not allowed to waste any of the meat.

The Indians were friendly whenever they came to our camp.  Captain Rawlins would give them sugar and beads and small mirrors.  It was ordered from Brigham Young to always treat the Indians kindly.  That is the reason we never had a train destroyed or a man killed during the twenty-three years we carried emigrants across the plains.  We sent an average of twelve trains each year.  There were many other trains destroyed and teamsters killed.  We came to one train that had been burned and all hands killed.  There was nothing left but the wagon tires. We stopped and buried the dead.  The Indians had gone - there was nothing left but the smoking embers of the  wagons.  When we got up in the Rocky Mountains, we had several snowstorms and suffered for the want of shoes and clothes.  We reached the Salt Lake Valley October 4th on a Sunday afternoon.    People from Salt Lake met us about ten miles from Salt Lake with cake and sandwiches and apples.  That was the happiest day of the whole journey.  It was the first cake and apples I had tasted since we left our home in Sweden.  Everybody in the country that had oxen and wagons in the train would come and get them in the spring.  Brigham Young would call for a train from each county and then each bishop in each town would make a call for so many oxen and wagons.  If a man had two yoke of oxen he would let one yoke go.  If a man had two wagons he would let one go and the teamsters were called by the bishop and the captain by Brigham Young and all of them served without pay.  All the provisions were furnished for the train by the tithing department.  After staying in Salt Lake a week, we got a chance to go with a man to Mt. Pleasant so I took up the march with the cow again.  We reached Mt. Pleasant October 18th.  In the spring of 1867, I was drafted into the Utah State Militia and acted as homeguard and guarded travelers from one settlement to another as the Indians were on the warpath and killed a good many of our people and in the fall of 1867, I was called to go out to Sevier County and help the people to get away from them.  I drove a yolk of oxen and wagon belonging to Peter Miller and I had two small families, nine persons all toll, and brought them to Mt. Pleasant.  In the fall of 1869, I went out to Weber Canyon to work on the railroad, the first to come into the valley.  I worked during the winter for Thomas Stewart from Logan and the next summer I worked for Bishop West from Ogden and in November, when his contract was done I walked home carrying my bedding on my back.  I had just one hundred dollars that was the most money I had ever made  and I was very proud of the fact that I could bring home that much money.  That is the reason I walked home the one hundred and forty miles as my father and mother had no cow at this time.  I bought a cow with fifty dollars and I bought five acres of land with the brush on for the other fifty dollars.

In the fall of 1970, I hired out to the Miller Cattle Company in the southern part of Utah as cowboy and worked for them two years for thirty dollars a month.  In October 1873, I was called to go to St. George to work on the St. George Temple with twenty other boys.  We left Mt. Pleasant on the 8th of November with four teams to haul our bedding and provisions for the winter.  We had had bad weather most all the way.  It snowed every day for sixteen days so that when we got to Beaver City we had three feet of snow.  From there to Belvia the road was almost impassable.  We had to break the road all the way for a hundred miles.  All the low places in the road were drifted full so that when our teams got into a low place they would go in clear up to their sides, then we would tie a long rope to the end of the wagon tongue and all us boys would pull them out that way.  And that would happen every mile or two.  Then we fastened the rope to the end of the wagons and then we would take hold of the rope two and two and break the road for the teams and help to pull the load.  When we camped we would dig four and sometimes five feet of snow away to get to the ground so we could make a fire to cook our food---baking our bread and frying our bacon and making some coffee.  Wood was hard to get because it was covered with snow.  At night we would crowd six of us into each wagon to keep warm.  We had that way of traveling for five days.  We reached Belvia that night at twelve o'clock.  We had not stopped for dinner because we could find no wood to make a fire and it was cold and the wind blew so hard that we couldn't make a fire.  It would blow away as fast as we could make it so we crawled into a man's barn and burrowed down in the hay without any dinner or supper and we had to divide our blankets with our horses to keep them from freezing to death.  The next morning the wind was still blowing hard so that we were unable to make a fire; so we packed up and drove down five miles into Dixie where it was warm.  We stopped at Grapevine Spring, had breakfast which we needed, and enjoyed as we hadn't tasted food for more than twenty-four hours.

I worked all winter blasting and quarrying rock for the temple.  The foundation was made of black lava rock and the other part is red sandstone.  In the spring of 1874, we were all released and returned home.  In November, of that year I went out to Pioche, Nevada and worked in the mines one year and left for home the first of January 1975,

On the 10th of April in 1876, I married Sarah Jane Tidwell in the Endowment House at Salt Lake City by Daniel H Wells.  My wife was the daughter of James Harvey Tidwell and Elizabeth Harvey, a native of West Virginia.  Her Great-grandfather, John Tidwell, was one of George Wahington's old soldiers who fought all through the Revolutionary War.  The Tidwell's were natives of Indiana.  Both the Tidwell's and Harveys were pioneers of Utah and the Tidwell's were Pioneers of Mt. Pleasant, Utah. 

As a result of that marriage, we had six children born.  William Arthur, born first of April 1877, Jonathan Harvey, born July 30, 1879, Berkley, born July 31, 1881.  Guy Randolph, born 9th of October 1883.  Theodore, born on the 3rd of November 1885.  Mary Estella, born on the 8th of November 1892.

When I married, I had a yolk of oxen and a wagon and fifteen acres of land and a lot with a little one room log house with a dirt roof and a lumber floor, one door and a little window.  I had one door and window opening in the north side and the south opening dobied up.  Our furniture, all homemade, consisted of one bedstead, one table and two chairs and a little cookstove made of cast iron, that I paid thirty dollars for in Salt Lake, and I also had one cow.  That was a small beginning but it was our own.  We didn't owe anybody a cent and we didn't have to pay house rent.  We lived in that house for two years and it was the two happiest years of our lives.  We think of it as our "love nest". In 1878 I bought sixteen acres of land.  I had then 31 acres --- considered in those times to be a nice little farm.  My wife was a very saving woman so that we managed to save up a few hundred dollars every year.  In 1884, I bought two thousand head of Jonas Ericksen's sheep.  I paid two dollars and fifty cents ahead.  I mortgaged my farm to the Nephi bank to pay for them and I was ten years paying that mortgage.  Grover Cleveland was elected President and the democrats were in power so that they removed the tariff on wool so that for years I had to sell my wool for five cents a pound.  In 1896, I was elected councilman for two years; and in 1898, I was called to go on a mission to Sweden.  I left home on the fourth of November and went by rail to New York and on the 13th of November sailed on the steamship Penland, Captain Neilson from Philadelphia.  We landed at Liverpool on the 25th of November.  From there we continued by rail the next day for Grimsby.  The next day we went on board the steamship Northenden, Captain Marsden, and set sail for Hamburg 400 miles away.  From there to Kil by railroad and from Kil to Kopenhagen by steamer.  We landed there on December fourth, 1899.  I was set apart to go to Sweden, the birthplace of my ancestors.  I traveled over the country from east to west and from north to south.  I found many of my relatives, both on my father's side and my mother's side; and they were all fine, intelligent people.  They were farmers, builders, contractors, shoemakers, blacksmiths, carpenters, and a good many of them were pilots.  Some were pilots over in England.

Sweden is a most beautiful country in the summertime, especially Stockholm built on five islands.  I enjoyed my work among the people there very much because they were very kind and hospitable.  I had good health all the time I was there.  I traveled all over Denmark and Germany.  I stayed in the mission field for just two years and a half.  Then I was released on the 6th of April 1902.  I left Sweden the 8th by way of Kopenhagen, Esberg, Denmark; and by steamer from there to Liverpool, England.  I left Liverpool on the 13th and went on board the beautiful steamer, Commonwealth for Boston.  We had five days of stormy weather, but it was fine as I nor any of the Olson family get seasick.  I got home on the 28th of April and found my family all well.  My wife had done well at home.  I had sold my sheep and the boys had tended the farm.  Before I left home I had sold my sheep as my boys were too young to take care of them; however, when I reached home, I borrowed some more money and bought 1500 head of fine ewes.  My son, a Guy, took care of them until I sold them in 1927.  I gave two dollars and fifty cents per head and I sold them for $26.00 in 1927.

Sunday, August 15, 2021

MOUNTAINVILLE TRAGEDIES


  


Alec Burnside's barn was struck with lightning and burned.


              Will Burnside's house burned to the ground in 1890.


              Jim Brown's house burned.  Kids lit a match in the clothes closet to find their clothes and              
              started it.


             Inger Christensen was the first death in the ward.
     
             Jean Cowan died in childbirth Feb. 7, 1890.


             Hartley Syler came from Fairview and lived in Len's orchard.  Their little girl drowned in a sunken 
             swill barrel.