Monday, February 28, 2022
Sunday, February 27, 2022
Nathan Chen’s 2003 TOI - Now That was Weird
Friday, February 25, 2022
UnPopular Pets ~~~ Story by Esther Christensen
The little coyotes thrived on the diet of dog's milk furnished by a female dog at the farm. They became most interesting pets, but lost their favor with Mrs. Jorgensen when they began devouring her little chickens. So the pets must be disposed of. The Ericksen boys who lived in town brought some rabbits to the farm and exchanged for the coyotes. When the trade was made, Joe and Frank accompanied the coyotes and the new owners to town where the coyotes were established in their new home. When the Jorgensen boys returned to their home in "the bottoms", they found no rabbits--only scattered fur, but Ki and Ote were comfortably housed in the rabbit pen.
Source: This incident took place in the 1880's as Frank was born in 1877 Joe in 1880. An older sister of the two Jorgensen boys told the story.
Thursday, February 24, 2022
Steven Ralph Poulson Has Passed On
Steven R Poulson
9/10/1944 ~ 2/15/2022
Steven Ralph Poulson, age 77, of Moroni passed away peacefully surrounded by loved ones on February 15, 2022. Steve was born September 10, 1944, the first child of Junior Poulson and Afton Livingston Poulson. Steve grew up in Mt. Pleasant and as a teenager he excelled in track and football at North Sanpete High School. Steve married the love of his life, Marilyn Christensen, on February 28, 1964, and was later sealed in the Manti Temple on June 6, 1986. They made their home in Moroni where they raised 3 sons: Carl, Kevin, and Brad.
Steve was a master gardener and enjoyed reading and had a talent for oil painting. He had a love for the outdoors and adventures with his family, that he instilled into his children, grandchildren, and great grandchildren. He loved hunting and fishing and enjoyed many trips to Lake Powell and the desert. Some of our most cherished memories are of the time spent at Birdseye with family and lifelong friends.
Steve was a mechanic by trade and owned his own business, Big Pine Conoco, where he made many good friends. He then went on to work at the Moroni Processing plant until his retirement. Steve loved his country and served in the National Guard for 24 years. He was a member of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints and truly exemplified the Christ like attribute of service. He would not let an opportunity to serve another pass him by. To know Steve was to love him and he will be greatly missed by his family and friends. We will especially miss his big heart and his infectious laugh.
Steve is survived by his loving wife, whom he affectionately referred to as “his bride” of 58 years. Sons Carl (Diane) Poulson, American Fork, UT; Kevin (Rita) Poulson, Moroni, UT; Brad (Carol) Poulson, St. George, UT and brother Ted Poulson. 13 grandchildren and 21 great grandchildren. Preceded in death by his parents Junior and Afton, brother Alan, sister Peggy, and granddaughter Jessica. Funeral Services will be held Monday, February 21, 2022 at 11:00 am in the Moroni Stake Center. Viewings will be held Sunday, February 20, 2022 from 6:00-7:00 pm and Monday 9:30-10:30 am prior to the services, both at the Moroni Stake Center. Interment in the Moroni City Cemetery.
Wednesday, February 23, 2022
Tuesday, February 22, 2022
The Hair Receiver ~~~ excerpts taken from Saga of the Sanpitch ~ 1975~~~ by Dorothy Jacobs Buchanan
"IN THE GOLDEN, OLDEN GLORY"
Dorothy J. Buchanan
Richfield, Utah
Saga of the Sanpitch 1975
As an experience in obsolescence, I recently passed a small object
around the room to a group of young married women who were studying Utah
history. Not one of the twenty-one women present had the faintest idea of its name or function, even though a few of them ventured a wild guess or
two. Then I explained that the small crystal dish with a hole in its silver
1id was known as a hair receiver by their grandmothers in the early part of our century.
mother's dresser, I wondered how those combings could possibly be worth
saving, but mother told me that switches, or hair pieces and braids, could be made from them, as they perfectly matched the owner's hair.
Monday, February 21, 2022
Sunday, February 20, 2022
Saturday, February 19, 2022
Samuel Allen Family Group Sheet
Friday, February 18, 2022
COME TO ZION Lucille Seely Mt. Pleasant, Utah
The following Story was taken from "Saga of the Sanpitch" 1975
COME TO ZION Lucille Seely Mt. Pleasant, Utah
Long, long ago in the far-away country of Denmark lived a happy family; a father, a mother and two small daughters. The father, John Knudsen, was born in Oslo, Norway October 17, 1828. The mother, Karen Anderson Knudsen was born January 28, 1829.
John was a tailor by trade and a good one at that. He could mend a tear in wool or any fabric, and when he had finished the mend could not be found. Karen was religiously inclined but was not satisfied with her religion. Shortly after their marriage two Mormon missionaries visited their home, and Karen knew this new religion was the answer to her prayers. At first John refused to listen to their message and said, “Those missionaries are just trying to break up my family.”
Karen pleaded with the Lord to open John’s eyes and heart to this true message and as John began to treat the missionaries with more kindness she knew her prayers had been answered again. Karen was overjoyed one morning when John very seriously told her that he knew they were true messenger from God, and as soon as it could be arranged they would both be baptized.
After their baptism they could think of nothing except, “Come to Zion.” Their many friends and relatives thought they had taken leave of their senses, but both were willing to face anything that might come to them for the sake of the Gospel. In later years Karen often spoke of her beloved Vaile, where lily-of-the-valley and other beautiful flowers grew wild in profusion. The decision they made to come to Zion was the greatest choice they ever made. As they disposed of their home and beloved belongings, they chose only the necessities to bring on the sailing ship.
Karen was expecting her third child when she embarked on this perilous journey. When about midway on the ocean, many of the children became ill and little Hannah passed away and had to be lowered into the mighty Atlantic. Days and weeks passed and finally, after sailing the calm and rough sea for six weeks, they landed in New York. They crossed the plains with other pioneers in 1864 and Karen gave birth to a son en-route. The next day she was up mixing bread and looking after the needs of her family. This son was named John, after his father.
After a long and tedious journey they reached Zion, and their dreams had come true. How happy they were to see the valley of Sanpete! They chose Mt. Pleasant as their new home. They traded a feather tick and a bed for a city lot at 3rd South and 2nd West where they built a little adobe house, which was added upon through the years.
They managed to buy some land and settled down to be earnest hard working farmers. Everything went well until their little Marie became ill and passed away; but John and Karen had faith in God and knew they had done the right thing by embracing the gospel and coming to Zion. They still had little John and were soon blessed with another baby girl they named Annie.
She was a joy of their saddened hearts and grew into a lovely young woman. She was talented in music and played the organ and sang very well. She married Magnus Rolph on the 28th of March, 1888 in the Logan Temple along with some friends, Mr. and Mrs. Amasa Aldrich. Magnus and Annie set up housekeeping in the upstairs above his store on Main Street. Within a few years they were the proud parents of three daughters, Etta Althea, Edna Lucille and Anna.
When Anna was lonely 3 weeks old death came and snuffed out the life of her beloved mother, Annie, John and Karen’s last girl. They had promised their daughter, Annie that they would take the little girls and rear them together. This they did, even though they were sixty-four years old. Karen always counted her blessings by saying “The Lord has been so good to me. He gave me three girls and took them away, but He gave me three more.”
They had another son, Andrew, after their arrival in Mt. Pleasant, and when he and John were grown and moved away they still had their three little granddaughters to bless their home.
Karen knew the Bible well and spent much time attempting to open the eyes of her relatives to the beauties of the gospel she had found and loved so dearly, but to no avail. John and Karen loved their religion as life itself, and their prayers at all times were that they might be true to the end, which they proved to be. John did some tailoring in Mt. Pleasant, but he did not make much money. Most of the time he did his work for nothing or accepted very little pay.
He was always helping the sick and those who had death in the family, but he never brought a disease home. Karen and John did not have much of this world’s riches, but enjoyed good health, service to others and their Heavenly Father. These riches could not be bought with money.
Karen was a good cook and made the best butter in the valley. Her chicken dinners on Sunday and tapioca pudding with whipped egg whites on top served in the long-stemmed bowl was a family favorite. She was a good housekeeper and wanted things in order. After her beds were made-and that was early-nothing could be laid on them, not even a hat. She insisted on everyone wearing an apron. When she cooked a meal, her cooking utensils were always washed and put away before the meal was served.
Sunday was the girls’ day off. All she asked of them was that they attend Sunday school and sacrament meeting. If they did this, they could go to the depot and see the trains come and go. This was really a highlight in their young lives. Thirty years after the death of her daughter, Annie, Karen passed away quietly at the age of 93 and was buried on John’s birthday. John lived 5 more years and enjoyed visiting the Manti Temple, which he helped to build. In January 1926, John attended church and within the week he was also taken home in a quiet way to join Karen; he was buried on her birthday. Yes, they were happy they had COME TO ZION and now they were together again and could enjoy the fruits of their labor forever. Source: This story is taken from family records and the authors own personal experiences.
Lucille Seely, born March 8, 1890.
Thursday, February 17, 2022
Night On The Town ~~~ Story of Hilda Madsen Longsdorf
It was a beautiful spring day - - - just right to begin housecleaning. Aunt Hilda always worked from the cellar up, so her first chore was to go through the fruit jars on the cellar shelves, selecting the good ones to dust and place on clean papered shelves. The fruit that hadn't kept well, that was showing signs of fermentation or mold, was opened and the contents poured into buckets to be disposed of later. With the cobwebs swept down, shelves washed and re-papered, floors swept, and stairs scrubbed clean, the room was finally finished, the day almost spent. Hilda looked on the room with satisfaction, picked up the bucket of fruit, but just at that moment her big Plymouth Rock rooster helped himself to a beak-full of fruit.
Hilda changed her mind and immediately poured the contents of the bucket into the chicken trough. This taste of fruit might be a nice change from the handsful of wheat she fed her chickens morning and night. Hilda didn't see her chickens again until evening when she went to feed them. What she saw startled her almost beyond reason. There on the ground lay every one of her chicks; roosters, hens and spring pullets.
At first glance she thought a skunk or weasel had been in her flock. On closer inspection she saw them sprawled in every unlikely position possible: some lying with wings widespread; some lying on their sides, others cramped in strange, grotesque positions with their heads under their bodies; some on their backs with legs straight in the air; and some had fallen across another's lifeless body. Had she killed them?
She knelt down and felt a body. It was warm. Then she realized she had a drunken flock of chickens. She knew just how it had happened - - - the fermented fruit, of course. Since the bodies were still warm, her first thought was to cut their heads off and dress them, but she was too tired after her day of housecleaning. So she decided to leave them in the cool night air and finish the job in the morning. Bright and early the next day she approached the yard and was startled to see the dead chickens up walking around - - - a little wobbly, to be sure, but up and walking. she gave them plenty of grain and fresh water, and by night they were chipper as ever.
Who knows, maybe they enjoyed their "night on the town."
Tuesday, February 15, 2022
Mack Lemore Wilkey
Mack Lemore Wilkey
9/18/1929 ~ 2/9/2022
Mack Lemore Wilkey fell “head over heels in love” with MorRae Blain; they were married August 17, 1950 in the Manti Temple. After thirteen years of missing her daily presence, as of his passing February 9, they are together again.
She supported his early mornings of drivers ed, enjoyment of mountain time particularly with her father Max Blain and their sons, and his nineteen year coaching career which included basketball, football, track, boxing, swimming, and tennis. As a sophomore at Juab High School, he was cut from the basketball team. After hours of determined practice, he not only made the team but went on to play at Snow College and at Utah State University. Always a coach, he continued his love of sports through grandchildren and adopted grandchildren in the community. As a coach, he was uncompromising in maintaining team integrity, discipline and unity. He’d want everyone of the 24 grandchildren and the greats, all 44 of them, and a great-great grandson coming in April to hear his recounting of the basketball championship of “69.” That year he was chosen High School Coach of the Year; later he was inducted into the Utah Sports Hall of Fame.
MorRae appreciated his large garden and the harvest; he’d love to brag about his monster squash, “best” carrots in Sanpete County and lemon elberta peaches. At 92, he gardened, conquered “millions” of weeds, and mowed his own lawn.
Mack appreciated MorRae’s homemade bread, dill pickles, and jam. Not only did he miss her cooking, but he learned to make all three, extraordinarily. Grandchildren affectionately call him the “pancake king.” He’d make delicious whole wheat pancakes and explain all the wonders of Kolob at the same time.
Mack and MorRae treasured their adventures with her sisters Sherrol and Carolyn and their husbands, and also with his family. His sisters Gayle, Marie and step sister Sandra will miss their older brother. His brother Neil and their parents Clarence Wilkey and Helen McPherson preceded them in death.
M and M – that’s how Mack would sign in beautiful handwriting – spent fifteen years serving together in the Manti Temple. As a temple sealer, he was honored to perform the ordinance for grandchildren and great grandchildren. M and M supported one another in responsibilities in the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints. He served in many capacities including bishop, Mt. Pleasant 4th Ward and Snow College Married Ward, stake high councilor, teacher of seminary and gospel doctrine, and Cub Scout Master. The latter suited well a man who was not afraid to have fun, wear a crazy outfit or dance.
Dancing! He loved to dance with the little grandchildren, and he enjoyed the dancing performances of granddaughters. He also liked to entertain grandchildren with homemade games and his stories. In a visit, he may pull out some of the many charts he had made for his multiple teaching opportunities. His lettering was masterful. His favorite poster was his plan of salvation chart. His artistic talent also included teaching art, throwing pottery, and oil painting.
Music was also dear to him and MorRae. They not only sang duets together-particularly “Abide with Me” at funerals-but also in family gatherings. They supported their children’s and grandchildren’s musical performances. He was also called upon to speak in coaching clinics, conferences and yes, in funerals.
Mack was firm in his testimony of the restored gospel and the divine mission of Joseph Smith. He received a witness of the Book of Mormon while on board ship, the US Randall, as part of 147th Army Artillery bound for Korea and the conflict there. While in Korea, he and army buddies built the first chapel of the Church there.
Upon his passing, many family members and friends commented, “Bless his heart. He fought the good fight. Now on to the victory kiss with his eternal queen and their happy dance. I hope Heavenly Father lets us peek at reunions in the next life.” Truly he did “return with honor.”
His children and spouses, Dave (Loralee), Debra (Steven Howell), Kevin (Ruth), Kim (Christine), and Michelle (Glenn Day) thank his loyal friends, hospice team, ward “family” and all those he coached, taught, and influenced.
Friends may call from 6-8 p.m. February 18 and 11:30 am – 12:30 pm February 19 at the Mt. Pleasant Stake Center, 295 South State. Funeral services will be conducted at 1:00 pm February 19, Mt. Pleasant Stake Center. Interment in the Mt. Pleasant City Cemetery. Online memories may be written at rasmussenmortuary.com. In lieu of flowers, Mack suggests contributions to your preferred humanitarian aid organization or to the missionary fund of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints.
Monday, February 14, 2022
Elva Porter Has Passed ON
Elva Z Porter
February 4th, 202210/10/1944 ~ 2/4/2022
Elva Z Porter, 77 returned home to her heavenly father February 4, 2022. She was a wife, mother, grandmother, sister and friend. She struggled for a 12 year battle with dementia disease. Elva was born October, 10th 1944 in Heber Utah. Her parents were Herman Gilbert and Elsie Frances Potter Zufelt. Elva has six brothers and five sisters. Elva met Bert M. Porter at the SnoCap lanes in Ephraim Utah. They married June 8, 1963 and made their home in Mount Pleasant, where they raised two beautiful daughters, Tracy (Porter) Larson and Kim (Porter)Sanderson.
Elva grew up valuing hard work. Elva worked at the Moroni processing plant, sewing plant and was the supervisor at Wasatch Academy until she retired. Elva enjoyed watching her grandchildren open their Christmas gifts each year. Her grandchildren have very vivid memories of this. Elva enjoyed doing crafts and had much talent doing this. She was an excellent seamstress. She enjoyed her time she spent at her computer and enjoyed doing jigsaw puzzles as a pastime.
Elva is survived by her daughter Kim (Dale)Sanderson; her son-in-law Chad Larsen; her four grandchildren; Candice (Layne) Holman, Lindsay (Brady) Wootton, Cory (Jade) Sanderson and Alisha Sanderson and five great grandchildren; Keerah, Braylin, Dreyson, Cooper, and Oaklee. Preceded in death by her husband Bert M. Porter and her daughter Tracy Porter Larsen.
Funeral services will be held Friday, February 11, 2022 at 11:00 at Rasmussen Mortuary with a viewing from 9:30 – 10:30 a.m. prior to services at the Mortuary. Interment in the Mt. Pleasant City Cemetery.
Happy Valentines Day
Every February, across the country, candy, flowers, and valentine cards are exchanged between loved ones, all in the name of St. Valentine.
The following picture is a valentine made in 1820 and brought to Utah with one of the original pioneers, Mrs. Marie Clemenson. It was given to her mother in 1820 and no doubt was a treasured keepsake which crossed the plains with Mrs. Clemenson to Utah. It is an excellent example of the art of paper pricking. Paper pricking is the art of piercing holes in paper with a needle. Paper pricking is one of those old-time crafts that have largely been set aside in favor of more modernized crafts.
The actual valentine was too large to scan and so the following is only a portion. The words are in the Danish Language.
Another papercraft became a life time hobby of one of the daughters of another original pioneer. Clarissa Wilcox Meiling, born in Mt. Pleasant in 1863, created thousands of hand-made, hand-cut valentines and sent them to notable figures such as Governor Maw, Governor Lee, President Grant and President George Albert Smith. As you visit museums and libraries in Utah as well as New York, Los Angeles, Canada, you will recognize her hand-cut intricate beauties. The following picture is one of Clarissa's Valentines that Pauline Seely donated to the Mt. Pleasant Daughters of Utah Pioneers. They later donated it to our Relic Home.
In February of 1950, the Provo Herald honored her with an article and her picture as she fashioned one of the old style valentines.
Among her collection was an intricate hand cut valentine which she made when she was 17 years old for her sweetheart, who later became her husband. It was bordered with a braid of her own black hair and tied with faded blue ribbons. Her special sentiment read:
Saturday, February 12, 2022
Friday, February 11, 2022
ROOTS TECH ~~~ Coming Up
RootsTech offhers a forum where people of all ages across the globe are inspired to discover and share their memories and make meaningful connections. Register for free at rootstech.org today. RootsTech 2022 will be a virtual-only experience, with some enhancements and improvements.
A new set of educational classes will be featured during 2022, along with new technologies to explore in the virtual expo hall and inspiring stories shared by a fascinating lineup of keynote speakers.
“RootsTech 2022 is sure to be an incredible experience once again,” said Jen Allen, event director for RootsTech. “Earlier this year, we organized our first-ever virtual event amid a pandemic—something we never thought would happen. But as we watched the participants come together to provide joyful learning experiences in many different languages, we knew something special was taking shape.”
Classes for the event will have a mix of on-demand, livestream and interactive sessions that will allow attendees to learn, grow and connect to people all over the globe. Participants will also be able to connect with fellow attendees, speakers, experts and enthusiasts. In 2022, the planners of RootsTech are looking to take that experience to the next level.
RootsTech is a place of connection. “We witnessed incredible connections [in 2021] between participants all over the world,” said Steve Rockwood, CEO of FamilySearch. “As they connected to their homelands, and ultimately to their families, they then connected to each other. At FamilySearch, we choose connection, and we witness every day the ways family history transcends all walls of separation and unites us as the true story of humanity unfolds.”
While there will always be some differences between the in-person and online experiences, RootsTech will continue to expand its online experience while working toward a time when the hybrid model can once again be offered.
“We are busy creating innovative ways to capture and share messages of culture, unity and connection that push the boundaries of what a virtual conference can be. We can’t wait to share what we’ve got in store,” added Allen.
Thursday, February 10, 2022
OLD TOWN ~~~ Memories in Photograph ~~~ 1982
Wednesday, February 9, 2022
Our Relic Home Is Also a Family Research Resource Center
The picture above is just one half of a family group sheet. Family histories are also abundant within the walls of the Relic Home. These histories are in the form of family books as well as individual histories in folders. Photos of those original pioneers as well as following generations also adorn the walls of the Relic Home.
We have a photo copy machine on site so that anyone wanting copies can get them.
It is a delight for many who come to visit and find, very unexpectedly, histories and photos that they never knew existed before.
Because we are a small home and space is limited, we have been encouraging the donation of histories rather than artifacts. However, we still accept artifacts that are truly unique; something that we don't already have.
We would love to hear your comments and also help you share or discover YOUR FAMILY HISTORY !!!!