Tuesday, January 31, 2023

Dear Friend Alice ~~~ Eva Staker


 














































































































































































L to R: Eva Staker, Reva Rosenlof, Alice Hafen
Lovingly referred to as "the Three Muskateers" they attended social events together as widows of the Mt. Pleasant Fourth Ward.   








Alice Peel Hafen passed away this morning (Friday, January 15) at 5:00 a.m. with her son, Peter at her bedside.  She has been in hospice since Monday, January 11th.  She has been such a great example to her family and all those who have known her throughout her life.  She would have been 98 years old on January 31st.


Alice had seen so many changes and technological advancements in her lifetime.  She had a myriad of stories to share with her grandchildren and great-grandchildren and great-great-grandchildren. Stories such as riding in the back of the wagon to go pick fruit over at Huntington, taking lunch and bedrolls and camping out in the canyon, picking fruit the next day, and then the long journey back home.  Another great remembrance was how Neil would wait for her after her work at Eatingers' Cafe and walk her home.

She also vividly remembered being a nanny in Los Angeles when there was a 6.2 earthquake.  Just the mention of an earthquake frightened her for the rest of her life.

Alice was one of four girls born to Peter Azel and Margaret Ericksen Peel.  All three of her sisters, Lois, Margaret, and Barbara, passed away due to cancer.  Each sister had a young family at the time of death.  Alice lovingly took on the role of substitute mother for them.  These nieces and nephews adore her and have many happy memories of spending time with "Aunt Alice" and "Uncle Neil".

She was born with a beautiful voice and sang at hundreds of funerals.  Once asked, "What are they paying you to sing at this funeral?"  She replied, "Well why should I get paid when it was God that gave me this talent to share."

A historian since her teens.  She kept a journal and loved to take pictures of historical events and special occasions.  She loved being a daughter of this Mt. Pleasant Community.  She was a faithful member of the Latter-Day Saint Faith and had a firm testimony.  She served in many church organizations as well as a board member of the Mt. Pleasant Pioneer Historical Society.  She also served on the Senior Citizens Board as the one to rustle the talent for their Senior Citizen Dinners.  She loved quilting at the Senior Center on Mondays and formed wonderful friendships there.  She was a longtime member of the Daughters of Utah Pioneers. She was also a charter member of the Artopic Club.


Alice is the mother of two boys, Donald Hafen and  Peter Hafen, both of whom showed her great love and respect and cared for her in her declining years.

She put together a cookbook at the age of 92 with favorite family recipes coupled with family pictures and stories.  A loving nephew, Marc Smith, helped her with this project, a great accomplishment that the whole family will treasure for years to come.


Her favorite pastime these past few years has been organizing and sharing her picture collection.  When we asked her if we could share them on a blog, she was excited about the opportunity.  She was amazed by the wonders of internet communication.  So many people have written in and expressed their appreciation for these pictures of their family members.

She was respected, loved, and adored by all who knew her.  So many have said, "When I grow up, I want to be just like Alice Hafen."   






Monday, January 30, 2023

~~~ History and Importance of the "Saga Of The Sanpitch"

 

THE STORY OF THE SAGA OF SANPITCH 

Ruth D. Scow Senior First Place Short Story The theme for his twenty-fifth volume of The Saga of the Sanpitch. "Silver Sunsets," seems aptly chosen. During these 24 years, this little annual magazine has accomplished much in telling many personal histories that have been written by Sanpete residents and former residents. Its winning entries have recorded over 2600 pages of our history that would never have been written—poems, essays, anecdotes and stories (all documented)~had it not been for the Saga. 

Also, it has recorded over 800 winning entries and reproduced over 550 precious, one-of-a-kind pictures of Sanpete County's past. In 1969, when Richard and Nadine Nibley formed the Sanpete Development Corporation to preserve the old Ephraim Coop building, it seemed logical that if citizens of Sanpete County generally were remembering their pioneer heritage, the possibilities of restoring the old pioneer building might be greater. So at the conclusion of a visit to the home of Ross and Linnie Findlay by Stake President Vernon L. Kunz and his counselor, R. Clair Anderson, Linnie asked if it might be a good idea to have a writing contest about the early settlement of these valleys. As he walked out and closed the door, President Anderson replied, "Fine, you be chairman." 

It was a challenge, and Linnie enlisted the help of Eleanor Madsen. President Kunz was often called on for guidance as Linnie and Eleanor visited each Stake Presidency and High Council in the county. Some suggested that the writing of this type of history should be left to the Daughters of the Pioneers, but the majority thought that contributions by the men might also add a good dimension. 

Ross Findlay printed the first issues of The Saga at Snow College, with full support and encouragement of the late President, Floyd Holm. Sanpete South Stake loaned the first money for prizes and to pay the typist, and everything else was volunteered. Dr. H.B. McQuarrie provided the first cover picture.  

When the contest was announced, there were just two or three weeks before the deadline for submitting entries for that first volume. Still, eleven entries were submitted, and judges were selected from former residents of Sanpete County. Nine entries were chosen for publication. 

With the sale of that first volume at cents per copy, the money was repaid to the Stake, and a small scholarship was presented to Snow College. There was a little money left for another year, thus the Saga of the Sanpitch was born. 

This volume is also a rare listing of 126 nicknames that were used to identify the people of Ephraim. Linnie and her husband Ross, with help from others, were the stabilizing leaders of the next four volumes (1969-1973). She said: When my husband and I came to Sanpete, we discovered here a quality that seemed to be unique in this area . . . a local pride mixed with a goodly concern for all people. A humility that can accomplish many things that would lie dormant in other places. It is a quality we have been trying to define because Utah and the west are full of pioneers, their descendants, and many stories, but there is something that makes anyone who has ever lived here proud of his heritage. 

Called by the Stake Presidency, Ruth C. Scow became the chairman of the next three volumes (1974- 1977). 

Volume 6 (1974) showed pictures taken from glass-plate negatives photographed by George Edward Anderson. Rell Francis, Springville photographer, and collector, donated copies made from these negatives. These copies showed the construction of the Manti Temple (1877-1888). Thirty-one winning entries were included in this volume. 

Volume 7 (1975) contained photos of all the early schoolhouses in Sanpete, with a great variety of winning entries (including a report card, handwritten, dated February 27, 1857). That year there were so many entries that in order to get the winning ones published the print of the Saga was reduced.

 The theme for Volume 8 (1976) was "Sanpete Celebrations." This year the format was enlarged to accommodate a Senior Division. Most every Sanpete town was represented. Included was a beautiful "Certificate of Marriage," which hung on a wall of a house in Chester. The lady of the house agreed to lend it. She lifted it off the wall; Max Call of Manti, took its picture, and it was returned it to its owner that night. Lillian H. Fox became the chairman of the Saga committee for the next five volumes, 9 to 13,(1977 to 1981). 

The pages of the Saga have always been held together by staples; thus several of these volumes had reduced-size print, but the stories they told of sacrifice, humility, dedication, caring, and sharing with neighbors, and their love of God were greatly shown. Among the photos reproduced were Sanpete's old church buildings. 

Volume 13 contains the story of Isaac Morley (Father Morley) who led the first settlers to this Sanpete Valley. This entry was written by his great-granddaughter Wilma M. Despain. Another entry, "Fairview Fort," was by Betty Ramsey. There were other exciting, worthwhile, and well-written entries. The volumes of the Saga now began to gain national recognition as an example of volunteer work that records a history of an area year after year. All entries cannot be published; however, a copy of all unused entries is filed and hopefully someday will appear in print. The knowledge they contain is priceless. 

The cover of Volume 14 (1982) has a line drawing of Sterling's first schoolhouse. The artist chairman was Pamela Jensen, Sterling Utah. She says, "This year's entries have been staggering, more than could be hoped for or expected . . . even the pictures were popping out of nowhere, much to my delight . . . I have   always enjoyed a good picture section." She then thanked all who had entered the writing contest and had taken the time to find pictures. 

Pamela continued as chairman for 1983, Volume 15. "It isn't often a person gets the opportunity to say thank you in print, but I can and do thank the Saga committee for hours of tireless work, the printers for keeping expenses down, the stores who give us donated space, and especially the writers who search through old documents, histories, and remember to put those stories down on paper in such a way as to make us live, see and feel the past." 

Volume 16, (1984) was copyrighted by Eleanor P. Madsen. Pamela had gone with her husband and family to live in Nevada. Eleanor wrote that now they were at a loss as to whether the Saga was to continue. Then they remembered the old saying, "Three heads are better than one," so the three previous chairmen, Eleanor, Lillian, and Ruth decided that the Saga must continue. By dividing 1983 responsibilities they felt they could do it. And again they did. 1983 was Sanpete's disastrous water year. Albert Antrei wrote an essay, "The Neverlasting Hills," published but not entered in the contest. 

In 1985 the Manti Temple was rededicated. Besides the winning entries of that year, the Saga also had a section telling the history of the Manti Temple plus many Temple pictures. Inside the cover was a picture of C.C.A. Christensen's famous painting that hangs in the Temple. This painting, done in the latter 1850s was of the Indian campground in the forefront and the bare gray hill that juts down into the valley in the background. 

Eleanor and her co-chairmen again divided their responsibilities. "We feel that the Saga is continuing to grow in popularity. We hope others will develop the love we have for this book so that it may continue to serve its purpose!" 

Volume 18 (1986) had for its cover a collection of varied dance programs and entertainments from Sanpete County. It included some 115 pages. Mardene Thayne was the designer. This year it was noted that "each additional volume of the Saga brings new writers and new readers." 

Historical groups and libraries, as well as individuals, look forward to each new addition. Even the elementary and middle schools in South and North Sanpete are using the Saga in their Utah history classes. Eleanor P. Madsen continued as chairman, with Ruth Scow and Lillian Fox as committee members. Linnie was the treasurer with Diana Major Spencer as editor; Rae Ann R. Tibbs was responsible for the typing. This was a happy book of dancing, entertainment, open-air dance halls, and orchestras, all of which brought to the reader memories of the past. This was the year the Saga related to the theme of "Dancing in Sanpete County." The winning entries were published in their various categories in the usual way. A section giving some additional information and pictures on dancing in our County concludes the volume of 138 pages, thus preserving the fast-disappearing stories of this Sanpete Valley. 

Volume 19 (1987) had the theme, "Memories of Snow College" in recognition of Snow's 100th anniversary. "Snow is very dear to the hearts of all who have received learning through its doors. It is basic to the economy of Sanpete County. Its cultural influence is felt near and far. The faculty and staff who have served there through the years, as well as those who now serve, have added great dimensions to the lives of its students." This volume contains 39 entries plus 19 Snow College pictures, including photos of the presidents of Snow. 

In 1988, Volume 20, the chairman found that more help was needed so three chairmen were selected: Lillian H. Fox, Eleanor P. Madsen, and Ruth C Scow. Linnie Findlay continued as treasurer and Diana Major Spencer was the editor. The script committee was Norma S. Barton and Martha Rae Olsen. The judges were from Ephraim. As usual, the entries were written about various Sanpete topics and came from Preston, Idaho;   Tacoma, Washington; Mesa Arizona; Mt. View and Santa Maria, California; and from Salt Lake City, Orem Monroe, West Valley, Sandy, and Richfield, Utah, plus entries from almost all of Sanpete's towns.

 "Campfire Tales" was the theme chosen for Volume 21 (1989). Larry Nielson did the cover, which depicted two Indians in their canoe. He also contributed a line drawing of a runaway on the mountain. Written entries were very interesting and challenging, making for worthwhile reading. That year winning entries numbered 42, with 31 photos, and 137 pages. All this was a great addition to Sanpete history and to the Saga volumes which had gone before. 

Volume 22 (1990) had as its theme "Prelude to Sanpete." Eleanor was again chairman with the same committee members. It told of the folks of many different cultures and countries, and also from the eastern United States, and their efforts to conquer the untamed wilderness. The cover painting was by Sandra Johnson, "First Winter in Manti."

 Volume 23, (1991), with the theme, "Cultural Arts" paid tribute to all the folks who have made our lives better, who have touched our lives with their words, their music, their paintings, their teaching, and their skills. The cover of this volume is a graphic reminder of our Cultural arts and blessings here in Sanpete. There were 41 winning entries and 51 pictures. 

Volume 24 (1992) had as its theme "From Peas to Parachutes and Hats to Harnesses." This volume was about ancestors who found much happiness in their work and learned that their lives were satisfying to them because they were creating industries and building businesses for future generations. They were learning, growing, building, and watching their dreams come true. The cover depicts the diversity of businesses that existed in the early days of Sanpete. The artist is Ned J. Ericksen, Moroni. 

This year, 1993, Volume 25 has the theme "Silver Sunsets," in commemoration of a quarter century of historical writing about Sanpete County. Many of its authors have died, but they have left their remembrances, their thinking, and their style of writing for all of us who love this county and its people. With the publication of this little annual magazine, history has been preserved in stories, anecdotes, historical essays, and rememberings, for those who come after. The pictures are also a kaleidoscope of Sanpete people, their thinking, doing, enjoyment—in fact their lives. 

The Saga of the Sanpitch has come full circle with a quarter century of publications. Linnie Findlay is again the chairman of Volume 25 of the Saga of the Sanpitch. Her work with the Saga spans 23 years. Appreciation is due to all the many contributors who have entered this contest over the years. They have done a great service to future generations. 

Having a complete set of these volumes makes for a collector's item. Long live the Saga of the Sanpitch!

Sunday, January 29, 2023

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Thursday, January 26, 2023

Mt. Pleasant's Doughboy


A few months ago I posted new information about Mt. Pleasant's Doughboy Statue.  We had a fellow come into the Relic Home and asked what we could tell him about the doughboy.  He also told us that a doughboy statue replica was sometimes given to the families of those who were killed in WWI.  I told him that I believed we had one in our own basement.  

Jacob Hafen was a brother to Wilford Hafen, Peter's Grandfather.  







































Sure enough  !!!

The next photo is the doughboy found on the internet and more information can be had at:  https://emvarchive.weebly.com/doughboy-sales-brochure.html 

If you look real close, you can see that the left arm and hand are missing and also the rifle.  










The instruction sheet describes a serious design flaw in the piece: The left hand and rifle were cast as a separate unit with a lug projecting off the wrist, which had to be glued into a hole in the left sleeve. Since there was no "Super-Glue" back in those days, the rifle often would fall out and get lost or broken.  

 Our doughboy was probably given to the Hafen family because of Jacob Hafen who died while serving  in WWI


 


"Doughboy"is an informal term for a member of the United States Army or Marine Corps. Today it is especially used to refer to members of the American Expeditionary Forces in World War I. (A popular mass-produced sculpture of the 1920s, the Spirit of the American Doughboy,   
Courtesy of Wikipedia 



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The following comes from History of Mt. Pleasant.










































World War

When the United States entered the World War, the people of Mt. Pleasant loyally responded to every call, and made a record of which it may well be proud. One hundred and eighteen boys enlisted from Mt. Pleasant, and a number of Mt. Pleasant's sons enlisted from other communities. As the boys, one by one or in groups, boarded the train, great crowds, although sad at heart, cheered them as they left for the front. Three of the number died in service. Ralph Braby, while in California, drowned, Jacob Hafen died of disease, and Henry Merville Zabriskie was killed in action, overseas.

The Sanpete County Council of Defense was organized as follows: J. W. Cherry, chairman; Burke McArthur, secretary; Ed. Johnston, treasurer; Committee chairmen, Finance, N. S. Niel­sen; Publicity,  Burke McArthur; Legal, J. W. Cherry; Sanitation and Medicine, Ed. Johnston; Food supply and conservation, L. R. Anderson; Industrial survey, Orlando Bradley; Labor, Christian Willardsen; Military affairs, J. Morgan Johnson; State protection, H. R. Thomas; Survey of manpower, L. P. Brady; Woman's work, Mrs. G. W. Martin.

In June 1918, there were deposited in the Mt. Pleasant Com­mercial and Savings Bank, by Mr. N. S. Nielsen, county chairman of finance, to the credit of W. G. McAdoo, treasurer of the Nation­al American Red Cross, seven thousand five hundred dollars.



The citizens went over the top in the various other drives conducted. Liberty bonds, postal savings, Soldier's Welfare Re­lief, Christmas boxes, tobacco, conservation of food, etc.

Local committees were organized, among them the local Red Cross. The officers of this organization visited the neighboring cities, Fairview, Fountain Green, Moroni, Wales, Chester, and Spring City, and in cooperation with them, purchased material and sewed articles called for. There were checked out something over $3.000, which had been obtained by weekly canvasses made by wo­men and girls, and by other volunteer donations other than the National drives. Mt. Pleasant headquarters were established at about 122 West Main, where the women, some representing differ­ent organizations, met and did sewing, etc., required. Many ship­ments of goods were made. The officers at this time were: C. L. Johns, president; Mrs. Grace Madsen and Miss Irene Nielsen, vice presidents; Miss Hilda Madsen, secretary and treasurer.



Mt. Pleasant History (1939) pp 199-200 by Hilda Madsen Longsdorf






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The original location of the Dough Boy was right in the center of the intersection of State Street and Main Street.





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 Honoring all soldiers in all wars .

"To Honor Those Who Left Our Midst To Fight For Freedom" 

In 2008 the "old armory" now recreation center  was given the artist touch with Soldiers from all wars painted on the south exterior wall. 

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Wednesday, January 25, 2023

Mt. Pleasant Relic Home ~~~ A Family Research Center

 

The above picture is an example of the many Hamilton Elementary School Photos available at the Mt. Pleasant Relic Home

 
  The Mt. Pleasant Relic Home has become one of the best family research facilities in our area. Resources such as original pedigree charts, school photos, Mt. Pleasant Pyramids, cemetery records and personal histories are available there.

Tudy Barentsen Standlee has organized the photos, histories, and other resources in such a way that anyone can locate their family records in minutes. A copy machine is located on-site for those wishing to copy these records. Kathy Hafen has put together a web page (mtpleasantpioneer.blogspot.com) featuring photos, histories, and events.

The Relic Home and Blacksmith Shop volunteers encourage and welcome groups such as family reunions, class reunions, scouts, D.U.P., and S.U.P. as well as school groups.  We are located at 150 South State Street. Visits are free to the public and donations are very much appreciated. 

Monday, January 23, 2023

These Works Are Now in the Public Domain

These Works Are Now in the Public Domain



The latest additions are a rich trove of books, films, songs, and other works from 1927


Wings

The silent film, directed by William A. Wellman, follows two fighter pilots who serve in World War I and fight over a woman named Sylvia Lewis. It’s famous for its pioneering action cinematography—particularly a long dolly shot through a crowd that inspired a scene in Star Wars: The Last Jedi—and for winning the very first Academy Award for best picture. (The Jazz Singer was deemed ineligible for the category and given special recognition, as putting a “talkie” against silent films was thought of as unfair to the competition.) The ceremony, held in 1929, had practically none of the pomp and circumstance inherent in today’s Oscars, when presenters suspensefully open an envelope with the phrase, “And the winner is…” At the 1929 ceremony, per the New York Times, the winners had already been announced in print several months earlier. Announcing the winners took just 15 minutes, and the rest of the night was filled with merriment and dancing.


The Jazz Singer


One of the most seminal pictures in film history, The Jazz Singer marked the end of the silent film era and the rise of the “talkies.” Directed by Alan Crosland, it’s the first feature-length film with synchronized dialogue, and it features six songs performed by its star, Al Jolson. It is, fittingly, a story about the push-pull between tradition and modernization: A Jewish cantor in Manhattan hopes his 13-year-old son will follow in his shoes, but he is shocked to find the boy more interested in singing jazz. Jolson notoriously sings the climactic final number in blackface, a performance he always insisted “symbolized his identification with African American suffering and music,” per Jewish Currents.


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Sunday, January 22, 2023

Life Sketch of Frederraka Jensen Brotherson

 


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.