HOME OF BENT RICHARD HANSEN AND WIFE MARY ELLEN ALLEN

 

 

This home history may need to be updated.

 

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.             

              

Home of Bent Richard Hansen and his wife Mary Ellen Allen ~~~ Researched and Compiled by Tudy Barentsen Standlee

This home history may need to be updated.

 

Home of Rasmus J. Frandsen and his wife Christina Larsen ~~~ Researched and Compiled by Tudy Barentsen Standlee

Obituary Files from the 60s ~ Brewer, Burnside, Beck, Burton, Bell

Obituaries from our Obituary File

Emaline Tidwell Phipps

Home of Peter Madsen Jensen and wife Ann America Truly ~ Researched and Compiled by Tudy Barentsen Standlee

Who was Pete Poker?  (The Candy Man)
http://mtpleasantpioneer.blogspot.com/2010_05_08_archive.html

Obituaries of Note

History of Mary Catherine Barton Ivie

Find a Grave:
http://www.findagrave.com/cgi-bin/fg.cgi?page=gr&GRid=140201

http://mtpleasantpioneer.blogspot.com/2009/09/john-l-ivie.html

Excerpts taken from "“Indians Depredation in Utah” By Peter Gottfredson.

Col. John Levi Ivie of Mt. Pleasant, Utah was the son of James Russell Ivie. He fought in seven battles with Indians and lead three of them. Under General Warren S. Snow who took command of the Sanpete Militia July 15. With a hundred men under him he was after the Indians responsible for a double murder of two men. They wanted to head off the hostile Indians in the mountains of Fish Lake. They founds many Indians hiding in the cedars. Col. Ivie’s company were on outskirts of the Grove and did not see many Indians that after the fight some of his men wanted to go back and look for dead Indians and guns but the Col. said, “No, let the squaws go and hunt up their papooses.” The Ivie’s company drew off.

INDIAN GRATITUDE: The following is an incident as related by Col. John L. Ivie, to his son James Oscar Ivie. During the Indian troubles in the 60's the Indians had stolen some cattle and drove them up North Creek Canyon, between Fairview and Mount Pleasant. Father John L. Ivie and his company of minute men were in pursuit, and going up the mountain they gathered up several head of cattle which had been left along the trail, on account of not keeping up with the herd, and up among the timber was discovered an Indian covered with leaves, he was sick, and not able to travel with the rest. Some of the boys wanted to kill him, but father said, “No, we will not shed blood unless it is necessary.” So they left him and went in pursuit of the Indians and the stock until nearly night, when it was decided to give up the chase and return home, taking back what stock they had. On their return they came across the sick Indian up against a tree smoking a pipe. The men still wanted to kill him, but father wouldn’t let them.

Some time after that father and two other men were standing guard over some stock in the North Fort of Mt. Pleasant, they would frequently meet and report to each other during the night. They had got together at the north side of the fort, when they saw and heard the cattle getting up from their bed ground and moving away from what they thought might be a Indian crawling among them. The cattle kept getting nearer and nearer to where the men stood. When father spoke up to the other and said that they must be close by. After that the cattle started moving as if some thing among them was going away from them. When morning came nothing had been molested.

In the beginning of the 70's, after peace had been restored, an old Indian and his family came to our house and spent a day or two. He told father of the accurance at the fort explaining that he and five Indians were there that occasion and had their guns lying across a cow ready to shoot the three men, when they heard father speak and say, “They must be close by.” He knew father’s voice and would not let the other shoot at father. Father had saved his life on the mountain when he was sick. In appreciation he had now saved father’s life.

By James Oscar Ivie

Hyrum Vernile Shelley Autobiography .....continued......Taken from History of Mountainville ~ Compiled by Melba Shelley Hill

William Levi Shelley ~ taken from History of Mountainville compiled by Melba Shelley Hill

Mountainville Tragedies ~ from History of Mountainville compiled by Melba Shelley Hill

             

              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.

Mountainville History (part ten) Compiled by Melba Shelley Hill

Mountainville History (part five) Compiled by Melba Shelley Hill

Spens Family

Bells of Town ~ Pearl Madsen Olsen

There is a bell,

the high one over the schoolhouse

droning long and lazily

to tell the clocks in town. 

It puts each day to bed at nine o'clock

and often charges air with brisk alarm,

calling anxious men to fight a fire

or seek a straying child -- lost

and sometimes fallen into water.

I am awed by a bell in the steeple

over the meeting-house, and await

it's deep, religious voice

reminding me to worship.

Keeping time like metronomes --

thick and heavy as necks they fall from

are the bell tones drawing near

as cows amble home from pasture,

and fretful trebles of swinging pendants

tinkle higher when bleating ewes

search for wandering lambs.

Bells, bells of my town,

You sound the silence left by time.

Pearl Madsen Olsen