Showing posts with label Bottoms. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Bottoms. Show all posts

Wednesday, February 12, 2025

BORN IN 1897~~~~Sharon B. Stauffer Honorable Mention Non Professional Personal Recollection ~~~~Saga of the Sanpitch



 
 It's hard to believe all of the changes that took place in a person’s life when they were born in 1897 and lived 90 years. Before my mother, Nora Velma Tidwell Brotherson (Velma), died shortly after her 90th birthday, she could vividly recall the changes she had experienced in her life.

 These were hard for me to believe. To mention a few: airline jets, spaceships, radio, television, and computers. As a young girl growing up in Mt. Pleasant in the early 1900’s, did she even dream of such wonders?

 Velma was born on March 31, 1897. She was the fifth of nine children born to Jonathan Harvey Tidwell (Harv) and Antomina Oman Tidwell (Mina). Her first home was a log cabin at “The Bottoms” (a settlement along the Sanpitch River between Mt. Pleasant and Moroni).

 Her father farmed forty acres of land there. Her memories of the Bottoms were the meadowlarks, the spring where they got their water, and the good bull berries that her mother used to make jam and dumplings. 

After the family moved to Mt. Pleasant, she liked to go with her father to the Bottoms to haul hay and take care of the land. 

Her first home in Mt. Pleasant was a two-room log house one block west of the highway and a block north of the ballpark. As a child, she would herd cows outside the park and loved to run the fences around the park. 

At home, her job was picking potatoes, tromping hay, and carrying water. Velma would go with her father to the old Zabriskie farm all day and tromp hay.     forty acres of land there. Her memories of the Bottoms were the meadowlarks, the spring where they got their water, and the good bull berries that her mother used to make jam and dumplings. After the family moved to Mt. Pleasant, she liked to go with her father to the Bottoms to haul hay and take care of the land. Her first home in Mt. Pleasant was a two-room log house one block west of the highway and a block north of the ballpark. As a child, she would herd cows outside the park and loved to run the fences around the park. At home, her job was picking potatoes, tromp hay, and carrying water. Velma would go with her father to the old Zabriskie farm all day and tromp hay.  When we got back, you couldn't tell who we were.

 

Life is not easy, and Velma had her share of struggles and hardships, but she had developed many character qualities that made her a survivor. She attributed some of these to her parents and her pioneer heritage. She always spoke of her parents and grandparents with honor and respect. Her father, Jonathan Harvey Tidwell, was a farmer. He had to sacrifice and work very hard for his family. Her mother, Antomina Oman Tidwell, sold eggs for $.15 a dozen, butter for $.15 a pound and chickens for $.30 a piece to the Old Oman Hotel in Mt. Pleasant.

 Antonina was a very good seamstress. She sewed all her children's clothes, sewed for other people, and made beautiful quilts.  

Her grandfather, James Harvey Tidwell, eldest son of John and James Smith Tidwell, was a very young man who crossed the plains, driving a team of oxen for a widow and her family. He also assisted other pioneers to reach the Salt Lake Valley. He came to Utah in 1851. He came to Mt. Pleasant in June of 1859 and helped settle that community.

Her grandfather, Aaron Gustave Oman, came from Sweden and arrived in Mt. Pleasant in October 1861. He was a drummer in the first big brass band in Mt. Pleasant, the John Hasler Band. He was also a sawyer in charge of the phases of construction of the Manti Temple, and he devoted much time and effort to this position.


Velma's children and grandchildren always enjoyed her stories of growing up in Mt. Pleasant.

Velma Tidwell Brotherson died in Salt Lake City, Utah, on July18, 1987, and is buried in
 Salt Lake City, Utah.

 

~Taken from the personal history of Velma Tidwell Brotherson
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Family History of Gordon and Sharon Stauffer" - Written by Sharon 1978

 

Sharon Brotherson Stauffer
 

I was born in Mt. Pleasant, Utah February 9, 1928. My parents were Nora Velma Tidwell Brotherson and Vernon Hamlet Brotherson. My childhood was spent in Mt. Pleasant, Utah. Here I attended the Hamilton Grade School and North Sanpete Junior High. My mother, my two sisters, and I moved to Salt Lake the summer of 1942. We lived in an apartment on Second East between Second and Third South. I attended Horace Mann Junior High and worked at Holy Cross Hospital. We later moved to a duplex at 758 Browning Avenue and I attended South High School. We then moved to 1453 South Seventh East in 1945 and after graduation from South High School I went to work at the Telephone Company in the accounting department.

On May 17, 1957  I was married to Gordon Ray Stauffer in the Salt Lake Temple. Our first home was at 13th South Ninth East. We moved into our home at 3611 Carolyn Street in October of 1957 and have lived here for twenty years.

Gordon has worked as a plasterer for over thirty years and has worked on many commercial buildings, schools, and temples in Utah and surrounding states. He recently worked eight months on the remodeling of the St. George Temple. He personally did a lot of the ornamental plastering and finish plastering on the inside and outside stucco on this temple. He is now working on the remodeling of the Logan Temple. He is doing the ornamental and finish work in the sealing rooms, celestial room, and other areas throughout the temple.

Our family has been blessed with five children.

We have lived in the Grant 12th Ward, Grant Stake for twenty years and enjoyed the many activities and positions we have held in this ward. Gordon has served as Elders Quorum President, 1st and 2nd Counselor in the Bishopric, Adult Aaronic Leader, and Scout Master.

I have served many years as teacher, coordinator, and chorister in Sunday School and Primary. I have sung in the ward choir for many years.

The activities I remember the most are the camping and vacation trips we have shared together. The fall season is eagerly awaited as the boys are all enthusiastic duck hunters, especially Kyle. Other sports they participate in are wrestling, tennis, and church baseball and basketball. Russell's favorite sport is skiing. Nora and Kathleen each are studying dancing and gymnastics.

A choice blessing came to our family on July 9, 1977. Our son, Clinton, left to serve as a missionary in the Texas Dallas Mission and is now serving in Eastland, Texas which is in the Fort Worth area.

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Saturday, April 1, 2023

Andrew Johansen and Annie Monsen Johansen ~~~ Pioneers of the Month ~~~ April 2023






Andrew and Anna 


Andrew Johansen's life story in The Niels Johansen Family Record Book, compiled by Gayle Hayward Bailey, November 1968. Story submitted by Beverly Johansen Edvalson.



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Andrew Johansen, the fifth son and seventh child of Niels and Ane Andersen Johansen, was born on 26 November 1870 at "The Bottoms," an area located a little west of Mt. Pleasant, Sanpete, Utah. His father lived the then-prevailing church law of polygamy and had two sisters, Ane and Andersina Andersen for his wives. Ane, Andrew's mother, lived on a farm at the Bottoms while Andersine (or Sena) and her children lived in Mt. Pleasant. Andrew did not receive too much early schooling perhaps because of the distance to school or perhaps because he was needed to help on the farm. Although he was the fifth son, two boys had died while very young, and the oldest (Joseph) had married when Andrew was only seven years old; this left just Andrew and John to help on the farm and assume responsibilities when their father was not at home. When Andrew was fifteen his mother died. She left her husband and a family of six living children.. Living just a few miles north of Niels Johansen's farm was another Danish convert and his family. Mons and Maren Katherine Pallesen (Jensen) Monsen had come from Denmark in 1879. Their oldest child, Annie, along with one brother had been born in Denmark. (The Monsens later had five additional children.) Andrew began "courting" Annie Monsen--taking her horseback riding, to the local dances and to church parties. Two days before Andrew's twenty-first birthday they went to the Manti Temple to be married. After their marriage, Andrew and Annie purchased a farm on the Bottoms, but later acquired a home in Mt. Pleasant. In addition to farming, Andrew spent some time during their early married life herding sheep in Scipio. They lived in Mt. Pleasant for seventeen years and during this time Annie gave birth to six children: Fredrick Leo 10 February 1893; Andrew Orange 2 April 1896; Vienna 4 November 1899; Arda May 5 April 1901; Mons Neldon 1 April 1904; Ada Arvinna 2 January 1907. Two of the girls, Vienna and Arda May, passed away during this period and are buried in Mt. Pleasant. Vienna was just a little over four months old when she died of whooping cough and Arda May had heart trouble and passed away at the age of three. In 1908 they heard of some land in the Uintah Basin that could be obtained if a person made the proper filing and then homesteaded it, continuing the necessary improvements. Andrew and his brother-in-law, Will Oman, (married to Andrew's younger sister, Annie) decided to investigate and they later filed on some land in Boneta, a community fifteen miles north of Duchesne, the county seat of Duchesne County. The two men left in the late winter or early spring for Boneta and built homes for their families. In April they returned to Mt. Pleasant for their families and traveled to Colton and thence to the "Basin." Their first home in Boneta was a one-room log cabin with a sod roof, dirt floor, and no windows. (It was located under the hill from their later large family home.) Conditions were very similar to those of the early pioneers of Salt Lake Valley. Sagebrush had to be burned and land cleared before any planting could be done. Some other settlers from Sanpete also joined them at about the same time. There was no water so they had to haul it in. In the winter they melted snow. Then the men all went up to the Lake Fork River and made a canal. Even with the canal and new ditches, many areas were quite a distance from water and still had to haul it to their homes. Because of Indian treaties, Indians had priority on water rights and the settlers worked hard with their crops and meager water privileges. However, the Lord was sure with them and while Andrew didn't become a rich man of gold or silver, he did raise a posterity to honor his name. During this hard period of homesteading, there were few, if any, serious illnesses in his family. (Among his posterity three descendants are named after him: Andrew Orange Johansen, a son; Donald Andrew Johansen, a grandson; and Donald Andrew Johansen, Jr., a great-grandson.) In 1911, Annie returned to Mt. Pleasant for the winter to await the birth of their seventh child. Leo had stayed in Boneta with his father and the other children accompanied their mother. On 25 February 1911 their last child, Mary Catherine, was born. They first had a school in Boneta which also served as the church meeting place; later a chapel was built. At this time Andrew built a "townhouse" near the church and school for winter living and in the spring and summer, they moved to their farmhouse under the hill. Finally about eight or ten years after they had arrived in Boneta, they built a lovely four-room ranch house on a flat overlooking the surrounding area, and it was here Andrew spent the remaining years of his life. Annie's brother, Orson Monsen's wife died in 1925 after giving birth to a baby boy. Andrew and Annie took the baby, Frank Monsen, into their home and loved and raised him as their own. Andrew and Annie sent one son, Andrew Orange, on a mission and helped their other children in establishing their own homes. Andrew was generous with what he had although he was very quiet. The following obituary was published at the time of his death: "Andrew Johansen, 68, one of Bonet'a earliest settlers, died suddenly at his home Sunday, July 23, 1939, at 4:15 P.M. ...Mr. Johansen had been suffering for several months from a serious heart ailment, but though he and his family had been warned his condition was serious, it was not expected that the end would come so soon. Sunday morning his son, Andrew Orange Johansen, of Logan, had arrived at the home and had suggested that his father and mother accompany him to Logan for a visit. Mr. Johansen seemed in good spirits and health as he prepared for the journey and all the members of his family were present to bid him goodbye as he left the house and entered his son's car. The car, with orange and his mother in the front seat and Mr. Johansen in the rear, had hardly traveled 100 yards when Mr. Johansen made some strange sounds that attracted his son's attention, and before the car could be brought to a halt he toppled over in the seat. Death apparently came almost instantly and the goodbyes Mr. Johansen had just given his family served as a goodbye for all time... Although a staunch L.D.S., Mr. Johansen never made any effort to push into the limelight in church work or otherwise. he was known by all his neighbors and friends as a quiet man with little to say, but one who was always a good neighbor, ready and willing to take the share of all responsibilities and cares. he was loved and respected by the entire community." Andrew's appearance was one of premature aging almost certainly coming from the hard pioneering work on his farm in Boneta. he carried the same appearance for years and never seemed to age any further than the first time you met him. He was a quiet hard-working man who never complained or spoke ill of anyone. His visits were always a treat to the grandchildren, and on one such visit, they brought a beautiful Christmas baby doll to their granddaughter, which she still treasures and holds dear. Andrew today (1968) has a posterity of 83; these and many other people will remember and hold dear the memory of Andrew Johansen. Story submitted by Beverly Johansen Edvalson. (Beverly originally began compiling the Niels Johansen Family Record, then asked if I would take over. She deserves our thanks for her foresight.)


HISTORY OF ANNIE MONSEN JOHANSEN by Beverly Edvalson

Annie Monsen Johansen was born Feb. 10, 1873 in Denmark. Her parents Mons Monsen and Maren Catherine Pallesen. They joined the Mormon Church in Denmark and the persecution was so great, even from their own family members for joining the church, that they went to the extent of not allowing Mons in their home. Mons and his wife and two children joined a group of Mormons who were coming to Utah. Mons earned enough money to bring his family to Utah by fishing and selling the fish and also by selling rags. They sold their home in Denmark to some people who exposed them to the measles, and while crossing the North Sea, Annie was so sick with the measles she didn't see any of the sea. (She was then five and a half years old.) Her mother and brother were, also, sick with measles while they were crossing the Atlantic. When they arrived in New York they boarded a train that would take them to Zion. Of this train trip Annie recalls that she had a big head of curly blond hair and on this trip, her father cut all of her curls off. One day the train stopped right in the middle of a desert. Everyone got off the train and there they were in "Zion." The train had run to the end of the track and now was starting back on the return run. The Monsen family was in York, Juab County, Utah. The family was left at this desolate desert station with no houses in sight. There were freighters hauling provisions to Pioche, Nevada, and brought back ore from the mines to this little station to be loaded on the train. They took immigrants to Sanpete County. So they loaded the Monsen family with their baggage into the wagons and took them to Moroni, Sanpete County, Utah. They arrived in Moroni on July 23, 1879. The family was taken to the home of Bishop John Irons. A group of men was sitting on the porch. Among them was a rich farmer by the name of Christian Jensen, who had just taken up a homestead three miles from Moroni. He took a fancy to Mons Monsen and hired him immediately to live on his land. Not too long after this, her father bought twenty acres of land for himself. On these 20 acres when they first went to live, there was only a one-room dirt roof log cabin. There was a fireplace and a back skillet, but no furniture. The mother had never cooked on a fireplace and she didn't know how to begin. She had practically nothing to work with, and she could speak no English. It was hard to begin this new life in a strange country in this way. The children would sit around the homemade chest which they had brought from Denmark to pack their belongings in. This chest served not only as a table but also in other capacities, as it was their only article of furniture. Someone gave the Monsens a cow that was nearly dry. They stripped her so persistently, that she came back to her milk, and they not only had a little milk but could also make a pat of butter once in a while. Some ladies gave Mrs. Monsen a few hens and when they laid eggs a few were kept for sale. Finally, there was enough "egg money" to buy two plain chairs. The parents walked three miles to town, each happily carrying home a chair. On Feb. 6, 1879, a new little boy was born into their family. They named him Mons after his father, but he lived only three years when he died of pneumonia. When he died, Annie's mother grieved greatly and then her health went bad. However, she had four more children, Orson who was born April 12, 1883, Boone Dec. 24, 1884, Gibbs Aug. 5, 1886, and Elvira Dec. 12, 1889. When the family had landed at York, the Black Hawk Indian War was just over and when they arrived at Moroni they all lived in horror of the Indians. One day Annie heard the dog barking, and she went to the door to see why and there was an Indian beating the dog with a quilt. When the Indian saw her, he came to the house and wanted biscuits and other food. Annie's mother gave the Indians some food, but Annie and Rasmus wanted their mother to give the old Indian everything they had in the house, so he wouldn't hurt them. The Indian told them his name was "Green Blanket." Her family lived too far for Annie to walk back and forth to school, so she stayed in Moroni with the Ebbisons and went to school. Later she went to school in Centerville, a small place between Mt. Pleasant and Moroni. It was here that she met Andrew Johansen, the man that she later married. The couple would often go horseback riding, which was the main sport of young people in those days. Andrew would sit on the front of the horse, with Annie riding sideways behind him. Andrew and Annie were married in the Manti Temple on Nov. 25, 1891. They went in a wagon the day before and camped on the temple grounds the night before they were married. Other couples were also there that night, and the girls slept in the wagons, while their husbands slept the night on the ground. After their marriage, the couple bought a farm between Moroni and Mt. Pleasant. Here their two oldest sons were born. Leo Frederick was born on Feb. 10, 1893, and Andrew Orange on April 2, 1896. They then moved into Mt. Pleasant and four other children were born while they lived there. Arda May was born on April 5, 1901, in Vienna Nov. 4, 1900, these two girls died in childhood, Mons Neldon on April 1, 1904, and Ada Arvina, on Jan. 2, 1907. Shortly after the birth of Ada, the family heard they could get all the water they wanted for their land and they could get a farm merely by homesteading it in the Uintah Basin. As the water was scarce for farming in Mt. Pleasant, this family, along with others, decided to move to this land of what they thought would be a good opportunity. Boneta was a word meaning "Beautiful" so they thought, here indeed would be a good place to raise their family. Andrew Johansen went to Heber City and filed on some land at Boneta as did his brother-in-law, Will Oman. The men went and built a house, and in April the women got on a train to Colton and here their husbands were to meet them with wagons to take them to their new homes. They had been cautioned by their husbands not to bring too many things, but the women found it hard to discard things that they felt they would really need. When the husbands began to load the things into the wagons from the train, they knew they were in trouble. Their loads were far too heavy. It was a hard trip for both horses and humans. Coming up Willow Creek the company had a hard time. Everyone had to walk. The women carried the young children and at times helped push the wagons. The men and bigger children pushed the wagons to help the tired horses. There was snow still on the ground in places. It was a cold miserable trip for all. When they reached the head of Indian Canyon, the sun came out. They then moved along rapidly and easily. The women and children got on the wagons. Annie recalls they all sat on the back of the wagon on a flour bin and took their wet shoes and stockings off and warmed their feet in the sunshine as they road along. When they reached the swollen Strawberry River, they had more trouble. They had to ford the river. Andrew had a team and an extra horse called "Molly". He thought it best to let Molly loose and let her follow the wagon across. The swift stream carried old Molly downstream a long way. The children cried and just knew Molly would drown. No one really thought she would be saved as she had the harnesses on. However, she was washed against a clump of bushes and managed to climb up the slippery bank safe and sound. Going up the Big Hollow from Duchesne to Boneta, they had a dreadful time. The roads were mere Indian trails and they were wet and slippery. They had another hard time with it but finally made it. The men had provided dirt-roofed log cabins, but building materials were scarce and they lived in this original log house for seven months without any windows, and nine months without a floor or doors. The dream of having plenty of water for irrigation purposes did not come true. The water rights had been given to the Indians for their farms, times were hard and people left Boneta in discouragement. The Johansens stayed on, and after many hardships did achieve some success in this wilderness. In the winter of 1911, Annie took the children and returned to their home in Mt. Pleasant where the children could go to school. Here their last child, Mary Catherine, was born on Feb. 25, 1911. In the spring the family returned to Boneta and stayed until the death of Andrew in 1939. At this time, Annie sold the farm to their son, Mons Neldon Johansen, and bought her a small house in Duchesne. Here she lived with Frank Monsen, her brother's son, whom she and her husband adopted when his mother died in 1925. Annie died July 17, 1950, in her home in Duchesne. She was buried next to her husband in the Mt. Pleasant, Sanpete County, Utah cemetery. She had many friends and enjoyed visiting very much. She was a gentlewoman and during the time I knew her, seldom saw her angered. She enjoyed crocheting pretty things for her home and for others. She was a good seamstress and quick with a needle. Her home was always immaculate and she liked fancy things to decorate it with. Annie was a good cook and I will always remember her "Frickadillies, Danish Dumplings, and Lumpy Dick." She was happiest when she was doing for others. And I remember on her visits to our home after Andrew died, she would always like to help mother with the darning of stockings or making aprons. Annie was very neat and immaculate in her personal appearance, and as I remember, always kept her beautiful grey hair neat and pretty. She would always "dress up" even if it was just to the corner grocery store she was going. She liked pretty jewelry and these complimenting her nice clothes made her a lovely picture. [Memories of Moon Lake, Boneta, Mountain Home, and Talmage Wards (1975), p. 154-156—Scanned to Family Search: https://www.familysearch.org/library/books/viewer/40286/?offset=0#page=161&viewer=picture&o=download&n=0&q= (p. 161)]


Tuesday, October 18, 2022

The Bottoms ~~~ Also an Autobiography of Reath Ina Brothersen Draper

 

There are many references in the Mt. Pleasant History by Hilda Madsen Longsdorf of another community between Mt. Pleasant and Moroni called "the Bottoms", sometimes called "Meadow".Many years later the school was taken off its foundation and drug west to use as a chicken coop, or so as we have been told.


On Mt. Pleasant Pioneer Day in March, my brother-in-law, Donald Hafen said he could lead us to the area where the old "Bottoms  School" had sat.  Supposedly when Peter, Donald and their dad would go hunting pheasants 50 to 75 years ago, Neil, their dad, showed them the old foundation where the school had sat. 


Peter and I had looked for it 18 months ago, and never could find the place.  We were relying on Donald to show us just exactly where it stood.  But just like 18 months ago, the illusive foundation was not to be found.  


However, you may enjoy the following pictures that were taken just last month in search of the old "Bottoms School House".













The lowly thistle

We know many young men who have been put through college by working this river bottoms area during their summers, trying to eradicate this "lowly thistle"


Four Generations
Inger Christensen (Mother of Johanna)
Johanna Johansen ( Mother of Amasena)
Amasena Johansen (daughter of Johanna)
Reith ( daughter of Amasena who  married
Francis Brotherson 



AUTOBIOGRAPHY OF REATH INA BROTHERSEN DRAPER


I was born on the 4th of July 1905 to Francis and Amsena Johansen Brothersen in

Mount Pleasant. Being born on a national holiday was not appreciated by me as a child

since I could never have a birthday party on my birthday. I was the eldest of eleven

children. Four brothers followed me and I began to wonder if I was going to have a sister.

I had a cousin, Etta, hardly a year younger than me and she was envious of me when my

First sister was born. she never did have a sister; however she is the mother of five lovely

daughters.




My first recollection is of living in the red brick home between Amasa Ericksen's and

Claus Anderson's. My parents planned to build on to that house and made a foundation of

cement at the back of the house. However, it was never completed as they bought an

adobe home a half block north and later built a new

bungalow home on the southeast corner of that lot. It is a very choice location and the

house still stands, three blocks south of Main Street and three blocks west of the South

Ward Church which is on State Street.




I remember very distinctly when the new home was built and even helped haul some of

the rocks to put in the foundation and also in the east porch. We lived in the adobe home

until the new home was partly finished; since the new home was being lined with the

adobes of the adobe house we moved into the basement of the new home so the rest of

the adobe house could be torn down. It was a bit rugged for a time until the second layer

of flooring was on for dirt would sift down through; so we nailed a quilt on the ceiling over

the table to keep it clean. How wonderful it was to move upstairs and have everything new

and beautiful. There were cabinets in the kitchen, a buffet cupboard and a fireplace in the

living room. Also there was a bathroom and this was the first time for that as there were

very few homes in those days that had bathrooms. Eva was the baby then and she took

her first steps an the new kitchen floor and if I remember correctly our first meal was

Thanksgiving dinner.




My paternal grandfather died five years before I was born but Grandmother Brothersen

lived to be 80 years old. I remember she took her first airplane ride when she was 75

years old. She also made an ocean voyage back to her native land of Denmark and brought

each grandchild back a gift; mine was a small red purse.




One of my happiest childhood memories is of the" vacations I would spend with

Grandfather and Grandmother Johansen at their farm "The Bottoms" south and west of Mt.

Pleasant and just 3/4 mile east of the old Moroni Mill. Often my cousin Etta and I would

go together with them. We traveled in a buggy with a horse called Queen to pull it. I would

sit on the floor in front, which was anything but comfortable, but I never minded that. We

helped Grandmother tend the chickens, turkeys, ducks, geese and sometimes lambs and

calves. We were afraid of the ganders for they would chase us. Later when the sugar

factory was built at Moroni grandfather and some of his neighbors raised sugar beets. Etta

and I thinned beets as Grandmother blocked them ahead of us. Sometimes she would

have a headache and would take Bromo Seltzer when she came to the end of the row. Etta

and I told her once that we would like to have parasols. She remembered that two of her

girls had parasols and told us to ask them to sell them to us, which they did. The first

time we used them was on the 4th of July and we were so proud of them as we went to the

celebration in the Pavilion" as it was called.




While visiting at the "Bottoms" Grandma took me to the home of John Johansen. John

was Grandpa's brother and the home had a dirt floor, the only home I ever saw that had

no floor.




On the farm bullberries grew along the ditch bank and we would pick the berries for

Grandma. It was quite a trick to pick them without being pricked by the sharp needles

growing on them but the delicious dumplings Grandma made from them were worth the

effort. We would pour milk (flavored with sugar and nutmeg) over them, or a cooked

sauce. I wonder where they originated from? I have never seen any anywhere else and now

since the new underground pipeline was installed those bushes have died.




Etta and I picked many wild flowers. There have never been as many since, probably

because with us picking so many there was no chance for survival. The old school house

our parents had attended was on top of the hill, less than a block east of the farm house.

We liked to go in and read the names on the wall, to see if perchance our parents' names

might be there. The school teacher boarded and lived at the farmhouses, so naturally the

children of the family she was staying with were naturally on their best behavior in the

class room. Their teacher was Fannie Miles.




We carried many buckets of water up the hill to the house from the spring for

Grandma, the coldest and best water in the world.




I attended school the first half year in the old "Simpson School House" as it was called,

but they transferred us to what is now North Sanpete High School, which was 8 1/2 blocks

to walk. I attended Mt. Pleasant Elementary School and two of my Teachers were Flossie

Staker and Ida Larsen. When the bell rang we would form lines three abreast and march

to music to our classroom. I went through high school and Seminary and then Brigham

Young University. I worked at many different jobs such as taking the sensus, telephone

operator, clerk in the Progress Mercantile and Sanpete Co-op stores. While going to school

I thinned beets in the spring when school let out and topped and loaded them in the fall

during fall vacation. My Church positions were Sunday School and Primary teacher,

Primary secretary. Our church was the South Ward Chapel with two flights of stairs to

climb to the main part. The building burned down years later; however, the memories

linger.




My girlfriend, Arla Simpson, and I were married on the same day in the Manti Temple.

We flipped a coin to see who was to have their reception that night; she had hers and mine

was the following evening. It was the custom then to have wedding suppers; our wedding

day was June 19, 1929.




We moved to Garfield after we were married. There we rented a home and planted a

lawn and flowers. Our first child, Ruth Carol, was born August 31, 1930 in Salt Lake City.

The Relief Society asked me to be the Social Science class leader shortly after and that

began my career in Relief Society. When they shut down the smelter less then three years

later we moved to Moroni and have lived here since. At that time Orlando's Dad was

getting up in years and needed someone to take over the farm. There was electricity but

no running water, just a hand-operated pump. Joyce Arlene was born about three years

after Carol, on June 7, 1933, and Darlene Lillian was barn July 15, 1936. We didn't have

any more children until 8 years later, October 24, 1944, we were blessed with a beautiful

baby with dark hair and blue eyes (of course). We were all so happy to get her; we named

her Voneal.




Carol was married October 23, 1953, the day before Voneal's ninth birthday. We had a

reception that evening In the Moroni church, with Joseph Revill as master of ceremonies

for the program. Darlene made Carol's wedding dress of white satin. She had a beautiful

veil of illusion with a crown of pearls. Ray was in his Navy uniform.

Joyce, Darlene and Voneal each received scholarships to Snow College and all graduated,

Voneal with honers.




Joyce started teaching school in Preston, Idaho after she graduated from Snow. In

Preston she met William D. Pond of Lewiston, Utah; they were married June 7, 1954 in the

Manti Temple. We had a reception that evening in our new Moroni Chapel.

Darlene put herself through the University of Utah, graduating with a Bachelor's Degree

in Education. She taught school in Mink Creek, Idaho one year, also a year in Dugway,

Utah before she went to California to teach. There she met her future husband, Bud E.

Welker. Darlene was married in the Manti Temple July 23, 1963 and her reception was held

after they returned from their honeymoon in Idaho.




Voneal graduated from BYU with honors in August, 1968. She fulfilled an honorable

mission to the Indiana-Michigan Mission In the years 1969-1971. After returning she

obtained a position with Utah State Department of Social Services as an eligibility examiner

and is presently employed in Blanding, Utah.




We now have 15 grandchildren: 6 granddaughters and 9 grandsons, also 3 greatgrandchildren.

In two years we hope to celebrate our Golden Wedding Anniversary.


You can find Reath's Obituary on the following link: 

https://www.familysearch.org/photos/artifacts/41469831?cid=mem_copy

Sunday, October 3, 2021

Marie Wilhelmina Catherine Krause Madsen (from our archives)

 






MARIE WILHELMINA CATHERINE KRAUSE 350 Born: 27 April 1847 Svenborg, Fuenert (Fynn), Denmark Age: 9 Hodgett Wagon Company. Wilhelmina's biography is taken mostly from a well researched account written by two of her granddaughters, Pearle M. Olsen and Aleen M. Summers. All accounts speak of Wilhelmina as a very "comely" and beautiful girl. Her parents were both from Germany, her mother, Anna Lucia Simonsen Abel, having been widowed previously. When Anna's first husband died, she inherited a wheelwright nail factory. Anna advertised in the "Danish Star News" for a manager to take care of the business and Johan H. F. A. Krause answered that advertisement, was hired, and proved to be very capable. He and Anna married and became the parents of six children. Wilhelmina went to her father's nail factory one day and picked up a red-hot nail that had dropped on the floor, thinking it very beautiful. It left a terrible scar the rest of her life. Another incident at the nail factory would also influence the course of Wilhelmina's life. A crowd had gathered outside the factory where two "Mormon" missionaries were passing out literature and announcing a meeting they would hold in the woods that night. Wilhelmina's mother and her friend, Marie Frandsen, attended and participated in the singing. A mob of persecutors soon came with ropes and clubs, but the missionaries were able to escape and find shelter in the woods. Anna and Marie -learned where the Elders were hiding, took food to them, and invited them to Anna's home to hold another meeting. At this meeting, the same mob came, broke the door to the Krause home, and told the missionaries to leave the country. Before leaving, the missionaries gave each of those present some literature and a song book. Wilhelmina received one of those books and cherished it throughout her life. She loved to sing and had a beautiful singing voice. Other missionaries soon came and taught the gospel to the Krause family. Johan was not interested, but Anna requested baptism, and did not tell her husband. She secretly attended meetings for about two years and finally revealed her actions to her husband, requesting that he take her to "Zion" to gather with the Saints. Johan did not wish to leave his successful business, but he was also a kind man who didn't like to see his wife unhappy. She would often sing from her little book this hymn: "Oh, Zion, when I think ofthee, I long for pinions like the dove, And mourn to think that I should be so distant from the land I love. A captive exile, far from home, for Zion's sacred walls I sigh, With ransomed kindred there to come and see Messiah eye to eye. While here I walk on hostile ground, the few that I can call my friends, are, like myself, in fetters bound, and weariness our steps attends. But yet we hope to see the day When Zion's children shall return. When all our grief shall flee away, and w~ a~ain no more shall mourn. The thoughts that such a day will come makes e'en the exiles r£f£"i:Mi'~weet; Though now we wander far from home, in Zion soon we all shall meet." Johann finally decided to sell the business and go to the United States to begin a new business in St. Louis, Missouri, making wagons and handcarts for the Saints to use in crossing the plains. This relocation and reestablishment of a business required so much money for this family of eight that it was decided to let one child remain in Denmark with friends and go to America the following year with those friends. The children drew lots to see who would stay and the lot fell to Wilhelmina. The rest of the family left from Copenhagen in 1855 with a company of four hundred Saints aboard the ship Charles Buck. 1855 was a terrible year for cholera outbreaks in St. Louis and two of Wilhelmina's little sisters and her mother died in July of that year. From Wilhelmina's biography we read, "Thus, 351 -'" Wilhelmina Krause - Page 2 Anna's hope and cherished dream of gathering to Zion with the Saints was not to become a reality, but her great faith paved the way for her daughter, Wilhelmina, to be among those whose names were to be carved in Utah's history." Meanwhile, in Denmark,Wilhelmina was unaware of the tragedy in her family and was preparing to sail with the Frandsen's when Marie Frandsen's brother tried to prevent Marie from going to Utah by telling the officials that Marie was stealing a child to take with her. The police officers took Wilhelmina's clothes and precious song book and placed her in an orphanage with little but a gray uniform. The missionaries were finally able to make the truth known and obtained her release, but the Frandsen family had been compelled to leave Denmark in the meantime. The Elders arranged for Wilhelmina to travel with the Lars (62) and Bodil (50) Madsen family in the next emigrant group. Wilhelmina became very close to Brother Madsen. One morning while waiting out the bad weather and unloading of the wagons at Devil's Gate, Wilhelmina went with Brother Madsen a ways from the camp. When he collapsed in the snow, Wilhelmina cried and wanted to stay with him, but he took his cane and pushed her away, telling her she couldn't stay. By the time she returned with help, Lars had died. Wilhelmina stayed with the widow Madsen's family and eventually married her son, Niels Peter. They settled in Mt. Pleasant where they had a home in town and also homesteaded a 160- acre piece of property. Wilhelmina and the children did a great deal of the work and became quite self-sufficient. She developed an infection in one eye, causing her to go blind in that eye, but she continued to read to her children from the Book of Mormon every night and work very hard. Her children said that many times they saw her crying as though her heart would break, then going to her bedroom to pray and coming out smiling, feeling God had given her strength to bear her troubles. Eventually, Wilhelmina placed an ad in a St. Louis, Missouri, newspaper to advertise for her family. Her father was notified and soon he and his daughter, Augusta, arrived in Salt Lake City. They stood on the steps ofthe Deseret News Building each day for a week, inquiring of passers-by for infonnation. They were about to give up when they met a man from Sanpete County and asked him if he knew a George Frandsen. The man knew the Frandsen's and Wilhelmina and after 32 years this family was reunited. Her father stayed for a month. When Johan Krause returned to Missouri, he still maintained that the "Mormons" had stolen his daughter and he was embittered toward them. He and his step-son, Frederick Abel, had become wealthy in St. Louis, having pioneered the plumbing business. They were both reputed to be millionaires and bought one of the first Pierce-Arrow automobiles in that area. Frederick visited Wilhelmina a few years later and offered her anything to renounce her faith and return with her children to St. Louis where she would be given every advantage but she refused. She did keep up communication with her sisters, Augusta and Caroline, in St. Louis. Caroline sent her a gold band ring and told her if she didn't see her in this life she would know her by her ring in the next world. After Wilhelmina's very full, but happy life, she was buried with the ring on her finger. "Sister Mina" served as Relief Society President and I,. .. " was beloved by all. She played her accordian and sang to her neighbors. Her children wrote in a tribute to her: "By her teachings and her good example she instilled into our hearts the good things of life, and taught us to live the Gospel which was so dear to her. She has been a beacon light to us all our lives and made an impression on us that will always be with us. She had a testimony of the gospel. She knew it was true and that there is a God who answers prayers. She paid a full tithing and she kept the Word of Wisdom and we never heard her swear or even use s[ang." Lars & Bodil Neilsen Madsen

The following  information is taken from "Madsen Family History"


Friday, June 26, 2020

AUTOBIOGRAPHY OF REATH INA BROTHERSEN DRAPER

Four Generations
Inger Christensen (Mother of Johanna)
Johanna Johansen ( Mother of Amasena)
Amasena Johansen (daughter of Johanna)
Reith ( daughter of Amasena who  married
Francis Brotherson 



AUTOBIOGRAPHY OF REATH INA BROTHERSFN DRAPER


I was born on the 4th of July 1905 to Francis and Amsena Johansen Brothersen in

Mount Pleasant. Being born on a national holiday was not appreciated by me as a child

since I could never have a birthday party on my birthday. I was the eldest of eleven

children. Four brothers followed me and I began to wonder if I was going to have a sister.

I had a cousin, Etta, hardly a year younger than me and she was envious of me when my

First sister was born. she never did have a sister; however she is the mother of five lovely

daughters.




My first recollection is of living in the red brick home between Amasa Ericksen's and

Claus Anderson's. My parents planned to build on to that house and made a foundation of

cement at the back of the house. However, it was never completed as they bought an

adobe home a half block north and later built a new

bungalow home on the southeast corner of that lot. It is a very choice location and the

house still stands, three blocks south of Main Street and three blocks west of the South

Ward Church which is on State Street.




I remember very distinctly when the new home was built and even helped haul some of

the rocks to put in the foundation and also in the east porch. We lived in the adobe home

until the new home was partly finished; since the new home was being lined with the

adobes of the adobe house we moved into the basement of the new home so the rest of

the adobe house could be torn down. It was a bit rugged for a time until the second layer

of flooring was on for dirt would sift down through; so we nailed a quilt on the ceiling over

the table to keep it clean. How wonderful it was to move upstairs and have everything new

and beautiful. There were cabinets in the kitchen, a buffet cupboard and a fireplace in the

living room. Also there was a bathroom and this was the first time for that as there were

very few homes in those days that had bathrooms. Eva was the baby then and she took

her first steps an the new kitchen floor and if I remember correctly our first meal was

Thanksgiving dinner.




My paternal grandfather died five years before I was born but Grandmother Brothersen

lived to be 80 years old. I remember she took her first airplane ride when she was 75

years old. She also made an ocean voyage back to her native land of Denmark and brought

each grandchild back a gift; mine was a small red purse.




One of my happiest childhood memories is of the" vacations I would spend with

Grandfather and Grandmother Johansen at their farm "The Bottoms" south and west of Mt.

Pleasant and just 3/4 mile east of the old Moroni Mill. Often my cousin Etta and I would

go together with them. We traveled in a buggy with a horse called Queen to pull it. I would

sit on the floor in front, which was anything but comfortable, but I never minded that. We

helped Grandmother tend the chickens, turkeys, ducks, geese and sometimes lambs and

calves. We were afraid of the ganders for they would chase us. Later when the sugar

factory was built at Moroni grandfather and some of his neighbors raised sugar beets. Etta

and I thinned beets as Grandmother blocked them ahead of us. Sometimes she would

have a headache and would take Bromo Seltzer when she came to the end of the row. Etta

and I told her once that we would like to have parasols. She remembered that two of her

girls had parasols and told us to ask them to sell them to us, which they did. The first

time we used them was on the 4th of July and we were so proud of them as we went to the

celebration in the Pavilion" as it was called.




While visiting at the "Bottoms" Grandma took me to the home of John Johansen. John

was Grandpa's brother and the home had a dirt floor, the only home I ever saw that had

no floor.




On the farm bullberries grew along the ditch bank and we would pick the berries for

Grandma. It was quite a trick to pick them without being pricked by the sharp needles

growing on them but the delicious dumplings Grandma made from them were worth the

effort. We would pour milk (flavored with sugar and nutmeg) over them, or a cooked

sauce. I wonder where they originated from? I have never seen any anywhere else and now

since the new underground pipeline was installed those bushes have died.




Etta and I picked many wild flowers. There have never been as many since, probably

because with us picking so many there was no chance for survival. The old school house

our parents had attended was on top of the hill, less than a block east of the farm house.

We liked to go in and read the names on the wall, to see if perchance our parents' names

might be there. The school teacher boarded and lived at the farmhouses, so naturally the

children of the family she was staying with were naturally on their best behavior in the

class room. Their teacher was Fannie Miles.




We carried many buckets of water up the hill to the house from the spring for

Grandma, the coldest and best water in the world.




I attended school the first half year in the old "Simpson School House" as it was called,

but they transferred us to what is now North Sanpete High School, which was 8 1/2 blocks

to walk. I attended Mt. Pleasant Elementary School and two of my Teachers were Flossie

Staker and Ida Larsen. When the bell rang we would form lines three abreast and march

to music to our classroom. I went through high school and Seminary and then Brigham

Young University. I worked at many different jobs such as taking the sensus, telephone

operator, clerk in the Progress Mercantile and Sanpete Co-op stores. While going to school

I thinned beets in the spring when school let out and topped and loaded them in the fall

during fall vacation. My Church positions were Sunday School and Primary teacher,

Primary secretary. Our church was the South Ward Chapel with two flights of stairs to

climb to the main part. The building burned down years later; however, the memories

linger.




My girlfriend, Arla Simpson, and I were married on the same day in the Manti Temple.

We flipped a coin to see who was to have their reception that night; she had hers and mine

was the following evening. It was the custom then to have wedding suppers; our wedding

day was June 19, 1929.




We moved to Garfield after we were married. There we rented a home and planted a

lawn and flowers. Our first child, Ruth Carol, was born August 31, 1930 in Salt Lake City.

The Relief Society asked me to be the Social Science class leader shortly after and that

began my career in Relief Society. When they shut down the smelter less then three years

later we moved to Moroni and have lived here since. At that time Orlando's Dad was

getting up in years and needed someone to take over the farm. There was electricity but

no running water, just a hand-operated pump. Joyce Arlene was born about three years

after Carol, on June 7, 1933, and Darlene Lillian was barn July 15, 1936. We didn't have

any more children until 8 years later, October 24, 1944, we were blessed with a beautiful

baby with dark hair and blue eyes (of course). We were all so happy to get her; we named

her Voneal.




Carol was married October 23, 1953, the day before Voneal's ninth birthday. We had a

reception that evening In the Moroni church, with Joseph Revill as master of ceremonies

for the program. Darlene made Carol's wedding dress of white satin. She had a beautiful

veil of illusion with a crown of pearls. Ray was in his Navy uniform.

Joyce, Darlene and Voneal each received scholarships to Snow College and all graduated,

Voneal with honers.




Joyce started teaching school in Preston, Idaho after she graduated from Snow. In

Preston she met William D. Pond of Lewiston, Utah; they were married June 7, 1954 in the

Manti Temple. We had a reception that evening in our new Moroni Chapel.

Darlene put herself through the University of Utah, graduating with a Bachelor's Degree

in Education. She taught school in Mink Creek, Idaho one year, also a year in Dugway,

Utah before she went to California to teach. There she met her future husband, Bud E.

Welker. Darlene was married in the Manti Temple July 23, 1963 and her reception was held

after they returned from their honeymoon in Idaho.




Voneal graduated from BYU with honors in August, 1968. She fulfilled an honorable

mission to the Indiana-Michigan Mission In the years 1969-1971. After returning she

obtained a position with Utah State Department of Social Services as an eligibility examiner

and is presently employed in Blanding, Utah.




We now have 15 grandchildren: 6 granddaughters and 9 grandsons, also 3 greatgrandchildren.

In two years we hope to celebrate our Golden Wedding Anniversary.


You can find Reath's Obituary on the following link: 

https://www.familysearch.org/photos/artifacts/41469831?cid=mem_copy