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J. Golden Kimball Story ~~~ It Happened In Spring City

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Stories of J. Golden told by his grand nephew, Jim Kimball.

 J. Golden Kimball went to Spring City to help the ward there. It seems the Relief Society president was basically running the ward. 

Things went so far that she told the bishop whether or not someone should be called to the Sunday School because they failed to return borrowed items. Apparently, the bishop did enough of her bidding that people’s complaints alerted Church headquarters. 

After talking with the bishop and Relief Society president, Kimball took care of things in sacrament meeting. At the close of the meeting Golden was called to speak. “I want to ask you all a question. Would you please show by the raise of hands: How many of you have ever had a sliver in your ass? One little girl who’d recently gotten one going down a slippery slide raised her hand. Slowly other people started raising theirs. Good—you know you need somebody else to help you take it out. You can’t do it by yourself. Well, that’s why I’m here.

 You have a sliver in your ass, brothers and sisters, and I’m here to help you take it out. Now, all who can release Sister Brown as the Relief Society president, would you do so by the usual sign? 

Are there any opposed? Good. Thank you. 

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Another J. Golden Kimball Story 

from Sanpete 

 

In a church welfare meeting Golden was assigned to check on a piece of property in Manti for a possible welfare farm. He was headed that way for a Stake Conference. In the next meeting President Grant asked if he'd had the opportunity to visit the parcel. Golden answered that he had.

"How was it?" asked President Grant.
"Well now, it was a nice piece of ground, about 180 acres, with a nice slope to it and a good stream of water at the head." responded Golden.
"How big was the stream?" queried the prophet.
"I could piss about half way acrossed it." answered Golden.
To which Rudger Clawson huffed, "Bro-ther Kimball, you're out of order!"

"Of course I am," said Golden matter of factly, "if I wasn't I could've pissed all the way across."

One of our Most Popular Posts ~ Manti Settlers Are Overtaken By Rattlesnakes, But Not A Single Settler Is Bitten

Chief Walker and a band of Ute Indians appeared in Salt Lake City, June 14, 1849 and requested that BrighamYoung send settlers to the Sanpitch Valley to teach the natives how to build houses and til the soil.  On the following August 20th, Chief Walker and an exploring party reached the present site of Manti  and were well entertained by the natives.  Favorable conditions for settlement must have been evident, because on November 19, 1849,  some fifty families under the spiritual leadership of  Isaac  Morley and Captain Nelson Higgings, made their camp on the north side of the creek  bottom and began what was destined to become Manti City.

All was not so rosy as might at first seem possible.  The  following winter proved severe and the  settlers lost 127 head of their cattle from a band of 240.  The male population was forced to shovel snow into winrows to provide shelter for the cattle and to uncover the dry grass for them to eat.  even the horns of the cattle were sharpened to enable them to break the snow crust and also as a better protection against the wolves. 

The first warm days of spring brought a most unexpected and unwelcome party to the camp.  Just after sunset on this memorable occasion, a weird hissing and  rattling was evidently heard coming.  It seems from all points at once and the very earth appeared to be writhing with spotted backed rattlesnakes which, to the horror of the pioneers  were invading the quiet camp.  They took quarters in their beds, cupboards and in every accessible place in these outlying domiciles.  And among a less hardy band would have created a perfect chaos of confusion.  The whole male population with pine tordches casting a lurid light upohn the wierd scene, began an extermination campaign, which resulted in nearly 500 rattlesnakes being killed the first night.  Although the fight against the deadly serpents continued for several days, not a single person was bitten.
 Excerpts taken from an  article written by Gerald Henrie for the Salt Lake Trubune in about 1922.
 It is  taken from Hilda's Scrapbook.