Wednesday, May 13, 2026
Saturday, April 25, 2026
LEE ALBERT PHILLIPS ~~~ A Lifelong Friend and Former Boardmember Of Mt. Pleasant Pioneer Historical Association.
Lee Albert Phillips Jr., 81, of St. George, Utah, passed away peacefully on January 3, 2026, after a battle with Alzheimer's. Born in Mount Pleasant, Utah on December 2, 1944, Lee lived a life defined by service, leadership, and an unwavering devotion to his family and community.
Lee was the beloved son of Lee Albert Phillips Sr. and Glenna Rosina Hafen Phillips. He is survived by his cherished wife of fifty-seven years, Carol Lynn Herrin Phillips, who stood beside him through all of life's journey. Together, they built a beautiful family that was the center of Lee's world.
He was a proud father to five children: Lori Phillips (Darren), Jeffery Phillips (Becky), Tami Finau (Brett), Steven Phillips, and Travis Phillips (Aundrea). Lee's legacy continues through his18 grandchildren: Kameron Simonson (Ashlee), Meghan Peacock (Tyler), Braydon Simonson, Jakob Simonson (Dasya), Lukas Simonson, Alex Phillips, Robert Phillips, Krista Phillips, Lexi Phillips, Logan Phillips, Kilisi Finau, Keila Finau, Maili Finau, Keoni Finau, and Carson Phillips. He was also blessed with seven great-grandchildren: Hendrix Simonson, Axel Simonson, Madison Peacock, Miles Peacock, and Nova Simonson, who brought immense joy to his later years.
Lee is preceded in death by his parents, his sister Lois Monsen, and his grandson Skyler Phillips. He is survived by his sister Joan Markosian, with whom he shared many cherished memories.
Lee dedicated his professional life to banking, building a distinguished career at First Security Bank and later Wells Fargo Bank. His business acumen and commitment to excellence earned him respect throughout his career and the trust of countless colleagues and clients.
Beyond his professional achievements, Lee was a servant leader who generously gave of his time and talents to his community. He served as President of the Chamber of Commerce, President of the Sun Shiners, and President of the Rotary Club, where he was honored as a Paul Harris Fellow. He also served as Treasurer of the Salvation Army, demonstrating his commitment to helping those in need. His faith was central to his life, and he held many leadership positions in The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints, including serving a mission in the Eastern Atlantic States from 1964 to 1966.
Lee graduated from Brigham Young University in 1971 with a degree in Sociology. As a proud alumnus, he remained a devoted fan throughout his life, regularly attending and watching BYU football and basketball games.
Those who knew Lee will remember him for his warm spirit and the smile that would light up any room. He was an avid golfer who enjoyed time on the course, but his true passions were found closer to home. Lee loved singing and in his earlier years, playing the guitar. He took great pride in maintaining his home and yards and found great satisfaction in mowing the lawn and making sure his lawn was the greenest one on the block.
One of Lee's most endearing qualities was his playful nature with his grandchildren. He would delight them with his Donald Duck voice, creating memories that will be cherished for generations. His ability to bring laughter and joy to his family was one of his greatest gifts.
Lee Albert Phillips Jr. was a man of integrity, kindness, and boundless love. His legacy lives on through the countless lives he touched, the community he served, and the family he loved so dearly. He will be deeply missed by all who had the privilege of knowing him.
A celebration of Lee's life will be held on Saturday, January 10, 2026, at Metcalf Bonzo Mortuary (288 W. St. George Blvd, St. George, Utah). Friends and family are invited to a viewing from 1:00 to 2:00 p.m., followed by a sharing of memories from 2:00 to 3:00 p.m.
Friday, April 3, 2026
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Tuesday, March 10, 2026
Monday, January 19, 2026
NORTH SANPETE HIGH SCHOOL 1916
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Graduates of Class 1916 Plan a reunion. North Sanpete High School may have changed considerably in the past 50 years, but the fond memories of the graduating class of 1916 are still vivid among those who attended
Thursday, December 25, 2025
Wednesday, December 17, 2025
Tuesday, October 14, 2025
Thursday, September 25, 2025
Sunday, August 24, 2025
Friday, July 4, 2025
Friday, June 13, 2025
Thursday, June 12, 2025
Tuesday, June 10, 2025
ANNIE CHRISTINE CHRISTENSEN MONSEN (From our archives)
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Many thanks goes to Beverly McIntosh Brown for sending in the histories of Annie Christine and Dorthea Marie Nielsen (Christensen). These were the two wives of Peter Mogensen (Monsen). Peter was Pioneer of the Month in January 2010. We will link all these histories together for research purposes.Annie Christine Christensen Monsen
Wife of Peter Mogensen (Monsen) You can find his history here:
Originally compiled and typed by F. Fern McIntosh Jacobs
Retyped by Belva Jones McIntosh June 2000
Most parenthetical comments and highlighting done by Beverly McIntosh Brown
Annie Christine Christensen Monsen was born October 8, l848 in Copenhagen, Denmark, the daughter of Catherine Amalie (Trine) Rasmussen Borresen Christensen Fecher (her story typed separately) and Peder Henrick Christensen. (Annie was the second wife of Peter Mogenson.)
Her Mother, “Trina” as she was called, was born October 18, 1826 in Denmark, and her father was born January 15, 1823 in Sanby, Lolland, Denmark. The Christensen’s became the parents of two daughters, who were born in Copenhagen, Denmark. Annie Christine Christensen was born October 8, 1848 and Jensine Sophia, born December 30, 1850.
They became converts to the Restored Church and soon after, in company with the Borresen families, set sail for Zion in America. The day happened to be Christmas Day.
After a time, they landed at New Orleans, Louisiana, and soon the Saints were sailing up the Mississippi River. There they saw burly Negroes loading barrels of molasses and huge bales of cotton onto ships for transportation. Also they saw alligators sunning themselves on the riverbanks. These were strange and interesting sights for these immigrants from afar.
Soon after landing at Winter Quarters, these families joined a pioneer company bound for Utah. There was much sickness in the camps of these saints. Now it was the father who became ill and passed away on April 5, 1854. So, sadly, Trine had her beloved husband, Peder Henrick Christensen laid to rest enroute to the Salt Lake Valley. Cholera took its toll, and death occurred among many of their friends.
Annie’s mother became acquainted with a very fine man, a German immigrant, John Frederick Fechser. He was kind to her and while they were in Salt Lake she became his wife on January 14, 1855.
In March 1859, Fechser’s family, with others from Salt Lake Valley and Utah County, came to Mt. Pleasant, Sanpete County. They helped to build the fort in Mt. Pleasant, and in the summer of 1859 it was completed.
After the Manti Temple was completed, it was a great joy to Trine Christensen Fechser when she, accompanied by her daughter could go to the temple and be sealed for eternity to her dear former husband, Peder Christensen, who died enroute to Utah.
Annie Christine went to work at the home of Peter Monsen when they moved to Mt. Pleasant. He and his good wife Dorthea Nielsen were the parents of five children. Christian who was buried at sea at the age of 16 months while they were on their way to America, and Anne Christina, Peter L., Joseph Moroni and Sena M. It was the order of the Mormon Church at that time for the worthy members to enter into plural marriage. Since Dorthea was not well, and Annie needed a good home of her own, it was decided that Annie should become his second wife in plural marriage. Annie was very fond of both Peter Monsen and his wonderful wife, so their marriage was solemnized in the Salt Lake Temple the 2nd of January 1864. Dorthea was like a real mother to her, and whenever she was troubled or needed help, she was the one who gave her love and consolation and encouragement. Dorthea had three more children – James, Dorthea M. and Carolena.
Annie gave birth to thirteen children. Annie lived in a little house one block west of Dorothea, and they enjoyed a very pleasant relationship at all times. Annie helped Peter Monsen down at the farm, and many times the babies slept in the shade of the bushes of a wheat stack while she worked hand in hand with her husband. Dorthea, who was not well enough to work in the fields, often assumed the responsibility of all the children while Annie worked. Annie wore her husband’s old shoes tied to her feet, and didn’t know what it was to have a beautiful new pair of her own.
Both women were excellent dressmakers, and did all of their own sewing. The last pat of Annie’s life was very hard because the practice of plural marriage or polygamy was abolished and she had to hide from the officers for fear of being arrested. She slept in many different places at night and exposed herself to all kinds of weather. She died in 1888 at Mt. Pleasant at the age of 40 of childbed fever, a couple of weeks after the birth of her 13th child, Esther. When she died, Peter Monsen was in Indianola preaching to the Indians, and John, 13 years of age, rode to there on a horse to get him.
It was a real tragedy, and much sorrow filled the hearts of these children when their dear mother was taken from them so young. Dorthea tenderly took care of her children until she died, November 10, 1912. Esther said that if ever there was an angel on earth, it was this wonderful stepmother. She said,”All I knew about my stepmother was beautiful. She was so kind and patient and helpful to all of her children and stepchildren, even though she had not known a well day for the last 40 years of her life. She need not be afraid to meet Annie and give a good report on the care of her wonderful children.
Thursday, February 13, 2025
Wednesday, January 15, 2025
IMMIGRATION EXPERIENCES (Taken from History of Mt. Pleasant by Hilda Madsen Longsdorf)

Tuesday, January 7, 2025
THE SYNOPSIS OF THE THIRTY SIXTH ANNUAL CELEBRATION OF THE MT. PLEASANT PIONEER HISTORICAL ASSOCIATION
Tuesday, December 3, 2024
Sunday, November 17, 2024
James Monsen (from our archives)
James Monsen was the son of Peter and Dorothy C. Monsen, two of Mt. Pleasant's earliest pioneers. James grew up in Mt. Pleasant. The Introduction of his autobiography reads: "Since, by reason of circumstance, the writer of this little book has had little or no access to scholastic training, I suggest that when read, it be done with no critical intent, and that grammatical errors, if any, be by-passed. And, I most sincerely trust that its contents will convey to the reader a clear and correct concept of its true meaning and the purpose for which it was written." We wish to thank James Monsen for taking the time to write this "little book" as it contains some real treasures of early Mt. Pleasant History. In this post we share his early childhood memories of new wooden shoes, reading materials, school furniture and construction as well as dying yarn and weaving.
Mother was a great teacher, and in those days reading matter was not so plentiful as now (printed in 1949), and to say the least, much more expensive. So, to economize, Neils Johansen, our neighbor and mother joined in subscribing for such papers as suited them best. One was called the Dacota Post, and a novel with continued stories. Father thought it best to read the Deseret News, and especially the gospel sermons, which, of course, mother did read, but she enjoy other kinds of reading, and knowing that father rather opposed fiction and the like, many of the evenings were spent in Neils Johansen's home, not to sit idle with arms folded, but to work as well as read.
Johansen was a weaver and always had something on hand that even a child could do. Washing wool, picking, carding, spinning, spooling, and often making skeins, tying them into knots, dipping them into homemade dye pots for different colors. So, while mother read, Johansen was not idle; and when he read, mother was busy at something, and even I sometimes wound yarn into a ball. I also ran the spooler while Johansen would weave, and to say the least, I listened very attentively to the reading, most of which was Danish; thereby I think I acquired much of what I know of the language.
While I enjoyed hearing them read while they worked, sleep would sometimes overtake me, and to be awakened to go home was anything but appreciated.
I recall now going with my sister Stena to the store. On our return we passed the then-called second ward school house, where my brother Joe was going to school. We didn't pass by unnoticed. Joe came rushing out and grabbed me. I well remember how I protested and cried. My crying and Stena's pleading did not dissuade Joe from taking me by force into the schoolroom. Joe knew I liked roasted potatoes and they were there in abundance.
The house was heated from an open fireplace where they used wood for fuel, a splendid place to roast things. In the corner of the room some boys were engaged in pitching buttons. With all such going, I soon became pacified and glad that I was forced to join the gang.
The teacher's name was Hans Jorgen Schultz, and I remember he wore barndoor pants (?Means it has buttons to close the front, no zipper) and leather suspenders and wooden shoes. He had in his hand a birch stick about three foot long, which he used as a pointer, as well as a fire poker, and he was not adverse to poking the rude boys occasionally.
The desks were a double arrangement, about two feet wide on either side, sloping to the center, with benches on both sides, the students facing each other. I think four such desks constituted the furniture A blackboard, made from planed lumber, hung on the wall, That was my first introduction to a schoolroom.
The home was about 16 x 25. The desk and benches stood crosswise in the room, full length, except a pass-way at the ends.
Father had learned to make wooden shoes in his native land, and brought with him some tools with which to make such shoes.
I had arrived at school age, I guess about six or seven years old, but to go to school required footwear, and I had none. I think it proper here to say that as long as the ground was free of snow we went barefooted. I used to look forward with great anticipation to the advent of spring, so I could go barefooted. Now back to the school shoes.
By invitation I went with my father over in the Cedar Hills after a load of wood. When his wood was all loaded, he proceeded to find a pitch pine tree just to suit his fancy, and I wondered why he was so particular about his choice of a tree and asked him that question. "Well"he said, "I want a stick best suited for wooden shoes. I am going to make you a pair so you can go to school."
I looked forward with much pleasure to the finishing of my new shoes, so I eagerly watched that piece of wood from the tree to the finished wooden shoe. Mother had them nicely shined from the soot she gathered in the fireplace, and when I arrived at Sister Morrison's home (she was the teacher) I was more proud than ever, because of the comment made by her about my new shoes. I think, however, I was the only one there with wooden shoes.
At that, they were nice shoes, and there was none like them worn by others. The only objection I had to them, I couldn't run as fast with them as without.

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