JAMES MARTIN ALLRED AND 1ST WIFE CHRISTIANA GUSTAVE ANDERSON (From our archives)

 

Sam said...

What a wonderful surprise to see this post!



There is so much more I could tell you about this house. One brief story. When I was a boy in the late 50's, the west wall of adobes started to collapse. Dad wanted to shore up the wall and pour concrete as a foundation, at least in the damaged section. Our job as boys was to crawl under the house and excavate the space under the crumbling adobes so the concrete foundation could be poured. Up until that time the only foundation to the home was logs placed on rocks. I have no idea why my dad decided to send his boys on such a dangerous job.

I do regret tearing down the old house. We should have built the new house across the creek.

Sam Stewart (Samuel Spencer Stewart, Jr)

Sunday, 14 April, 2019

Unknown said...

Agreed! The old home shouldn't have been torn down. It changed so much.

Tuesday, 21 July, 2020

Unknown said...

Yes, something was lost with the old home being torn down.

HOME OF HENRY MILLS AND WIFE ANN ALLEN

 

ANDREW L. AND LETTIE PETERSON ~~~ PIONEERS OF THE MONTH ~~~ AUGUST 2025

 

Andrew Lysander Peterson - biography

Contributed By

Andrew Lysander Peterson

23 Dec. 1887 - 24 Dec. 1963

Son of Peter Peterson and Celestia Melissa Terry

From a compilation of three life stories, only one listing a date (June 2, 1979) B they were very similar, this document was combined to include all the information available.

Andrew Lysander Peterson was born December 23, 1887 in Fairview, Sanpete County, Utah to Peter and Celestia Melissa Terry Peterson, who were the first baby boy and second baby girl born in Fairview.

He spent ten years of his early boyhood in Indianola, or Thistle Valley as it was called then, going there at the age of four when his father was called and sent there by the church to serve as a Bishop and Peace-maker between the white people and the Ute Indians. His father was called to fill this position just two years after returning home from a full time mission to the Southern State of Virginia.

While Andrew's father was in Virginia serving the church, his mother cared for their five small children and operated the farm to provide a living for them. His father was Bishop in Indianola for 10 years and was then released to return to Fairview when Andrew was 14 years of age. Andrew remembers how he helped carry pickets from the lumber yard with his father at the age of four to build a fence in front of their home, just before going to Indianola.

Of his early years, Andrew wrote: "When I was four years of age my father was chosen Bishop of Indianola, and we moved there June 29, 1892, where we remained for ten years. Our first home there was a small one-room frame house. Within a year father built a brick house. There were about forty families living in Indianola at the time, about ten of whom were Indians. We became very friendly with most of them, as they came to see father very often about their affairs and for assistance in food. I hunted groundhogs, attended school, milked cows, herded cows, hunted rabbits, etc., and attended church duties quite religiously. Among the Indians I became well acquainted with were Nephi, Moroni, James Onump, Toke, Panawatts, Charley Toke, Sam Nephi, Jim Pant, Mountain, Peggy, Nancy Panawatts, and Aby Lehi."

The Community of Indianola had 65 Indians and 35 white families as their total population. Andrew remembered many of the idiosyncrasies of the Indian people and how he and other boys would catch ground-hogs and trade them to the Indians for sinew. They would then throw them into an open fire and roast them whole, then eat them by only rubbing off the burned hair.

Andrew often told his grandchildren many stories about "Old Jim Pant" and "Old Peggy". "Old Peggy" offered to give him a Pinto riding pony if he would stay with him one full moon, which was a month. Andrew said he would do this if he could go to his own home to eat and sleep, but of course that was not the bargain, so he didn't get the pony. He said he didn't want the pony badly enough to pay that kind of price.

A boyfriend of his, Mirt Spencer, and he would often tease "Jim Pant" as Jim would get drunk because of his great weakness for whisky. One day, they mixed a bottle of brew made of "mustard", "vinegar", and "Watkins Lineament" and gave it to Jim. After he drank some of it, he became very angry, picked up a club, and chased the boys down through a lot to Henry Spencer's farm, where they hid. Jim Pant was so drunk he could not find a place to get through, into the barn, so the boys were safe.

Many times, Indians would come to the Bishop and ask for food when they were drunk, but he would tell them to go home and sober up, and then come back later. They didn't like that kind of advice, so they would call his father a "heap bad" Bishop in the Indian language.

Several times, Andrew and his brother Peter would take a lunch with them while they were herding cows, and generally the lunch was made up of bread and milk. They would put it into a stream of cold water to keep it fresh and cool, but always an Indian girl would come and steal it. They conceived of an idea to cover it over with "Thaw" bushes (a place along the stream) and then put the lunch up high in a tree. The Indian girl came by, stepped into the thaw bushes, which made her feet bleed, so she looked around until she found the lunch in the tree and was so angry she kept stealing their lunches every day until they finally gave up taking one. He had many interesting experiences while living among these people.

One day, when Andrew was a little older, and in his teens, he was driving some cattle, along with three or four other men (white men) who were drinking and using fowl language in shouting at the cattle, and they insisted that Andrew should drink with them. However, he refused, so one of them said, "Oh, I thought Peter Peterson would have one Asport" in his family". So when they found Andrew refused to drink, they left him alone after that.

Andrew said: A March 28, 1902 we returned from Indianola to Fairview where I spent the next few years of my life. After graduating from the Eighth Grade in 1905, I attended Snow Academy (now Snow College) in Ephraim, Utah and completed a three-year business course in May 1908. Prior to this I worked summers at Clear Creek at the saw mill."

Andrew received his education at Indianola, Fairview, Snow College and Henager=s Business College in Salt Lake City. It was while attending Snow College in Ephraim, Utah that he met Lettie "Smith" Phipps. Phipps was the real name but the family was known as "Smith" because her father, Isaac Newton Phipps was raised by a Smith family. Andrew and Lettie were married two years later in the Manti LDS Temple for time and all eternity by President Lewis Anderson.

This couple was blessed by five wonderful children: Rhoda May (Christensen), Dean Andrew, Roid Harold, Elden Jay and Wayne Leo. During their courting days they had a great deal of fun dating and dancing. Andrew went to Snow College a year before Lettie did and of course dated girls there. One in particular that Lettie remembers was May Nielsen, daughter of the family where he boarded. Mr. Nielsen would never eat with the boys, so one day Berkley Larsen went into the kitchen where he saw him eating by himself and made the comment, "Looks like you pick your own company!" Mr. Nielsen retorted, A Company, company. That's vot I don=t vant!"

During the summers, Andrew worked at Clear Creek in the coal mines to earn money for his schooling. Every other Friday when he was finished with his work, he would hike all the way over the mountains, a distance of 20 miles, to Fairview. Here he would clean up, eat his dinner, and go to Mt. Pleasant in his father's horse and buggy to date Lettie and take her dancing. In those days there was a dance in town every Friday night, and they had a great deal of fun and enjoyment when they could attend.

Lettie says, "We were married January 20, 1909, and lived with my family for a while. Andrew worked for the City of Mt. Pleasant, and after getting this employment, we moved into a little apartment east on Main Street that was owned by a nice little old German lady. Andrew's father gave us a cow. Sometimes we would go out to the farm and stay overnight and when we returned home the next morning, Mrs. Ficher would meet us at the gate and say, "Our cow has yust been hollerin". I doxxt she wants to be milked." And sure enough, she did, and was hungry, too. We didn't have cars in those days, so we had to walk every place we went."

After living here for just about one month Andrew decided he wanted to go to Salt Lake City and attend Henager's Business College, so they moved there and attended school. It was while in Salt Lake City that their first child, Rhoda May was born, February 24, 1910. Then after graduating from College, Andrew taught school at Henager's for a few months when an opportunity came to him to move back to Mt. Pleasant and work in the Consolidated Wagon Company. Then about a year later he obtained a position with the North Sanpete Bank, where he then worked for the next 20 years. Ten years as Assistant Cashier and ten years as Cashier.

They bought a small home on 6th south and State Street in Mt. Pleasant and lived there for 7 years. It was here that Dean Andrew and Roid Harold were born. Roid passed away at the age of 2 years and 11 months B and then they sold their home and purchased a new one from Bent Hansen on 3rd south and State Street, where Lettie still lived at this time, June 1979. It was in this home that Elden Jay and Wayne Leo were born.

Lettie reports that Andrew was a kind, loving and considerate husband and father, always working and doing things for the welfare of his family. He held many positions in the church, and always honored his Priesthood. He served as Ward Clerk for 10 years in the Mt. Pleasant South Ward, Sunday School Superintendent 3 years, Counselor to Bishop Abraham McIntosh for 5 years, Bishop of the Ward for 17 years with C.L. Stewart and Joseph Johansen as his counselors and Emil Rutishauser, Ward Clerk. He later, after being released as Bishop, served as a Counselor to Reed H. Allred in the Stake High Priest Quorum and was then called to labor in the Manti Temple as Ordinance worker for 5 years. Both Andrew and Lettie were Home Missionaries for 2 years.

He then served on the North Sanpete School Board and the Mt. Pleasant City Council when John Gunderson was the Mayor. He worked in the Post Office for 2 2 years under H. C. Jacobs, Postmaster. This was during the early 1930s when the nation's greatest depression was on. Two banks in Mt. Pleasant had closed, and their son Dean, was called to serve the church in Norway as a missionary. With earning only $85.00 per month and sending Dean $50.00 of that, it was difficult times financially. It was during this time that Jay Rulon Christensen was born to Dr. H. Reed Christensen and Rhoda May Peterson Christensen at the home in Mt. Pleasant, 268 South State Street. This became Andrew's and Lettie's first grandchild.

Andrew was a charter member of the Mt. Pleasant Lions Club and served as a member of it for many years. He and Verg Johnson were chosen as delegates to the National Lion's Club Convention in San Francisco B and went there to represent Mt. Pleasant Club.

In 1943, he began working for the Consolidated Furniture Company in Mt. Pleasant and worked there for the following 20 years. He started out as a clerk and later became the manager following the death of Jorgan Madsen.

He was chairman of the Republican Party in Mt. Pleasant for several years, was a notary public and did income tax reports for many people. He taught the Gospel Doctrine Sunday School Class for many years after he was released as Bishop.

Andrew served as a Bishop during the 20s and 30s before the church started building Bishop's offices in the buildings. Therefore, his home had to serve as a Bishop's office so everyone had to go to his home to talk with him about their problems, pay their tithes and offerings, and apply for Temple recommends. The "old red brick South Ward Chapel" burned down in 1937, and a new building had to be erected, which still stands to this date.

During the construction of this new building, Andrew became very ill and nearly lost his life. The ward held a prayer circle in his behalf . After that Mrs. John K. Madsen came and told him about a doctor in Salt Lake City who she thought could help him. The three doctors out here didn't help him any. They were Dr. Monk of Manti, Dr. Limebaugh from Moroni and Dr. Bert Madsen of Mt. Pleasant.

Mrs. John K. Madsen took us into Salt Lake City. She made a bed for Andrew in the back seat of her big car. Dr. Remington said he could help him. So Andrew stayed at the home of Delmer Tripp in Salt Lake. Delmer took him to the doctor every day. After twelve treatments, he came home feeling much better and was soon back helping with the church. John Gunderson, Chairman of the Building Committee, did a great job as his stand-by. He reported to Andrew every day on the progress of the work and kept things going.

Elden helped on the church before going to California on his mission. He and Kay Schovelle saved the large red velvet stage curtains while the old red brick church burned down.

Andrew gave humorous readings at parties, mostly at church parties, where they would ask him to be on the programs. He gave readings such as: "Sockery Setting a Hen", A Levinsky at the Vedding", Poor Rastmus", "Andy and Madan Queen", and others. He was also in a quartet with Opal Schovelle, Atta Jensen, and George Squires. They sang at funerals and church gatherings. Andrew spoke at many funerals.

Andrew road a bicycle to work most of the time. His first car was a Dodge, second a Plymouth, third a Ford, fourth a Ford, fifth a Mercury Montery.

He raised a good vegetable garden every summer and kept his lot clean and neat. Lettie planted the flowers and cared for them. She also planted all the vegetable seeds while Andrew did the digging.

Nina Johnson said of Andrew, "He wasn't only kind to his family, he was kind to everyone."

Andrew made good honey candy. He would cook the honey. Then when it was cool enough he would pull it until it was golden white and fluffy. He and his sister Sarah were experts in making honey candy. We as a family had this treat quite often.

Old Peggy was an Indian doctor. He was the one who wanted Andrew to live with him one moon. One day, Andrew's father brought a load of wood from the mountains. Old Peggy told him he would send his squaw Keyanna over to unload it for him. The buck Indians didn't work, it was the squaws that did most of the work.

Peggy's little boy died, and Andrew's father made a wooden box for them to bury him in, but they wouldn't use it. Instead, they sat him on the wagon seat between them and drove off to the mountains with him. Peter tried to teach the Indians to bury their dead like the white people did.

During the depression, Andrew lost his job when the banks closed, also his bank stock and had to pay $100.00 a share, which was seven hundred dollars. Besides sending Dean on a mission to Norway for three years and he had to have three hundred dollars over there by the time he arrived in Norway. Those were tough days for all of us. Andrew drew his life insurance out to live on and to have the money for Dean's mission.

Lettie says that during their many years of marriage, they had many faith promoting experiences where the power of the Priesthood was manifest. Two of the outstanding times were when Rhoda nearly passed away with pneumonia and when Elden was very ill with pneumonia. They were both healed by the power of the Priesthood and by faith. In those days, the early 20's and prior, penicillin and other healing medications were not yet known.

In 1962 Andrew wrote: "I am happy in my church work and have a firm testimony of the gospel and rejoice in it. I feel that the Church has been a wonderful help to me and my family. I am very active in my various labors with my store work, church work, insurance business, and taking care of home duties. I manage to put in about 15 hours a day, but I enjoy good health and as long as I feel as well as I do, I want to keep active."

A short statement now concerning the Children of Andrew and Lettie Peterson:

Rhoda was a Primary President, a Relief Society Class Leader and a Stake Relief Society President in the South Sanpete Stake for several years and has been a very devoted daughter to her mother. Elden filled a mission for the Church in California 1940 B 1942 and Wayne was a missionary in the Southern States 1942 B 1944. During World War II Elden served in the United States Air Force and Wayne in the United States Navy. Dean, Elden and Wayne have all served as Bishops and Dean was President of the Norwegian Mission and a Regional Representative of the Twelve Apostles.

Andrew Lysander Peterson passed away December 24, 1963 after suffering a massive heart attack. He died in the Salt Lake LDS Hospital. As of this date, June 2, 1979 Andrew and Lettie Peterson have 19 grandchildren and 55 great-grand children. Their posterity continues to grow!

Peter and Celestia Peterson
Parents of Andrew L. Peterson
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Lettie's  family
Father Mother 
Brother and Sisters 

Peter and Celestia Peterson

Parents of Andrew L. Peterson 

ISAAC NEWTON PHIPPS AND EMALINE MARIAH TIDWELL PHIPPS (from our archives)

 

 

 Isaac Newton Phipps

  24 May 1845 - 27 Nov. 1911 Son of Isaac Phipps and Mary Eleanor Dean Lettie Phipps Peterson wrote this life story date unknown. Additional stories were added from a document called, A1979 remembrances by Lettie Phipps Peterson recorded for her son, Wayne.@ [During his life, he went by Isaac Newton Phipps, Jr. because the Smith family had told him he was named after his father. After further research it has been determined that his father did not carry the middle name A Newton, therefore, he should not be referred to as Jr. Since this life story was written without this knowledge, we are leaving the Jr. and Sr. in this version. His birthdate was also found to be 24 May 1845, but he did not know this, so always celebrated on June 18th. His siblings were Sarah Jane, Lemmon Washington, William Harrison, and Enoch Ferman.] Isaac Newton Phipps, Jr., son of Isaac Newton Phipps, Sr. and Mary Eleanor Dean, was born June 18, 1845, in Slippery Rock, Butler County, Pennsylvania. He came to Utah when a very small boy with Uncle and Aunt Smith (Joseph and Abigail Smith) reared him after the death of his mother. They came to Salt Lake City and settled in West Jordan. Later they moved to the Dixie Country and resided in a small settlement called Sappi. They moved to Mt. Pleasant, Utah in 1864. Isaac was one of eight children the Smiths reared B, not of their own. Opal Scoville's great grandmother, Sarah Clark, was one of them. Isaac was three years old when his mother died; his brother Enoch was six weeks old. Enoch was given to Uncle and Aunt Smith, but he died in infancy. One day Isaacs's father brought Isaac to the Smith home and left him in the yard, kissed him, and told him to be a good boy. Never again did Isaac see or hear from his father. Isaac had two brothers and one sister older than him. The brothers were George Harrison and Lamuel Washington; the sister was Sarah. After moving to Mt. Pleasant, he went away to various places for employment. He returned and was married to Emeline Maria Tidwell on December 24, 1875, by David Candland. Later he went to the Endowment House and was sealed to Emeline. They also had their three oldest children sealed to them at that time. They were Louisa Jane, Mary Eleanor, and Charity Rosalia. Later five other children were born. When Isaac went to the temple for sealings, he was instructed to take his own name and establish it. Instead of Smith, it was Phipps. After that, he went by both names B Isaac Smith and Isaac Phipps. (In later years Isaac and Emeline received their second anointings in the Manti Temple.) Isaac was baptized at the age of 8 years, in 1853. He was religious and held the gospel very dear to him. His greatest desire was to live the gospel and have his family do likewise. He wanted them to be religious and to have faith in the gospel. He bore his testimony of its truthfulness often to his children at home. Just a few days before he died, he said, if I could leave my family either wealthy or with a testimony of the gospel, I would leave them a testimony of the gospel. He was active in the church and attended sacrament and priesthood meetings regularly. He was a High Priest and a ward teacher for many years and was a full tithe payer. When I was a little girl my father would tell me stories while I scratched his head and combed his hair after he had gone to bed. He would do his chores early in the evening and have his supper and go to bed to read. He got up in the morning really early so he was tired. He told me about a little bird that saved his life when he was a boy. He was plowing for a man and had gone around the field several times. When he came to some bushes he stopped to let the horses rest and he lay down under a bush to rest, too. A little bird came and lit on the bush above his head and then flew and lit on the toe of his shoe and then back on the bush above his head. The bird did this three or four times. The last time he didn=t light on his toe but on the ground by his feet. Father raised up to see where the bird had gone and there was a large rattlesnake all curled up and ready to strike him. Father lay down quickly and rolled out into the plowed ground away from the snake to where he was safe. The little bird saved his life. When Father was about nine or ten years old he got lost and didn't know which way to go to find his home. He was up in the hills where there were a lot of cedar trees. This was when they were living in Southern Utah. Quite a few Indians were living there and the white people were afraid of them. While Father was up in the hills an Indian came by and Father hid among the cedars until he passed by. When the Indian got a ways off, Father would call out and the Indian would come back. Then father would hide again so the Indian would ride away. This happened two or three times. Father was afraid of the Indian and he was afraid to let him go because he was lost. The last time the Indian came back Father let him see him and told the Indian that he was lost. The Indian put Father on his horse with him and took Father where he could see the town where he lived. This Indian was good and Father was glad he came by and showed him how to go home. After Isaac and Emeline were married, they moved to Vermillion, which was later named Venice. It was located east of Richfield, Utah. There Louisa Jane, their first child, was born. About one year later they made a trip to Mt. Pleasant to visit Emeline's parents and the Smiths B John and Jane Tidwell and Joseph and Abigail Smith. After much consideration at that time, they decided to sell their place in Vermillion and move to Mt. Pleasant. Isaac took up a homestead of 160 acres of land half-mile south of the city cemetery on the south side of town and built a log cabin on it. They lived in the cabin while he built a large frame house. There they resided the rest of their lives and the other children were born: Mary Eleanor, Charity Rosalia, Sarah Abbie, Lettie, Isaac Leslie, Leo Raymond, and a baby girl who died at birth. During the first few years, Isaac raised sheep and cattle. He later sold the sheep and most of the cattle and the land (all but 30 acres). Then he went away from home and found employment for awhile. On returning home, he put part of his farm in fruit trees and small berries B strawberries, raspberries, currants, blackberries, gooseberries, etc. He also raised watermelons, cantaloupes, and many different kinds of fruits and vegetables for the market. He was a successful farmer and a good horticulturist for his day. He also raised some grain, had milk cows and other farm animals. At one time he had a beautiful team of horses and a buggy horse which was the pride of the family. Her name was Bess. On Sundays crowds of people would come out to the farm to buy fruit and melons. That was a part of their recreation in those days. Ella can remember when we could go out and pick strawberries by moonlight. The berries were large, and the father had the plants in perfect rows. For years he never had to take his produce to market because people would come to the farm to get it. The farm was made into a pretty place, a happy home; and it remained so for years until after father=s death. The children remember the happy days they spent on the farm and also the work they had to do in helping both on the farm and in the house. I remember the large threshing machine and the big horses that went around and around while the wheat came rolling out of the side of the machine and filled the large sacks. Mother would cook big dinners for the men who ran the thresher. It was a holiday for us children. It wasn=t all work on the farm; there were times for play too. Father put up a large swing and a merry-go-round for the children. Large crowds of young people would come out from town to swing and eat watermelons. They could see Moroni when they swang as high as the swing could go. (This was Ella's comment). When the younger children were in their teens, father bought a hammock and a large lawn swing which the family enjoyed, as did many others. Andrew courted me in the hammock by the light of the moon and in the evening breeze. While clearing part of the land of sagebrush, the younger children would pile up the brush and at night have large bonfires. They would roast potatoes and play outside games by the light of the fire. As soon as the young people in town would see the fire, they would hurry out to join in the fun.  Nine ranch families lived neighbors to the Phipps family: Hyrum Branstead, Chris Rassmussen, Arnold Bigler, Jerome Zabriskie, Arthur Averett, Jacob Bigler, Oscar Barton, John Zabriskie, and Willie Winkler. We would have parties and would get together for suppers and then spend the evening playing games. There was one family that was special friends to the Phipps family. They were the members of the Jacob Bigler family. They had the same number of children in their family as we had in ours and all of us were good friends all their lives. Isaac learned to play the violin when a boy. He used a violin he made from a gourd until he was a young man and bought himself a violin. He played for many dances which were held in the homes, as well as for other small gatherings for many years. Father bore his testimony many times of the truthfulness of the gospel and the power of the priesthood to his family. He told of an experience he had once when he was rounding up his cattle west of his home (where the airport is now). While riding fast the saddle turned on his horse, throwing him among the rocks, hitting his head a blow, and breaking three ribs. He said his spirit left his body and went home. He saw Mother raking leaves on the west side of the house as it was the fall of the year. He saw a personage and asked what this was all about. He said your spirit has left your body. He could see his body lying on the ground. His thoughts were, AWhat will Mother and the children do? He said when his spirit entered his body it was like two trains coming together and every inch of his body tingled with pain especially his head. Some way he managed to drag himself as far as the cemetery where he met a man who took him home. They immediately wanted to send for a doctor, but father said, ANo, just sends for grandfather Tidwell. John Tidwell, Sr. my mother=s father.) They did as he requested; and when John Tidwell gave him a blessing and administered to him, he almost immediately felt his ribs go into place, and within a few days, he was back to work again. John H. Tidwell had great faith and loved the Lord and my father had great faith, too. When he recovered, he related the incident to Mother and asked her if she was raking leaves at the time of his accident. She recalled that she was. Another time the power of the priesthood was manifested in our home. Rosalia Phipps Tripp (Delmer's mother) was ill with brights disease when she was about 14 years old. The doctor came out every day and did what he could for her, but nothing seemed to help her. So he quit coming. One day she got much worse and looked as if she would pass away. Father went for the doctor who refused to come out because he said he had done all he could for her. When father came home he said to mother, all the help we can get will come from the Lord. I can remember all of the children kneeling down by her bedside while father and mother placed their hands on her head and blessed her. Immediately after taking their hands from her head, she raised up in bed and said, AI am well. I feel like getting up and doing mother=s work. In a few days, she was up and well again. Father died November 27, 1911, and was buried in the Mt. Pleasant City Cemetery. Mother continued to live on the farm and carry on the work until the time of her death February 20, 1926.

 

 

 

HOME OF JAMES MARTIN ALLRED AND HIS FIRST WIFE CHRISTIANA GUSTAVE ANDERSON ~~~Updated by Tudy Barentsen Standlee

 

Isaac Newton Phipps and Emeline Mariah Tidwell Phipps ~~~ Pioneers of the Month ~~~ April 2021

Son of Isaac Phipps and Mary Eleanor Dean

Lettie Phipps Peterson wrote this life story date unknown. Additional stories were added from a document called, A1979 remembrances by Lettie Phipps Peterson recorded for her son, Wayne.@

[During his life, he went by Isaac Newton Phipps, Jr. because the Smith family had told him he was named after his father. After further research it has been determined that his father did not carry the middle name A Newton, therefore, he should not be referred to as Jr. Since this life story was written without this knowledge, we are leaving the Jr. and Sr. in this version. His birthdate was also found to be 24 May 1845, but he did not know this, so always celebrated on June 18th. His siblings were Sarah Jane, Lemmon Washington, William Harrison, and Enoch Ferman.]

Isaac Newton Phipps, Jr., son of Isaac Newton Phipps, Sr. and Mary Eleanor Dean, was born June 18, 1845, in Slippery Rock, Butler County, Pennsylvania.

He came to Utah when a very small boy with Uncle and Aunt Smith (Joseph and Abigail Smith) reared him after the death of his mother. They came to Salt Lake City and settled in West Jordan. Later they moved to the Dixie Country and resided in a small settlement called Sappi.

They moved to Mt. Pleasant, Utah in 1864. Isaac was one of eight children the Smiths reared B, not of their own. Opal Scoville=s great grandmother, Sarah Clark, was one of them.

Isaac was three years old when his mother died; his brother Enoch was six weeks old. Enoch was given to Uncle and Aunt Smith, but he died in infancy.

One day Isaacs's father brought Isaac to the Smith home and left him in the yard, kissed him, and told him to be a good boy. Never again did Isaac see or hear from his father.

Isaac had two brothers and one sister older than him. The brothers were George Harrison and Lamuel Washington; the sister was Sarah. After moving to Mt. Pleasant, he went away to various places for employment. He returned and was married to Emeline Maria Tidwell on December 24, 1875, by David Candland. Later he went to the Endowment House and was sealed to Emeline. They also had their three oldest children sealed to them at that time. They were Louisa Jane, Mary Eleanor, and Charity Rosalia. Later five other children were born.

When Isaac went to the temple for sealings, he was instructed to take his own name and establish it. Instead of Smith, it was Phipps. After that, he went by both names B Isaac Smith and Isaac Phipps. (In later years Isaac and Emeline received their second anointings in the Manti Temple.)

Isaac was baptized at the age of 8 years, in 1853. He was religious and held the gospel very dear to him. His greatest desire was to live the gospel and have his family do likewise. He wanted them to be religious and to have faith in the gospel. He bore his testimony of its truthfulness often to his children at home. Just a few days before he died, he said, if I could leave my family either wealthy or with a testimony of the gospel, I would leave them a testimony of the gospel. He was active in the church and attended sacrament and priesthood meetings regularly. He was a High Priest and a ward teacher for many years and was a full tithe payer.

When I was a little girl my father would tell me stories while I scratched his head and combed his hair after he had gone to bed. He would do his chores early in the evening and have his supper and go to bed to read. He got up in the morning really early so he was tired.

He told me about a little bird that saved his life when he was a boy. He was plowing for a man and had gone around the field several times. When he came to some bushes he stopped to let the horses rest and he lay down under a bush to rest, too. A little bird came and lit on the bush above his head and then flew and lit on the toe of his shoe and then back on the bush above his head. The bird did this three or four times. The last time he didn=t light on his toe but on the ground by his feet. Father raised up to see where the bird had gone and there was a large rattlesnake all curled up and ready to strike him. Father lay down quickly and rolled out into the plowed ground away from the snake to where he was safe. The little bird saved his life.

When Father was about nine or ten years old he got lost and didn't know which way to go to find his home. He was up in the hills where there were a lot of cedar trees. This was when they were living in Southern Utah. Quite a few Indians were living there and the white people were afraid of them. While Father was up in the hills an Indian came by and Father hid among the cedars until he passed by. When the Indian got a ways off, Father would call out and the Indian would come back. Then father would hide again so the Indian would ride away. This happened two or three times. Father was afraid of the Indian and he was afraid to let him go because he was lost. The last time the Indian came back Father let him see him and told the Indian that he was lost. The Indian put Father on his horse with him and took Father where he could see the town where he lived. This Indian was good and Father was glad he came by and showed him how to go home.

After Isaac and Emeline were married, they moved to Vermillion, which was later named Venice. It was located east of Richfield, Utah. There Louisa Jane, their first child, was born. About one year later they made a trip to Mt. Pleasant to visit Emeline=s parents and the Smiths B John and Jane Tidwell and Joseph and Abigail Smith. After much consideration at that time, they decided to sell their place in Vermillion and move to Mt. Pleasant. Isaac took up a homestead of 160 acres of land half-mile south of the city cemetery on the south side of town and built a log cabin on it. They lived in the cabin while he built a large frame house. There they resided the rest of their lives and the other children were born: Mary Eleanor, Charity Rosalia, Sarah Abbie, Lettie, Isaac Leslie, Leo Raymond, and a baby girl who died at birth.

During the first few years, Isaac raised sheep and cattle. He later sold the sheep and most of the cattle and the land (all but 30 acres). Then he went away from home and found employment for awhile. On returning home, he put part of his farm in fruit trees and small berries B strawberries, raspberries, currants, blackberries, gooseberries, etc. He also raised watermelons, cantaloupes, and many different kinds of fruits and vegetables for the market. He was a successful farmer and a good horticulturist for his day. He also raised some grain, had milk cows and other farm animals. At one time he had a beautiful team of horses and a buggy horse which was the pride of the family. Her name was Bess.

On Sundays crowds of people would come out to the farm to buy fruit and melons. That was a part of their recreation in those days. Ella can remember when we could go out and pick strawberries by moonlight. The berries were large, and the father had the plants in perfect rows. For years he never had to take his produce to market because people would come to the farm to get it. The farm was made into a pretty place, a happy home; and it remained so for years until after father=s death.

The children remember the happy days they spent on the farm and also the work they had to do in helping both on the farm and in the house. I remember the large threshing machine and the big horses that went around and around while the wheat came rolling out of the side of the machine and filled the large sacks. Mother would cook big dinners for the men who ran the thresher. It was a holiday for us children. It wasn=t all work on the farm; there were times for play too.

Father put up a large swing and a merry-go-round for the children. Large crowds of young people would come out from town to swing and eat watermelons. They could see Moroni when they swang as high as the swing could go. (This was Ella=s comment).

When the younger children were in their teens, father bought a hammock and a large lawn swing which the family enjoyed, as did many others. Andrew courted me in the hammock by the light of the moon and in the evening breeze. While clearing part of the land of sagebrush, the younger children would pile up the brush and at night have large bonfires. They would roast potatoes and play outside games by the light of the fire. As soon as the young people in town would see the fire, they would hurry out to join in the fun.

There were nine ranch families who lived neighbors to the Phipps family: Hyrum Branstead, Chris Rassmussen, Arnold Bigler, Jerome Zabriskie, Arthur Averett, Jacob Bigler, Oscar Barton, John Zabriskie, and Willie Winkler. We would have parties and would get together for suppers and then spend the evening playing games.

There was one family that was special friends to the Phipps family. They were the members of the Jacob Bigler family. They had the same number of children in their family as we had in ours and all of us were good friends all their lives.

Isaac learned to play the violin when a boy. He used a violin he made from a gourd until he was a young man and bought himself a violin. He played for many dances which were held in the homes, as well as for other small gatherings for many years.

Father bore his testimony many times of the truthfulness of the gospel and the power of the priesthood to his family. He told of an experience he had once when he was rounding up his cattle west of his home (where the airport is now). While riding fast the saddle turned on his horse, throwing him among the rocks, hitting his head a blow, and breaking three ribs. He said his spirit left his body and went home. He saw Mother raking leaves on the west side of the house as it was the fall of the year. He saw a personage and asked what this was all about. He said your spirit has left your body.@ He could see his body lying on the ground. His thoughts were, AWhat will Mother and the children do?@ He said when his spirit entered his body it was like two trains coming together and every inch of his body tingled with pain especially his head. Some way he managed to drag himself as far as the cemetery where he met a man who took him home. They immediately wanted to send for a doctor, but father said, ANo, just sends for grandfather Tidwell.@ (John Tidwell, Sr. my mother=s father.) They did as he requested; and when John Tidwell gave him a blessing and administered to him, he almost immediately felt his ribs go into place, and within a few days, he was back to work again. John H. Tidwell had great faith and loved the Lord and my father had great faith, too. When he recovered, he related the incident to Mother and asked her if she was raking leaves at the time of his accident. She recalled that she was.

Another time the power of the priesthood was manifested in our home. Rosalia Phipps Tripp (Delmer=s mother) was ill with brights disease when she was about 14 years old. The doctor came out every day and did what he could for her, but nothing seemed to help her. So he quit coming. One day she got much worse and looked as if she would pass away. Father went for the doctor who refused to come out because he said he had done all he could for her. When father came home he said to mother, all the help we can get will come from the Lord.@ I can remember all of the children kneeling down by her bedside while father and mother placed their hands on her head and blessed her. Immediately after taking their hands from her head, she raised up in bed and said, AI am well. I feel like getting up and doing mother=s work.@ In a few days, she was up and well again.

Father died November 27, 1911, and was buried in the Mt. Pleasant City Cemetery. Mother continued to live on the farm and carry on the work until the time of her death February 20, 1926.

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 Isaac Newton Phipps

  24 May 1845 - 27 Nov. 1911 Son of Isaac Phipps and Mary Eleanor Dean Lettie Phipps Peterson wrote this life story date unknown. Additional stories were added from a document called, A1979 remembrances by Lettie Phipps Peterson recorded for her son, Wayne.@ [During his life, he went by Isaac Newton Phipps, Jr. because the Smith family had told him he was named after his father. After further research it has been determined that his father did not carry the middle name A Newton, therefore, he should not be referred to as Jr. Since this life story was written without this knowledge, we are leaving the Jr. and Sr. in this version. His birthdate was also found to be 24 May 1845, but he did not know this, so always celebrated on June 18th. His siblings were Sarah Jane, Lemmon Washington, William Harrison, and Enoch Ferman.] Isaac Newton Phipps, Jr., son of Isaac Newton Phipps, Sr. and Mary Eleanor Dean, was born June 18, 1845, in Slippery Rock, Butler County, Pennsylvania. He came to Utah when a very small boy with Uncle and Aunt Smith (Joseph and Abigail Smith) reared him after the death of his mother. They came to Salt Lake City and settled in West Jordan. Later they moved to the Dixie Country and resided in a small settlement called Sappi. They moved to Mt. Pleasant, Utah in 1864. Isaac was one of eight children the Smiths reared B, not of their own. Opal Scoville=s great grandmother, Sarah Clark, was one of them. Isaac was three years old when his mother died; his brother Enoch was six weeks old. Enoch was given to Uncle and Aunt Smith, but he died in infancy. One day Isaacs's father brought Isaac to the Smith home and left him in the yard, kissed him, and told him to be a good boy. Never again did Isaac see or hear from his father. Isaac had two brothers and one sister older than him. The brothers were George Harrison and Lamuel Washington; the sister was Sarah. After moving to Mt. Pleasant, he went away to various places for employment. He returned and was married to Emeline Maria Tidwell on December 24, 1875, by David Candland. Later he went to the Endowment House and was sealed to Emeline. They also had their three oldest children sealed to them at that time. They were Louisa Jane, Mary Eleanor, and Charity Rosalia. Later five other children were born. When Isaac went to the temple for sealings, he was instructed to take his own name and establish it. Instead of Smith, it was Phipps. After that, he went by both names B Isaac Smith and Isaac Phipps. (In later years Isaac and Emeline received their second anointings in the Manti Temple.) Isaac was baptized at the age of 8 years, in 1853. He was religious and held the gospel very dear to him. His greatest desire was to live the gospel and have his family do likewise. He wanted them to be religious and to have faith in the gospel. He bore his testimony of its truthfulness often to his children at home. Just a few days before he died, he said, if I could leave my family either wealthy or with a testimony of the gospel, I would leave them a testimony of the gospel. He was active in the church and attended sacrament and priesthood meetings regularly. He was a High Priest and a ward teacher for many years and was a full tithe payer. When I was a little girl my father would tell me stories while I scratched his head and combed his hair after he had gone to bed. He would do his chores early in the evening and have his supper and go to bed to read. He got up in the morning really early so he was tired. He told me about a little bird that saved his life when he was a boy. He was plowing for a man and had gone around the field several times. When he came to some bushes he stopped to let the horses rest and he lay down under a bush to rest, too. A little bird came and lit on the bush above his head and then flew and lit on the toe of his shoe and then back on the bush above his head. The bird did this three or four times. The last time he didn=t light on his toe but on the ground by his feet. Father raised up to see where the bird had gone and there was a large rattlesnake all curled up and ready to strike him. Father lay down quickly and rolled out into the plowed ground away from the snake to where he was safe. The little bird saved his life. When Father was about nine or ten years old he got lost and didn't know which way to go to find his home. He was up in the hills where there were a lot of cedar trees. This was when they were living in Southern Utah. Quite a few Indians were living there and the white people were afraid of them. While Father was up in the hills an Indian came by and Father hid among the cedars until he passed by. When the Indian got a ways off, Father would call out and the Indian would come back. Then father would hide again so the Indian would ride away. This happened two or three times. Father was afraid of the Indian and he was afraid to let him go because he was lost. The last time the Indian came back Father let him see him and told the Indian that he was lost. The Indian put Father on his horse with him and took Father where he could see the town where he lived. This Indian was good and Father was glad he came by and showed him how to go home. After Isaac and Emeline were married, they moved to Vermillion, which was later named Venice. It was located east of Richfield, Utah. There Louisa Jane, their first child, was born. About one year later they made a trip to Mt. Pleasant to visit Emeline=s parents and the Smiths B John and Jane Tidwell and Joseph and Abigail Smith. After much consideration at that time, they decided to sell their place in Vermillion and move to Mt. Pleasant. Isaac took up a homestead of 160 acres of land half-mile south of the city cemetery on the south side of town and built a log cabin on it. They lived in the cabin while he built a large frame house. There they resided the rest of their lives and the other children were born: Mary Eleanor, Charity Rosalia, Sarah Abbie, Lettie, Isaac Leslie, Leo Raymond, and a baby girl who died at birth. During the first few years, Isaac raised sheep and cattle. He later sold the sheep and most of the cattle and the land (all but 30 acres). Then he went away from home and found employment for awhile. On returning home, he put part of his farm in fruit trees and small berries B strawberries, raspberries, currants, blackberries, gooseberries, etc. He also raised watermelons, cantaloupes, and many different kinds of fruits and vegetables for the market. He was a successful farmer and a good horticulturist for his day. He also raised some grain, had milk cows and other farm animals. At one time he had a beautiful team of horses and a buggy horse which was the pride of the family. Her name was Bess. On Sundays crowds of people would come out to the farm to buy fruit and melons. That was a part of their recreation in those days. Ella can remember when we could go out and pick strawberries by moonlight. The berries were large, and the father had the plants in perfect rows. For years he never had to take his produce to market because people would come to the farm to get it. The farm was made into a pretty place, a happy home; and it remained so for years until after father=s death. The children remember the happy days they spent on the farm and also the work they had to do in helping both on the farm and in the house. I remember the large threshing machine and the big horses that went around and around while the wheat came rolling out of the side of the machine and filled the large sacks. Mother would cook big dinners for the men who ran the thresher. It was a holiday for us children. It wasn=t all work on the farm; there were times for play too. Father put up a large swing and a merry-go-round for the children. Large crowds of young people would come out from town to swing and eat watermelons. They could see Moroni when they swang as high as the swing could go. (This was Ella=s comment). When the younger children were in their teens, father bought a hammock and a large lawn swing which the family enjoyed, as did many others. Andrew courted me in the hammock by the light of the moon and in the evening breeze. While clearing part of the land of sagebrush, the younger children would pile up the brush and at night have large bonfires. They would roast potatoes and play outside games by the light of the fire. As soon as the young people in town would see the fire, they would hurry out to join in the fun. There were nine ranch families who lived neighbors to the Phipps family: Hyrum Branstead, Chris Rassmussen, Arnold Bigler, Jerome Zabriskie, Arthur Averett, Jacob Bigler, Oscar Barton, John Zabriskie, and Willie Winkler. We would have parties and would get together for suppers and then spend the evening playing games. There was one family that was special friends to the Phipps family. They were the members of the Jacob Bigler family. They had the same number of children in their family as we had in ours and all of us were good friends all their lives. Isaac learned to play the violin when a boy. He used a violin he made from a gourd until he was a young man and bought himself a violin. He played for many dances which were held in the homes, as well as for other small gatherings for many years. Father bore his testimony many times of the truthfulness of the gospel and the power of the priesthood to his family. He told of an experience he had once when he was rounding up his cattle west of his home (where the airport is now). While riding fast the saddle turned on his horse, throwing him among the rocks, hitting his head a blow, and breaking three ribs. He said his spirit left his body and went home. He saw Mother raking leaves on the west side of the house as it was the fall of the year. He saw a personage and asked what this was all about. He said your spirit has left your body.@ He could see his body lying on the ground. His thoughts were, AWhat will Mother and the children do?@ He said when his spirit entered his body it was like two trains coming together and every inch of his body tingled with pain especially his head. Some way he managed to drag himself as far as the cemetery where he met a man who took him home. They immediately wanted to send for a doctor, but father said, ANo, just sends for grandfather Tidwell.@ (John Tidwell, Sr. my mother=s father.) They did as he requested; and when John Tidwell gave him a blessing and administered to him, he almost immediately felt his ribs go into place, and within a few days, he was back to work again. John H. Tidwell had great faith and loved the Lord and my father had great faith, too. When he recovered, he related the incident to Mother and asked her if she was raking leaves at the time of his accident. She recalled that she was. Another time the power of the priesthood was manifested in our home. Rosalia Phipps Tripp (Delmer=s mother) was ill with brights disease when she was about 14 years old. The doctor came out every day and did what he could for her, but nothing seemed to help her. So he quit coming. One day she got much worse and looked as if she would pass away. Father went for the doctor who refused to come out because he said he had done all he could for her. When father came home he said to mother, all the help we can get will come from the Lord.@ I can remember all of the children kneeling down by her bedside while father and mother placed their hands on her head and blessed her. Immediately after taking their hands from her head, she raised up in bed and said, AI am well. I feel like getting up and doing mother=s work.@ In a few days, she was up and well again. Father died November 27, 1911, and was buried in the Mt. Pleasant City Cemetery. Mother continued to live on the farm and carry on the work until the time of her death February 20, 1926.