Showing posts with label Sanders. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Sanders. Show all posts

Friday, June 19, 2026

PRITCHETT FAMILY PHOTOS ~~~MEN WITH BEARDS ~~~PIONEER DAY IN MT. PLEASANT 1947


I have posted this picture before.  However, this one is so much better. I found this one while searching

 Family Search for Pritchett Family records. John Frank Pritchett and Olive Monsen Pritchett were very much involved in Mt. Pleasant Pioneer Day. For many years, they furnished the Kentucky Fried Chicken that everyone so enjoyed. 


The following photos are from the Pritchett research I was doing.  My Grandmother was Sarah Emma Pritchett Rigby. 




Saturday, January 24, 2026

THE THUNDER MUG ~~~~ BY OWEN SANDERS

 



This Bowl is not a cookie jar
Nor a porcelain pot for pickles;
But it is a thunder-mug
For Brisk nocturnal trickles!

This portable, versatile vessel
Artistic, or very plain
Was a blessing to the occupant
To ease the night-time strain.

It was easily clutched by a frantic hand
When the urgent call came ringing
And the muted vibrations
Could set the crock'ry singing.

On frosty nights, the chilling rim
Near shocked the sagging rear;
Thus, timid souls with dainty skin
Oft' viewed this pot with fear.

They perched in regal splendor
Upon this porcelain throne;
And endless thoughts were siftedOf problems in the home
For musical notes rang down the scale
From peals to thunderous rumbles;
And saved some sleepy footsteps
O'er trails beset with stumbles.

It changed the chore of midnight strolls
For half a lot or more;
And hazards of the winding trail
Beneath the glinting star.

Disposal was a dreary drudge
Where no one volunteered;
So mothers had the dismal chore
Ere morning sun appeared.

When tub and privy moved indoors
To occupy a closet,
The thunder-mug lay silent
And receive no more deposit.

Give us friends of yester-year
But not the sledge and axe;
Give us comforts that we love
But not a crushing tax.

Let us twang our heart strings
With one nostalgic tug;
But save us from the usage
Of the gleaming Thunder-Mug!

We often yearn for "The Good Old Days"
Before life's grand completion;
But the Thunder-Mug is one device
We'd ask for a firm deletion!!!

Tuesday, June 17, 2025

Joe Duncan

 


The picture above shows the Prophet Joseph Smith dressed in his Lieutenant General uniform. The Prophet rode this horse in maneuvers of the Nauvoo Legion and many other occasions.





While living in Nauvoo, Moses Martin Sanders and his wife Amanda Armstrong Faucett Sanders lived as neighbors to the Prophet, Joseph Smith, and they cherished their association with the Smith Family. Moses owned a very beautiful, but unruly horse. As Moses was often away from home, performing church duties, it fell to the lot of Amanda to lead this horse to water and she was really afraid of him. He was very high spirited.


One day the Prophet Joseph said to his neighbor, Moses, "Brother Sanders, give the horse to me and I'll promise that you will never lose by it." Moses Martin replied, "I would, but I am afraid that he may hurt you." Then the Prophet said, "No, he would never hurt me." So Moses tossed him the rope and said, "He is yours." The horse was called "JOE DUNCAN", a very beautiful, intelligent animal.




Moses Martin Sanders Sr. and Amanda Armstrong Faucett Sanders 


Wednesday, January 22, 2025

PROVOCATIVE PEEK ! by Owen Sanders


 

 I remember Owen as a salesman.  When he was up this way in Sanpete County he would stop and say hello. He was a salesman for Scholzen Products in Hurricane.  He knew that I (Kathy) was a descendant of Moses Martin Sanders and that made us distant cousins. 

He was well known for his poetry.  Many poems of his can be found on our blog.


Owen Sanders 

Words we used in 'Olden Days'


Have faded with time;
Today, we'll bring them back again
And place a few in rhyme.

Singletrees and neck yokes
Doubletrees and blinders,
Belly band and martingale
Tug chains lines and binders

Bolsters bows and reaches
Stay chains, tongues, and thimbles;
Fellies, spokes and kingpins
Croupers, hames, and spindles

Chimneys, wicks, and tallow
Sadirons, flatirons, trivets;
Scrub boards, churns, and dashers,
Half soles, brads, and rivets.

Steelyards, toils, and tally sticks
Snath and Scythe and sickles;
Grindstones, rasps, and cradles
Spigots, barrels, and pickles.

Thunder mugs and cauldrons
Hearths and blackened kettles;
Woolen dyed with walnut--
Horsehair padded settles.

Brigham Tea and Pine Gum Salve
Golden seal and yarrow;
Shampoo soap from yucca roots
Hardwood teeth for harrow.

Plodding ox and stubborn mule
Buckboards, carts, and sleds;
Ising glass for windows
Rawhide springs for beds.

Corn shucks for the mattress
Straw and limbs for sheds;
Logs for rustic cabins
Shakes for roofs o'er heads.

Button shoes and button hooks
Muffs and padded bustles
Petticoats and bloomers
Hatpins shawls and ruffles.

Weaving, braiding, plaiting
Knitting, netting, tatting;
Stitching, darning, quilting
Carpet rags and batting.

We could write in endless rhyme
Until all heads were reeling
But we believe we've said enough
To give an Old Time Feeling !!!









 



Wednesday, January 17, 2024

WORDS OF YESTERDAY ~~~ Poem written by Owen Sanders

 I remember Owen as a salesman.  When he was up this way in Sanpete County he would stop and say hello. He was a salesman for Scholzen Products in Hurricane.  He knew that I (Kathy) was a descendant of Moses Martin Sanders and that made us distant cousins. 

He was well known for his poetry.  Many poems of his can be found on our blog.


Owen Sanders 

Words we used in 'Olden Days'


Have faded with time;
Today, we'll bring them back again
And place a few in rhyme.

Singletrees and neck yokes
Doubletrees and blinders,
Belly band and martingale
Tug chains lines and binders

Bolsters bows and reaches
Stay chains, tongues, and thimbles;
Fellies, spokes and kingpins
Croupers, hames, and spindles

Chimneys, wicks, and tallow
Sadirons, flatirons, trivets;
Scrub boards, churns, and dashers,
Half soles, brads, and rivets.

Steelyards, toils, and tally sticks
Snath and Scythe and sickles;
Grindstones, rasps, and cradles
Spigots, barrels, and pickles.

Thunder mugs and cauldrons
Hearths and blackened kettles;
Woolen dyed with walnut--
Horsehair padded settles.

Brigham Tea and Pine Gum Salve
Golden seal and yarrow;
Shampoo soap from yucca roots
Hardwood teeth for harrow.

Plodding ox and stubborn mule
Buckboards, carts, and sleds;
Ising glass for windows
Rawhide springs for beds.

Corn shucks for the mattress
Straw and limbs for sheds;
Logs for rustic cabins
Shakes for roofs o'er heads.

Button shoes and button hooks
Muffs and padded bustles
Petticoats and bloomers
Hatpins shawls and ruffles.

Weaving, braiding, plaiting
Knitting, netting, tatting;
Stitching, darning, quilting
Carpet rags and batting.

We could write in endless rhyme
Until all heads were reeling
But we believe we've said enough
To give an Old Time Feeling !!!







There Ain't No Santa Claus!



Wednesday, July 26, 2023












 























While living in Nauvoo, Moses Martin Sanders and his wife Amanda Armstrong Faucett Sanders lived as neighbors to the Prophet Joseph Smith.  They cherished their association with the Smith Family.

Moses owned a very beautiful, but unruly horse. As Moses was often away from home, performing church duties, it fell upon Amanda to lead the horse to water.  She was really afraid of him.  He was very high-spirited.

One day the Prophet Joseph said to his neighbor, Moses "Brother Sanders, give the horse to me and I'll promise that you will never lose by it".

Moses Martin replied, "I would but I am afraid that he may hurt you."  Then the Prophet said, "No, he would never hurt me." So Moses tossed him the rope and said, "He is yours." 

The horse was called "JOE DUNCAN",  a very beautiful intelligent animal.

Tuesday, May 30, 2023

Emma Sanders Tidwell

 


 
Emma Sanders Tidwell


HISTORY OF EMMA SANDERS TIDWELL Born 23 Jan 1841 — Nauvoo, Illinois Died 5 Oct 1916 — Moroni, Sanpete Co., Utah Came to Utah 1850 Married James Harvey Tidwell — 1857 History filed by Granddaughter Ora H. Lund D.U.P. Historian History arranged by Nora Lund, D.U.P. Historian Information furnished by a Grandaughter, Ora Hutchinson Petersen Arranged by Nora Lund, D.U.P. historian HISTORY OF EMMA SANDERS TIDWELL Emma Sanders was born 23 Jan. 1841 in Nauvoo, Hancock County, Illinois. She was the 9th child in a family of 12 children born to Moses Martin and Amanda Armstrong Faucett Sanders. Her brothers and sisters were: William, Carl - died young, Richard Twigg, John Franklin, Rebecca Ann, Martha Brown, David Walker, Joseph Moroni, Sidney Rigdon, Eliza Jane, Hyrum Smith and Moses Martin Jr. Emma’s parents were from the deep South. Her father was born in Georgia and her mother in Tennessee. The family made their home in Tennessee until 1829 when they moved to Montgomery County, Illinois. On the 28th of January, 1835 her parents were baptized member of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter—Day Saints. They moved to Far West, Missouri where the Mormons were gathering at that time. By 1839 we find them living in Nauvoo, Illinois assisting in the building up of the City, participating in the ******** of the temple, where they received their endowments in January of 1846. The prophet Joseph Smith loved little children and took a special interest in grandmother, naming her Emma after his wife Emma. She remembered sitting on his lap. It was a great sorrow to the Sanders family when the Prophet was killed. When Emma was 5 years old her family left their home in Nauvoo and took refuge in Iowa. Her father was one of the stalwart men who assisted all he could in getting the Saints across the Mississippi river that cold winter of 1846. Thousands of people who had fled with scarcely nothing but their lives made quite a city at Winter Quarters. Early in January of 1847 the Lord made it known to Brigham Young. President of the twelve apostles, who was leading the Saints, that it was time to go the long distance to the Rocky Mountains to find refuge for his harassed people. Martin Sanders and his family made the necessary preparations to cross the Plains in 1850 and arrived in the valley of the Great Salt Lake that fall. Martin didn’t remain long in Salt Lake because President Young sent him on to colonize new settlements. His history says he was called to different towns He was one of the first to move to Fillmore and in 1859 he was called to settle Fairview Sanpete Co. and he stopped in Mt. Pleasant. His family story is that Emma was working at a boarding house in Fillmore. As she came down the stairs into the main dining room, she immediately attracted the attention of one of the men there. This man was James Harvey Tidwell, a freighter. He had a wife and child at home in Pleasant Grove, and had no particular thought of going into polygamy, though the practice was being encouraged by the Church authorities. But as he beheld this beautiful, young 16 year old girl with golden red hair, sparkling blue eyes and a pleasant smile, he knew that he was going to marry her. He made her acquaintance, courted her and married her in the Salt Lake Endowment House Feb 26, 1857. Emma’s first child was born in Pleasant Grove 26 Nov. 1858. His name was John Franklin Tidwell. He married Caroline Johanson. It was in June of 1859 when Emma’s husband accepted the call to Sanpete County and they made their way to Pleasant Creek (Mt. Pleasant). No doubt Emma’s folks were among the group, which would naturally please her, The north end of Sanpete Valley was indeed promising for new homes. Emma was strong and healthy, willing and able to do her part in aiding in the pioneering of this lovely valley. She lived in the Fort which was the first thing built for protection from the Indians who were always lurking around. Added to the ever present Indian danger there was the concern about the food lasting until another harvest, and about obtaining clothing with which to keep warm. As soon as a log cabin could be built, or a dug—out made, families moved from the Fort to their own settlement lots. Their place vacated in the Fort was occupied by a new settler. When the drum would beat, all would rush back to the square for safety. John Tidwell and Hans Simpson were the “Minute Men” of that day. Their horses were left saddled and bridled so that in case of Indian trouble they could ride quickly to Manti or Thistle Valley for help where soldiers were stationed. Black Hawk and his painted warriors terrorized the women and children, and he led his braves in many battle against the white people. (Taken from the book “These Our Fathers”, Mt, Pleasant write—up.) From the family group sheet at hand, we notice that Emma Tidwell regularly gave birth to new babies after coming to Mt. Pleasant. Her 2nd child, William was born l8 July, 1860. He married Ana Draper; 3rd Child, James, born 6 Feb. 1862 married Lauraetta Draper; 4th child, Martha Ann, born 22 Dec. 1863, married John William Pritchett; 5th child, Joseph Martin. born 18th Dec., 1865, married Martha M. Morgan; 6th child, Albert, born 9 Feb. 1868, died 1876; 7th child Rosetta, born 30 Nov. 1869, married John Johansen; 8th child, Willis Hyrum, born 17 Feb. 1871, married Esther Nielson; 9th child, David (twin) born 3 Nov. 1873 -lived 3 hours; 10th child, Nathan Alvin (other twin, lived to maturity but never married); 11th child Cyrus Delbert, born 28 June, 1876, married Calista Vicena Bai1ey; 12th child, Amanda Venretta, born 12 April, 1879, married John U. Bailey; 13th child, Lewis Willard, born 13 Feb. 1881, married Macel Evella Cook; 14th Child, Emma Irene (my mother) born 1 May, l883, married Sidney James Hutchinson. In 1865 Emma Tidwell bid farewell to her parents and brothers and sisters because her father had been called to the Dixie Cotton Mission in St. George. It was there her father died on Nov. 8th, 1878. Her mother died in Tonto Basin, Gila, Arizona where she gave birth to Moses Martin Jr. who was born when his parents were sent there to help colonize that section. James Harvey Tidwell established a home for his wife, Emma, and her little children on the farm called “The Bottoms”, located about half way between Mt. Pleasant and Moroni. Her home was of logs with a dirt floor. Gunny sacks were hung at the windows in lieu of glass. Emma was so very frightened when the Indians would come and stick their heads through the opening demanding——”piggy meat and sugar”. Other frightening experiences she and her children encountered were when the U.S. Marshals would come looking for her husband, trying to arrest him and put him in prison for co—habitation. On the farm, she and the little boys would break and milk wild range cows. From the milk, she would make butter and cheese. Besides supplying her own family, she kept the 1st wife and her family supplied with these commodities also. Finally Emma’s husband moved her and her family to Moroni where some of the older children were living. Her home was a comfortable two—story frame house, made out of rough lumber. Here she remained the rest of her days. Emma had a natural talent for taking care of the sick. She was the first person called, or sent for, when help was needed in sickness. She was away from home a good deal of the time in her lifetime taking care of the sick. She knew the medicinal value in herbs and was very successful in using them. She was only 55 years old when she was left widow. Her husband, James Harvey, went to Wellington, Carbon County, to visit his son William Henry. While there he took sick and died Sep. 2, 1896. It was a great sorrow and loss to his wives and children when he was brought back in a casket. He was laid to rest in the Mt. Pleasant cemetery. Emma lived on being lovingly cared for by her children until Oct. 5, 1916 when she died at the age of 75 years. She was buried beside her husband in Mt. Pleasant, Sanpete County, Utah.

Friday, April 21, 2023

THE THUNDER MUG ~~~ By Owen Sanders (from our archives)

 

 

 



This Bowl is not a cookie jar

Nor a porcelain pot for pickles;

But it is a thunder-mug
For Brisk nocturnal trickles!

This portable, versatile vessel
Artistic, or very plain
Was a blessing to the occupant
To ease the night-time strain.

It was easily clutched by a frantic hand
When the urgent call came ringing
And the muted vibrations
Could set the crock'ry singing.

On frosty nights, the chilling rim
Near shocked the sagging rear;
Thus, timid souls with dainty skin
Oft' viewed this pot with fear.

They perched in regal splendor
Upon this porcelain throne;
And endless thoughts were sifted
Of problems in the home.

For musical notes rang down the scale
From peals to thunderous rumbles;
And saved some sleepy footsteps
O'er trails beset with stumbles.


It changed the chore of midnight strolls

For half a lot or more;

And hazards of the winding trail
Beneath the glinting star.

Disposal was a dreary drudge
Where no one volunteered;
So mothers had the dismal chore
Ere morning sun appeared.

When tub and privy moved indoors
To occupy a closet,
The thunder-mug lay silent
And receive no more deposit.

Give us friends of yester-year
But not the sledge and axe;
Give us comforts that we love
But not a crushing tax.

Let us twang our heart strings
With one nostalgic tug;
But save us from the usage
Of the gleaming Thunder-Mug!

We often yearn for "The Good Old Days"
Before life's grand completion;
But the Thunder-Mug is one device
We'd ask for a firm deletion!!!T

Monday, July 25, 2022

Joe Duncan (from our archives)

 


The picture above shows the Prophet Joseph Smith dressed in his Lieutenant General uniform. The Prophet rode this horse in maneuvers of the Nauvoo Legion and on many other occasions.



While living in Nauvoo, Moses Martin Sanders and his wife Amanda Armstrong Faucett Sanders lived as neighbors to the Prophet, Joseph Smith, and they cherished their association with the Smith Family. Moses owned a very beautiful, but unruly horse. As Moses was often away from home, performing church duties, it fell to the lot of Amanda to lead this horse to water and she was really afraid of him. He was very high-spirited.


One day the Prophet Joseph said to his neighbor, Moses, "Brother Sanders, give the horse to me and I'll promise that you will never lose by it." Moses Martin replied, "I would, but I am afraid that he may hurt you." Then the Prophet said, "No, he would never hurt me." So Moses tossed him the rope and said, "He is yours." The horse was called "JOE DUNCAN", a very beautiful, intelligent animal.



Wednesday, June 29, 2022

WORDS OF YESTERDAY ~~~ by Owen Sanders

 

Words we used in 'Olden Days' Have faded with the time; 
Today, we'll bring them back again And place a few in rhyme.
 Singletrees and neck yokes Doubletrees and blinders, 
Belly band and martingale 
Tug chains lines and binders Bolsters bows and reaches 
Stay chains, tongues and thimbles;
 Fellies, 
spokes and king pins Croupers, hames and spindles 

 Chimneys, wicks and tallow Sadirons, flatirons, trivets; 
Scrub boards, churns and dashers, Half soles, brads and rivets. 
 Steelyards, toils and tally sticks Snath and Scythe and sickles;
 Grindstones, rasps and cradles Spigots, barrels and pickles.
 Thunder mugs and cauldrons Hearths and blackened kettles; 
Woolen dyed with walnut-- Horse hair padded settles.
 Brigham Tea and pine gum salve Golden seal and yarrow;
 Shampoo soap from yucca roots Hardwood teeth for harrow.
 Plodding ox and stubborn mule Buckboards, carts and sleds; 
Ising glass for windows Rawhide springs for beds.
 Corn shucks for the mattress Straw and limbs for sheds;
 Logs for rustic cabins Shakes for roofs o'er heads.
 Button shoes and button hooks Muffs and padded bustles 
Petticoats and bloomers Hatpins shawls and ruffles.
 Weaving, braiding, plaiting Knitting, netting, tatting; 
Stitching, darning, quilting Carpet rags, and batting. 
 We could write in endless rhyme Until all heads were reeling 
But we believe we've said enough

 To give an Old Time Feeling !!!
~~~~~~
Owen became a good friend of ours as well as a
distant cousin.  He worked for a supplier  out of Hurricane, Utah, and made regular stops to the 
Moroni Feed Company.  



Monday, April 18, 2022

The Pritchett Family


I (Kathy Rigby Hafen) used to think it was fun to tell everyone that I was a granddaughter or great granddaughter of Napolean Bonaparte.  Of course, that was really Napolean Bonaparte Pritchett.  My Grandmother, Sarah Pritchett Rigby was a daughter of John Pritchett. 

There are many in the Sanpete area who come from this line.  The Pritchett family
originated in Chattham Smyth County  Virginia. They were early converts to the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints.  





























The family name of Pritchett originated in Wales and according to all known records, is a name of great antiquity, 

having an unbroken male decent from the princes of Wales, between Wye and Severn, a dynasty that lasted from 

the time of Caradoc Vraich, who reigned in 520 AD to the death of Bleddyn, the last prince in 1190 AD. 


During this time the family became very numerous and began to spread out into other parts of the British Isles. 

Many went into Ireland and the middle parts of England. From the period of the close of the reign of Bleddyn until 

about the middle of the 15th century, little is known about the family as few or no records were kept. 


It has to date been impossible to bridge the gap between 1190 and the first Pritchett who came to America. The 

records of the Virginia Historical Society record that Miles Pritchett came to America on a sailing ship, the Star, in 

the year 1612. This was eight years before the pilgrims landed at Plymouth Rock. Apparently he settled in 

Jamestown, Virginia, and from there the family spread out into the area known at that time as the Virginia land 

grant. This area comprised what is now known as Virginia, Kentucky, Delaware, Tennessee and parts of Georgia. 

The Pritchetts were also in Delaware and Maryland as early as 1669. It is in this area that most of the Pritchett 

family are found today and from which the branch of our family originally came. 


It has been difficult to trace a direct line of Pritchetts beyond the middle of the 17th century. Most of this difficulty 

is the direct result of the Civil War. During the various campaigns which the northern troops made into the South, 

many of the churches where the records of our people were kept were burned and it is therefore impossible to 

verify many of the stories and much of the information that has come down from generation to generation and 

from family to family. 


James Mitchell Pritchett, the father of Leonidas Pritchett, was born in Smyth County, Virginia on June 1, 1817 and 

later married Mary Ann Fulcher. To them were born nine children: William, Leonidas, John, Nancy, Thomas, Levi, 

James, Rebecca and Douglas. 


Douglas died at the age of three years but all the other children lived to marry and raise a family. William, the 

eldest, married Peggy Heneger. Leonidas married Elizabeth Ann Heninger. John married Mary V. Hambrick. Nancy 

married John Floyd Young. Thomas married Lovina Chadwick Heninger, and later, after her death he married Ida 

Huntsman. Levi married Ellen Thompson. James married Kate James. Rebecca married Lindsey Brady. 


The descendants of these eight children have spread into nearly all the western states. Many of them have at one 

time or another become interested in their genealogy and have made an attempt to find the records of their 

families. As a result, there has been a tremendous duplication of effort and in many cases, each one has 

interpreted the existing records in their own way, which has resulted in many conflicting claims and dates of 

births, marriages and deaths. 


Written by La Von Fuller Shreeve; date unknown. Found in papers belonging to Hazel Smith Carver, a great 

granddaughter. 


Monday, November 8, 2021

MILBURN SCHOOL by Harold Vance, Saga of the Sanpitch

 

Someone, please send us a picture! 
Request Granted

Herald Vance

Fairview, Utah   1988

I hear the laughter of children. I hear the sometimes jovial, sometimes serious, and concerned conversations of adults. I hear music. I hear mischievous pranks giddily planned by energetic young people. I hear the solemn silence of reverence. Other sounds also drift through my century-old memory: the creak and clatter of wagon wheels over a rutted, rocky road; the heavy clop-clop of horse hooves; rhythmic sounds of a carpenter’s saw and hammer; the high-pitched ping of a rock mason’s chisel; sighs of fatigue; and proud comments of accomplishment. There are also the thousands of identifying odors that pleasantly linger, springtime and the changing seasons, the turning of the soil, fresh-sawn lumber, storm, new-mown hay, dust, rain, sweat, paint, food in various form, perfume, animals, and coal-oil lamps. Who am I? I’m a proud old building. I’ve served various purposes and seen many changes. In fact, my very own structure and location has been changed. In reality I’m not even the same building I started out to be. But I am very proud of my ancestral roots, and clung to those roots with every fiber of my stately structure. It all started about 1894, when the old pink-red brick, two-room Milburn school house, located below the mouth of Dry Creek Canyon was built. Its design was most prominently expressed by two large, arched entryways, above which appeared on one the word “Boys” and the other, “Girls” these entryways contained coat hooks around the walls and steps leading up into the two large rooms, one somewhat larger than the other.


The rooms were divided by massive folding doors which could be opened all the way to create an unrestricted hall for social events. There was also a teacher’ room near the front between the arches. The children of Milburn attended school in this building through the eighth grade, first through fourth in the “little room,” and fifth through eighth in the “big room.” A milestone in life had, indeed, been reached when one ‘graduated’ into the Big Room. Reading ‘Riting, and ‘Rithmetic were pounded into the young heads by able teachers like Rhoda Davis, Irene Edmunds, Maitland Graham, Marcella Graham, Coquella Jones, Mary Jones, Elva Madsen, Leah Nielsen, Leland Nielsen, Adriel Norman, Hilda Sanders, Mae Sanderson, Hannah Stewart, Otis L. Stewart, and Verga Ray Stewart. While the main purpose of the school was education, there were also the lighter, more carefree moments. The fun times participating in school plays, operettas, Christmas parties, May Day celebrations, dances, and scores of other events, should not be overlooked. But it should also be remembered that, even though these activities did provide untold satisfaction, pleasure, and entertainment, they did not take place without a price. It was not a monetary one, but one paid through inconvenience, determination, and sacrifice. In the early 1900’s people didn’t hop in a car and motor on down to the schoolhouse.


Transportation was either horseback or horse-drawn wagon, buggy, or sleigh. Upon returning home cold or wet, in the middle of the ngi9ht, the team still had to be cared for. The building did not light by the flick of a switch. Lighting was provided by candles, “coal oil” lamps, and later, gasoline lamps, usually brought in by some of those attending. If a youngster had to go to the bathroom, it was a long, cold, dark, and possibly snowy trek to the little house out back. Ahh, for the “good old days.” This building served the Milburn community as both school and I hear the laughter of children. I hear the sometimes jovial, sometimes serious and concerned conversations of adults. I hear music. I hear mischievous pranks giddily planned by energetic young people. I hear the solemn silence of reverence.


Other sounds also drift through my century-old memory: the creak and clatter of wagon wheels over a rutted, rocky road; the heavy clop-clop of horse hooves; rhythmic sounds of a carpenter’s saw and hammer; the high-pitched ping of a rock mason’s chisel; sighs of fatigue; and proud comments of accomplishment. There are also the thousands of identifying odors that pleasantly linger, springtime and the changing seasons, the turning of the soil, fresh-sawn lumber, storm, new-mown hay, dust, rain, sweat, paint, food in various form, perfume, animals, and coal-oil lamps.


Who am I? I’m a proud old building. I’ve served various purposes and seen many changes. In fact, my very own structure and location has been changed. In reality, I’m not even the same building I started out to be. But I am very proud of my ancestral roots, and clung to those roots with every fiber of my stately structure. It all started about 1894, when the old pink-red brick, two-room Milburn schoolhouse, located below the mouth of Dry Creek Canyon was built. Its design was most prominently expressed by two large, arched entryways, above which appeared on one the word “Boys” and the other, “Girls” these entryways contained coat hooks around the walls and steps leading up into the two large rooms, one somewhat larger than the other. The rooms were divided by massive folding doors which could be opened all the way to create an unrestricted hall for social events. There was also a teacher’s room near the front between the arches. The children of Milburn attended school in this building through the eighth grade, first through fourth in the “little room,” and fifth through eighth in the “big room.” A milestone in life had, indeed, been reached when one ‘graduated’ into the Big Room. Reading ‘Riting, and ‘Rithmetic were pounded into the young heads by able teachers like Rhoda Davis, Irene Edmunds, Maitland Graham, Marcella Graham, Coquella Jones, Mary Jones, Elva Madsen, Leah Nielsen, Leland Nielsen, Adriel Norman, Hilda Sanders, Mae Sanderson, Hannah Stewart, Otis L. Stewart, and Verga Ray Stewart.


While the main purpose of the school was education, there were also the lighter, more carefree moments. The fun times participating in school plays, operettas, Christmas parties, May Day celebrations, dances, and scores of other events, should not be overlooked. But it should also be remembered that, even though these activities did provide untold satisfaction, pleasure, and entertainment, they did not take place without a price. It was not a monetary one, but one paid through inconvenience, determination, and sacrifice. In the early 1900s people didn’t hop in a car and motor on down to the schoolhouse. Transportation was either horseback or horse-drawn wagon, buggy, or sleigh. Upon returning home cold or wet, in the middle of the ngi9ht, the team still had to be cared for. The building did not light by the flick of a switch. Lighting was provided by candles, “coal oil” lamps, and later, gasoline lamps, usually brought in by some of those attending. If a youngster had to go to the bathroom, it was a long, cold, dark, and possibly snowy trek to the little house outback. Ahh, for the “good old days.”


This building served the Milburn community as both school and Today this building still serves a dual purpose. While it houses a successful small business, it is also a lovely home with all the charm, character, and comfort that one could ever hope for. Friends and relatives bask in its warmth whenever they come to call, especially the grandchildren. They think it’s about the greatest thing this side of heaven. So you see, my rough-sawn native pine rafters and floor joists, though nearly 100 years old, still hear music, the conversations of oldsters, and the laughter of children. My Milburn stone quarry foundation rocks still hear an occasional sigh of fatigue. And my native pink adobe bricks still absorb the many sweet aromas of the changing seasons and most of the other smells that crowd my memory bank, as well as the tantalizing odors that drift from the kitchen.


While many changes have taken place during the past century, some things change very little. The couple who have called me “home” for the past sixteen years love me very much and cherish my heritage as they do their own. They are descendants of those hardy founding fathers who helped plant my roots. Mr. Vance has been associated with me since he drew his first breath nearly sixty-five years ago. His early teachings, both academic and spiritual, began within my walls as the old Milburn School and as the Milburn Ward Chapel. Even though my history goes back a century and holds many memories, I think I kind of like being a part of this modern age!


Sources: 3 Author’s recollection. 4 These Our Fathers, 1947, p. 120. 5 Ibid 6 These Our Fathers, 1947, p. 121 and Fairview North Ward LDS Church records. 7 Personal diary of Donna Brunger, Milburn, Utah.

Thursday, August 26, 2021

PROVACATIVE PEEK! by Owen Sanders


Owen Sanders was a great-grandson of Moses Martin Sanders, a one-time
pioneer of Mt. Pleasant.