FERN JACOBS ~~~ FIRST GRADE ~~~1953

 

This is my class (Kathy Rigby Hafen)  and I don't even recognize me.  I think I might be # 12 or #21.  Anyway, If anyone out there can help identify these, please do.

ALTA JENSEN'S 3rd GRADE 1955

 

PEEL AND HAFEN OBITUARIES

 

MARY MARGARET ERICKSEN PEEL ~~~ PETER AZEL PEEL ~~~ and SOME OF THEIR GRANDCHILDREN

Mary Margaret Ericksen Peel holding Julie Ann Hafen and Tamara Tuttle~~~
Grandma Peel's 80th Birthday

Mary Margaret Ericksen Peel                                                                                       
                                                                                                                                        Front:   Tyler Tuttle,

                                                                                                                                                                     Kay Childs,                                                                                                                                                                          Ralph Childs,
                                                                                                                                                         Lynn Smith (crying),
                                                                                                                                            Peter Hafen, 

                                                                                                                                                  Back:  Mary Margaret Peel,
                                                                                                                                                       Peter Azel Peel,
                                                                                                                                                     Donald Hafen

 

HOME OF ANDREW KNUDSEN and wife MARY OLIVE NELSON ~~~ Researched, Compiled and updated by Tudy Barentsen Standlee

 

FIRST AND SECOND GRADE 1959-60 ~~~ HAMILTON ELEMENTARY

 

Mt. Pleasant Kindergarten 1951

 

Kindergarten was held in the basement of our Mt. Pleasant Library. Posted by Kathy Rigby Hafen

 1.  Arthur Candland,  2. Ted Poulsen, 3. Rex Christensen, 4. Mrs. Rasmussen, 5. Bruce Larsen, 6. Michael Porter,  7. David Ream.

I am somewhere in the picture.  Probably in the above area where we played house.  Do you remember our little cubes where we kept our blankets? 

 I remember the sand pile where I accidentally flipped a shovel full of sand into Tyler Tuttle's face. (I don't see him here).  

I remember Mrs. Rasmussen full of anger and would not believe it was an accident.  

I remember Michael Porter always came to school wearing socks that matched his shirt. I was so envious.

DONKEY IN THE STRAW ~~~ Saga of the Sanpitch ~~~ 1974

  Git up here, you stubborn, lop-eared jackass, you,‖ a hoarse, half-whispered command forced its way out through clenched teeth as Will Arthur Cox tugged on the rope in an effort to get the donkey up on top of the straw stack. The object of this indignity was the property of a would-be suitor who had traveled from Nephi to court some young Manti girl. This night he had chosen to heap his attentions on one of the Cox sisters, but their mothers had decided that they would all be favored, and they had spent most of the afternoon trying to make themselves the most attractive. 

Ed‘s toes dragged along on the ground as he rode toward the younger sisters who stood watching him close the gap between them. Of course, the older ones busied themselves nonchalantly about the dooryard while Ed grinned broadly and waved vigorously toward them. The Indians had raided the settlement of Nephi a few nights before and had run all their livestock off. This donkey came wandering home the next day so, because it was the only transportation available, he rode it to Manti. He arrived in time to help with the evening chores before supper and had earned the wholehearted approval of the four wives of Father Cox.

 He planned to sleep with the Barn Crowd in the ―Old Cox Barn‖ for a couple of nights before returning experiences on his trip to Nephi, but now he was the center of a spellbound audience as he told of his experiences on his trip to the Missouri River for immigrants. The girls had to know what the latest fashions were. Did style call for hair piled on top of their heads or worn long? What were the latest dance steps? Could he remember the popular songs they were singing in St. Louis now? Ed told them what he had observed and then he added, ―Hell, they‘re just girls, the same as you are.‖ The girls giggled and Louisa replied, ―I‘ll wager their hands aren‘t as rough and calloused as ours are, anyway.‖ The boys had decided to play a trick on Ed because they were being to totally ignored. While he was receiving all the attention they were shoving and pulling, dragging and heaving his donkey up to the top of the straw stack by the barn. ―Black Hawk probably bribed this stupid, onery mule to return home‖ Hase Clark snorted. ―Wonder why they didn‘t kill it and be done with it.‖ 

When the donkey was up on the stack they tied it to a shed post and put and ox bow across its shoulder, then mounted a sack stuffed with straw on its back and left it for the night. Ed left the ―Big House‖ about nine o‘clock and walked quickly to the barn. He was thinking about Lavinia‘s brown eyes, Emmrette‘s tiny waist, Adelaide‘s beautiful long hair—and what a flirt Rosalia was. When he came to Manti again he would have to pay special attention to Louisa. She was quite stand-offish. Emily, Sarah Ann and Esther were really cute, but he guessed they were a little too young. As he walked into the barn a bullet was fired at a know in the rafters above him and he dropped to the floor instantly, whipping his gun out on his way down. 

Then he heard the snicker of the fellows and he moved forward to be introduced to them. There was Fred, Jr., and Will Arthur, John Hall, Ezra Shoemaker, Haslam Clark, Joe Snow, Elias DeMill, Alma Beal, William Richey, George Pectol, Titus Billings Heber Petty, Frank Beal, Gardner Snow, Luther T. Tuttle, and Andrew Van Buren. Marriage and death were the only acceptable reasons for getting out of the Barn Crowd. 

Winter and Summer they slept with their clothes on and their six-shooters strapped to their waists, ready for any emergency or duty. Will Arthur claimed he had slept in the barn for seven years.   Half past midnight they heard some cussing and swearing outside. Cautiously, Will Arthur made his way to a guard post and he saw Hebe Petty slipping and sliding up out of the creek. He had had a little too much whiskey and had slipped off the bridge into the icy water below. His clothes were frozen stiff, his teeth chattered, and he was shaking with cold. Will and Ed went after him and put him in bed between them to thaw him out. First, he was wet and miserable, then he was sick to his stomach, and then he was humble and penitent. No one got any sleep that night! 

Early in the morning, Ed went to get his donkey. No donkey! He knew it couldn‘t have gone very far because he had hobbled it when he turned it loose. He checked with the settlers close by. He looked inside the fort walls a block away. He searched through a sailor's glass (telescope), from the slate hill to the north, swinging it around slowly. Still no stray donkey! When he got back to the Cox home he asked, ―"Will, can you go with me and show me a few of the places that ornery cuss might be hid up?" Will pondered. ―"Well, I really can‘t afford the time to just go looking‘, but I‘ll tell you what I‘ll do. I‘ve got to bring a load of firewood out of the mountains today while the Indians are wintering down south. If you want to go with me, we‘ll keep a close vigil for that animal while we‘re gone."‖ ―"Well, I guess that‘s the way it‘ll have to be."
 Ed remarked. 

Late that afternoon as Will and Ed rode into the rear on top of the wood; Ed spotted the donkey up on the straw stack, silhouetted against the cold gray sky, bearing the oxbow and straw-stuffed sack valiantly. Ed turned to Will and said, ―"Will, have you known about this all day?" ―
"I can‘t honestly say I haven‘t," Will answered, ―
But I do know this, I sure got a good days work out of you while we were on the lookout for the ornery cuss , and I want to thank you".

 Ed jumped off the wood immediately and went to bring the donkey down. He found a partly filled tub of water so he knew the family was in on the trick too, or had learned about it during the day. He didn‘t stay to solicit the attention of the girls after supper, and he took the ribbing of the Barn Crowd good-naturedly, but he was gone in the morning before anyone stirred—without saying goodbye. Emily cried. She was the soft-hearted one of the family. ―"Well,  Will drawled,  
I guess we were a little rough on him. Next time I see Ed I‘ll have to apologize".

Source: Taken from an Auto-biography written by Will Arthur Cox

Norma S. Wanlass

 

FIRST MURDER IN MT. PLEASANT

ISAAC  ALLRED
murdered by Thomas Ivie
May 11, 1859

 

The First Murder

On the 11th day of May, 1859, on the south side of the street of what is now known as Main, between State and First West, a certain Thomas Ivie, assaulted with a fire brand, Isaac Allred, a church veteran and also a member of Zion's Camp, breaking Allred's skull, and inflicting other injuries upon him, causing his death the following day. The dispute had resulted from a quarrel over the difference of a small herd bill. On the 12th day of May, Thomas Ivie was arrested and taken to Manti, where he was bound over by Justice Elisher Averett. On the 13th of June, a grand jury was impaneled which on the 14th presented a true bill for murder against Ivie. A trial jury was then chosen and the case proceeded; the trial lasted until the 16th when it was admitted to the jury, who returned a verdict of guilty, and on Friday, June 17th, Judge Garner Snow pronounced a sentence of death upon the prisoner. Ivie appealed his case to be tried be¬fore Judge Eccles, and on the 3rd of July, Sheriff A. Tuttle left Manti with the prisoner for Camp Floyd. Ivie was kept at Camp Floyd for sometime, then turned loose. He went to Missouri, where he quarreled with a brother-in-law, who killed him and left his body in a corn field to be devoured by the buzzards. This happened about a year after he left Utah. Isaac Allred was buried in Ephraim. 

  page 44  History of Mt. Pleasant by Hilda Madsen Longsdorf

Father Morley Tells How Sanpete County Was Established ~~~ taken from "Saga of the Sanpitch 1979 " On To Manti by Leah B. Lyman

 “I have much to tell,” said Father Morley, and they all settled down to listen.

“I will make it brief and to the point,” he said. 

“On June 14, 1849, there rode into Salt Lake City a delegation of Ute Indians led by Chief Walker. At their request they were conducted to the office of President Young. With many grunts and motions the Mormon leader was made to understand that the Indians wanted some Mormons to come to Sanpitch Valley to teach the Indians how to build homes and till the soil. In August and exploration party of four men, with Chief Walker as guide, set forth. They found a beautiful valley through ran a creek of good water. They found the soil good and the surrounding mountains gave promise of plenty of timber both for fuel and for building. Within a few day they returned reporting that everything was favorable for the building of a community.”

 For a moment the speaker hesitated. So far he had only told of things in general, but when he spoke again it was in a reminiscent mood, for he was recounting experiences in which he had played a major part.

 “A company of some fifty families,” he continued, “was organized as soon as possible, with Seth Taft, Charles Shumway, and myself as commanders. We three were set apart to govern in Church Affairs, keep law and order, and advise in the things pertaining to the building of a new town. It was late in the fall when we left Salt Lake. We had to clear roads and build bridges as we went. We reached the chosen valley November 22, 1849, too late to make much preparation for the winter that was upon us. We camped near the creek in our wagon boxes and in a few days it began to snow. Soon it was more than three feet deep and still coming down. We were forced to seek the shelter of the south side of the hill that projected out into the valley. Some of the saints made dugouts in the hillside, while others used tents and wagon boxes for shelter.” 

The recounting of these events was painful, his voice choked and tears flowed down his cheeks.

 “I hope I never see another winter such as that,” he went on. “The men and boys shoveled snow daily, piling it into win rows to provide shelter for our horses and cattle, and also to uncover the dry grass for our starving animals. We even sharpened the horns of our cattle to make it possible for them to break through the crusted snow and find feed for themselves and also to help them to protect themselves from wild animals. “We lost many of our horses and cattle that winter, but it was not a total loss. We gave them to the starving Indians camping nearby and they greedily devoured them to ward off starvation. Even they had never seen snow so deep. It was as if the almighty God was testing our faith in every possible way. 

“Spring of 1850 arrived. With the warm weather came a new terror. Myriads of rattlesnakes came from crevices in the hill. Hissing their way into the homes of the saints, they wriggled and writhed about in their boxes, beds, cupboards, or anywhere they could get. With the aid of pine knot torches, we killed nearly five hundred of the reptiles in one night and soon had the country rid of this latest menace. The remarkable thing was that not a soul was bitten. In spite of everything we had endured we all came through the winter in good health.” 

There was a sigh of relief but no one made a comment. When the narrative was resumed it was in a lighter vein as if the crisis was past.

 “In August of that year President Young visited us and christened our town Manti, in honor of one of the notable cities told of in the book of Mormon. He also named the county, changing the name of Sanpitch to Sanpete. To make sure that we did not neglect the education of our children, he furnished part of the money for the erection of a school house. Jesse W. Fox was our first teacher. Our only method of making flour was with a huge coffee grinder which was passed from home to home. So President Young helped me to make possible the erection of a small grist mill in the canyon east of town.

“On the 9th day of September 1850, by an Act of Congress, Utah Territory was organized and Brigham Young was appointed Governor. Charles Shumway and myself represented Sanpete County in the

First Legislative Assembly in Salt Lake City. On the 5th of February 1851, an Act was passed incorporating the three towns now existing outside of Salt Lake City. Brownsville on the Weber River was incorporated under the name of Ogden. The town here in Utah Valley known as Fort Utah was incorporated under the name of Provo. Third was our own town of Manti. We were proud when we returned home. Soon the city of Manti was laid off, ten miles square, and divided into city lots. The settlers soon chose their lots and moved from the hillside to start homemaking in earnest.”

 Father Morley looked about as if trying to read their thoughts. “Well, that is about all there is to tell, only that there are plenty of city lots left. 

Barn Again ~~~ Manti Barns 1998~~~ Photographed by Larry Nielson of Ephraim

 

MORE TO COME !!!

 

SOMEBODY'S BIRTHDAY ~~~ GUESS WHO ???

 

Pioneer Ladies 1955

 

The last one on the right is Sadie Mower.

Hamilton School 1958-59

 

More Photos from Alice Hafen Photo Collection

L to R:  Bert Hafen,  Houtz child, Neil Hafen, Boyd Hafen 

Barbara Peel (Tuttle)  Willa Rae Seely (Reiser)

Bert Hafen, ???, Tom Syndergaard, ????, ????, Neil Hafen

 

Hamilton Elementary Band circa 1949

Front Row l to r: Kathleen Rowley, drum, ?, Paula Scow, ?, trombone ?, Marie Ericksen cymbals, drummer ?, Gerald Seely clarinet, Peter Hafen clarinet, Tammy Madsen flute, Marsden Allred.

Second Row: l to r: ?, Dora Madsen, Utahna Coates, Arlene Winkleman, ? Madsen, ?, ?, ?, Frank Lee Pritchet, Patsy Tuttle ?, ? trumpet, Roger Sorensen, John Monsen, ? trumpet, ?, Beth Winkler, Diane Ball, ?, ?,

Third Row: l to r: Mary ?, Connie Johansen, ?, ?, Bobby Madsen, Gerald Burton clarinet, ?, Yvonne Larsen flute, ? trombone, Jim Averett ?, ?, Dave Hafen trombone ?, ?, Jay Lott snare drum, Andy Peterson snare drum, Elna Mae twirler, ?, Base Horn: Lou Ann Hafen, ?, Gordon Staker trumpet, Virginia Hasler, Bryant Nelson trumpet, ?, Clark Truscott clarinet.

Les Seely Came To Our Rescue Again.

Les Seely identified students in this Hamilton class photo

Teacher is Faun Madsen, 1. Marie Ericksen, 9. .....Bailey, 10.  Utahna Coates, 11. Mary Allred, 12. Connie Johansen, 13. Duane Zabriskie, 15. Dorothy Madsen, 16. Jerry Christensen, 18. Wayne Hughes, 19. Earl Madsen,  22. Morris Lund,  24. Patsy Tuttle,  26. Que Syndergaard

Hamilton Photos ~~~ Names Provided by Les Seely

Kathy:   I could I.D. some of these people, they were a class younger than me. The teacher Fawn Madsen lived close to Peter.

LES SEELY 

1. Mary Allred, 2. Irene Wimpy, 3...........4, Joan Burnside
5. Marie Ericksen, 6...........7.......... 8. Donna Bailey, 9. Dorothy Madsen, 10.  Jayne Hughes, 11.......... 12. Bryce  Syndergaard, 13.........
14. Patsy Tuttle, 15........., 16. Connie Johansen, 17.  Jerry Burton,
18. Earl Madsen, 19........, 20.........., 21.Betty Lou Gardner, 22.  Lou Ann Hafen, 23.  Morris Lund, 24. Loren Rowe, 25 Duane Zabriskie, 26. Jessie Millar, 27..........

Hamilton Band circa 1946

First Grade 1953 .....Fern Jacobs, Teacher

This is my class (Kathy Rigby Hafen)  and I don't even recognize me.  I think I might be # 12 or #21.  Anyway, If anyone out there can help identify these, please do.