RELIEF SOCIETY POETRY CONTEST ~~~ 1962 (From our archives)

 

BIOGRAPHY OF HANS ULRICH WINKLER AND MARY THALMAN WINKLER

 

Hans Ulrich Winkler 

Biography of Hans Ulrich Winkler and Mary Thalmann Winkler

Written by Louisa Thalmann Hasler

In a beautiful little valley or Switzerland in the little town of Zell, Hans Ulrich Winkler was born December 21, 1838, His parents were Jacob Winkler and Susanna Burri. He was the youngest of four living children. Four others died in infancy. The three older children were girls, Elisabeth, Susanna, and Anna. Their home was an ideal one and also their family life. The parents conducted an open house or inn, also a bakery and they owned a little farm.

Elisabeth was married to Jacob Ott in 1856. Susanna married John Thalman in 1848. When Ulrich became of age he was sent to the city of Zurich to perfect the bakery trade, and also learned fine bakery. After he graduated he came home and helped his father run a good business. There were large factories In the neighborhood and the town people were supplied with fresh bread every day.

When Ulrich was twenty-two years old be courted and married Mary Thalmann of Hamburg, May 6, 1860. As mentioned before their home was a prosperous and happy one. Their father (Jacob Winkler) was a fine singer and his children had all inherited his talent and had fine voices. Ulrich and Anna also played the guitar. Their home was much frequented by the young people and all would join in singing and playing, especially on Sundays and in the evenings.

Such was the happy condition of their home in the early spring of 1863 when the youngest sister Anna and Mary, his wife, went on an errand to a home where the mother of the family had joined the Mormons. They found a missionary there from Utah. They talked of the Gospel of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints and both were so impressed by the doctrine that they promised to return and learn more of the new message. This they did and in a short time they both applied for baptism. They brought the message home to the rest of the family and nobody seemed much opposed to it. Ulrich investigated and was convinced of the truth and entered into the waters of baptism. All went well until the spirit of gathering came upon them. The missionaries worked hard to encourage them to go to Zion, well knowing that the spirit of opposition was so strong that delay might weaken their faith.

It was a great undertaking to leave their aged parents alone and to leave their beautiful home. The work was too hard for their parents to continue to do alone. The parents thought they could keep them from going by refusing them the money to emigrate. But Mary’s mother (Anna Thalmann) came to their rescue. She saw that a great change had come upon this young family for the better. Although she could not then understand the gospel she felt moved upon to help them, seeing their determination to live a better life and their strong desire to go. She borrowed the money to assist them to emigrate.

Sister Anna was to be married; her trousseau was all ready, but the young man broke the engagement at once when she became a Mormon.

Ulrich and his wife had two beautiful children and she was to become a mother again before their journey's end. Therefore they found it advisable to journey together. Sister Anna was very much attached to the children and would be a great help to them.

Preparations were made to start with the first emigrants who were to leave Switzerland on May 6, 1864. By this time the evil one used all his power to stop them from leaving. Relatives and friends combined with their entreaties to hinder their purpose.

On the last evening at home a few of his immediate family had gathered to say goodbye. They were to leave on an early train to the city of Zurich. Soon the house was filled with his young friends who seated themselves at the tables. (I was also present at this occasion.) It was whispered to us that these people, who now fancied in their belief that violence should be done to stop them, were there for that purpose. They were waiting for the two elders from Utah whom they believed had done all this mischief. However, Ulrich was informed of the trouble and warned the elders not to come to the house.

Their young friends sat there sullenly. It was hard telling what they had planned to do. Although they had loved their friend and companion so dearly their sorrow and regrets to lose him were intense and they were surely grave. All at once Ulrich stepped into the room where they were assembled. He addressed them something like this: “My dear friends: I feel the parting from you all just as keenly as you do, but I am convinced of the truth of this unpopular religion.”   He then bore a strong testimony of the truth to them. He wished them all happiness and told them that nothing they could say or do to the contrary could change his conviction. He then told them there was only a short time left before their departure and that he would like to spend the few moments left with his father and mother and dear ones. At this, all assembled rose to their feet and extended their hands. All were in tears, but wished him God-speed and happiness. The next minute the room was empty.

The parting from these parents was indeed a supreme test of their faith. But a spirit of peace and happiness prevailed. What other spirit could exist when such an heroic character is manifested. (Nearly sixty years have elapsed since then, but never can I remember or talk about that scene without shedding tears of joy because this service of his was the means of bringing all their own family into the fold.) And also his true and devoted wife Mary brought her dear ones into the fold and all gathered in Zion. Ulrich's father died a few years later but had received the gospel and was baptized. The aged mother came to Utah with her other daughters and their families, thirteen in number.

The journey of Ulrich Winkler and family was an arduous one. They arrived in London safely but by an unforeseen cause the sailing vessel was delayed and they had to stay in that city a month. When the ship arrived hurried preparations for over a thousand emigrants was made. Facilities for preparing food on the ship were not ample. It was only possible to cook things every two or three days and people suffered on that account. The wind was not favorable to them so it took nine weeks to reach New York harbor.

The young mother suffered a great deal for want of food and it brought on a premature confinement. The baby lived only eight days and was named after the captain of the vessel, Hudson. Mary was so reduced in strength that she had gone nearly blind from weakness. She was tenderly nursed on the overland journey to Wyoming and gained some strength.

In Wyoming they had to wait four weeks again until the emigration teams came from the valley. Having purchased there a wagon and team they started out three days before the main company was ready to start. Some of the Utah brethren had told them they would always be in the lead. However, they were ill advised. They had not gone but a few days journey when one evening they saw Indians prowling around and found these Indians had burned a bridge ahead of them. This company had to make a hasty retreat and wait for another company coming along.

For a time all went well; then the little boy became very sick with what seemed to be scarlet fever. Everything was done for him that faith could do but he grew worse. One evening they reached a farm house where they begged the people to let them come in, but the folks no doubt knew the nature of the disease and refused, but gave them a piece of candle. The dear little boy's spirit took its flight just a moment or two before the candle went out.

They still had the little girl to comfort them but soon she too took sick. Under nourishment brought her down very low and dropsy set in. Then the mother took rheumatic fever and lay on her bed in the wagon helpless as a baby the rest of the journey to Salt Lake City. Ulrich and his sister Anna nursed her as well as they could and then Anna took sick. Of course they were among their brothers and sisters in the faith and they did all they could to help the afflicted family.

But cholera broke out in the camp and many died of it. Every morning the company had to bury some of the dead. In all this sore affliction Ulrich never complained or wished himself back home again.

They reached Salt Lake City the last of October 1864. Ulrich had taken ill the last week of their journey but when they reached the Valley he was kindly nursed by the saints and by November when the first snow was falling they again took up their journey to Richfield where they were advised to go to help settle that place.

When they reached there the weather was favorable for them to dig a dugout as they called it then and make themselves comfortable for the winter. There was plenty of wood there to keep warm with. Before he left Salt Lake he found a brother who loaned him $20.00 for which they got them a hundred pounds of flour. I believe they must have lived a good deal on the plan of the united order. Those who had come and raised grain the year before must have divided with the emigrants for there were a number of them and all out of means.
In the spring Ulrich bought some land. The settlers who lived in Richfield were destitute of clothing and were willing to sell some of their land for clothing and bedding. Ulrich started farming and raised enough bread stuff for the coming year. In spare time he made adobes to build them a home. He finished two rooms the next year.

In July of 1865 Ulrich and his wife Mary, his sister Anna and Claus Peter Anderson went from Richfield to Salt Lake City with ox team to get their endowments. It was then not safe to travel alone, but they took the shortest out through Thistle Canyon, the road being only an Indian trail. When they reached the canyon they found the coals still hot where Indians had camped, and had killed a man and his wife and taken their provisions. They were in the act of unyoking their oxen when they saw how near their danger was and they drove on as fast as the animals could go, none of them daring to speak a word until they reached the mouth of the canyon.

On December 31, 1866, a son Herman came to gladden their hearts. He helped to fill the place of the two little boys they had lost on their journey. In the year 1866 the Indians began to be troublesome. The settlers guarded their few animals and fields, but in the spring of 1867 the people were advised to leave Richfield. A few brethren had been killed and it was unwise to stay. Ulrich and his little family moved to Manti. Many of their friends went still further north to Mt. Pleasant and they soon followed taking up their abode in a one-room school house. Ulrich again went to work making adobes and soon built himself a one-room house. His family now numbered five, a son Henry having been born in April 1868. However, he stayed with there only a short time dying in December of the same year.

The next few years were prosperous ones and they enjoyed health and strength. Since he had left his dear ones in the old home in Switzerland he had always been in communication with them and preached the gospel to them in his letters. This brought its reward for in 1869 they greeted the mother and sister of his wife Mary. They had built onto their home and all lived together for a year.

In 1870 many of the settlers moved back to Richfield but Ulrich sold his house and land there and remained in Mt. Pleasant. Another son, Albert William, was born to them Feb. 28, 1870. In June 1874 he was again rewarded with the joy of greeting his mother and sisters with their families here in Zion. He met them in Salt Lake and brought them home to Mt. Pleasant. Not one of his immediate family was left behind except his father who had died, and he had received the gospel and had been baptized. On April 28, 1875 another son Gilbert was born. About this time Ulrich's mother who was living at Mt. Pleasant with her daughter Susanna took sick and died.

In 1875 Ulrich was called to go to Arizona to help pioneer that country. A company of brethren went late in the fall of that year and traveled with ox teams. Much hardship was experienced as they had to trail their way through unknown mountains and snow. Their cattle had nothing to subsist upon but pine tree boughs. They let their wagons down over cliffs with ropes and chains but reached Mon Copy about February 1876. Ulrich stayed there about one year and gave his labor and time freely. He then returned to Mt. Pleasant for his family. But he found it hard to part with all his relations who were living there and so he did not return to Arizona. On November 18, 1877 another son Ernest was born.


In the fall of 1880 the health of his wife Mary began to fail. As she was in a delicate condition we all held out hope that it was owing to this that her health was poor and that all would be well when her time would come. Another boy Edwin was born on October 1, 1880 and for a little while it was thought that if she could gain her strength all would be well. But this hope could not be realized. She gradually grew worse and on Dec. 9, 1880 her spirit departed. Her baby lived only seventeen days. Her loss was a great trial to the family. She was one of those tried and true and patient mothers who held her husband and her children dear. She was a true Latter-day Saint in every condition in life and was always a peacemaker. She was beloved by all who knew her. Her daughter Lena was then about fifteen years old and able to take hold of some of the household duties. Ulrich's sister Elizabeth was a great help to them and divided her time with the duties of her own home to help with the sewing and things that could not be expected of a girl so young.

In September 1882 Ulrich married again, an emigrant woman, Rosalina Larsen, who had come from Wisconsin. She had been married before and brought four children from her former marriage to this family. In due time two children were born to them, a daughter Amanda and a son John. The mother died September 23, 1886, when John was nine days old and Ulrich was left again with his large family. His daughter Lena had married John Jorgensen in September 1882 and had moved away from Mt. Pleasant. Now again his good sister Elizabeth came to the rescue and helped them with their household duties, and his wife's sister Louisa Hasler took the baby John and kept him for two years.

Brother Winkler had remarkable courage. While he suffered greatly in all this adversity he never despaired and his cheerful disposition upheld him in all of his trials. In 1887 he married again, another widow with four children from Mt. Pleasant. (Leah Fowles.) Five children were born in this last marriage. Four of them and his wife survived him at his death. The five children are Wilford, born Sept. 25, 1888; Mary, born Jan. 15, 1891, Leah born Dec. 16, 1892; Katherine, born Oct. 7, 1894; Montel born Sept. 9, 1897.

Brother Winkler carried his load cheerfully and the Lord blessed him with good health so that he was able to provide for his large family. His faith in the gospel helped him with courage and fortitude that he never despaired. He always took his part in his Church duties and paid his tithes and offerings. He was for many years a member of the choir and the Brass Band. He also played the guitar. And I can never remember when he was not a ward teacher. In this capacity he had much success. He died March 4, 1904 at Mt. Pleasant, Utah.

His sister Anna who gave up her sweetheart and came to Utah for the gospel later married Claus Peter Anderson. He came to Utah as a captain in Johnson's Army. Many of the soldiers were ill because of the lack of salt in their diet. Brigham Young took salt to them but they were afraid to use it, thinking it might be poisoned. President Young asked for someone to come and taste it and then the rest could see that it was only salt and would not harm them. Captain Anderson felt he owed this to his men, many of whom were ill and so he tasted the salt. Its use brought back health to many and Captain Anderson thought that President Young did such a fine Christian act in bringing this salt to the soldiers who had been sent to do harm to the people of Utah that it aroused his interest and he investigated Mormonism and soon became a member.

Ulrich Winkler and Magdalena Hafen Winkler

(3rd Wife) 

HOME OF JACOB CHRISTENSEN INGER CHRISTINA THOMPSON AND INGEBORG ANDERSON ~~~ from our archves

 

HOME OF HENRY FOWLES AND WIFE EMMA SORENSEN

 

MT. PLEASANT ELEMENTARY FIRST GRADE ~~~ 1952-53

LATTER DAY SAINT BISHOPS UP UNTIL (circa 1965)

 

 

L.D.S. SEMINARY 1892

 

ASPEN GRAFFITTI ~~ James L. Jacobs

 

The white trunks of aspen trees growing along roadsides in the mountains east of Sanpete Valley are covered with names and other graffiti carved by knives of former visitors. People who traveled or worked there seemed to have had an irresistible urge to establish their status by leaving their names displayed on these stately and attractive trees for future visitors to see.

When trees were properly carved, the knife cuts were formed into black scars that remained in vivid contrast to the snow-white bark for the lifetime of the tree. If cuts were too shallow, the tree healed them up so no scar was left. Some inexperienced carvers had cut channels clear through the bark down to the wood, and these caused such large scars that the carvings were almost illegible. But most carvings were made properly by competent and experienced carvers so the carvings became permanent and attractive.

In the early 1900’s all travel was by horseback or horse drawn vehicles, which was slow enough to give travelers ample time to observe and reflect on the great collection of carvings they found on the trees. There was also time to add one’s own name while the horses were resting or while they were stopped for lunch.

The names of entire families, father, mother and children, were often left on trees as evidence that they had been in the mountains. A family trip to visit a sheep herding father or to fish in the mountain streams made it possible for them to record their names on the biggest tree they could find. In areas most frequented by people, tree trunks were so covered with carvings that there was scarcely any bare surface left within reach.

Carvings varied as widely as the people who made them. Most names were formed of large block letters, but there were many styles, kinds and sizes of name carving. Some names were made in beautiful script instead of the usual printed letters. Lon Larsen was one who used uniform, flowing longhand made with real artistic quality.

Another who left his name in fine script was Orange A. Olsen, a Forest Service officer who has a ranger station named for him in Joe’s Valley on the Manti Forest. Most carvers were content to leave only their names or initials, but some added their addresses and the dates the carvings were made. The oldest I recall was dated 1890, while other dates showed continuous carvings from then right up to the time I herded sheep, from 1922 to 1927. Many indulged their artistic talents by carving a wide variety of pictures which included everything from horseshoes to teepees, houses, snakes and human hands.

There were more pictures of people than anything else, especially voluptuous ladies and virile men, and many likenesses of horses, bears, and various other animals.  Many sentiments were expressed in messages left for future visitors to see. Some of these read, “All sheepherders are crazy,” “Hate these blatting woollies,” “Lonesome Joe,” “Killed a bear.” In one area there were many short poetic verses, most of which were somewhat ribald in character. Some carvers thought it smart to counterfeit the names of well-known celebrities, so when one found “Daniel Boone,” “Tom Mix,” or “Woodrow Wilson,” it was understood these had been faked and were not authentic signatures.

During the years I herded sheep I was fascinated with the carvings, most of which had been made by sheepherders. In the long summer days, sheep shaded up from mid-morning until late afternoon, leaving the herders free for many hours in the middle of the day. So what could occupy their time better than tree carving! Andrew Tidwell was the most prolific carver of all the sheepherders on the north end of the mountain. He sometimes carved his full name in large letters, but at other times he shortened it to “A. Tid.” But in most places only his initials were found, on hundreds of trees along roads and trails and back in the boondocks where only sheepmen and hunters usually go. No one filled up a tree trunk like he did. He would ride his horse up to a tall tree, stand up in the saddle and carve “AT” as high on the tree as he could reach, then place another initial under that one and repeat it all the way down to the ground. I counted 28 “AT” initials in a column on one tree, and there were many more like it.

 The regular camping places where sheep camps were located year after year where known by well established names, many of which were carved on trees at the camps. “Little Bear,” “Beer Spring,” “The Jumpoff,” were some of the names. But “Honeymoon Camp” was my favorite. It was so named because a sheepherder once took his bride there right after they were married. It was an ideal place to spend a honeymoon and get a sheepherder’s salary at the same time. But there was a problem. The bunk on which the honeymooners slept was made of aspen poles with rawhide strips crisscrossing each other for a mattress. The groom had slept alone all his life, and it was difficult for him to get any rest cuddled in the arms of his affectionate bride. After several restless nights, the groom solved the problem. While the bride was not looking, he tightened the leather strip running down the center of the bunk. This raised a slight ridge down the middle with depressions on each side. Thereafter when the bride fell asleep, the cuddling was ended as she slipped of the ridge onto her side of the bed, and the groom slept soundly on his side, happily remote from her cuddling arms.

To relieve their loneliness, herders would often ride to the neighboring camps to visit and have dinner together. On Sundays two or three herders would catch a mess of trout and have a joint fish fry at one of the camps. It was customary for all to leave their names at all camps. I once wrote down the names on the trees at Harve Spring Camp. These were: Lynn Averett, Wenzel Brewer, Dan Christensen, James Jacobs, Loftin Johnson, Lon Larsen, Hans Lund, Howe Lund, Ray Lund, Bruce Madsen, Chet Mills, Liandro Serrano, Andrew Tidwell, Kenneth Tidwell, Aurel Winkler, Montel Winkler, Owen Winkler, Irl Wilson, Peter Woolsey and Shirley Zabriskie.

Not all aspen graffiti were manmade; bears also left their marks. It was rumored that a bear would claim his home territory by reaching high on a tree and marked the bark with his claws to show that this area was owned by a large bear. I doubted this, but I did see hundreds of trees deeply marked by the claws of bears that had climbed them. There were then very many bears in the mountains. A marauding bear ran amuck in the sheep I was herding one night and killed or mortally wounded 42 sheep on their bed ground. We  used bear grease rendered from bear fat to keep our shoes oiled. Sam Pierce was employed as a bear hunter and killed more than 100 bears in 1916 on the Manti Forest area.

Most carvers left their names on many trees, but two men told me they had each carved their names only once. One was Ernest Winkler, whose name I found near Commissary Spring where he had carved it as a boy. The other was James Larsen, whose one carving was in a grove of trees on top of the mountain. He carved this while his sheep were marooned in deep snow from a severe early fall storm, and he was waiting for help to rescue them. A team of horses dragged a fir tree through the snow to make a trail the sheep could follow off the mountain, strung out in single file.

Recently I found a forgotten carving of my own name on a tree near Silver Creek. With it was the date, “Sept. 9, 1924,” and the comment, “114 fish.” I remembered carving this on my way home to attend school after herding sheep since early May. Another herder and I had gone fishing before I left the herd. The legal limit was then thirty fish per day with two day’s limit allowed in possession. I was bringing home, packed in grass in a gunny sack tied behind my saddle, my sixty fish and those the other herder was sending home. So the “144 fish” were six fish short of the 120 we were entitled to.

The tree carvings gave a taste of history to visitors at a time when the leisurely pace of horse travel made it possible to see and admire them. Now that motor vehicles whisk people through groves of trees so rapidly, they do not take time to observe and add to the carvings as they did sixty years ago. And many people contend the carvings destroy the beauty of the picturesque aspen trees. So the day of the popularity of aspen graffiti is past.

Mt. Pleasant Elementary 1952-53 First Grade ~~~ Mrs. Stevens Teacher

 

Hamilton School 4th Grade ~~~Mina Hasler Teacher

 

If you double click the photograph to enlarge it, you can see numbers written on each individual.

(the following is written on the back of the photo.)

Front Row L to R: 1. Afton Zabriskie 2.????3. Madsen, 4. Anderson, 5. Lovell, 6. Tidwell, 7. Jensen, 8. Seely, 9. Maiben, 10. Christensen, 11. Myberg, 12. Christensen, 13. Myberg, 14. Anderson, 15. Seely, 16. Boyden, 17. Gunderson, 18. Haylee Ivie, 19. Abraham Burton, 20. Douglas Gunderson, 21. Hugh Barton, 22. Rhoda Jorgensen, 23. Vivian Pritchett, 24. Katie Erickson, 25. Anna Olsen, 26. Romero, 27. Montell Winkler, 28. Margaret Thompson, 29. Vera Poulsen, 30. Traunturine, 31. Hazel Poulsen, 32. Draper, 33. Alpha Madsen, 34. Leora Draper, 35. Eula Seely, 36. MelbaAldrich, 37. Christal Rosenlof, 38. Joseph Larsen, 39. Raymond Naef, 40. Cyril Fowles, 41. Merril Zabriski, 42. Mina Hasler, 43. Anderson, 44. Lawrence Johansen, 45. Hicks, 46. Virgil Bramstead.

Comment from Lee Christensen:: If you haven't dated Mina Hasler's 4th grade class you might check this computation: Margaret Thompson is there. She was a long time teacher at Wasatch , a local girl, and graduated from there 1917. Going back 12 years is 1905 plus grade 4 is 1909. I'll pull up the 1910 census and see how many of these students are there as age 11. This is about as advanced in math as I get. CL Stewart the principal and upper level math teacher ,North Sanpete ,would be disappointed at what little I've carried into my declining years. lee

Short sample confirms my math. Margaret is there age 11, as is Douglas Gunderson age 11, Katie Erickson age 11 Cyril Fowels and Rhoda Jorgensen both lee age 11..

RELIEF SOCIETY POETRY CONTEST WINNERS

 

Alice Hafen's 2002 Class Reunion

 

Mt. Pleasant's Own Brass Band

The following was recorded by Mrs. Louise Hastler: In the autumn of 1869 the governor sent out a notice to the citizens of Sanpete County that a military drill would be held the first week
in November, did requested all soldiers and men that could bear arms to be ready and on hand for a three-day drill. The gathering place would be between Ephraim and Manti. All captains and officers of the Indian War organizations should be represented and also the Military bands . . . .

When this notice was served the brethren wanted to make a good showing and made necessary preparations. John Hastler had arrived in Mt. Pleasant in October and brought with him a full set of musical instruments from Switzerland. Bishop Seeley and the leading brethren engaged him to organize a Brass Band at once. This was affected about the 15th of October, 1869, with John Hastler, James Hansen, Bent Hansen, John Waldermar, Andrew Beckstrom, Daniel Beckstrom. James C. Meiling, August Wall, Aaron Oman, Peter Syndergaard. Andrew Syndergaard, Soren Hansen, Lars Nielsen (Fiddler), Mortin Rasmussen, Jacob Hafen, Ulrich Winkler, Oscar Barton, Charlie Hampshire, and Paul Coates. John Hastler and Olaf Rosen­lof were chosen as their leaders. John Hastler distributed the instruments at once.

In three weeks, at the appointed time, they were able and ready to play six or more of our national and popular tunes, which made a good showing for Sanpete County. Their efforts were much praised and appreciated by the visiting staff."
At these drills all the Indian War officers and soldiers wore blue coats trimmed with brass buttons. These coats were home­made, but, in the different communities there were a number of tailors as well as women who came to the various homes and made men's clothing. It is remembered that Mrs. Jepsen Stohl, as well as others, were thus employed.
HISTORY OF MT. PLEASANT by HML pp 131-132

Home of James Nielsen Anderson and his wife Dianthea Christine Peterson~~~Researched, Compiled and Updated by Tudy Barentsen Standlee

 

PIONEER DAY 1970 ~~~ 111th Anniversary ~~~ Taken From Louise Johansen Scrapbook

 

Hamilton Elementary First Grade (circa 1951)

 Claris Stevens Teacher 

Mt. Pleasant Post Office Dedication 1960

 

Latter Day Saint Bishops Who Served Up until (circa 1965)

 

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.