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ALL ABOARD ~ Mt. Pleasant HomeComing (PIONEER DAY) ~ March 28th ~ All About The Sanpete Swift

 ALL ABOARD.....for the Annual Mt. Pleasant Pioneer Day, Saturday March 28th at the Mt. Pleasant North Stake Center, 461 North 300 West.  Doors will open at 10:30 a.m. for visiting.  Lunch will be served at noon at the cost of $7.00.  Those over 80 years old will eat free as they are guests of the Mt. Pleasant Pioneer Historical Association.

Home of Andrew P. Jensen and wife Jacobinia Wilhelmina Lundblad ~ Researched and Compiled by Tudy Barentsen Standlee

Madsen Family At Scofield

First Sunday Schools In Mt. Pleasant and Mountainville

I run on to the following while  surfing the Internet.  Other towns can be found online as well: 

https://archive.org/details/jubileehistoryof00deserich

BLACK HAWK IN THE CITY

Atomic Bomb Blast

Hamilton Elementary Grade 5 ~ 1957-58

Happy St. Patrick's Day ~ Submitted by Dave and Kathryn Gunderson

Happy St. Patrick’s Day to One and All

March 17, 2015

The 17^th of March, or the “wearing of the green”, as it is often called, has come around again with its promise of the return of spring. It seems appropriate to me, that the coming of spring should be heralded by a festival whose symbolic color is green.

My first experience with St. Patrick’s Day was in my kindergarten year and it was not pleasant a pleasant one. My mom got me all ready for school that morning, but forgot to give me something green to wear.

           

When I got to school that day, the mean kids that knew about St. Patrick’s Day rushed at me from every side; pinching me as hard as they could.

I was incensed and just getting ready to teach them that they couldn’t treat me that way, when the   teacher came to the rescue. She made me a shamrock, out of green paper, that I wear for protection for that day.

     

 The teacher also told great stories about St. Patrick’s Day, especially of Leprechauns, often called the little people, and their stunts. She also told how we could get their troves of Gold coins by theft. Those stories made me feel differently about St. Patrice’s Day, and I have loved it “ever since”.

I have often thought about the pinching custom and how out of harmony it is with the spirit of love and forgiveness shown in the life of St. Patrick himself.

I have also wonde-red how “stealing”, the life savings of a poor little old fellow could be justified.

 My next memorable encounter with St. Patrick’s Day was when I was interviewing with Bell Labs. I had a free day in Manhattan on Saturday March 16, 1967, (the day St. Patrick’s Day was celebrated that year) and my friends and I decided to go to the famous St. Patrick’s Day Parade.  I recall, there was a freshly painted green line down the middle of the 5^th avenue and that platoon after platoon of Irish American Mounted Police and band after band from the local Irish American Catholic high schools marched down the Avenue. 

I also recall that, there were policeman stationed at about 10 foot intervals all along 5^th Avenue to “keep the peace” and that Macys & Gimbals had changed their names to O’Macys & O’Gimbals. Some people had dressed up as Leprechauns and every bar & restaurant in town advertised that green beer was available. Nearly everyone had a badge that read “Kiss Me I’m Irish”.

The flower shops in the subway stations were all selling little cups of live shamrocks. (I was surprised to see that shamrocks were really small clover. I had imagined them to be about 2 inches wide and about 2½ inches tall, like the one my kindergarten teacher had made for me). In any case, everyone assured me that on St. Patrick’s Day everyone is Irish.

One of my good friends at the Labs always wore Orange on St. Patrick’s Day, because his family heritage was from Northern Ireland. He was never harassed about this. People at the Labs seemed to think that “each should be left to their own”.

After moving to New Jersey, I was assigned to make monthly visits to several Mormon Irish American families. I was often invited to enjoy “corned beef and cabbage dinners” with them on the “Great Day”. I always looked forward to this each year.

One of the families I visited even decorated with strings of shamrock shaped lights, (like Christmas lights). They also had bunches of living or stained glass shamrocks decorating their home. Truly it was an occasion to be remembered.

The true story of St. Patrick is a bit vague but it seems that he was born near the west coast of Britain, just across from the Isle of Mann, between 380 & 390 AD; at about the time the Roman Empire was collapsing.

At about age of 16, he was kidnapped by Irish raiders and sold into slavery. He remained as a slave for about 6 years, before he could   escape. One account said that he felt that he had committed some sort of sin in his youth, for which his slavery was a just punishment. (I can’t help wondering what kind of sin would have justified 6 years of slavery.)

His father and grandfather were both Christian clerics and after his escape, he also decided to become a priest, and carry the Christian message back to Ireland. After several years of study he was ordained a Bishop and returned to the place, where he had been held as a slave, to bring the great message of Jesus, the message of love, equality and forgiveness.

One of the great stories of his ministry is how he used the tiny shamrock to explain the Trinity.

March 17 461 AD is accepted as the date of his death. His life spanned some 75 years and it was full of service. Since his birth date is unknown, his death date is used to commemorate his great life and service.

So Erin Go Bragh (Ireland Forever) to everyone, wither they are Irish, or only Irish for the day. Let the great message of St. Patrick, the message of love and forgiveness, truly last forever for all of us.

Happy St. Patrick’s Day

to all, to the Irish and

to those who are only 

Irish for the Day,  

David & Kathryn Ann  O’Gunderson

P. S. I think that it is ironic that Ireland’s most
             famous son was actually born in Britain.

Home of Soren Jacobsen 2nd and wife Annie Mina Christensen (Mikkelsdatter) Researched and Compiled by Tudy Barentsen Standlee

Joseph Wilcox and Candace B. Wilcox Genealogical Record

I (Kathy)  found this amongst Johanna Madsen Hafen's items.  Joseph Wilcox would be the head of the family, Candace B. Rowe would be his wife, and the rest would be their children.  There was only one page (above) inside.  Joseph and Candace would b e Johanna's paternal grandparents.  Anna Wilcox who married Nileso Moroni Madsen was Johanna's parents.

                   Candace Blanchard Rowe Wilcox

Female Relief Society ~ October 14, 1878

Meeting held Oct. 14, 1878

Opened with singing
Prayer by Sister Peel
Singing
Sister Morrison opened the meeting in the usual manner.  Minutes from  former meeting were read and accepted.

Sister Morrison talked about Conference coming up soon and we would get our report ready of the temple and wished by no m....s to be behind in this respect, advised the Head teachers to get as many units as possible for the Temple; said every little was accepted.

Talked about Hanah T...gaard, that she was fitted out to go to the city and get her endowments.  Urged the Sisters to remember our wheat donations and advised the teachers to see about it while teaching; time will soon be over.

Sister Migglean brought us in the report of the donations of the North Ward.

Sister Peel made some short remarks from what was said, and felt well and pleased that we were able to do a little something for the building up of the kingdom.  She only wished that the Sisters would take more interest to coming to meeting because it was their duty to do so.

Sister Frandsen bore her testimony and said she would do all she could to gather  something for the temple in her district, and hoped that the sisters would respond to their calling

Meeting then dismissed with singing and prayer.

MFC Morrison,  Pres.
Louise Hasler, Sec.

A little inspiration here!! Submitted by JoAnn Hafen Granger