Eric Ericksen Injured in Threshing Accident ~ 1889

Thomas Burnside Poems ~ from History of Mountainville ~ compiled by Melba Shelley Hill

"Old Uncle"  

A Rhyme Addressed to my Wife

I have left the busy city Nell, it's awful noise and din,

I have left the busy city and its whirlpool of sin.

Away far down, where pinie streams flow,

Through victors lovely veil, I pitch my tent to fine repose,

Where none will tell my tale of woe.

A pilgrim of the wilds this day, where man do seldom roam,

I eat my crust with thanks to God for this my humble home.

Small is my woodland cabin Nell, and here I sit alone,

Alone, yet never lonely Nell, for fancies of my own.

Some dreary memories of the past, my aged farm doth thrill,

And heart, it beats more wildly, while all around is still.

And here at night while looking back, over all my four score years,

I close my book, I cannot see the pages, for blinding tears.

But I'll soon pass away Nell, for men do come and go.

Before I cross that river dark, My Blessings I'll bestow.

Give all my dearest children Nell, a loving kiss for me,

And say for them my last farewell, will be for them and thee.

If ever that you wander near this lonely grave of mine,

Just open the gate, and pass right through, to where the wood vine.

Then  drop a burning tear Nell, or leave a lonely sigh,

And angels, they will whisper it as they slowly pass me by.


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Marion

Marion, my child, thou are gone
To where we cannot tell.
We fondly hope to some bright sphere 
Where holy angels dwell.

Marion, my child, while here
Thy race was ill to sin,
And yet for all we'd keep you here
I've got to give in.

Marion, my little tender flower,
Eternal life be given.
We ne'er shall murmur for to lose
The gift we got from heaven.

Mama feels so lonely now
At morning, noon and even,
Sweet consolation bids us hope
we'll meet again in heaven.

Written in memory of Marion Coates 1909
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"My Farm"
by Marvin LeRoy Coates

My farm to me, is not just land,
Where bare, unpainted buildings stand,
To me, my farm is nothing less
Than all God's created loveliness.

My farm is not where I must soil
My hands in endless, dreary toil..
But there, through seed and swelling pod, 
I've learned to walk and talk with God.

My Farm, to me, is not a place
Outmoded by a modern race..
I like to think I just see less
Of evil, greed and selfishness.

My Farm's not lonely - for all day
I hear my children shout and play
And here when age comes, free from fears,
I'll live again, long, joyous years.

My farm's a heaven -- here dwells rest,
Security, and happiness
Whatever befalls the world outside,
Here faith and hope and love abide.

And so my farm is not just land,
Where bare, unpainted buildings stand
To me, my farm is nothing less
Than all God's Hoarded Loveliness.

James William Cherry and wife Louise Keller Home ~ Researched by Tudy Barentsen Standlee

Death Of The Prophets

Dr. Francis Wise and family

Dr. Francis Herbert Wise was the grandson of Ingabor Olsen Wise who was born in Mt. Pleasant in 1893.  Ingabor was the daughter of Hans Peter Olsen and Anna Kjerstina Mathea Madsen Olsen. Ingabor married Samuel Pierce Wise.    Francis passed away in 1992. I, (Kathy) remember Francis' family visiting us each summer.  He was a full cousin to my mother,  Helen Olsen Rodgers Rigby.

Dr. Francis H. Wise was born in Salt Lake City, Utah and raised in Falls City, Oregon. When he was a child he saw a man with many degrees after his name and said to himself: “I want to have lots of initials after my name when I grow up.” This moment began a life of education and learning for the young boy. He attained a Doctorate of Philosophy, a Doctorate of Divinity, Master’s degree in Education and a Master’s degree in History. He attended: Willamette University, Oregon College of Education, Oregon State University, Harvard University, Union Theological Seminary, Oberlin Theological Seminary, University of the Philippines at Manila, University of Southern California, University of California, Los Angeles, and University of Illinois. Dr. Wise had a passion for education, family and children. He was in private practice in the Los Angeles area as a family and child psychologist for over thirty-five years.  

Successful Hunt

Left to Right:

O.K. Fotheringham, Mobe Kueseff,  Boyd Hafen, Shel Monsen, Herschel Jensen

Ina Seely Morgan ~ Funeral Program

ENN-ESS-AITCH JUNIORS 1927

 

 

What Is This Thing That Men Call Death ~ Gordon B. Hinckley

Harry Hanson ~ A Man Of Integrity

Harry L Hanson Jr

05/19/1933  -  10/03/2013

Harry Lawrence Hanson, Jr. completed his incredible eighty year earthly journey on October 3, 2013.  He was born in Rhame, North Dakota on May 19, 1933, the fifth of eleven children, to Harry Lawrence Hanson, Sr. and Alma Tesnes.  Harry was drafted into the Army during the Korean War and he credited military service and his wife, Lavonda Harper, for changing his life for the better.  Harry worked for J. C. Penney and was a true entrepreneur eventually starting his own department store, Big V, in Mt. Pleasant, UT.  He also owned a variety store, convenience store, campground, and car wash in Green River, UT, where he also served as Mayor.

Harry loved his country and continued to serve in the Air Force Reserve, working his way up the ranks, eventually retiring as a Chief Master Sargent after 30 plus years. He served actively during Desert Storm and held leadership positions in the VFW, American Legion, and Mt. Pleasant Senior Citizens.

Harry was a convert to the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints.  He had a firm testimony and served faithfully in many positions, including in the Manti Temple, which he loved.

Harry was charismatic and people were always drawn to him.  He accepted everyone and he always made eye contact with everyone in the room, giving them a wave, a wink, a nod, a kind word, or a funny comment, even in his last days.

Harry was well read and could talk intelligently about any subject.  He knew how everything worked and how to fix it.  He loved music, whistling, finding a good bargain, investing in the stock market, and new technology.

He was a very charitable person who was always an advocate for those less fortunate.  He truly believed he was blessed so he could help others.  Harry was a man of integrity and was never afraid to stand up against any one or any thing that didn’t square with right.  Harry loved spending time with his family and created many memories traveling with them, spending time at Lake Powell, attending football games and playing board games.  He was always there and indeed, was the life of the party.

Harry is survived by his wife, Lavonda, children, Kathy (Clark) Knudsen, Lehi, UT, Larry (Camille) Hanson, Stansbury Park, UT, and Nancy (Tony) Johnson, Salt Lake City, eight grandchildren, and four great-grandchildren.  In death he will be joining his parents, a daughter Pamela Banasky and two grandchildren.  Funeral services will be held Tues Oct 8, 2013 at 11:00 a.m. in the Mt. Pleasant North Stake Center (461 N 300 W) in Mount Pleasant, UT. Friends may call Monday from 6-8 p.m. at Rasmussen Mortuary and Tues from 9:30-10:30 a.m. at the church prior to services. Interment at Larkin Sunset Garden Cemetery, 1950 East Dimple Dell Road (10600 S), Sandy, UT at 3:00 p.m.

Special thanks to Home Care Assistants and A+ Hospice for their care and compassion, to his many friends and relatives for their calls, visits, notes, and kind words of support.

To honor Harry’s memory, please do something kind to help someone in need or brighten their day.

Chief, you will be forever in our hearts!

In Remembrance of Dona Hafen Pulham

 

Dona was the daughter of Boyd Hafen and Jessie Elizabeth Ericksen.

She grew up in Orem with her grandmother Elizabeth Emily Waldemar Ericksen.

  

She always had a song in her heart and a day didnt go by without music. She sang during her school years in musicals, trios, quartets, and choirs. She sang to gently wake up her family and to express her sheer joy in daily living. She found music in the song of the birds and in all of nature.

She recently sang with a stake Relief Society Choir at her stake conference. These musical moments brought her great happiness.

The best part of her life was sharing it with her beloved forever companion. They were married in the Manti Temple on June 27, 1947. This sacred union formed a firm foundation on which to raise their family. Her children were richly blessed to be brought up in a home of love and kindness, where simple truths of the gospel of Jesus Christ were taught and honored.

The void that she leaves will always be filled with the loving memories and lessons she taught us.

She temporarily leaves behind her loving children:Cheryl Dawn (Garry Green, deceased), Alan Kenneth (Anne) , Mark Hafen, Jeanine (Allen Blatter), Kurt Terry ( Tamera), and Brian Keith (Robin ) and 15 grandchildren and 15 great-grandchildren.

One Of Many Political Ribbons We Have at Our Relic Home

Story from "Little Folks" Magazine 1907 ~ A Girl to A Cat by Maria Johns Hammond