Saturday, July 30, 2011

BINGHAM I WAS BORN in COPPERFIELD by LOWELL JENSEN

     Born in Copperfield and I Moved and Moved
Lowell D Jensen
Class of 1947
Lowell
by Lowell Jensen
   I was born 31 August 1929 in Copperfield.  My mom and dad were living with my grandparents, Charlie and Mary Winn, and I was born in their home which was in the circle.  Not long after, my folks got a a place on the” Terrace Heights” , one of those three room duplexes right behind the elementary school.  Most ever one probably thinks of me as a Copperton kid, but I started out in Copperfield.  I lived in Copperfield until I was almost seven.  I actually completed the first grade in Copperfield Elementary with Miss Hooten as my first grade teacher.  I don’t remember a lot about Copperfield.  I remember if you were lucky enough to find an empty beer bottle you could take it to the Combination Bar and get an all-day sucker.  Exploring old mine diggings was always a great adventure and probably more dangerous than I thought.
Joel P and his band
We moved to Copperton in June of 196.  I got involved in the Boy Scouts while in Copperton.   Participating in hiking and camping and other scout activities was something I enjoyed a lot.  One thing I remember was the annual swimming meet held at Camp Tracy Wigwam.  Our troop had a good bunch of swimmers we thought; but coming in second place was the best we could do.  The Copperfield troop always seemed to be the champs.  Steve Hausknecht was our best diver; the cannon ball was his best dive.  I have always enjoyed working with the scouts.  I fact I am still involved as the chairman of the scout committee.  
I started playing the trombone when I was in the fourth grade.  I took private lessons from Joel P. Jensen.  Playing in the High School band was always a lot of fun.  I didn’t like marching, just playing.  One time while participating in a festival in Heber City, our band was marching down the main street.  The drum major signaled for the band at a 45 degree angle.  I was on the first row and failed to see the signal, so while the band was marching in one direction I continued to march straight ahead.  Needless to say, Joel Jensen let me know about that. 

Karl H   Jack K    Lois G    Lowell J  Chris G  Gene O  Mick C  
 We organized a little dance band in High School with Jack Knudsen and Karl Hoffmann on the trumpets, Mick Culleton on Sax, Lois Groves on piano, Chris Goris on drums and Gene Olsen and myself on trombone.  It was kind of a brassy band, but we enjoyed playing at assemblies.  Our first performance was at a High School assembly.  We only knew two numbers, so we played both of them.  The students applauded for an encore, so we played the first number over again.  We got to play at several dances around Bingham and we even got paid for playing. While I was attending LDS Business, met another trombone player that played in a dance band in Salt Lake.  The band was in need of another trombone player, so I tried out and got the job.  We played for church dances and school dances in the Salt Lake area.  We got to to play for about two months at the Avalon Ballroom out in Sandy.  The other player that got me the job  was named Kartchner ( I forget his first name) ;and as it turned out we get to see each other every five years at our High School reunion.   He’s married to Amelia Katis.
Lowell  front  2nd from  left
When I was sixteen, I was involved in a hunting accident while hunting rabbits in the hills by Copperton.  We didn’t see any rabbits so we took turn shooting insulters off the posts of an old abandoned electric fence.  It was Squeaky Coleman’s turn to fire and when he pulled the trigger, the gun failed to fire.  When he brought the gun down to eject the shell, it went off and the bullet hit me in the left hip.  My first thought was that I was going to bleed to death, my second thought was that I was never going to walk again.  However, neither of these things came to pass, but I had to wear a brace on my left foot to assist me in my walking.  I wore the brace for 25 years when I decided too see if there was a way to get rid of it.  The only solution the doctor could suggest was to have the ankle fused.  This has been a pretty good solution, except that now that I am older, I’m getting arthritis in my ankle. 
Like most of the boys in Bingham, I started at Kennecott Copper when I was 16.  I started in the track gang, but after the accident I was placed on light duty; so I spent most of my early life as a switch tender.
Gene   Keith   Lowell
When I was 20, I accepted the opportunity to be a missionary for the LDS church.  I served in Northern California, most of the time north of Sacramento in the town of Redding, Chico and Yuba City.   I severed in one small town, it reminded me of the Bingham area.  It was not a mining town, it was a lumbering town, owned by a lumbering company.  The name of the town was Westwood.  Only the fronts of the buildings were painted on the main street.   The company policy was, “we’re a paint company not a paint company”.  All most everyone in town worked for the company.  I finished my mission in the Oakland area in a city called Hayward, I ran into a couple of Binghamites who were living there; Donnie Deacon and Donna Throckmorton Deacon.  It was good to talk about the good times in Bingham.
              Right after I returned home from my mission, I got a call from Fern Pett.  He said there was job in the track office as a clerk if I wanted it.  Since I had the clerical and accounting training at LDS Business College, I took the job and began my second career at Kennecott.  I worked at a variety of clerical positions at the Mine until I had the opportunity  to transfer to the Slat Lake Office in the Payroll Department.  While working in Salt Lake , I the opportunity  to take a computer programing aptitude test, so Kennecott sent me to the IBM programing school to learn that skill.  So, except for a short period as a “Cost Analyst” at the Mine, I continued my career in data processing at Kennecott until my retirement in 1989.
Ralph Siddoway     Karl Hoffman     Lowell Jensen    Norman Steel
Marvin Pullan  Amedo Pino  Bill Boren  Cal Crump  Steve Hausknecht
           
 In 1948 I met Lois Cloward, a pretty young thing from Vernal, Utah.  She was working for her Aunt at a boardinghouse on about 10th East on Second South in Salt Lake.  Keith Cowdell was dating Lois’s cousin and arranged a blind date for Lois and I.  we dated pretty steady until the time I left for the mission.  Not long after I got home from the mission, Lois and I were married.  We’ve been together since November of 1951.  We have six children, 17 grandchildren and five great grandchildren.
            When we were first married we lived in Midvale at about 7200 South and State Street.  The rent in Midvale seemed pretty high at $50.00 per  month.  So, after about two years decided to move to Lark where we rented for &27.50 per month in hopes that we could save enough for a pace of our own.  We lived in Lark for about two years with Cal and Gwen Crump as close neighbors.  We purchased a home in Magna and moved there in December 1956.  As our family grew, we needed a larger place so we had a home built in West Jordan and moved there in 1966.  After ten years of living in West Jordan, the traffic became to busy, so we bought a place in Sandy and moved there in 1976.  After about 12 years in Sandy, we started to think about retirement.  That’s about the time we found a building lot in Southern Utah and purchased it for retirement.  We decided to go as a couple on a LDS, we sold our home and rented a place in Copperton until after retirement.  I retired in October 1989 and we left for one year on a mission to Ontario, Canada.  When we left Canada, drove right to St. George and found an apartment while our new home was being built.  We now live in Ivins.  We now live in Ivins, a small town about three miles west of St. George.  Moving around has been a great experience for us.   Over the years we have made many friends in each of the places we’ve lived.
While living in West Jordan, I was challenged to get involved in politics.  I ran for the City Councilman and as luck would have it, I won.  I found out that campaigning was a lot more fun than serving on the Council.  When I was sworn in, the Mayor said that at every meeting one half of the people are happy with the decision you make and the other half are unhappy; then at the next meeting the same thing occurs.  The only problem is that it’s never the same people that are happy and the one that are unhappy never forget.  Since that time I’ve decided to stay out of politics.  However, I do enjoy attending the city council meetings here in Ivins once in awhile. 
          I have had many wonderful times during my life and enjoy each day and the opportunities awaiting me.

Friday, July 29, 2011

BINGHAM A HISTORY of MY LIFE by DAVID THORNE


David Thorne
My History
I was born at home in Bingham Canyon in 1928.  I graduated from the Bingham High School in 1947.   My parents were Silas and Olive Thorne.  I had four sisters: Afton class of “43”, Reva class of “46”, Alta class of “50”, and Marilyn class of “52”.  We all attended Bingham Central grade school as well as Bingham High.  Afton and Reva both worked for Dr. Richards at the Bingham Hospital for several years.  Afton passed away n 1991 after suffering many years with multiple sclerosis.  Reva lives in Murray, Alta in Sandy and Marilyn in Provo.  My father died in 1973 and my mother in 1982. 
            My father worked for the Utah Copper (now Kennecott) before I was born until he retired in 1962.  The Utah Copper used to have annual “Field Days” in the Copperton Park with a picnic, games and rides.  The company gave out tokens for rides and treats and paid for everything.  There was a lot of Company spirit in those days and we really had fun.
            I lived in central Bingham, just below Heaston Heights, until my dad bought a house that was located below the copper precipitating plant and south of the Bingham cemetery, and moved it to Frog Town near the old D&RG railroad depot. 
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Everyone who lived in Bingham in those days and earlier, will remember some of the tragedies that befell the town.  I remember several bad fires that took some kids’ lives and couple of mud slides and a rolling boulder that wrecked several houses.  When I was a small child, I lived in some fear of the fire siren at night and prayed there wouldn’t be a fire. 
Our family would often go to the Utah Copper baseball games in the Copperton park.  We usually had a picnic in the park after the game. 
            I played in the “pee-wee soft ball league in the summers when I was seven or eight; two of my team- mates were Art Bentley and Teddy Allen.  The school buss picked us up in Bingham and took us to the Copper ballpark in Copperton.  We called our team “Marv’s Stars” and were sponsored by Marv’s Service Station in middle Bingham.  When we won, Marv would treat to a free soda pop from his cooler; of course we always told him we won.
            Bingham had a great town spirit when I was growing up there.  The town always celebrated the 4th of July with a parade, orations, foot-races and fireworks.  Wow, people set off a lot of firecrackers.  I remember the gutters along the sidewalks full of paper from the exploded firecrackers.  I remember a couple of “Galena Days” : no cars were allowed above Frog Town and transportation was only by horse-and –buggy or horse-drawn carts.  Women were required to wear old-fashioned dresses and bonnets, and men had to spot beards or be locked in the “hoosegow” until they paid a fine.   The celebrations included the ever popular parade and several kinds of mining contests.               As a kid I hiked all over the hills in Bingham.  My buddies at that time included Art Bentley, Teddy Allen and Floyd Timothy.  We had a favorite place we called “waterfalls”;  it was a real pretty spot with a nice stream and a pond.  We made rafts and poled around the pond.  The water was so cold we didn’t swim unless we fell off the raft.  The place has long since been filled in with a Kennecott waste dump.  (the water falls and pond was in Freeman Canyon just over the B&G railroad)
            I started the 7th grade in 1942 and the W.W  II was on.  School used to close for a week in October so the boys could go to work for the farmers down in the valley harvesting sugar beets.  The school bus would drop us off at various farms.  Some of us “miners kids” were probably pretty frustrating to some of the farmers with our antics; but some of the farmers took advantage of us.  One farmer charged us for using hid grindstone to sharpen our beet knives and for a gallon jug that we used for drinking-water that got broken.  He said his daughter was a mathematician . so she figured out our pay.  We ended           up with very little to show for our hard work.  But other farmers were fair with us. 
            I had a morning paper route for a time when I was in Junior High.  I had a faithful companion on my route, my ,dog Tippy.  My route went from Markham Gulch up upper Maim Street and then up the stairs to the Copper Heights and down Carr Fork.  After I had quit the route, some of my customers’ told me they would still see Tippy making the rounds.
Floyd Timothy and I used to roller-skate on the sidewalks from the business district to Frog Town; we had some wild rides down the canyon.  One time we scavenged a big pile of magazines and we both had our arms full going down the sidewalk.   Just below the Bingham Garage, on a particularly steep stretch , one of Floyd’s wheels  flew off.   Floyd took a spectacular spill with magazines flying all over the street. However Floyd wasn’t hurt badly. 
            Floyd, Merlin Timothy, Art Bentley and I used to set the pins at the Gemmell  Club.  On our way home we would usually stop at the Bingham Drug and play the “odd and even” punch card to multiply our earnings.  We would hang around the club and play pool while we were waiting for someone to hire us to set pins and Ken Shultzen enlisted some of us in to the boxing program at the club.   Floyd and I got matched up to box in the Smoker one night and Floyd knocked the daylights out of me.  
Gene Halverson    Keith Webb    Lowell Jensen
            During the war years, things were hard to get.  Gene Halverson’s dad was able to get him a new 22 rifle and I really wanted one; Gene’s father located another one at Wolfe’s Sporting Goods in Salt Lake and persuaded them to sell it to me.  Gene and I had a lot of fun hunting squirrels above Telegraph, where the Halverson’s lived and rabbits on “Horseshoe bend”, an old railroad grade in the hills south of Copperton- now covered by Kennecott Copper waste dump.
            Gene, Keith Webb and I did a lot of backpacking.  Once, when we went fishing at Granddaddy Lake (high Uinta Mountains), Gene rented a horse; as we were plodding along, pretty slowly up the trail, Gene wanted his horse to go faster and kept prodding it along with his feet.  The trail at that moment was passing along the top of a steep cliff where the horse conceived an effective stratagem- it backed up to the edge and threatened to dump Gene over.  For the rest of the trip, the horse was boss!  Another time we went fishing in Yellowstone Park in the fall.  At that time of the season, there were very few people in the park and the scavenging bears were hungry.  One night I was sleeping soundly when a black bear started tugging on my sleeping bag trying to pull it with me in it, out of the tent.  At  first I thought it  was Gene trying to wake me up early to go fishing, as was his custom.   When I realized it was a bear, I let out a blood curling scream  and the bear bounded off (with Gene chasing).   Latter that morning, out in the woods, we found the blanket , that had been over the foot of my sleeping bag with big rips in it.
            Duane Thorpe got me interested in chemistry during High School.  Duane, in turn, was influenced by Bob Godwin (the same who at this time, blew his little finger off).  Does anyone remember the stink bomb that Duane set off in the library?  I set up  a chemistry lab in in our basement, which was just a dirt cellar under  our house.   At that time a person could order almost any kind od chemical by Railway Express from various supply houses.   One day I was mixing up a batch of gunpowder  and I wanted it to burn faster so I tried adding a little red phosphorous.  While I was mixing in the phosphorous the mixture ignited; the flash burned my right thumb badly and signed my eyebrows.   Smoke poured out around the foundation of the house but, luckily it didn’t set the house on fire.  I went to Dr. Frazier to attend to my burns.  Doc wasn’t very gentile; he took a pair of scissors and snipped off a large blister from my thumb and I fainted and hit the floor.  The nurse, Pearl Knudsen, was quite concerned but the doctor told her to just let me lie there until I came around.
            I remember one day when we were in welding class there was an acetylene generator that dropped carbide in controlled amounts into water in a closed chamber to generate acetylene.  “Boss” Hausknecht was out of the welding shop at the time and Don Christensen, for some strange reason, managed to release a large amount of carbide into the water before he had secured the lid.  The mixture frothed out of the vessel on to the floor, also of course, releasing a lot of acetylene into the air.  Boss had returned by that time and saw what was happening and evacuated the whole shop until the acetylene had cleared out; we spent the rest of the day cleaning up the mess. 
            Virginia Harris taught a girl’s modern dance class and one day her class gave a presentation in an assembly.  Several of us boys didn’t appreciate the show, with the girls prancing across the stage, and we sneaked out.   Sunny Alsop and Merritt Poulsen but we escaped into the hills above the High School and run up a dirt road we called the “obstacle course”.  We came upon a sheep camp up there where some sheep men were docking and castrating lambs.  One man would lop of a tail; another would cut the lambs scrotum, bend over and pull the testicles out with his teeth, sever them, and spit them out (rocky mountain oysters), periodically swishing his mouth out with a swig of beer and swallowing it.  We were so intrigued with this procedure we missed out next class.
            I started working at Utah Copper on my sixteenth birth day.  Like most of the other guys from Bingham High.   I worked on the track gangs on weekends and holidays and summer vacations.  I also worked there while attending college, sometimes part-time and other times full-time;  I had various jobs including track gang, switch tender, flagman, speeder operator and boilermaker’s helper.
            I started at the University of Utah in 1947 and graduated with a degree in microbiology in 1953.  I married Gwen Townsend in 1954; gen was from Hagerman, Idaho and was in nursing training at St. Marks Hospital in Salt Lake.  That year I worked in the laboratory at holy Cross Hospital and latter went to work at Dugway Proving Grounds in the Army’s biological warfare program.   We moved to San Mateo, California in 1959 where I worked in the medical lab in the San Mateo County Hospital.  Although we loved the San Francisco area we didn’t like the life style and so we moved back to Dugway that same year.  We bought a home in Tooele after we came back.  We had good time hiking and camping with our five boys as they were growing up in Tooele. 
Back center-Dave Thorne
Vic Roblez, Merlin Timothy, Marvim Pullan, Karl Hohmann
            We lived in Tooele until 1975 when I was laid off at Dugway.  I then obtained a job as a wildlife biologist at the Rock Mountain Arsenal  in Denver where I monitored the environment for chemical contamination resulting from the Army’s development of chemical weapons and from a pesticide manufacturing plant at the site.
            I retired in 1986 and liv in Boulder, Colorado.  We have a small motorhome and enjoy travelling and camping.  I like to hike, bike and ski.  Two of our sons, Kenny and Steve, live in the Boulder area; Ron lives in Littleton, Colorado; Greg lives Colorada Springs, Colorado; and Paul lives in Pasco, Washington.  We have ten grandchildren.  We enjoy having lots of time to spend with our children and grandchildren.
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Thursday, July 28, 2011

PETERSON PIERRE CHRISTIAN BOEL by EUGENE

PIERRE CHRISTIAN BOEL

by EUGENE H. HALVERSON

                Pierre and his twin brother Niels were born on the Bol farm in Oudrup, Aalborg, Denmark in Northern Jutland on April 5,  1875.  They were the last children of my great grandparents Christian Peter Boel and Maren Kjerstine Sorensen.  Pierre is another form of the name Peter. 

                Denmark was still trying to recover from a war with Germany, with 2/5ths. of her lands taken by their ancient enemy, our people were very poor and did not always have enough to eat. 

                The twins never had enough to eat, and they did suffer from malnutrition, their mother just didn't have enough milk for two children.  It had been a struggle to keep them alive until they could eat solid food.  The boys were always sickly and hungry, they were fed what the Danes called "sugar teaty" a mixture of sugar, milk and meal or bread.  This was placed in a cloth bag so the babies could suck on it.

                The Mormon Missionaries had already converted our family to this new Church.  Christian's mother, Anne Marie Poulsdatter had promised her daughter, Christiana that if by chance she lived longer than her husband, she would follow her to America.  When he, Christian Pedersen Bol died in 1877, she was now free to join her daughter.  Christian had also been waiting impatiently for the day he could leave Denmark.  He didn't like the prospects for the future, he had seen two separate wars with Germany, and fought in the last one.  

                But the main reason to leave was they wanted to go to Zion, to be with other Mormons, to take his mother to her daughter before she became to old to go, she was 78 years old now.  They had waited now for 22 years and nothing would stop them now. 

                Maren, his wife, either couldn't or wouldn't to go to America.  The twins were only three years old and could never survive the trip.  We are also told that she also had a sick mother. 

                A very determined Christian gathered five of the older children, his 78-year-old mother, Anna Marie Poulsen, and his two servants, Anne Johanna (Hanna) Jensen, their 26-year-old maid and Anders Andersen and left for America as soon as he could sell the Bol Farm and all he owned. 

                Christian bought a new and smaller house for his wife and three children who would remain here, Pierre, Niels and Ane Marie (Mary).  My Grandmother Mary choose to remain and help her Mother.  They stayed here for two long years, during this time the Missionaries had been coming to their home with their message and they now accepted this new Restored Gospel.  I wonder if things would have turned out differently if Great Grandmother Maren could have accepted it earlier.  She missed her husband and children. 

                So then one day she sold the farm and the Mormon Church provided a way for them to get to Utah, in the spring of 1880.  When they arrived, it wasn't the happy reunion they had expected.  Christian had married Hanna.  The Church sanctioned plural marriage at this time, they thought everything would be alright, he would just have two wives but Maren would have nothing to do with it.  Bishop Hunter then found her a house nearby.

                Pierre's twin brother, Niels died two weeks later after arriving in Utah from the measles.  Many died along the way due to the crowded conditions either on the ship or the train.  After their arrival here, Pierre was separated from his mother and now lived with his father.  The stepmother was never accepted as a mother,  she was always called Aunt Hanna or Hanner.  She tried to discourage Pierre from seeing his real mother who lived in a dugout nearby.  She told him, "Grow up, your too old to hang on to her teaty any longer.

                We believe Pierre did received an eighth grade education, something his older brothers and sisters did not have an opportunity to do.  He had beautiful penmanship.  He was active in Church and taught Sunday School classes.  He had a keen mind and received his blacksmith training from his father.

                One day while chasing a pig, Pierre hurt his food some way.  The bone became diseased and his toes had to be amputated.  He was a cobbler and made his own shoes, he made them in such a way that it hid his deformity.

                In a letter , Mollie said, "Elder Madsen, mother has passed away.  I have found a good home for Father.  Now I would like to come to Utah.  He promptly sent her money to bring her here, to his family where she soon won the hearts of his whole family. 

                Mollie said, "My next home was that of Dr. and Mrs. George E. Robinson where I had a good life from November 1905 to December 15, 1909.  Their house was located at 257 East Center Street, Provo, Utah.  They were very kind to me, treating me as one of the family.  While I was there, I met Pierre C. Boel of Mapleton, Utah.  We were promptly attached to one another.  She wrote a letter that read, "Elder Madsen, I'm the happiest girl in all the land.  I'm going to be married in the Temple to the finest man I ever knew." 

                "One day I met a Scottish lassie named Mollie McClain in Provo.  I wrote a letter to Mollie's father asking his permission to marry his daughter.  We were married on December 15, 1909 in the Salt Lake Temple. 

                We lived in Mapleton from 1909 to May 1913."  This house on 100 West 1600 South is still standing.  It was given to Pierre when he married Mollie by his father Christian Boel.  It was payment for working for him without pay for many years.  Pierre was 34 years old at the time.  It took four years for his father to build a new house and move out.  Mollie never got along with her new mother-in-law, Aunt Hanna.  It was a long four years.

                "To this marriage was born three children:  Joseph Myrle, born February 18, 1911 at Mapleton, Utah; George Hagen, born May 20, 1912 at Mapleton, and Daniel Merwin, born October 14, 1914 at Sutherland, Millard County, Utah.

                "Pierre and I and our two boys, Joseph Myrle and George Hagen, lived in our little  home in Mapleton, Utah County, Utah, until May 1913. 

                Soon after gainning possession of his father's farm Pierre sold the farm.  This must have been a dissapointment for his father.  Anyway they  bought a 40 acre farm in Sutherland, Millard County, Utah.  We moved on to this farm in a small, two-room frame house.  We lived there three years where Daniel Merwin was born October 14, 1914.  Were were very happy there until my husband's health failed him.  He thought if we were back in Utah County, closer to the mountains, he would get better." 

                "So he sold the farm and we moved to Pleasant View in 1916 where we bought a small fruit farm.  However, his health did not improve and the work was so hard that he could not carry on.  In time, we were forced to sacrifice this farm for a smaller one.  This time we had five acres on 12th north near Provo.  In the spring of 1918, in the month of April, we built a little two-room home with a half basement. 

                "His health continued to grow worse and in July 28, 1918, he passed away leaving me alone with our three little boys - Joseph, who was seven years and five months old; George, who was six years two months old and Daniel who was three years nine months old. 

                Mollie in her own story tells of the hardships of raising three children alone.  The times of unbearable loneliness when the children grew up and went their separate ways. 

                Pierre not being of legal age when his father took out his naturalization papers in 1893 and as such was the only child of the marriage with the Boel name.  The rest of his brothers and sisters were Petersens.  Mollie said about 1917 the family came to him ask him to change his name to Peterson.  In Denmark his was Christensen. 

                Pierre was only 43 years old when he died and was only married for nine years.  They did love each other very much.  Mollie was 90 years old when she passed away. 

PETERSON TRIBUTE to MOLLIE McCLAIN by ELDER MADSEN

A TRIBUTE to the life of SISTER

MOLLIE McCLAIN BOEL

by Elder John P. Madsen
September 30 1967

                It was the month of April, 1902, I had been in the mission field but two months when a call came from the Saints numbering not more than ten in Rutledge, Georgia,

                This to them was as a Sacrament Meeting to us.  The morning was bright and clear, birds were singing, spring was here.  We had come six miles to walk through a timber land.  A high rail fence on either side of the road covered with many types of wild berries all in bloom, with fragrance filling the air.  A mocking bird flittered ahead, going through all types of antics, chattering away as much to say, "This is the way follow me." 

                Soon we were at Brother Studdards plantation, a grand old Civil War Veteran in his seventies, who was the leader of the group.  The house was built of logs, high off the ground.  The material coming from the land.  Only the windows were of foreign material.  Sister Studdard, a grand old lady, busy cooking dinner for the group, had little time for strangers. 

                As I sat on the porch which gave a view of the rugged area that was being planted, I noticed coming from the east three people.  Their arms were clenched tightly walking three abreast.  they were making their way over a rugged road to the house.  As they neared, I stepped down to help them up a flight of steps.  It was then that the girl in the center extended her hand with, "Elder I'm Mollie McClain, this is my Father and Mother." 

                Mollie was a beautiful girl, neat and trim and wearing a beautiful flower in her hair.  She was one to be admired.  Once inside, brother Studdard was asked to take charge.  With the preliminaries over, then the Sacrament, it was decided to have the Saint's bear their testimonies, as it had been some time since they last saw the Elders.  When it came to Sister Mollie, in a tone that thrilled you, she told of her conversion and knowledge of the Gospel.  I knew in a moment there was nothing phony about this girl.  She was genuine. 

                After the meeting , she told me how the rest of the family had married, building homes of their own, and she felt duty bound to care for her aging Father and Mother.  Yes, Mollie was obeying that Commandment, "Honor thy Father and thy Mother.  During my two years, I had the pleasure of visiting these dedicated humble Saints of not more than ten members.  The last time, I had been released to return home.  The goodbyes were not pleasant.  There were tears in our eyes and Mollie placed her hand in mine, I recall saying, "We may not meat again in this life."  She checked me with these words, Elder Madsen, we will meet again, I promise."  She was so sure , I said no more. 

                I had not been home long when a letter came which read; "Elder Madsen, Mother has passed away.  I have found a good home for Father.  Now I would like to come to Utah."  Too proud to ask me for a ticket, yet I knew that for this girl to go into the cotton mills (fields) ten hours a day, for which she would receive the sum of fifty cents, it would take her a long time before she could come to Utah. 

                I immediately sent her a letter and waited.  Then one day, I heard a voice cry out, "Stop, driver, stop.  This is the place.  That's him right over there."  Before the old horse could stop, a young girl was out and hurrying over the garden. 

                It was Mollie.  She was crying; mother took her in her arms.  When she had regained her composure, I asked her why she didn't let me know when she would leave.  It was then that I learned she had sent word with the returning Elder.  He had failed to deliver the message, so she arrived in Utah with only a taxi cab driver to greet her, who fleeced her out of every penny she had, and together they set out to find Elder Madson. 

                 Mollie soon won the hearts of the family.  So kind and courteous and considerate and gradually began to adjust her life to the ways of the west.  My responsibilities in the Uintah Basin were becoming urgent and I made ready to go.  Before leaving Sister Mollie approached me, placing her hands in mine, thanking me for my kindness and added, "Will you do me one more favor?"  "Surely Mollie , what is it?" "Find me a job of work."  " Why Mollie, you're welcome to stay here as long as you like."  "That isn't the point,  I want to be on my own.  I do not want to be a burden to anybody."

                 We found Mollie a job with a Doctor and his family, who grew so fond of her they wanted to adopt her.  Some years passed by, then on day a letter came which read, "Elder Madson, I'm the happiest girl in all the land.  I'm going to be married in the temple to the finest man I know."

                It had dawned on me why she was so sure she would see me again.  This girl had vowed when she married it would be a Mormon boy and in the temple.  Her faith brought her that blessed privilege.  It was a happy union.  A honeymoon that began at the alter and never ended until he passed away.  Mollie was not left alone.  Three fine sons were hers to raise and what a wonderful job she did.  Sons that any mother would be proud to call her own.  When I would visit her, That was the topic of discussion.  She lived for these boys, their lovely wives and her grandchildren.  She cared not for gold and silver, precious gems or jewels.  All she wanted were the necessities of life which were hers.

                Each of her sons wanted her to make her home with them, but not for Mollie.  "I want to see you often, to be near you, but not to live with you, that is out."  And now we say farewell to one of Gods noble mothers, one who has finished her earthly mission. 

                Surely St. Peter has bid her welcome and if the veil could be lifted, You would see her by the side of the man she loved.  Together they will be planning for that day when the Lord will descend with a shout and the voice of the Archangel and the trumpet of God.  It is then the dead in Christ shall rise first.  This sister and her husband will be among that number and a thousand years they will dwell in the presence of the Lord.  During which time the earth will be cleansed and purified, celestialized and receive it's paradisiacal glory.  This will become the abode of those who receive the Celestial glory and are exalted to enjoy that companionship which began here in this life for time and eternity. 

                The grandeur of all this is beyond the imagination of human beings.  I ask you friends, is it worth the effort, the sacrifice, one has to make?  Sister Mollie thought so and thus in parting she has left behind footprints in the sands of time that will remain and as the years come and go, other footprints will come and who knows, some day there will be a whole colony of Boels.  All because this girl had the courage to come out in the world and declare her life for the Savior.  Firmly did she plant in the souls of these three sons, the seeds of love and devotion, honesty, and cleanliness.  I'm sure they will step in her steps all the way. 

                If I have in any way contributed to the happiness of this, our sister, please be assured the pleasure is mine.  May I say to her family, any time you feel I can be of help, I am at your service.  And as the Prophet of old decried, " As for me and my house, we will serve the Lord."  May this be our happy lot, I pray in the name of Jesus, Amen.

ss/John P. Madsen

PETERSON MY LIFE by MOLLIE McCLAIN

AUTOBIOGRAPHY of my LIFE

MOLLIE McCLAIN
by  MOLLIE McCLAIN


                My Grandfather, Bennet Hill McClain, was born in Scotland in 1807.  Juriah Freeman, whom he married in 1827 was born in Scotland in 1808.  They had just arrived from Scotland and were in Rochester, New York where my father, John McClain, was born August 20, 1818. 

                From Rochester, they went to Chattanooga, Tennessee and just before the War tween the States, they moved to Monticello, Georgia.  My Grandfather, Bennet Hill McClain, left his family there and went to Nashville, Tennessee. 

                My Father stayed with his mother and brothers and sisters in Monticello.  Where he met and married Sarah Farrow who was born in 1833 and she died in 1856.  After being widowed for four years, he met and married my mother, Elvira Caroline Cook at Monticello, Georgia in 1860.  She was born in March, 1838.  Their children were as follows: Elisha Newton Barto, born August 23, 1861;  John Franklin, July 2, 1863;  William Thomas, May 8, 1865;  Elizabeth Catherine, April 20, 1867;  Juriah Nancy C., March 31, 1871;  Lucy Jane, December 15, 1873;  Emma Florence, May 1 1875;  and Mollie, August 1, 1877. 

                John McClain, my Father, was the superintendent of the Newton County Cotton Mill during the time of the War between the North and the South.

                 My Mother's father, John Cook, lived at Monticello until after the war, then moved to Carter Place in Newton County.  Carter Place is apparently the name of the house in which they lived, the town in Newton County being Sandtown which is now known as Newborn, Georgia.)  He married Dicie Bairb. 

The following is a list of John and Dicie Bairbs children:

                Burton Cook, who served in the war for 18 months before returning to his home in Palmetto County; 
                Evira Caroline Cook, who was my Mother, was born March, 1838; 
                Jim Cook, who married Lula Thigpin and left the Carter Place and went to Arkansas. 
                Jesse Cook married Jennie Hawkins and lived at Centennial, near Rutledge, Georgia.  He owned a home there.  He also served in the war for 12 months: 
                Bud Cook married Loey Harris.  They lived in Tipton, Georgia with their adopted daughter.  He was in the war for a year, also. 
                Frank Cook was in the Army.  He had the measles which affected his nerves and he died without ever having been married. 
                Berry Cook served in the war and was beheaded in the Seven Pines Battle. 
                Louise Cook married David Griffin.  They lived in Rockdale County and had three children, Lula, Laura, and Otis. 
                Penny Cook married Jack Wilson who left her a widow.  She later married Tom Mitcham.  They were the parents of Panse Mitcham and Lilla Bryant.

                My fathers brother, Elisha McClain, married and was the father of two boys,
                His sister Susan E. McClain, married a Mr. Daniel.  she lived and died at Danielville, which was named for her husband. 
                Frank McClain married a Coker girl from Hickory Flat in Cherokee County.  He also served in the war between the States. 
                Jim McClain married a girl named Arnold, went to Tennessee and enlisted in the war.  His death came during the struggle. 
                Avian McClain married Dr. Parks at Gainesville, lived and died there. 
                Henry McClain served in the war, was shot in the head, but lived to die in a soldiers home in Atlanta, Georgia on June 5, 1914. 

                My brother Elisha Newton Barto married Katie Wellborn.  He was born August 23, 1861 and died September 27, 1887.  They had one son born about 1885.  His name was Perry McClain. 

MOLLIE'S BROTHER'S and SISTERS;     
                John Franklin McClain (brother) married Lucy Wellborn.  He was called Frank and died Dec. 22, 1930.  Lucy his first wife died and he married LueNelia Armstead.  Frank and Lucy had one girl who died infancy.  He and LueNelia raised seven girls, Vessie, Cassie, May, Fannie, Levvie, Maud, Eddie Louise and Etta. 

                Another of my brothers, William Thomas married Arow Jones.  They raised three sons, Thomas Skinner, Aubry and Bill.  William was born May 8, 1865 and died February, 1935. 

                Elizabeth Cathern McClain (sister) married Joseph Wellborn Dec. 23, 1884.  She was born April 20, 1867.  Joseph Wellborn was born March 28, 1863.  I have no death date for Johnnie although he is dead.  They had a large family consisting of 14 children.  I'll list them as follows;
                                                born                                                                                        born
Katura Frances                    Oct. 14,  1885                       Willie Paul                             May 20, 1887
Baby ?                                   Mar. 21, 1889                      Lilla                                        Nov. 29, 1890
Charlie                                   Jan.  21,  1893                      Jesse                                       July  27, 1894
Johnnie                                  Nov.18,  1897                      Mary                                      Jan.   19, 1899
Lonnie                                   April 8,  1900                        Asbery                                   Dec.  12, 1902
Walter                                    Jan. 29,  1906                       Estella                                    Feb.  19, 1909
Baby                                      Dec. 18, 1909                       Bessie                                     Sept.   1, 1914

                Juriah Nancy Cook (sister) was born March 31,1871.  She married Johnnie Wellborn on Jan. 10, 1897, died Nov. 5, 1953, they had three girls and four boys;  Beatrice M., born Sept. 16, 1898 and died Sept. 18, 1942;  Mozella Juriah Nancy, March 19, 1900;  Beulah, Sept., 1901;  Dewey, August 26, 1903;  Raymon, June 11, 1906;  Herman, April 6, 1911;  Mieges, August 31 ,1914. 

                My sister Lucy Jane married William D. Dunevent May 20, 1895.  Their children were Lottie, Elinore, Myrtle and J. V...  A baby was also born and died in infancy.  Lucy Jane was born Dec. 15, 1873.  She died but I am without the date.    

                My sister Emma Florence married Robert Studdard March 12, 1896.  Their children were;  Anne C. Feb. 18,1897 and Clara Sept. 25, 1903, she died Sept. 6 1932.  Robert Studdard died April 24, 1905 and Emma Florence married Ben S. Stap Nov. 13, 1907.  They had the following children;  Ludie,  born August 27 1908, Eula Agness, May 29, 1910, Josie Elvira, May 4, 1912, Emma Florence McClain Studdard Stap was born May 1, 1875, and died August 27, 1941.  Her first husband, Robert Studdard was born Sept. 28, 1873 and died April 24, 1905.  Her second husband Ben S. Stap was born Nov. 13, 1869.  

MOLLIE McCLAIN BOEL                              writer of this Family Record

                I Mollie McClain was born August 1, 1896.  I married Pierre Christian Boel in the Salt Lake Temple on Dec. 15, 1909.  He died on July 28, 1918.  To this marriage was born three children:  Joseph Myrle, born Feb. 18 1911, at Mapleton, Utah.  George Hagen, born May 20, 1912 at Mapleton, Utah, and Daniel Merwin, born Oct. 14, 1914 at Sutherland, Millard County, Utah. 



PIERRE CHRISTIAN BOEL;
                Pierre C. Boel was the son of Christian Peter Boel, and Maren Kjerstine Sorenson (Myrn Christine Sorenson).  She was also known as Mary Sorenson.  

                Pierre and our two boys, Joseph Myrle and George Hagen, lived in our little home in Mapleton, Utah County, Utah until May 1913.  He sold the home and bought a 40 acre farm in Sutherland, Millard County, Utah.  We moved on to this small, two room frame house.  We lived there for three years where Daniel Merwin was born august 14, 1914.  We were very happy there until my husbands health failed him.  He thought if we were back in Utah County, closer to the mountains, he would get better, so he sold the farm and we moved to Pleasant View in 1916 where we bought a small fruit farm.  However, his health did not improve and the work was so hard that he could not carry on.  In time we were forced to sacrifice this farm for a smaller one.  This time, we had five acres on 12th North, near Provo.  In the spring of 1918, in the month of April, we built a little two room home with a half a basement. 

                His health continued to grow worse, and in July 28, 1918, he passed away leaving me alone with our three boys.  Joseph who was seven years and five months old, George who was six years and two months old and Daniel who was three years nine months old.  We lived on this little farm for a few years and then sold and bought a home on 4th North on the East side of 5th.  West and South side of 4th North which was in the Third Ward of Provo. 

                In 1923, we bought a little three room home on 7th East in Provo.  We resided here for four years then I traded for a home on 4th. North and 2nd West.  The address was 391 N. 2nd West in the Provo 4th Ward.  We were very happy here for along time.  Joseph and George got married and left Dan and I alone. 

                Joseph Myrle married Ruth Richards on Sept. 5, 1934 in the Salt Lake Temple.  Ruth is from Farmington, Davis County, Utah, the daughter of E.F. Richards.  Joe and Ruth have made their home in Provo, Utah 244 West 3rd North.  They have four girls and one boy.  The eldest, Beth Anne, was born Nov. 13 1936;  Joline, Jan. 9, 1940;  Sondra, March 21, 1942;  Joseph Richard, July 31 1946;  and Christine, Nov. 23, 1954.  

                George Hagen Boel married Wanda Forsyth on June 8, 1934, with Bishop Royal J. Murdock, Bishop of the 4th Ward, officiating.  The marriage was solemnized in the Salt Lake Temple on June 8, 1959.  They have five children, three girls and two boys.  Marilyn was born Nov. 7, 1940 at Provo Utah;  Judy Kaye, June 23 1945;  George Daniel, Dec. 30, 1946;  Kathleen, Sept. 22, 1948;  and William Forsyth, June 6, 1953. 

                Daniel Merwin Boel married Beesie LuDean Wimmer in Salt Lake City on Nov. 28, 1942.  Their marriage was solemnized in the Salt Lake Temple on March 16, 1943.  Their first child, Rosemarie Lorraine Boel was born June 11, 1947, at Salt lake City;  Bonnie Kathleen, was born May 3,1949 at Salt Lake City, Utah;  and Daniel Alan was born was born May 5, 1950 at Salt Lake City, Utah.  This is the end of the actual family genealogy, now I will begin my own life history. 

MOLLIE McCLAINS LIFE HISTORY;
                "On August 1, 1877, I was born in a little log cabin in Morgan County at the little town of Rutledge, Georgia.  I am the fifth daughter of my father and mother, John McClain and Elvira Caroline Cook.  I can remember well the eight children in their family, three sons and five daughters.  I remember the house stood upon a little hill and faced the east.  The hill was covered with wild grass and flowers and clover.  To me, it was very beautiful.  I used to play with my sister who was two years older on this hill.  We would lay down at the top and roll down to the bottom.  I was about four years old at this time and we found it great fun. 

                An incident that impressed this on my mind was an incident that my father, mother, and sister Emma and I were in.  We were returning from a visit at my Uncle Jesse Cook's home at Centennial, Georgia.  We were riding in an old-fashioned buggy drawn by a stubborn mule who became frightened and started to run.  Father was driving and he tried to hold him back, but could not.  Father and mother fell out of the buggy and it tipped over with my sister Emma under it.  She was hurt very badly.  Mother received a broken finger.  My father was dragged for some distance by the mule and while I was not hurt, I was badly frightened.

                "Life to me at this time was most beautiful.  Everything was most marvelous and everybody was good for I knew nothing about sorrow or trouble.  It seemed to me that my father and mother's family was the most contented and happy family in all the world and all their friends were happy too.  Life was just one continual joy and happiness.  I suppose they experienced some sorrow, but to me, it was all joy.  My sister Emma and I romped through the woods and gathered wild flowers which were growing nearby.  We climbed trees, listened to the singing of the birds and watched the squirrels gathering nuts and scamper about the trees.  There were so many snakes, we were afraid of them, but we would kill every one we could for they would eat the bird eggs and kill the birds we loved so much.  We wanted our beloved birds to live happy lives, free from harm and fear.  There was nothing that pleased us more than to find a nest full of baby chicks, birds or tiny animals and to watch the mother feed and care for them.

                "My parents were very happy when my other brothers and sisters were young.  When their friends would call, my parents would join with them in their games and enjoy them as much as the young folks.  Father wasn't in the war between the northern and southern states.  He served as superintendent of the cotton mills at Newton County Georgia during the war.  He was saving his money to bury a home and wanted to pay cash for it, but the North won the war and his money was no good so he lost everything and never owned a home. 

                "My grandmother Cook lived with us.  She was so dear and we loved her so much.  She died when I was a very small girl, in 1882.

                "All my brothers and sisters were married and had homes and families of their own.  Father and mother and I were living in a very small house on a farm in the year 1898.  My father had been working hard all day and was very tired when he had eaten his supper, he went to sit on the porch to rest when it was cool, for the summer was very warm.  He leaned his chair back to rest and fell asleep.  Mother and I were washing up the dishes after the evening meal when we heard a gun shot.  It came from the front yard and we rushed out to see what had happened.  We were horrified to meet my father coming inside with blood steaming from his face.  A Negro man had slipped up in the darkness and shot him in the back of the head.  The bullet had come out on his cheek.  Mother and I screamed and called to our neighbors who lived some distance away.  Two of them came running and got a doctor and the sheriff.  They found the Negro's footprints in the sand beneath the window where he had been watching my mother and me while were busy in the kitchen.  He was identified by the foot prints because of a crippled foot and had been bare foot at the time.  He had been hired to work on our neighbor's farm.  A trial was held for the man and he was sent to prison for ten years.  My father recovered from the wound, otherwise the colored man would have received a much heavier sentence.  The man had quickly confessed his guilt when confronted by the law.

                "This was in January 1899.  My father and brother Frank were out working around the barns and sheds when two well-dressed men came up and were talking with them.  My mother, Frank's wife, Lue and I were in the house watching them.  Finally they came inside and my father introduced them as missionaries representing the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints or Mormon Church.  One of them handed me a tract that they had and I read it while father talked with them.  The missionaries names were James J. Facer from Avon, Cash County, Utah and C. A. Cull, from Idaho.

                "After I'd read the tract which contained the Articles of Faith of the church they were representing, I was convinced they were preaching the true gospel of Christ.  I had read the Bible every since I could read anything so I loved the Lord Jesus Christ from early childhood.  My parents were good people and had taught me religiously and I knew from their teachings and reading the Bible what the Savior had preached while on the earth.  I was sure that this was the only true gospel.  The missionaries preached  at our neighbors that night and I wanted to go listen to them, but father objected.  He and my brother Frank went and heard their message.  Father bought the little book, the Voice of Warning, which he gave to me with an admonition to read it well for he did not believe that they had the true gospel of Christ.  He was first to read the book, then he gave me permission to read.  Afterwards, he bought a Book of Mormon and read it through.  By then, he was convinced that the teachings of the missionaries were true and he asked to be baptized into the Mormon church.  He was baptized by Elder C. O. Cherry on August 7, 1899.  I was baptized on November 29, 1900 by Elder J. A. Smith and Mother, Elvira Caroline Cook McClain and sister Emma F. McClain Studdard were baptized on April 16, 1900 by Elder James Facer.

                In this small community where we lived , there were enough members of the church to organize a branch of sixteen members.  My brother, William Thomas McClain and his wife, Arow Jones, were baptized in 1900 by Elder A. C. Candland and confirmed by A. C. Candland.  The branch of the church was organized the year 1900 with brother James Studdard as President of the branch, my father, John McClain as first counselor, and John Glass as second counselor.  I, Mollie McClain, was made secretary of the branch.

                "Some of our families were very much disappointed over my father and mother, my sister Emma, brother William and his wife and I joining an unpopular church and withdrew themselves from us.  Of course, we felt very bad over this.  About that time, my mother suffered a stroke which paralyzed her.  This was previous to our joining the Church, about 1898.  It was very hard for her to get around so I made a promise that I would stay and take care of her the very best that I could as long as she lived.  I planned later, to leave my beloved Georgia and come to Utah.  Mother lived seven years after the stroke and died in September of 1906.  With my father's consent, I left Georgia in October of the same year.  It was hard for me to leave my loved ones and my dear state of Georgia which I still love so much. 

                My father and sister Emma, who had joined the church were going to follow me west, but father me with an accident and never lived to make the trip,  My sister who was a widow with two small children married again and was likewise unable to come.  My father died January 1911.  I regretted bitterly coming out here and leaving my father and I was terribly lonely without my relatives.  Father had so wanted to come here to see the temple and to get his endowments and do work for his relatives who had passed on. 

                I have been slow in doing work in the temple; I must try to do more because I have much to do.

                "Elder John P. Madison, who filled a mission in the South, and his father and mother loaned me the money for my transportation to Utah.  Their home was in Vineyard, eight miles from Provo where I resided.  I arrived in Provo in October 1905 and went to live with a Brother and Sister Madson until I found work.  They were very kind to me. 

                My first work was at the Opher Hotel at the Opher Mining Camp.  The hotel was operated by Sister Holderway and her daughters.  I was made assistant cook and liked the work very much.  My next home was that of Dr. and Mrs. George E. Robinson where I had a good life from November 1905 to December 15, 1909.  Their house was located at 257 East Center Street, Provo, Utah.  They were very kind to me, treating me as one of the family.  While I was there, I met Pierre C. Boel of Mapleton, Utah.  We were promptly attached (attracted?) to one another and were married on December 15, 1909 in the Salt Lake Temple.  We lived in Mapleton from 1909 to May 1913."

                At that time, we sold our home in Mapleton and bought a 40 acre farm in Millard County at Sutherland.  We had a nice two room frame home, nice well, with a pump for water which was cool and clear.  We naively settled here and our youngest son was born there in October 14, 1914.  We named him Daniel Merwin.  My husbands health was not as good as when we lived in Mapleton.  He had to improve this farm and never had enough water to irrigate a forty acre farm.  This caused him much worry which was bad for him because of a heart condition. 

                We sold this farm and bought a fruit farm in Pleasant View where we settled for a short time, but my husband's health grew worse until he couldn't run the farm finally and this time we bought a farm of five acres on 12th. North between 5th. West and University Ave.  No house on it so we rented a small house on 5th. West until we could build a home of our own on our own land. 

                It wasn't long until our eldest son, Joseph, came down with scarlet fever and, of course the other boys took it too.  All very sick.  My husband took it too, and was terribly ill so we had quite a time, not knowing if Joseph would live or not.  The children all recovered eventually, but their father never got better because of his heart and kidneys were affected.  We were successful in getting a little two room home with a half a basement finished and had just moved in when my husband passed away on July 28, 1918.  We had thought to make our home there indefinitely, but alas, our sorrow came so there was nothing I could do but bear it and the lonesomeness as best I could with my Heavenly Fathers help. 

                The children and I lived here on this little farm in spite of the lonesomeness.  We had some very good neighbors, Brother and Sister Joe Clark and Sister Emma Hirst, and the lord blessed us greatly, not with money or with this world's wealth, but with faith and love and health so we were able to work.  Of course there were times when the boys had the usual children's diseases and tooth troubles, but nothing really bad came to us. 

                There were many good people in those days.  I hadn't enough schooling that I could teach so I just had to do house work, etc.  So we sold this farm that we had grown to love and bought a little home on 4th North, just east of 5th West.  It was close to school for the boys which made it very nice.  It had four rooms with a small room upstairs.  We rented the two front rooms and lived in the two at the back.   We had a good milk cow, but could not keep her.  This was just after the war that ended in 1918.  We sold the cow and got enough money for her to buy 100 pounds of sugar.  That seems the way when a lone woman is left with a family to support.  Finally we rented this house and bought a little three-room frame one on Seventh West, just north of Center Street. 

                Here we had trouble with a neighbor who was going to put a fence right against our home.  My friend's husband got a surveyor to survey our lot so he had to put the fence farther back so we had mush more room that we would have had if he'd put the fence where he had wanted to put it.

                "My three sons, Joseph, George and Daniel wanted to buy a billy goat.  They had earned some money selling magazines and newspapers so I let them buy a baby goat.  The lady they bought it from told them not to tease it, but to be kind and it would never get mean.  But the boys would tease him so he became mean and would chase them and bunt them over.  Finally they had to sell him. 

                The boys and I went out to pick fruit for the farmers.  The boys sold watercress and did whatever work they could get that was honest and respectable.  I did house work, ironing, cleaning, etc.

                "The house on Seventh East was not modern, so we sold it and bought a nice brick house at 391 North 2nd West, located in the Provo 4th Ward  In this ward, we had very good neighbors and we all liked it there.  We were very happy and contented so close to church.  The three boys were Deacons and also belonged to the Scouts.  Just one block to church made it very nice for us for we had a good bishopric with Royal J Murdock for Bishop.  My sons got married while we lived here.  George was married to Wanda Forsyth, June 8, 1934, by Bishop Murdock.  Joe and Ruth Richards married in the Salt Lake Temple on September 5, 1934.  At this time Joe and George were working at Headquists Drug Store on Center Street and First West.  I worked for Startup's Candy Factory for two and one-half years while the boys were in school.  Dan graduated from Seminary in 1932, from Provo Senior High School in 1933.  Each one of my sons were baptized when 8 years old and they were each confirmed members of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day-Saints and are now faithful members.

                "When Dan got out of High School, he needed and wanted work, but there was none in Provo at that time.  He and his friends picked fruit for a time, but finally Dan joined up with the C. C. Camp for boys that age.  I didn't like this and objected to him joining, but I had a very dear friend, an older lady, who came to see me.  She told me to let him join as it would be the making of him and could be bad if I didn't, so I gave my permission.  He was in it for two or three years.  While there, the boys were allowed to study up on advancing in this kind of work so he studied hard, but when he was let out, he didn't know how well he rated in this so he wanted to go to the Utah State Agriculture College.  We rented our home in Provo and moved to Logan.  I went to keep house for him so he wouldn't have to board.  Dan liked the school up there very much.  We stayed there for six months, then he received word from the government that he was successful in the study on Forestry.  He received his commission from them and was to start work in Cub Canyon, close to Preston, Idaho.  He supervised the work there, then at Pocatello, Idaho.  When the war came, he went to work for the small arms plant in Salt Lake City where he met and married Bessie LuDean Wimmer of the same city.  They were married in a civil ceremony on Nov. 23, 1942 and the marriage was solemnized in the Salt Lake Temple on March 16, 1943.  He was drafted into the army in world War II as a Military Policeman.  He served in Australia and the Philippines until 1945.

                "I was left in this large, eight-roomed house at 391 North 2nd West in Provo.  It was lonely there and I traded this house for one on Sixth East which had two apartments.  I lived in one and rented the other.  The house was located in the Bonneville Ward. 

                I wasn't very well satisfied here because of being alone, so I met and married James M. Taylor who owned and operated a ranch in Vineyard.  I then rented my house and lived on this ranch.  He was good to me and was a good man, but I wasn't happy so I asked for a divorce.  With the return of my former name which I received, I returned to my home in Provo.  I then traded my home in the Bonneville Ward for a small home on 4th North, just east of 5th West in the Third Ward of Provo.  Arthur Taylor was Bishop at that time with Mrs. Leah Swenson as Relief Society President.  It was a nice ward to live in. 

                Dan and LuDean had bought them a nice house in Murray, Utah. They had lots of room so they wanted me to sell my home and go to live with them.  My health wasn't so good and I didn't like living alone so I did as they asked.  However things didn't work out to everyone's satisfaction, so I moved back to Provo.  I lived around in apartments, then I bought a small home in Springville, close to George and his family.  It was a nice place but it was so far from town.

                "Then I sold this house and moved back to live in Provo.  I rented an apartment of Mrs. Jane Larsen at 461 North 2nd East which was in the Manivue Ward.  Nello Westover was Bishop.  This was a nice location and a nice ward to live in.  I lived here three years and was very happy and contended, but it was upstairs with 17 steps to climb and I was getting older and was afraid of falling on the steps.  I had fallen twice. 

                I decided to get a place on the ground floor so I moved south of University Avenue between 4th and 5th south.  I liked it here in the First Ward of Provo.  The neighbors were so nice, but I had to move back up north in Provo in a basement apartment located at 234 East 4th North in the 5th Ward.  Now I am so far from town and church and everything, that I am discontented, but I have some very good neighbors and friends.  I feel that I am shut in too much, though.  It will soon be five years that I have lived here.  I hope that I won't have to spend the rest of my days here, but I am aware that I must make the best of it.

                "On August 1, 1957, I turned 80 years old.  My family held an open house at my son Joseph's home.  It was so nice and thoughtful of them to do this for me.  I was so happy to have my dear relatives and friends call and greet me.  It was great to know they really thought enough of me to show their appreciation in this way.

                "In 1955. I had a growth on my head, a cyst as big as a large marble.  I suffered a lot with bad headaches.  One day I decided I would have it removed and walked down to the Clark Clinic.  Dr. Stan Clark removed the cyst in a few minutes.  It was soon all healed up and I never had bad headaches so often again.  The operation was performed on October 14, 1955.

                "I then developed cataracts on my eyes.  I got a good eye specialist, Dr. H. B. Ostler, and on April 1958 I went under surgery at the Utah Valley Hospital for the removal of the cataract from my left eye.  It was a great success, but it required a lot of faith and patience with a good doctor and my faith in him.  Also, in my Father-in Heaven and the prayers of my sons and their families and all my good friends.  So thanks to Him, the good doctor, the nurses and all at the hospital, my friends and family, I can read and write and crochet and do my work very happily.

                "I will be 82 on August 1st, 1959 and I thank all who showed me kindness.  May the good Lord bless them every one.  There are so many good people.  I am happy to know there are so many more good people in the world than bad.

                "I will try to carry on the rest of my days happily if the good Lord will bless and guide me all the ways as He has in the past life if I am good and faithful, prayerful and keep my faith up and keep on the sunny side always.

                "May the Lord bless my sons and their families that they may always be as good as their parents and their good ancestors."

                On June 6, 1959, George and Wanda were married in the Salt Lake Temple.  Rather, their marriage was solemnized.  This was their 25 wedding anniversary.  Their children, five in all, Marilyn, the oldest was 18 and took out her endowments.  The others Judy Kaye, George Daniel, Emma Cathleen and Billy Forsyth, were all sealed to their parents.

                Mollie was 90 years old when she passed away in Provo on Sept 27, 1967.