Saturday, December 7, 2013


By Lucy A Phillips—compiled by Iris Crump 1979
I recall my grandfather and grandmother Crump’s home.  It was a humble home on the brow of Spanish Fork Plateau, just west of Mapleton, Utah.  The house was made of adobe clay brick which was molded from the clay beds there.  My mother, Rachel Crump Phillips and her brother, Joseph John Crump moved the family into the granary and tore down the little one room adobe house.  Mother and Uncle Joe made all the adobes and laid them up for their three room home.  The house was completed in on year.  They traded some of their building work with neighbors, who were skilled in some types of building work. 
I recall that at the bottom of their garden, there were flowers along the fence and there was a garden of vegetables.  There were also a few chickens in a coup.  There was also, in a small slope on the house, a bin in which grandfather told me they kept the grain they gleaned from the different farmers.  Inside the house, there were two small bedrooms and one large living-kitchen area. 
Iris Grahm & Elmer Castree Crump with Joe, Cary Lee, DeeAnne
In grandmother’s kitchen there was a big braided rug that had been made from scraps of anything she could get.  This gave the room a cozy, cheerful look.  Also, in the kitchen-living room against the wall on the south side, there was a table.  Nearby, was a low cook stove which had an ash pan which projected out of it.  Adjacent to the east wall was a tall was a tall cupboard for dishes and storage space.  There was a work space between stove and storage space. 

As a child, I was a climber on chairs or anything I could left myself on to, particularly if there was a jam jar or something I could taste by putting my finger into it.  On top of grandmother’s cupboard shelf, there was an earthen jar, the fruit bottle of that time that usually contained either ground cheery or Pottawattamie plum jam.  These were some of the fruits available in those days and they tasted delicious to me and to the people of that time. 
Old Crump home
One day I climbed a chair, reached for the jar and we both fell.  I hit the projection on the stove and cut my chin, but fortunately the jar didn’t break, although we lost some of the contents.  This experience failed to cure my picking and tasting which has become a life-long habit. 
The time I remember grandmother the best was when I was about four years old.  She always had on a long skirt that that fit tight around her waist.  Her sleeves were long, regardless of the work she did.  In short, I recall grandmother as wearing the typical clothes of her day.  I do not recall seeing her in changes of styles of dresses, for her dress always seemed dark, but clean and tidy.  
Joseph John Crump---Lucy Jane Crump
Mary Ann Crump
Grandmother never scolded me; she let me profit from my own experiences.  She always had a slice of bread for me.  She used to go out in the garden in the summer and work and cultivate her vegetables and flowers.  She was a woman who loved her neighbors; she deeply appreciated any kindness shown to her.  My grandmother was a kind, sincere hard working woman.  She was deeply religious and grateful for the Lord’s blessings.  Records show that did much baptismal work in the Manti Temple.   Grandmother was a kindly, soft spoken lady.  Grandfather was a kindly man also. 
They were very industrious.  They made butter which along with eggs were taken by my mother, Rachel, by foot to Springville to sell at the Hayward Store.  They were paid in cash so they could buy bits of cloth or other necessities.

By Iris Crump June 1979
England about 1876
Daniel and his wife, Lucy, met and played together as children.  Neither had the opportunity to go to school.  She later had a chance to learn to read and write.  Dan began to earn his living at eight years of age by working for the rich farmers on Garway Hill.  He would sleep in the hay loft of the people he worked for.  He earned one shilling a day with two scanty meals.

John Joseph and Elizabeth Vincent Crump
 Lucy would pick hops in the hops season for that was the crop of the rich farmer.  She would work four hours and earned three shillings or 75 cents a day. 
Daniel told his children, “If you were born poor in the poor class in England, you would always be poor.”  You could never rise above that class and the rich would look down on you and you would be classed as a slave.”  One of his relatives was jailed for three months because he killed a rabbit to feed his hungry family.  They belonged to the Church of England, but drew away from it due to the cruelties of the rich class.  They were converted by President Wilford Woodruff along with quite a group of other people.
Daniel and Lucy were baptized the same day, 16 November 1847.  Lucy received her first faith promoting incident when she was baptized.  She had been in very poor health but she was promised by the Elders that her health would be restored if she was baptized, and from that day her health was much improved. 
Daniel and Lucy were married in 1859 and had ten children.  Nine of them were born in Garway and five were buried there. 

Andrew Halverson, Joe Crump, Chris & Ray Halverson
at Rag Town, Magna about 1912
They had a great desire to come to Zion and finally after twenty years of hardships and privation they finally saved up enough money to pay their passage to America.  They left England on 29 August 1871 with four children; Andrew 19, Joseph 5, Rachel Hannah 4, and Mary Ann 6 months.  Lucy was so ill that she had to be carried onto the boat.  The doctor told her she would probably die at sea, but before the voyage was over, she was again caring for her children because the rest of them became so seasick. 
The sailing vessel was very crude and the inside was very rough finished.  The table was made of a very rough board.  Their beds were bunks: six bunks high with just enough space to crawl into and lie down.  If you tried to sit up you would bump you head.  They had two severe storms while they were at sea and it was frightening to those in the lower decks. 
There was not much to eat except boiled potatoes.  They were brought in large barrels and rolled out on to the table.  Lucy remembered a large porthole and water splashing against it.  She saw a man jump through it and into the ocean.  This was a very bad experience for her. 

left-Chris Halverson, Joe Crump
It took one month to cross the ocean.  They landed in New York 0n 29 September 1871.  Elmer Crump’s Aunt Rachel recalled how fearful of becoming lost from her parents in this new strange land of America.  After they landed Daniel and Lucy bought a ticket on a train to Pittsburg, Ohio, where they lived for two and one half years.  Daniel worked in a factory as an iron puddler at this time. 
It was wonderful to Lucy to light a match and start a fire in a stove.  Daniel brought home a shiny new washboard and much later a sewing machine.  Lucy was overwhelmed with joy to learn to sew on this wonderful American invention.  Here their last child, Lucy Jane was born.

In the late spring of 1875, they left Pittsburg and came by train to Spanish Fork to live.  Daniel had a sister, Jane Crump Powell living there.  She had borrowed some money and sent it to them to help bring them to Utah.  They were one week on the train and it was very tiring because they had to sit up all the time.  A lady gave them some peanuts; the first they had ever eaten.  They were so good. 
After they came to Spanish Fork, Mary Ann died of Black Canker (Diphtheria).  She was five years old.
lucy Crump Peterson

Aunt Jane let them live in a one room granary and it was Rachel’s and Joseph’s job to keep the mud filled in the cracks between the logs and also the dirt roof repaired.
A few weeks after coming to Spanish Fork, Daniel went to work at the Salt Lake City Temple Quarry at Cottonwood Canyon.  He worked there for eleven years.  The wages were $2.50 a day.  They had to pay $1.00 a day tithing.
In the fall, after their arrival at Spanish Fork, Lucy with her son, Joseph and daughter, Rachel, went into the grain fields after the crops were taken off and gleaned enough wheat to keep them in flour that winter.

It seemed as though hardships continued all to the fact that the Church paid such meager wages and it had to be taken out of the storehouse.  Then Daniel got his legs broken and dust from the rock irritated his eyes and they began to fail him.  He had to give up his job and return to Spanish Fork.  He bought a home and a piece of ground and farmed, but could only produce enough to feed his family.  The three eldest children had to find work to help the family budget.

Daniel and Lucy finally got a little money ahead and they bought a few chickens and two cows.

On their ocean voyage when Lucy was so ill that she had to be carried onto the boat, she knew in her heart that if she could go to America, she knew she would live to raise her family.  On the boat she was administered to by the Elders and the Lord did bless and strengthen her; she was not even seasick or otherwise troubled the rest of the trip.  This was a testimony to her of what faith for a good cause can do. 

They lived in Iron Dale, Ohio for a time, but still greatly desired to come to Utah.  Lucy prayed fervently about this matter and promised the lord that he would open the way for this, she would never murmur again about hardships.  They still had many hardships the rest of their lives but she never really complained but tried to count her blessings.

Crump home 1919
In the fall of 1876, Joseph and Rachel with Lucy Jane went out to glean ground cherries and dried them to sell them to buy much needed groceries.  Their meals were often very scanty.  On 7 April 1881 they took out their endowments and had their children sealed to them in the Old Endowment House in Salt Lake City.

The last few years of Lucy’s life her health was very poor, but she was only confined to her bed for about a week.  She died 15 February 1898.
Daniel lived twelve more years.  He mostly stayed with Joseph Crump in Palmyra and sometimes during the summer months with his daughter, Rachel in Springville Canyon.  He died 27 September 1910.  They are both buried in the Spanish Fork Cemetery.

--Chris Peterson married Lucy Jane, Daniel and Lucy Castree Crump’s daughter
James Halverson married Mary Ellen Vincent daughter of James Willard Vincent
John Joseph Crump married Elisabeth Ellen Vincent daughter of James and Mary Vincent


A Pioneer History of
7 March 1829 --JAMES VINCENT—9 Oct. 1922
12 June 1829 --MARY HOLMES—5 May 1924

A History by Iris Crump, Anne West, Louise Robertson, Mary Halverson

Iris Crump’s story
James and Mary Vincent left England for America on 1 May 1864.  They were converts to the Mormon Church. 
They were among the many of the poorer classes of their time, who were desperately looking for a better way of life, without all the class distinction.  They were forced by extreme hardship, to find employment with wealthy landowners as house or farm workers.  It was hard to endure the haughty, superior attitude of the landowners, many of whom were not too bright themselves. 

They came here on the “Hudson”, took nine weeks to cross the ocean.  It seems like they came to Iowa City and drove the “bacon wagon” to Salt Lake City, arriving 9 October 1864.  Mary hocked her wedding ring for some four and never got it back. 

When they arrived they were met by a friend from England that we called Grandpa Jex.  They settled in Spanish Fork where they stayed for the rest of their lives.  They built their own two room, adobe brick home.  They made the bricks from the clay beds in northwest Spanish Fork with the right amount of water.  It was worked with bare feet and put into wooden molds to dry.  Then they were laid up with clay mortar.  The rock for the foundation and the lumber was hauled from the Canyon.

They proceeded to make it a home by arranging the furniture he had built; bedsteads, chairs, table, and cupboards.  It was beautiful to them.  Mary then set up her spinning wheel on which she made yarn to make cloth for clothing and yarn for socks, shawls, etc.  The mattresses was ticking filled with straw after the threshing.  There was no floor covering.  She scrubbed the floor with lye to a glistening whiteness.  They gathered alkali was also used for making soap and whitened washed clothes.  She had no money for table linens so she laid their meals on the clean scrubbed pine table.

James was very good at gardening and Mary would string apples and other fruits as well as squash and other vegetables the walls and attic to dry for winters use.  She made tallow candles for light.  Although they worked so hard they went to bed early, needing very little light. 

They had an open fireplace for warmth, cooking and light.  Their firewood came from the Canyon.  Their house was still standing in good condition in the 1950’s. 

Grandpa was neat and tidy with himself and all the work he did.  His yard and garden was a sight to behold with fruit trees, shrubs, vegetables and flowers.  (I think he had asparagus, horse-radish, rhubarb and other herbs. 

Elmer and his mother, Elisabeth Vincent Crump and his father went to the Vincent home often because there was an atmosphere of welcome.
Grandmother Vincent must have been very pretty as a girl, with a pert, round face and twinkling eyes.  Grandpa was a very good man but in his later years he began to lose his sight and become somewhat waspish in his disposition.  He was a veteran in the Black Hawk Indian war.  At one time he was kept in the fort to guard the women and children.  The Indians kept bothering the people.

History of
Willard James Vincent
Anne West’s Story
Willard James Vincent was born 20 March 1864 in Crosswick, Norfolk County, England.  He was the son of James and Mary Holmes Vincent and was one of a family of eight children.  Five of these died in infancy.  Survivors were, Charlotte and Willard who were born in England and Elisabeth who was born in Spanish Fork, Utah. 

His father, James was born 7 March 1829, and his mother, Mary was born 12 June 1829.  Grandfather and Grandmother’s was pleasant and lasting.  Grandfather was 93 and Grandmother was 94 years at the time of death. 

 After being contacted by the L.D.S. Missionaries and becoming interested in the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints, my grandparents packed a few belongings and abandoning the remainder and left England when my father, James was six weeks old.  They did this so that they might earnestly pursue their interest in their religious beliefs.  Hesident but hopeful they boarded the ship, Hodson and settled down for six months on the high seas.(more than likely six months to Spanish Fork)  Almost immediately after reaching the U.S.A. in 1864 they began their pilgrimage across the plains with ox teams.  Father’s sister, Charlotte was only thirteen, she walked the whole way across the Plain. 

Others who came from England at the same time as the Vincents’, were; John B. Jones family, Thomas William family, Thomas Davis family, the Pynes family of Provo, the Byrds family of Nephi.  A year later the Hail family and the Hayes family came across the Plains. 

Maude-- Martha
Ann---  Fanny---  Mary
William Jex, known to us as Grandpa Jex came up to Salt Lake City to meet my Grandparents and lead them down to Spanish Fork. 
After arriving in Spanish Fork, Grandfather worked for a few farmers for a few years until he had enough money to buy a farm.  Father and Grandfather homesteaded this farm and after digging the sagebrush and greasewood from it, it began producing in abundance and proved to be a fine ranch.

At this time grasshoppers and crickets presented quite an aggravating condition.  The people did their utmost to ward off these pests.  They used to dig trenches, fill them partly with straw, and then herd the grasshoppers into these trenches and set them on fire.  This was a tedious disappointing project for they seemed to multiply by tens.  It seemed like all their toil was in vain then the sea gulls came to relieve their plight.  The sea gulls would eat grasshoppers until they were full and then they would vomit them and start over again.  They came in masse and ate so many that there was no longer a problem at all.  However, by the time the sea gulls came the crops so far that many people had to eat such food as they could find.   Sago lily bulbs together with mustard and pig weed roots provided much of this food.    

Grasshoppers were a serious problem, but the Indians presented a problem just as serious to my Grandfather and his family, for it was at this time the Indians were becoming hostile.  Until they were driven away to the Reservation my Grandfather served as a local guard.  He and other men kept watch where the California Packing Plant now stands. 

In those early pioneer days almost everyone was afraid of the Indians, and luckily stayed on their guard, for the Indians meant business.  They scalped a man near father’s farm. 

My mother was always much afraid of the Indians.  I remember once when I was about eight or nine that father came running into the house and told mother to hurry up and fix a meal for some Indians.  I remember them still, with their paint and feathers.  They looked hideous to me.  Mother was always suspicious of the Indians, even in later years when the Indians made their annual trips to Spanish Fork in the fall for supplies.

It seems like father worked hard all his life, and he started out early enough too.  When he was five years old he had a daily chore of getting the families mail.  For this he had to walk four blocks to meet the stage when it stopped.  The stage stopped on the block where the Jex Lumber Yard is located.  Between first and second east on second north. 

At six Father started his schooling.  His first teacher was James Higginson and he was quite strict but his schooling was short lived, however he had little love of school.  Father and several other boys decided to Sluff School, they went swimming instead.  Both the teacher and the mothers came to the pond to get them back in school.  They threatened and coaxed but the boys refused to leave the pond, so they were expelled. 

When father was eleven he started to working for the “Calico Railroad”.  This railroad was a narrow gauge that came through Springville Main Street and up Spanish Fork Canyon.  Father worked near Castellia.  Since most of the work was with pick and shovel, it was easy to see that this a hard job.  However, the thing that Father particularly disliked about this job was the fact that that he always had to go to Springville to get his pay.  It may not be a serious journey today but it was not pleasant in the old buckboard with snow on the ground.

Father helped build the Bench Canal during his early life.  However, most of his boyhood work was railroad construction.  He and Grandfather spent one winter up Mill Fork Canyon making railroad ties.  Grandfather would cut the ties and father would skid them to camp.  Then later on Grandfather would work the logs over and finish them for ties. 

When father was twelve he went to work for Grandpa Jex, he had a Sawmill at Mill Fork up Spanish Fork Canyon.  This job was likewise tedious.  Father’s task was bundling the shingles and he had to keep up with the crew. 

Grandpa Jex had two daughters who were the cooks at the Sawmill.  Father used to talk about them and about how well they treated him.  They brought him several pies while he was at work.  These two daughters were Alice and Rosetta. 
In the year 1881, at the age of seventeen he worked for some contractors in Castle Valley for $1.25 a day.  He had to work ten hours a day in addition to caring for his horses.

In 1882 he again worked on the railroad with his team and received $5.00 a day and board.  His job was herding the horses along the San Rafael River.  The San Rafael River was twelve mile from the construction site, and Father had to haul water to the camp.  Even though he made two trips a day, he still had a little spare time, so several times he picked Buffalo Berries and brought them back to camp where the cooks made delicious pies.

It was during his years while working on the railroad that he saved enough money to send for some of his relatives who were in England.  These relatives were his Grandma Holmes and his mother’s sister, Martha and husband, Jim Mackley, and son were quite to join the Saints in Utah.  Jim Mackley later paid back the money to father, but Father cancelled his Grandmother Holmes’s debt.

My Father’s, Mother, Mary Vincent was also a very hard working woman.  Before Grandfather had established himself very well, Grandmother used to go out and do big washings for fifty cents a day to help make ends meet.  The two of them made ends meet for a long time too, for they lived together until Grandfather’s death in 1922.  Grandmother then followed him in 1924. 

In time Father saved enough money to build his first home- a two room adobe house which still stands on the old homestead.  Later in life he build a fine modern brick home just west of the other one.  He married a very pretty and understanding girl, Elisa Standley, 24 November 1886.  They were married in the Logan Temple. 

Mother was always nice and very clean.  In fact she even kept the yard raked clean.  She raised her family of twelve and started them out right.  Their house being located on a hill meant water was scarce and precious.  Notwithstanding this fact, Mother’s house never suffered for a mopping and her washings were frequent and were always billowing white.  Although her large family kept her plenty busy, she always had time to care for a few turkeys and chickens. 

Several times when they had their work pretty much in order, Father and Mother would get a recommend and go to the Temple and do Temple work.  At all times they attended Church regularly on Sundays.  Father used to harness horses and hook up the buckboard.  When we were all ready we would start out the three mile drive to the Chapel. 

Father was always religiously inclined as were his parents.  One time when he was a small lad, he saw a strange man standing in the doorway.  He attempted to speak to this man, but could not do so.  At this time he became frightened.  Father closed his eyes several times, but each time he opened them, the man was still there.  There were several other children in the room at this time, but none of them saw the man which Father saw. 

It was a month after this strange incident which Father experienced when the family received news that his Grandfather had died in England on that day.  This incident stayed with Father throughout all his life. 

After Father’s family was pretty well grown, Father and Mother would go up the canyon and live in a canyon ranch house they had built where they also homesteaded.  Father would go out and improve his fences while Mother cleaned the house, cooked the meals and then did lots of crocheting.  This helped Mother a lot, for she was ill for a good number of years before her death which occurred Christmas Eve 1927 in her home in Spanish Fork.  She was a wonderful mother. 

Since Father had quite a large ranch there was always plenty to do.  Father always had seven or eight cows, several hogs and a few chickens.  Caring for the livestock was especially tedious since all the water had to be hauled from the Mill-race.  Hauling this water was a daily headache, but Father would hook the horses to a specially built cart and haul two barrels full of water at a time until everything was watered.

In the younger days, I remember the joyous trips to town for groceries and clothing.  Every spring Father and Mother would take a load of grain to the store for food and necessities.  Father used to buy two pairs of shoes a piece for us children, and I remember him saying when there were only seven of us, “Fourteen pairs of shoes for my family”.

Later in the summer, Father and Grandfather would go up the canyon for wood and coal.  They usually let some of us kids go along and how we enjoyed it.  We would ride the wagon a while, walk for a while or maybe ride a horse.  Sometimes we would walk the railroad pick up coal and hunt for pretty rocks.  It was sure a lot of fun.  Father would tell us stories at night around the campfire and, Oh boy, what whoppers they were.  He always enjoyed a good joke though, and liked to laugh.

Donna, Mary Vincent & James Halverson
When his family was about grown, Father sent two sons, Willard and George on missions.  He had a son-in-law and one grandson who were missionaries and later on, a Granddaughter, who is presently a missionary.  The one Grandson who was a missionary became a Bishop in 1949, a still occupies that position.  Another Granddaughter is working in the Church in Huntington Park, California. 
Father had six Grandsons who went to college and thirteen Grandsons in the Service during World War II.

At a ripe old age, he finished his story on this side.  Father passed away 11 march 1949 at the home of his youngest daughter, Alice Wilmont in Springville, Utah.  

Father had one daughter, Fanny Nebeker who preceded him in death and was survived by eleven children; myself, Anne West, Mary Halverson, Willard James Vincent Jr., Martha Pickett, Maude Koyle, William Standley Vincent, Jennie Brown, Alice Wilmont, George Willis, and Reed Vincent.  He was also survived by 51 Grandchildren and thirty eight great Grandchildren.

May his spirit rest in peace.

Anne West---- January 1950