A Pioneer History of
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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
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.
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
JAMES WILLARD VINCENT DAUGHTERS Mary |
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.
JAMES WILLARD VINCENT GIRLS--- Maude-- Martha Ann--- Fanny--- Mary |
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.
WILLIAM and ANN DANIELS STANDLEY PARENTS OF ELISA STANDLEY VINCENT |
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.
JAMES and MARY VINCENT HALVERSON |
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 |
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
A very interesting piece of history - from a distant relative of Mary Holmes living in England and have visited Crostwick on a number of occasions - names Dave email address, crostwick@aol.com
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