tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-56240868768494450252024-03-05T15:13:04.224-08:00Wheels of FerrisInteresting things about me and my Ferris Family lineRichard S Hixsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01952343422978825403noreply@blogger.comBlogger25125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5624086876849445025.post-67306215682424986142014-05-09T15:43:00.002-07:002014-05-09T16:35:43.652-07:00Ellen Ferris and Sterling King Hixson - A Testimony to Posterity<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="background-color: #eeeeee; color: #555555; font-family: proximanova, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px; white-space: pre-wrap;">As Father and Mother to our children and their spouses, and Grandfather and Grandmother to their children, we therefore are the Patriarch and Matriarch of our family.
We have been married nearly 58 years and as of this date, our posterity numbers 35 with expected great grandchildren yet to be born. It has been our pleasure to have been in frequent contact with all of you over the years. We are proud of your accomplishments and the manner in which you have conducted your lives. We are happy that you are not of the world and its vices and problems, but have chosen to live honorably and to set worthwhile goals.
Each of you have or eventually will become Patriarchs and Matriarchs of your own descendants. The responsibility is tremendous. We have sincerely tried to be examples for you, and as we approach the years when uncertainly of the length of our earthly existence is evident, we desire to express our thoughts and testimony. Having enjoyed our earthly life here on earth we ponder what scriptures have revealed that awaits us in the future if we abide by the commandments, especially if one of our lives is shortened and we have failed to live a basic commandment that would prevent progress in the hereafter.
Salvation is based on merit and obedience to divine law and therefore is only obtained through compliance with divine commandments. These commandments can only be lived here on earth.
It is our testimony that we are children of our Father in Heaven and it is our sincere desire that our descendants will be with us where ever we are so that we will always be a family together.
Sterling and Ellen Hixson
December 1, 1994</span>Richard S Hixsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01952343422978825403noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5624086876849445025.post-49180991615447811182014-05-09T15:41:00.000-07:002014-05-09T16:38:07.112-07:00Grandma Ferris' ApronsGrandma Ferris’ Aprons - By Joan Hixson Tibbitts
I never knew a day that my Grandma didn’t wear an apron. It was primarily worn to protect her dress, but the apron did so much more. It served as a pot holder for removing hot pans from the oven, and to wipe her brow when the kitchen was hot. In the summer grandma would sit in the shade of the carport and fan herself with the bottom of her apron. Her apron would carry eggs from the chicken coop, vegetables from the garden, and after the peas had been shelled, it carried out the hulls. Grandma had an apron for each day of the week; my favorite was the apron with a pocket hoping for something inside for me. I’ll never forget my grandma and her wonderful old-fashioned aprons. I’ll be wearing one of her aprons this year on Thanksgiving Day.<br />
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Richard S Hixsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01952343422978825403noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5624086876849445025.post-26383906984982942592014-05-09T15:40:00.002-07:002014-05-09T16:04:55.856-07:00Biography of Franklin Samuel Smith - 1835-1916Franklin Samuel Ferris was born 12 January 1835, Washtenaw County Michigan, son of Samuel and Sally Spears Newell Ferris. The Ferrises come from a long list of Baptist Ministers, Quakers and Friends. Samuel Ferris was born in 1800 and established the Baptist Church in what is now Eaton Rapids, Eaton County Michigan. There is a stained glass window in this church in honor of him. He had two wives. The first was Anna Betsey Crissey, but the second wife, Sally Spears Newell, was the mother of Franklin. Sally’s first husband, Nathan Newell Sr., was killed when a tree he was cutting to clear a place for their little home, fell on him. Their first child, Nathan Newell Jr. was born three months later, a half-brother to Franklin. Nathan married Cornelia Gilbert and was active in the church mentioned above. Their descendants still are. Franklin, when he was 21, responded to the saying that was echoed at that time, “Go west, young man, go west.” He and two of his brothers, Alvirus and Cyrus went to California in the gold rush era, arriving in 1855. After a short scouting trip and some placer digging, they returned to New York, where they obtained machinery and tools to start a lumber and mining business. They invested $60.000 and had the materials shipped from New York around the Cape Horn, over the Isthmus of Panama and then freighted in small pieces via pack mules for 80 miles to Eureka, California, on the banks of the Klamath River. It took the brothers nearly a year to construct the lumber mill. In 1856 they moved operations to the Orleans Bar on the Klamath Ricer, then tragedy struck in 1862. There was a hurricane and flood, sweeping everything in its path into the ocean. It changed the course of the river and even the mining bar was lost, along with the homes, buildings and all machinery. This disaster caused Franklin to seek work in the mines again, ending up in Utah and Wyoming. He had another brother that had settled in Wyoming. He had a mine and sheep ranch, but shortly Franklin settled in Ophir, Utah, where he met his wife. His brother Cyrus was killed by a falling tree and Alvirus married and Indian Maid, Mary, who had a daughter and they called her Caroline Ferris. Very recently the relatives of these people have been located.
Franklin married Celestia Dockstader, daughter of George and Lovira Myrl Dayton Dockstader, who had also crossed the plains. She was born 8 May 1858, in American Fork, Utah. They were married at the St. Marks Cathedral, 11 May 1874, Salt Lake, when she was just sixteen, and after the marriage, Celestia was forbidden to associate with her people because they were Mormons and Franklin disliked Mormons very much. William Sherman, one of Celestia and Franklin’s sons, joined the church in order to marry Leola Grace Scott, daughter of Josephine Streeper Grow Scott and George Larson Scott, who were all staunch Mormons, and he was disowned. While researching for this family in recent years, the writer, Josephine Leola Ferris, who is the oldest child of William Sherman and Leola Grace Ferris, located two cousins of the family, Lovira Huggart and Velda Roberts. They were the daughters of Estella, a sister of Celestia. They told her how their mother had been allowed to go take care of Celestia when one of her last babies was born and what a hard time she had. Celestia was a very frail little lady, and although she had eight children, she never carried any of them the full nine months and only three lived to maturity. Berta Sevira, born 31 January 1875, Cedar Fort, Utah, died 15 Aug 1879. George Franklin, born 30 January 1880, Utah Territory, died 18 May 1898. Cyrus, born 29 December 1881, died the same day. Herbert and Hubert, twin sons were born 23 September 1883. Herbert died the same day and Hubert lived until 20 October 1883. Emil Winfield was born 23 May 1887. He didn’t die until 29 September 1933. William Sherman was born 4 January 1885, and died 4 Feb 1973. He joined the church and had six children born in the covenant. Emil finally joined the church and was taken to the temple to do his temple work on a stretcher just a few days before he died. He had no children. Ella Charlotte, the last child, was born in 1893. She remained a Catholic and had four children, making a total of 10 grandchildren for Franklin and Celestia. Celestia had what they called “milk leg” and it never healed. She died 28 April 1904, when she was just 46. Pneumonia and exposure to weather caused her death. She was buried in the Ferris plot at Mt. Olivet Cemetery in Salt Lake.
A few years before Franklin died, his son William Sherman couldn’t find work in Salt Lake, so he went to Idaho and found work there, but he became very ill and came home. Three days later he broke out with Small-Pox. His wife had just had her fourth baby, George Charles, and still weak, but had to have the vaccination. She also was quite ill. Franklin must have heard about the situation, because one day, the three children, Josephine Leola, Grace Lydia, and William Sherman 11, were outside playing when an old man, Franklin, put milk, butter and eggs inside the gate and said to me, Josephine, “Tell your mother to come out and get these.” I wanted to know who it was and I was told it was the grandpa, but I didn’t know what a grandpa was. The baby then contacted the disease and so the quarantine sign was up some time, but when it finally came down, the family made preparations to move to Idaho. I was still thinking about the grandpa, and I asked to go say good-bye. They tried to talk me out of the idea, but I was insistent, so I was finally put on the street-car and the conductor was told to let me off at the grandpa’s house. He was working in his yard and I pleaded with him to talk to me. I told him we were going to move away and to please say good-bye, but he wouldn’t, so I caught the next street-car and went back to the family.
Two years before this incident, about the summer of 1910, William and Grace had to go away on business.
The grandpa was away at the time and his daughter Ella was at home. We drove up to the house in the horse and buggy, and Ella hurried us into her bedroom and told us to be very quiet, because the grandpa would soon be home, and he must not know we were there. When we got hungry, she brought us great slices of bread and butter and jam with some milk. The jam got into Grace’s hair, and Ella worked until we fell asleep trying to get it all out.
The folks picked us up next morning and the grandpa never saw. My sister Grace was named after mother.
While the family was still living in Idaho, Franklin passed away with a heart attack. That was on the 21st of January 1916. William Sherman was working on some telephone lines when the message to contact him came over the line. He left immediately for Salt Lake without even telling his family he was going. So he was there to help bury his father in the Mt. Olivet Cemetery next to his mother, Celestia.
William Sherman also died from a heart attack. His sister Ella Charlotte did too. Little Bertha died from typhoid fever, George Franklin from ruptured appendix, and Emil from cancer. Two of William Sherman’s children died from cancer, Sherman and Grace.

Franklin Ferris’s sister, Harriet Ferris Abel, who is buried in the Ferris plot, came to visit Franklin while he was living in his home about 2750 Highland Drive, the south end of the Jensen property. Her death date was finally found after much research and has been given to her descendents, who were very happy to get it. She had three children; Carrie M., who married and had 1 female child. She always lived in Michigan and died and is buried there. Frank S. also lived, died and is buried in Michigan. It was Carrie and Frank who I corresponded with. Clarence J. Abel went to live with an Uncle George and his wife Julia. He died and is buried in Rawlings, Wyoming.
Bertha Ferris, 1st child of Franklin, who died when she was 4 years old, is buried in the City Cemetery. Emil is also buried in the City Cemetery. Ella is buried in California; William Sherman is buried in the Bountiful Cemetery.
Written by Josephine Leola Ferris
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Richard S Hixsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01952343422978825403noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5624086876849445025.post-45868653429996805722014-05-09T15:36:00.002-07:002014-05-09T16:07:50.515-07:00"Bouquet of the Day" - Josephine Grow ScottThe Bouquet of the Day presented to Mrs. Josephine S. Grow Scott, broadcast of KSL December 5, 1938.
Last evening I took a little trip into the past, I walked - not down the sidewalks you see outside your doors, today, but through sagebrush. There were no high buildings. There were no automobiles. No large homes - just wild, virgin country, whose landscape was broken here and there by little homes. There were children playing around, playing in the streets where they had no fear of oncoming motors or accidents. They were happy - those children. They wore no shoes and their little feet, which were barefoot, showed the fact that they were used to going without shoes - they had to. There was no money to spend for them. When it came time for dinner, often they had to go out into the plains and dig roots. Many times the girls were forced to help in the fields along side of the young boys. But they didn't mind and the most wonderful thing about them all - men, women and children - was that they were happy. You could see it in their eyes and in their strong faces.
I suppose you're wondering about this little trip of mine. How did I get there, with whom did I go? I'll tell you. I lived it, in the quiet, pleasant voice of Mrs. Josephine S. Grow Scott, a dear lady of 86 years, who receives this morning, the "Bouquet of the Day". As her voice rose and fell, telling me of her childhood here in this valley, so simply did she speak, and yet so graphically did she portray the scenes of her childhood, that I could indeed almost fancy myself there, actually living what she spoke.
Born here in this city just a short while after her parents had come across the plains, she knew all the privations and hardships of those early days. She told us of the time when, her father working in the mill in Ogden, he walked here to Salt Lake, all the way carrying a ten-pound sack of flour. Mrs. Grow Scott added with a smile that she remembers to this day how they all went over to the sunny side of their home and their mother put water in with the white flour - the first white flour she had ever tasted, by the way - put a little water with the flour and let the mixture thicken - and that was their porridge. They couldn't afford to make bread.
And as I sat there, looking at her - petite, gentle, and with a world of character in her kindly face, I marveled at her. I almost envied her, the experience she has had - such a rich, full life - the mother of eight children, five of whom she has lost, and now she has 38 grand children and 57 great grand children.
She has such a sweet, simple, and beautiful philosophy of life, and such a modest and lovable way about here. Mrs. Grow Scott loves flowers, and told me that she has never had a home that has not been filled with the fragrant, lovely blooms.
She is truly a lovely woman and I am proud that we are paying tribute to her today. At this time we say to her - to Mrs. Josephine S. Grow Scott.....
"Sit back my dear in your cozy chair, and rest - and dream.
Dream of all the yesterdays, which have made today so beautiful for you.
Don't regret the grey days, and the heartaches,
They have given you patience, and tolerance.
They have made you what you are - gentle, yet strong and brave.
Sit back my dear in your cozy chair, and rest - and dream."<br />
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Richard S Hixsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01952343422978825403noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5624086876849445025.post-69678460800299653412014-05-09T15:34:00.000-07:002014-05-09T15:34:12.683-07:00Scott Family History as told by Ellen Ferris
The earliest known Scott at this time was born in England in the year 1728. His first name was John. No other dates are available and nothing is known about him. Among his children was a son by the name of George, who was born in Heartburn, England in the year 1788. We don’t know anything about George, but one of his sons by the name of John was born September 24, 1819 in Northumberland, England. He married in England and then came to America. His wife was Ellen Easten. They were married on January 24th, 1841. They settled in Pennsylvania and he worked in the coalmines. He was killed in a mine accident. They had 9 or 10 children but all died in infancy except one that was named George Lawson Scott. He was about 10 years old when his folks came to America. George was born in Ellington, England on September 21, 1848. After his father was killed, he and his mother came to Utah with the William Douglas Company. Ellen later married William Douglas but had no children by him. Ellen died in June of the year 1870, here in Utah.
George Lawson Scott married Josephine Steeper Grow on May 17th, 1870 in the old Endowment House. He was 22 years old and she was 17. Her father was Henry Grow, who built the great Tabernacle in Salt Lake. He wanted her to marry a man who had several wives in polygamy but she refused to do it. She and her husband were very happy and it was a successful marriage. They had four children, 3 boys and a girl. An epidemic of diphtheria started in the area and the youngest of the four died. The family had purchased some pork from a neighbor and they always felt that the family got the disease from this meat. The girl became very ill and her mother prayed long and hard for her recovery and her prayers were answered.
George Lawson Scott was a blacksmith by trade and had a shop at Murphy’s Lane and Highland Drive. In time he sold the shop and worked in the smelters at Murray. He was active in the Church and was secretary of his quorum in the Mill Creek Ward. While working at the smelters, he got lead poisoning. Pneumonia set in and he died on January 3, 1903 in Salt Lake City. My mother was born of this marriage on January 19, 1885. Her history will be included in the Grow report as well as the report of my own life.
(Compiled by Ellen Ferris Hixson 1960.
Re-typed for digitizing by Richard S. Hixson, April 2006.)
Richard S Hixsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01952343422978825403noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5624086876849445025.post-6582769678903736892014-05-09T15:32:00.001-07:002014-05-09T15:32:39.852-07:00Grow Family History as told by Ellen FerrisThe name “Grow” is very prominent in the history of the West. Our records show that the first known Grow was born in Germany. Frederick was his name. The year of his birth is not known. After he was married and had some children, he came to America, sometime before the Revolution. One of his sons, Henry Grow Sr., was born in the year of 1780. His wife was Mary Riter and she was born in 1785 but we don’t know where. The following report was taken from a book written by Edward W. Tullidge entitled “The History of Salt Lake City and its founders”.
Henry Grow, the superintendent of the Temple Block was born October 1, 1817 at Norristown Philadelphia, Pennsylvania. His father’s name was Henry Grow and his mother’s name was Mary Riter.
His grandfather came from Germany and took up a large tract of land and made it into five farms of sixty acres each and divided them among his four sons and one daughter. The estate still remains in the family. His grandfather fought in the Revolution. The British army camped within a mile of his farmhouse. Henry was the youngest of 7 children. Henry served his apprenticeship as a carpenter and jointer in his native sate, after which he superintended all the bridges, culverts etc. on the Norristown and Germantown railroads both in constructing and repairing. He worked under the direction of George G. Whitmore an ex mayor of Philadelphia.
Henry was baptized in the Delaware River, Philadelphia, in May 1842 by William Morton. He immigrated to Nauvoo in March of 1843, arriving May 15th. His first work at that place was in building a barn for Patriarch Hyrum Smith. He also worked on the Nauvoo Temple until it was completed. He passed through all the trials of those days and was one of the members of the Nauvoo Legion. He remained with others in Nauvoo after the departure of the Twelve with the advance companies of the Saints for the Rocky Mountains.
It had been agreed that the Mormons were to be given ample time to leave Illinois, but before the vanguard of the Pioneers left on their journey west, the anti Mormons began to rise and the mob performed outrages on the remaining Saints. The mob marched on the doomed city on the 19th of September 1864, and what was to be known as the Farmers Battle began and lasted three days. Henry Grow fought in this battle. The mob had 2000 well-armed men with 13 pieces of artillery camped in front of his house about a block distant. The first night they were camped there, while lying in his bed, he heard a voice distinctly say, “Get up and get out of here in the morning”. He arose, hitched a yoke of cattle to his wagon, put in utensils, bedding, and tent, leaving every other thing he owned in the house. He got his wife and three children into the wagon and had moved about fifty yards from the house when the mob fired a ball into the house, which was of frame structure. He crossed over the river to Montrose, Iowa. His family lived in the tent while he went back and fought the mob throughout the battle. From here he traveled across the prairies to Winter Quarters, where they arrived late in the month of October 1846. Here he built a log cabin and then went to Kimballs, six miles above, where he built himself a house and settled for the year. In the fall of 1847, after the departure of the Pioneer Companies, he moved with his family down into Missouri on the Little Platte, twenty miles above Weston, where many of the old mobocrats lived. While there, he kept the saw and grist mill in repair and did other carpenter work for two years for Co. Estel, who later sold out to Holladay and Warner, Merchants well known in the early history of Salt Lake City. Mr. Grow worked for Holladay and Warner till the spring of 1851.
He and his family then again came up to the Missouri River, bound for the valleys of the mountains. He was organized in Captain James Cummings hundred, in Alfred Gordens fifty and Bishop Keslers ten. Orson Pratt commanded the other fifty. The Mormons still traveled across the plains at this date in the old Pioneer plan of organization of hundreds, fifties and tens.
On account of high water, the companies headed the Horn River and came on to the Platte below Laramie on the Sweetwater below Independence Rock. The company was surrounded by war parties of Cheyenne’s. Keslers ten got separated from the other tens, but they succeeded in sending a message to Captain Gordon who was camped with the remainder of his fifty at Independence Rock and he sent relief and they went up and camped with their company. Next day they met a thousand Snake Warriors waiting for the Cheyenne’s.
Henry Grow arrived in Salt Lake City on his birthday, October 1, 1851. He immediately went to work and worked for a year on the Public Works under Miles Romney, the first superintendent of the carpenter shop. In the winter of 1851, he worked on the old Tabernacle, which occupied the spot where the Assembly Hall now stands, and he worked also on building the Social Hall, the weather being mild that winter.
In 1853 he built the first suspension bridge in Utah across the Ogden River for Jonathan Browning. In 1854 he went to work at Sugarhouse to build the sugar works under the direction of Bishop Kesler, and in 1855, he worked in the building of the two saw mills in Big Cottonwood known as A and B.
In 1856 he moved a saw mill from Chases Mill in the big field up City Creek seven miles for President Young, and the same fall he went up to Big Cottonwood again and farmed and put up Mill D, sawed some logs and left on the 17th of December in company with five other men on seven foot of snow on snow shoes. It took them two days to get through the snow. It was a very dangerous trip and they had many narrow escapes on the trip.
In 1857 he went up and built Mill E at the head of the canyon near Silver Lake. In 1858 he went to Provo and put up all the temporary buildings of the “Nove” and he also built the suspension bridge over the Provo River.
In 1859 he tore the works out of the old gristmill at the mouth of Canyon Creek and placed the cotton and woolen machinery in its place. This was not used much and later it was taken to St. George, Utah, and used there where the growing of cotton was more successful.
In 1861 he built suspension bridges across the Weber and Jordan Rivers. These bridges were still in use after 35 or 40 years. When he built the Old Salt Lake Theater, he put up a water wheel on the water ditch to enable the working men to hoist heavy beams and principal rafters out of planks for the works and fitted up the footlights.
In 1863 and 1864 he did a great deal of millwork at the request of President Young at different places and in 1865 President Young called on him in regard to the construction of the big Tabernacle. He designed the shape, planned, framed, and put it up, and finished this Tabernacle on the fall of 1867.
In 1868 President Young called on him to build the Z.C.M.I. building. The plans were drawn by Obed Taylor and superintended by Grow throughout. From that time on until the spring of 1876, he had charge of the carpenter shop and work on the Temple Block. At this time he was called on to build the warehouse to the Z.C.M.I. building.
At the October Conference in 1876, he was called on a mission to preside over the Pennsylvania, Delaware and Maryland Conferences. He left Salt Lake City on the first day of November 1876, and during his mission he visited all his relatives and the old homestead.
He left Pennsylvania for Salt Lake City on June 12, 1877, and on his return he was immediately engaged to tear down the old tabernacle and build the Assembly Hall, superintending the practical work under architect Obed Taylor. It was completed in the fall of 1878.
Since that time, Mr. Grow has built two brick houses for President Taylor and superintended all the carpentry of the Church, including the scaffolding and hoisting apparatus for the Temple.
In 1880 he was called by President Taylor to go east to look at improvements to paper mills for the purpose of putting up a paper mill at the mouth of Big Cottonwood. Mr. Grow traveled through Chicago, Illinois, Cleveland, Ohio, Buffalo, New Jersey, Springfield, Mass., Albany, Holyoke, Boston, Philadelphia, Pittsburg and other cities to get all the information he could, relative to the building of the paper mill. This accomplished, he returned to Salt Lake City and drafted plans and commenced the New Deseret Paper mill at the mouth of Big Cottonwood Canyon. It was completed and put in running order in 1883, being the first paper mill in Utah.
The foregoing busy record will show how extensively and constantly Henry Grow has been engaged in the building enterprises of Utah, and the making of a state for more than thirty years. He was known as a skillful mechanic and an experienced practical builder, who was well liked by all the hands who have worked under his superintending.
Among all his works, the roof of the big tabernacle in Salt Lake City, covering the largest hall in America west of the Chicago, is the most stupendous. The outside dimensions of the Tabernacle are: Length 250 ft., width 150ft. On the inside it measures 232 ft. by 132 feet, Height to ceiling is 65 feet. The roof rests on 44 columns averaging 20 feet high and is self supporting. The seating capacity is 9000 with standing room for fully 3000 more.
The inside measurements of the Assembly Hall is 116 by 64 feet. Height of ceiling is 36 feet. Gallery is 18 feet wide and extends around the building.
He served as city councilman with mayor Daniel H. Wells from 1870 to 1876 and died November 4, 1891, in Salt Lake City, Utah.
The above report bears witness to the important part that Henry Grow played in the building of the Church here in this area. He had five wives, and of the children born to his third wife, my grandmother was one. Her name was Josephine Streeper Grow. She was born November 15, 1852, in Salt Lake City, Utah. The house she was born in was located where the Salt Lake Hardware now stands at North Temple and 3rd West. She lived her whole life in Salt Lake and attended the pioneer schools. Through her childhood she was happy and had a good life although her parents were very strict. The children all got along well with one another and it has been said that it was hard to tell which child belonged to which mother. The children were never allowed to read anything other than Church literature. My grandmother was like the average child and would read novels on nights in her room when the moon was full. Her father wanted her to marry a man in polygamy, but she refused and married a very fine man by the name of George Lawson Scott on May 17, 1870, in the Old Endowment House in Salt Lake City, Utah.
Of this marriage 6 sons and 2 daughters were born. My mother was named Grace Leola Scott, and she was born on January 19, 1885, in Salt Lake City, Utah. The house she was born in still stands. It was made from the clay they had in their own yard. It has been remodeled and some of the shrubs are still growing in the yard that were planted when mother was a little girl. My mother was active in the Wilford Ward and attended the old North School on Highland Drive. They always had family prayer and had many good times such as sleigh riding during the winter. One of their neighbors by the name of Leslie Murphy built a sleigh and had a donkey that pulled them around. Mother was baptized in a creek close by her house. All the children in the family had to help around the house. She tells of when she used to have to mix bread when she was so little she had to stand on a chair to reach the table.
The family was well provided for until mother’s father died in 1903. From then on things were very hard. Grandmother took in sewing to get money for the family. She also in later years assembled radio headsets manufactured by the Baldwin Radio Works in East Mill creek. She did this in her home and I helped at times when I was young.
Mother had her patriarchal blessing from Edward White of the Wilford Ward. Mother’s sister married Dan Brighton, a famous figure in the early 1900’s. His grandfather built the famous Brighton resort up in Big Cottonwood Canyon.
Mother married my father, William Sherman Ferris on November 16, 1904, in the Salt Lake Temple. I have written an account of the major events in their married life and will include more in my own biography. At the present time, mother and dad are still living and are enjoying a comfortable life close to where we live in Bountiful.
(Compiled by Ellen Ferris Hixson 1960.
Re-typed for digitizing by Richard S. Hixson, April 2006.)
Richard S Hixsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01952343422978825403noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5624086876849445025.post-60895613956203862632014-05-09T15:25:00.000-07:002014-05-09T15:25:31.141-07:00Autobiography of Ellen (Ferris) HixsonI was born on November 22, 1913, in a house where the Irvine Jr. High School now stands in Sugarhouse, a suburb of Salt Lake City. When I was 9 months old, my parents moved to Blackfoot, Idaho and we lived there for 3 years. Dad worked on a farm with mother’s brother, Earnest Scott. Dad later took a job in a sugar factory close by. There were lots of Indians in and around Blackfoot, as the name of the community was taken from the tribe of Indians by that same name. Mother said that we had just moved into our house and we had a roll of linoleum standing by the door. One day an Indian squaw came to the door and wanted the linoleum. Mother wouldn’t let her have it. Mother didn’t feel well at the time and the squaw could see her condition. She wanted to help her out so she offered to take the little white “papoose” (I was the papoose) so that the white squaw would get better faster. Mother said that I ran and hid in the vegetable garden. To get rid of the Indian, mother gave her some sugar and butter.
We left Blackfoot in 1916 and moved to Montpelier, Idaho. Dad got a job on the railroad. We lived in a small house. The only place for my bed was over the bathtub. Mother put a board on the tub that would cover it and then would make my bed on top of it. The railroad employees went on strike at time, and during these periods, it was very hard on us. We knew what being poor was.
My health as a child was generally good. The only diseases I had were measles and mumps. I was a baby when I had the measles. Mother says I had to be carried around on a pillow because I was so sick. I had measles in my eyes and ears. In fact there wasn’t a spot on me that wasn’t covered.
The dresses I wore when I was in grade school were the very same as the present style in 1959 and 1960. My little girl, Joan, who is now about 10 years of age, is wearing the same type of black stockings as I wore when I was that age. I don’t let Joan wear the sack dresses because I just don’t like them. The stockings Joan wears are called Suzy long legs. The ones I wore were just long black stockings and I had to wear what we called pantywaists. It was a harness type affair with garters on to keep the stockings up.
I don’t remember many of my playmates. I can remember when we lived in Montpelier of the severe winters we had. The snow was so deep it would come up past my waist and by the time I would get to school I would be wet. The snow was so deep that we could tunnel all over our back yard. While we lived in Montpelier, the Armaystice was signed, bringing to close World War One (November 11, 1918). I can remember the big celebration. The railroad shop whistle blew and it seemed like it would never stop. I also remember when the railroad depot burned down. To me it seemed like the world was on fire.
I started school in Montpelier. The first play that I was in was about the Four and Twenty Blackbirds Baked in a Pie.
Mother and Dad raised canaries. We had a large cage and had lots of little birds. One day we went away and one of the windows was left open just a little so that a cat got in and some how got at the birds. That ended the bird raising business. During the year 1919 the whole country experienced a very bad influenza epidemic. Thousands of people died. Our family had it while Dad was away. When he got home the doctor wouldn’t let him in the house as long as some of us were sick. He had to stay at the railroad shops. My brother Sherman and I were not too sick and we had to take care of the house and the rest of them. There were so many sick in the town that no one could get any help. We all had to get along the best way we could.
At this point in my story, I will briefly mention something about my two brothers and three sisters. Sherman is the oldest of the boys. He gave my parents a rough time because he used to run away. Mother and Dad even called in the police to find him. He liked to be in plays in church and school. His favorite roll was Charley Chaplin. Sherman is a jack-of-all-trades. He would try anything that came along. He shined shoes, pushed ice cream carts around, and worked on farms and at the railroad and many other things that I can’t remember. While living in Montpelier, he was cut badly on the forehead. A group of boys were playing with some explosives. They would put some powder in a can and let it blow the can up in the air. This time the explosion took place too soon and the can hit his forehead. At the present time he lives in Medford, Oregon. He is successful in the undertaking business, being in partnership with the stake president there. They also have a cemetery. He is a member of the stake high council in our church and has raised a nice family. His wife, Pearl, is very active in the church also.
George is my other brother. He is just 18 months older than I. He was born on April 1st, so is an April fool baby. My mother’s sister had a baby just a few weeks before George was born. She named her baby Paul. Mother had chosen that name too. Her sister’s baby died, so when George came along, mother changed her plans and called her baby George. Once in awhile his birthday came on Easter and I would color empty eggshells and give them to him for an April fools joke. While in Montpelier, we lived next to a café. There were two cooks working there. One was very thin and the other was very fat. When we saw them outside we would call as a joke, fatty, fatty, run for your life; here comes skinny with the butcher knife. George was one year ahead of me in school until he became disinterested and was put back a grade so that we spent the rest of our school days in the same grade. He was very particular about the boys I went with when we were in high school. If he didn’t like a certain boy, he told dad and that would prevent me from going with him. It used to make me mad, but now I know it kept me out of a lot of trouble. We graduated in 1931, which was in the middle of a bad depression. There wasn’t any work for graduates. George got discouraged and joined the army at Fort Douglas in Salt Lake. He stayed in the army and retired at the age of 44. After that he got into civil service and at the present is just outside of Sacramento, California. He married a girl from Medford, Oregon. George is not active in the Church. His wife Jean is a Catholic and she has raised their children in that faith.
Josephine is the oldest child in our family. The fact that she is the oldest is why I don’t know too much about her while she was young. When she was in her teens she had the flu very bad. She lost much of her hair and had to wear something on her head until it came back in. It came back very curly and it was very beautiful. In her senior year of school, her picture was in the yearbook and under her picture was this title, “Your hair is your fortune.” Most of her early life was spent in Montpelier, Idaho, and then later up in Nampa, Idaho. She met her husband after we moved to Salt Lake. He was from Nampa. His name was Richard Welcome Kirkham. He was about the first fellow Josephine went with and he was very good looking. He swept her off her feet and they were married. This marriage proved to be a most unhappy one. They had two children and then she divorced him. He was an immoral man. Josephine raised her two children the best way she could. She also educated herself and graduated from college as a nurse. She has spent some time in New York City at a large hospital there and at the present is at the St. Marks Hospital in Salt Lake City.
Grace is the second oldest sister. When she was very little, she also used to run away. Mother had to tie her up with a rope in the yard. She was a tomboy type. When we were living out on Highland Drive in Salt Lake City, she went to school with a boy that she fell in love with. He became very ill and died. She wanted to marry him at one time very badly, but mother and dad were against it. She became discontented and went to California to get a job. While there, she met Joe Costa whom she eventually married. Joe was from Portugal. They had two boys. Joe and Grace live at Redondo Beach in California. Grace doesn’t do anything in the church and Joe is a Catholic. Her children were baptized in our church but as they grew up, they leaned toward the Catholics.
Jessie was my third sister, she being the youngest in the family. I was three years older than she. She had a short and a sad life. When she was about 5 years old, she fell when a swing broke and lit on her spine. She must have been hurt badly, because she wouldn’t sit down for several weeks. Not too long after, she became ill and had convulsions. She started school but didn’t go very long because the convulsions came more often. We took her to the Tabernacle to be baptized and shortly after she got worse. She lost her eyesight and after taking her to the Mayo Brothers, we were advised to put her in a hospital because it was so hard on Mother. She was there for several years and died when she was 16 years old. It is our opinion that she had a tumor on the brain. With present medical methods, we feel she could have been cured.
We moved from Montpelier in the year 1922 and went to Nampa, Idaho. After living in Nampa about a year, we then moved to Salt Lake City. At first we lived with my grandmother Scott at about 4700 South Highland Drive, close by Holladay. I attended the Old North School that was on the North West of 39th South and Highland Drive. That is where my father and mother went when they were little. My grandmother was a widow and did odd jobs to earn a living. She would card wool and at times I could help her. Grandmother assembled radio headphone sets for the Baldwin Radio Works, a factory close by. She would pick up the parts at the factory and then assemble them and return them ready for use. I helped her do that many times also. We didn’t have electricity in the house at that time. It was available in the area, but we couldn’t afford it. Her house was not modern. There wasn’t any running water in the house and we had no inside bathroom. Because of the lack of water, we didn’t have a lawn around he house. The whole front yard was planted in poppies. They grew with very little moisture and I thought her yard was so pretty.
When we moved, it was to a two-story house at 1376 South 3rd East in Salt Lake. I went to the Whittier School through the 5th, 6th, and 7th grades. It was while we lived in this house that we got our first radio. That was a big event in our lives.
We had a well in our yard so we built a pond and each year we would get some baby ducks at Easter time to put in the pond. Later in the year, we would have roast duck. We had a large apple tree in the yard and I liked to climb trees. I think I was the best tree climber in the neighborhood. I have lots of fond memories of my childhood while living in this house. I went to Sunday school, primary and religion class. When I was older I went to mutual. I was in lots of plays and because I had such long hair, I always got the parts such as Mary, the mother of Jesus, etc. I took piano lessons for one year but like most kids, I wouldn’t practice, so mother wouldn’t let me take them any longer. Now I would give anything if I could play the piano. I love music and can sing just beautifully in my mind, but when I open my mouth, the music seems to come out flat. I’m sure if I had learned to play the piano, I could at least have been able to stay on key while singing. Even my husband would have hesitated marrying me if he had known that I sang off key.
I went to the South Jr. High School for the 8th and 9th grades. I liked gym class very much and earned all the awards possible in sports while at Junior and Senior High Schools. I sprained my ankle jumping over the hurdles and was on crutches for a long while once.
I attended the West High School in Salt Lake City for one year during 1928-29, then the family moved back to Nampa, Idaho. The summer before my senior year I had to have my appendix removed and a tumor taken off my wrist. I was at the LDS Hospital in Salt Lake City. I graduated from the Nampa High School in the year of 1931. During this year, mother was the stake primary president (Boise Stake). I was the stake play director. We lived in the Nampa 1st ward. I was secretary of the Sunday school and was active in the MIA. My father was a member of the Masonic Lodge in Nampa and wanted me to join the organization for the youth, but I couldn’t do that because my church gave me the things I wanted most. Dad was active in the lodge for some time then gave up his membership. In 1932 we moved back to Salt Lake. A national depression was on and jobs were very hard to get. I did house work, tended children (25 cent an evening) and many other things. Eventually I got a job at the ZCMI factory where they made clothing. I learned to operate the large power machines that made overalls, Levis and house dresses. I worked there for about 4 years then in 1936 I left Salt Lake and went to Los Angeles, California to work in a clothing factory there. After 9 months, I returned to Salt Lake and enrolled in the Quish School of Beauty.
I was very active in the MIA organization. Each year the gleaner girls of the MIA held a formal dinner dance at the Hotel Utah in Salt Lake. It was at one of these affairs that I met my future husband, Sterling Hixson. A very close girl friend, Helen Hunter, was the president of the young ladies MIA in her stake and had charge of the dance. She had to attend the dinner dance and since her husband was on a mission, she asked her brother to escort her to the affair. Helen asked me to go and said that she had a “blind date” for me with a returned missionary from Holland. She made it sound so exciting that I agreed to go. On the way home from work the day of the dance, she said she thought she had better tell me that the “date” she had arranged for me wasn’t as good looking and wonderful as she had led me to believe. She said he was shorter than I was and wasn’t very good looking and his teeth were bad. Well, when she was through, I didn’t want to go, but it was too late to back out. I told her that when we met the fellows in the lobby of the Hotel Utah, if I didn’t like the looks of the fellow who would be with her brother, I was going to leave before he saw me. We watched the entrance from the balcony, and when I saw the fellow that was with her brother, I decided to stay and go through with the date, because he was the best looking fellow I had ever seen. He was taller than I, had beautiful black curly hair, nice teeth, pretty eyes, and nice personality and proved to be very interesting. I thought he was perfect and I guess I knew from the start that I would marry him.
The first few weeks of our friendship were all mixed up because Sterling told me he loved me and wanted to plan on marriage. That made it so that I had to make a choice between Sterling and a fellow that was on a mission in Germany at the time. I liked Sterling so very much but at the same time I felt an obligation to the one on a mission. Sterling had to leave town for a two-week business trip and said that if I would give him some assurance that I would say, “yes”, that he would come back, otherwise he would not. I asked him to give me those two weeks and I would give him an answer. I did a lot of thinking and praying during that time. The day he came back, he called me at the beauty school and said he would meet me after school in the lobby of the Tribune building. When I came down on the elevator, I saw him first, and it was then that I knew for sure that I wanted him more than I had wanted anything else in my life. While we were riding home, I told him I loved him and how much I wanted him. We were married on September 21, 1937, in the Salt Lake temple, just six months after we met. Our courtship was short but very wonderful.
The night Sterling gave me my ring we went dancing at a lodge up Emigration canyon. Between dances we went out on the veranda and he slipped the ring on my finger. He was so nervous that he just about dropped it. If he had, it would have probably been lost, as it would have gone down between some flooring into some brush. That happened on June the 4th, 1937. Our honeymoon was very nice. We went to California on the train. Money was hard to get at the time, so Sterling sold the car he had and with what we both had, we had a very nice trip. When we came home, we rented a cabin at the Utah Motor Park at about 10th South and State Street. I was still going to beauty school and working part time at the ZCMI beauty salon. Sterling worked at the Ute Hamburger, a lunch stand at the University of Utah. He earned $52.00 a month and I received about $55.00 a month. With the salaries combined, we managed very nicely. After about four months, we obtained an apartment in the Los Gables Apartments on 3rd East between 1st and 2nd South. We paid $35.00 a month for a very nice apartment and I understand that the same apartments now rent for over $100.00 a month. We were very happy and enjoyed each other’s company very much. We walked to town in the evenings and window shopped, and would drop in some place for a sandwich. On Sundays, when he would open up the lunch stand, I would go along with him for breakfast.
Sterling was always so kind and thoughtful, always remembering to do the nice little things. I remember when we knew we were going to have our first baby; he sent me a beautiful basket of flowers and a card that read, “To my mother to be”. He was always doing nice little things for me and I have loved him more deeply because of his thoughtfulness.
After working at the lunch stand for two and a half years, Sterling wanted to better him self, so just one month before Richard was born, he quit his job. After some time and a struggle, he obtained a job with the Utah Power and Light Co. Our first assignment was at the power plant at the mouth of Ogden canyon, so we moved to Ogden on April 17th, 1939. Richard was born on May the 16th at the LDS Hospital in Salt Lake City. I was in the hospital for 10 days compared to the present 4 days for maternity cases. That was the custom in those days.
At the time Richard was born, the fathers were kept out of the delivery room. Dr. Russell Wherritt believed that the father should be a part of the experience and so he invited Sterling to come in the delivery room with me. The first day home with my baby was a nerve-wracking experience. A friend, Nora Walton, came and bathed Richard the first day for me. All the time she was bathing him, he was crying like crazy. I sat watching her and was crying just about as hard as the baby. Now I can look back and laugh, but at the time, it wasn’t funny.
We lived in Ogden for about 7 months and then moved to Salt Lake in November. Sterling worked in the power office that winter and we rented an apartment at 171 T Street. Richard spent his first Christmas there. We took lots of pictures of him and the tree. It was while we lived here that Richard fell off the couch and knocked his front teeth loose.
In the Spring we moved to a small cabin on the edge of the reservoir in Big Cottonwood canyon, Southeast of Salt Lake. Sterling worked at the Millcreek and Cottonwood power plants. We sure enjoyed living in the canyon that summer. I fixed this cabin up so it was very comfortable. I made cupboards out of wooden orange crates and we used them for a washstand and place to put our toothbrushes etc. One day the radio was on and Richard was walking toward this cupboard. Just as he put his little hand out to take the toothbrush, the announcer on the radio said, “No, don’t’ touch that dial”. Richard dropped his hand and looked up at me as if it were I scolding him.
The Government had some boys in a camp close by and they built a picnic ground just below our cabin, at Storm Mountain. During the Summer evenings we could hear the people laugh and sing and play music. We had to get all our water at the picnic ground and carry it back to the cabin. We took our baths in the washtub and I did the washing by hand in the same tub. The cabin was built about three feet from the edge of the reservoir, so I had to watch Richard very close. We didn’t have any refrigeration so we put our milk and butter in a 5-gallon milk can and lowered it by rope into the reservoir. The rope was tied to a board walkway leading out to a gauge in the water. One day we were all dressed up to go to Salt Lake and Sterling was all in white including shoes. He went to lower the can down in the water and slipped on some moss into the water. He went in up to his waist and would have gone all the way in but was holding onto the rope. It was a funny experience.
One night at 11 PM, as Sterling was getting ready to go to work, someone knocked at the door. It was a man that was lost and he was very drunk. To make sure he wouldn’t be around while Sterling was at work, he helped him in the car and drove him to the mouth of the canyon and dumped him out. I locked the door and the windows good and tight that night.
In September of that year (1940), we moved to Heber City, Utah. Sterling worked at the Murdock power plant. We liked living in Heber and made some wonderful friends. From Heber we moved to Grace, Idaho. This move somewhat depressed me because I was expecting my second baby and I was ill most of the time. The town was so small and so isolated that I worried about what kind of a doctor we would have. There was no need for worry because the doctor was one of the best. We were so far away from a hospital that our baby girl, Judith Ellen, was born at home on December 22, 1942. We lived in a beautiful house down on the banks of the Bear River below Grace, Idaho. World War 2 had started and all the power company property had to be under guard. The doctor had to identify himself to get through the gates to come down to the plant. During the two weeks after the baby was born, the doctor visited us every day. Doctor Kohler liked to go duck hunting. Our home was a few feet from a good hunting spot. He would come dressed for hunting and would leave his medical bag at our house then check the baby and myself when he would go home. The night Judith was born, the doctor saw a knife that Sterling had brought back from Europe. It struck his fancy so that he offered to deliver the baby for the knife. Sterling was tempted because we needed the money, but in the end he said no. Some time later, someone stole the knife and Sterling felt very bad about it.
When the baby was a few days old we noticed she had something on her side. It turned out to be a blood tumor. When she was 9 months old the doctor advised us to have it removed. We had to take her to Salt Lake to a specialist. The war was on and gas was rationed, but we obtained sufficient for the trips while the tumor was removed by radium treatments.
When Judy was one year old she was very ill. At first the doctor treated her for chicken pox but later thought it could be small pox. It turned out to be a strep throat and it was so severe that it got into her blood stream. She broke out all over her body with ugly sores. I held her day and night while she was ill. I feel that through answer to our prayers and those of the elders, along with a new drug out (Sulfa) her life was spared. We had her tonsils out when she was 18 months old.
We lived at Grace for 3 and ½ years and then moved to the Oneida Plant about 20 miles down the river. It was 18 miles up from Preston, Idaho. That was a very beautiful place. Pine trees were all around and the houses were close to the bank of the river. It was at this site among others that Jim Bridger, the famous early day trapper camped on his first expedition out West. There were 12 families living at this camp. We had a one-room schoolhouse with 8 grades in the one room. Richard started his schooling there. We have lots of memories of Oneida. The swinging bridge, hikes up to the dam, fishing, getting our Christmas trees out of the hills and Judy falling in the river while gathering the first spring wild flowers.
During the war years we went without many things. We repaired and painted old toys, trikes, sleds etc. that we gathered. Each family had a large vegetable garden and we raised all our potatoes, carrots, onions etc. for the winter. We were isolated during the winter at times. We created our own entertainment. We had group dinners, sleigh riding parties, etc. At Christmas time one family would start out singing Christmas carols at the first house then that family would join them and they would keep it up until all families were in the act. All families would treat each other. At times when the company officials would come to visit the plant, I was asked to cook their meals.
On January 30th, 1947, Robert, our third child was born at the Preston hospital. Dr. O. Cutler was the physician, who later became a good friend of ours. When Robert was 7 months old we moved back to the Grace plant. Each move that we made was a promotion for Sterling. We lived at the Grace plant for the next 5 years and during this time we had many rewarding experiences. Some were sad too. The winter of 1948-49 was very bad. There was a record snowfall and lots of wind with it, which caused power lines to sag and in places they could nearly reach the lines with their arms. It was on March 9th of 1949 that we were able to leave our house for the first time over a long period, and then the road was just opened for one lane of travel. One could stand on top of the car and still couldn’t reach the top of the snowdrifts. The temperature dropped as low as 27 degrees below zero. Several deaths occurred during this time in the area and the people couldn’t be buried. They were left in garages up in the town. That same winter, our church house burned to the ground. It was an old building constructed by the early settlers after the design of the Kirtland Temple. It caused a great deal of sadness. While we were building the new one, we met in the schoolhouse.
During these years there were some bad accidents at the plant. One took the life of a neighbor, Keith Roper. A valve broke in the plant under heavy pressure and it blew into his body cutting one of his legs off and disemboweled him.
Richard had a frightening experience while we lived at the Cove plant, two miles down the river from the Grace plant. We used electric heaters to heat the house. One heater had a short in it that we didn’t know about. When Richard touched it in the bathroom with his bare foot while his hand was on the plumbing, he got a 220-volt shock through his body. He lost consciousness for a minute but came out of it all right. He was left with a burn on his foot. Another time Richard turned up missing and after looking for him for some time, I found him and the neighbor girl, Elisa Clark, sitting on the top of a wall where the water came roaring out of the power plant. I was terrified when I saw where they were. Somehow I kept myself calm until I got to them and helped them to safe ground and then they both got a spanking.
Not all of the experiences at Grace were on the bad side. The most were very happy ones. One time with the help of the children, I built a tree house just back of our house. We had fun roaming through the junkyard where lots of material had been discarded and where the power company stored supplies and used materials. We made many trips to this junkyard and back to the tree house with a little wagon hauling the things needed to build the house. On one of the trips, Robert found a bottle of acid among the junk and got some of it on his hands and he was badly burned. We took him to the doctor for treatment.
During the years at Grace, I did a lot of sewing and enjoyed cooking. I have about 40 blue ribbons that I won at both the Caribou County Fair and the Idaho State Fair. I won the ribbons for my sponge cake, white bread, handcrafts, and all types of clothing, including made over items. One item in handicraft is on my husband's desk. It is a lamp made from a piece of wood from the Hawaiian Islands and a piece of petrified rock from Wyoming. The shade is made from welding rod and wrapped with yarn. In fact, my husband thinks I am about the best all around wife in the world, so he has said.
On occasions while working at the Cove plant 2 miles down the river from the Grace plant, Sterling would have to patrol the large flume that carried the water from Grace to Cove. It was two miles long. We would take the gun with us and shoot fish in the shallow streams and bring them home for supper. Water always leaked from the flume and for about 8 months of the year there was always ice under the flume where it had frozen. Part of the summer we would still be able to go up there and get ice to make our homemade ice cream with. That was always a treat. Whenever we were without electric power due to storms or during plant trouble, we would cook our dinners outside on the fireplace. During the war, in order to maintain conditions on the power system, we would have to shut our lights and heaters off over the morning and evening peaks. We would have to plan our meals accordingly.
On September 9, 1950, we made a 45-mile drive to Preston where our fourth child, little Joan, was born. Sterling was with me again that time as with the other children. With Robert and Joan, he even gave the anesthetic as the hospital was understaffed. With Joan, the doctor hadn’t arrived and the nurse was down in the kitchen and Sterling delivered her. He has shared the pain and the joy that is part of bringing a child into the world. He was always very loving and sympathetic during those difficult months. I shall always be eternally grateful for his love and understanding, because it has made me love him more and made our marriage very wonderful. We enjoyed the new baby very much. Sterling’s family and many of his relatives always had three boys and the fourth child would be a girl. It has always been a happy thought with us knowing that we broke that spell by having a boy, a girl, and boy and a girl.
Sterling was active in the Lions Club at Grace and at Preston. He advanced through all the offices until he became the president of the Grace club and eventually Deputy District Governor of Idaho. We went to the National Convention at Atlantic City. We left the children with Grandma Ferris in Salt Lake. We went to Denver, St. Louis, Washington D.C., New York City, Niagara Falls, Chicago and all the historical places from the Book of Mormon history. We were gone for a month. Again in 1953 we made a trip back to Michigan to get us a new Buick.
I was very active in the Church while in Idaho. I was in the Stake MIA young women’s presidency, and with Sterling was Stake Era director. I also taught many classes in the ward.
In December 1953 we moved to Salt Lake where Sterling was made assistant dispatcher for the company. It later developed until he made and met the requirements and was made a full dispatcher. We at first lived with mother and dad in North Salt Lake. They had a duplex. After a year and a half, we bought us our first home in Bountiful at 167 West 20th South. In order to help get us started with our home and to plan for Richard’s mission that we hoped was coming up, I decided to go to work at my old trade. I started with the Paris Department Store in the beauty salon. Mother took care of Joan at first.
In 1953 Richard went to the Davis High School in Kaysville and then when the new Bountiful High School was finished, he went to it and graduated in 1957. Judy and Robert attended the Adelaide Elementary School and then when we bought our home, Robert went to the Bountiful Elementary School and Judy went to the junior high school at 4th North and Main Street. She is at present ready to start her senior year of school at the Bountiful High School. She had completed her three years of seminary and graduated in June. Those students that graduate are entitled to go on a trip through the Southern states to New York to see the pageant at Palmyra. Richard went when he graduated and now it is Judy’s turn. She will go in July. The trip costs about $140.00. Judy plays the piano very well having taken lessons for 7 years. She is a very quiet, reserved girl and has always been very active in church, as has Richard. She had been a great help to me by tending Joan and Robert when they needed it. Judy’s first job was a clerk in the bakery department at Albertsons store at 15th South and Main in Bountiful. She received 80 cents an hour. After three weeks she obtained a real nice job in the main offices of the Church on South Temple. She is working in the department that takes the census of the Church. Her salary is $1.00 and hour. Judy is a very sincere, sweet girl and has always shown respect to her parents.
Richard being our first child had a few rough spots in his childhood while we were learning to be parents. We made many mistakes, but they didn’t cause any harm. Sterling and I both feel that keeping the children busy and using discipline along with love makes better adults. Richard’s first job was with Burnham’s Market in North Salt Lake. He was 15 years old and earned 75 cents an hour. He worked after schools and on Saturdays. He held this job for two years and then went to work at the St. Marks Hospital as an orderly. He liked the work very much and was there nearly two years. He applied for a position at the LDS Hospital in Salt Lake as a surgical technician and got it. He worked from 3 PM to 11 PM while going to school. He did this while going to his first two years at the University of Utah. He joined the Utah Nation Guard and was assigned to the Medical Corps, which tied in well with his employment. In May 1959 he received his call to go on a mission to the Netherlands, the same mission as his father was called to. He has always been interested in religion and was very active in the ward. Richard has a very friendly personality and gets along with everyone. Older people love him because he is always kind to them. He takes time to visit them and to make friends. He takes care of his money well and as with all the children, pays his tithing regularly. As of this writing, Richard has completed one year of his mission.
At the present, Robert is 13 years old. He is in the first year of junior high school at the new South Davis Jr. High School on 65th South. He is very interested in sports of all kinds. He has been active in Jr. league baseball and is now playing in the Babe Ruth league. He is a stockholder in the Salt Lake Baseball team of the Pacific Coast League. Robert has taken piano lessons for 5 years and plays very well. He is now starting to take lessons on the trumpet. He is a star scout and is working toward his eagle badge. Robert is a very loveable boy and shows his affection very freely to us. He is dependable and cooperative.
Joan is different from the other children in both build and personality. She is very independent and more temperamental. Joan is taking lessons on the piano. She is one in a class of her own in our family. She has a good singing voice. When she was three years old the doctor told us she had a minor heart condition that she would probably outgrow. At this time it appears that she is doing just that, as she is very healthy. She is in the 5th grade at the Bountiful Elementary School.
As I bring this biography to a close, I will combine the future along with Sterling’s. We will bring it up to date each year together. It has been my desire to write these few words in order to complete our book of remembrance for our church and also to record a few things that may be interesting for our children and their posterity to read.
(Compiled by “Ellen Ferris Hixson, July 1960. Typed by Sterling. Re-typed for digitizing by Richard S. Hixson, April 2006.)
A Final Comment: Dad died on the 10th of September 1997, and Mom followed him on the 14th of October 2000. There were no entries made to the ‘events in his life’ after his 1995 entry on this page. Dad’s health worsened and he was unable to record the events of 1996-97.
Mother mentioned to me it was her intention to continue the record but that did not happen.
During the three years mother was alone, I stopped by her home each week on my way home from work at the Church Office Building and helped her with her book work – assisting her in paying her bills and ensuring her medical benefits were covering her doctor bills and prescriptions. We enjoyed good times and conversations together that were good for both of us.
My journal contains details of both Mom and Dad and our experiences together.
Richard S. Hixson, May 2006.
Richard S Hixsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01952343422978825403noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5624086876849445025.post-70640324457487100362014-05-09T15:15:00.001-07:002014-05-09T15:15:49.692-07:00Father and two brothers left for the gold rush areaLong ago before I (Josephine) was married I asked father (William Sherman) about his family background. Father answered this: My father (Franklin Samuel) and two brothers (Alvirus and Cyrus) left Michigan in the early 1850’s for the gold rush area. Alvirus the older brother married an Indian Maid and raised a family somewhere in California. Cyrus the next brother died un-married, logging in woods. Franklin Samuel Ferris the youngest of the three ended up in Salt Lake City. Father wasn’t sure why? Now I find through research it was because of a flood in 1862. All their tools, mine, home and everything was washed into the ocean by this flood. This I gather from correspondence with descendants in Humboldt Co., California.
Alvirus first went to a brother George in Rawlins, Wyoming. George had a mine and raised cattle. Franklin didn’t stay long with George, but ended up in Ophir, Utah, working in the mines. There are relatives in Eaton County, Michigan. Father knew no names. His grandparents were spoken of only as Mother and Father Ferris.
In 1945 I found Alice Ferris Bell in Lansing, Michigan. How? I wrote to the postmaster at Eaton Rapids, Michigan. I enclosed a letter seeking information on Ferris surname. The man mailed my letter to a Ferris lady listed in the city directory. This lady answered and after three letters gave me the name and address of Alice Ferris Bell. It turns out Alice is fathers first cousin. Her father is Wesley Ferris, a brother to the three brothers leaving Michigan. Alice copied from her father’s family bible the two families of our grandfather. The first wife died leaving 3 children. The second wife (our Grandmother) being Sally Spears (widow of Nathan Newell, issue 1 child, a son Nathan Jr. A falling tree killed the Father Nathan Sr. 3 months before the son was born, in Washtenaw Co., Michigan. The son Nathan was born December 1829, Washtenaw Co., Michigan. Samuel Ferris the widower then married Sally the widow. The three brothers and others are children of this union, Samuel and Sally. I corresponded with granddaughter Edith and Myrtle Newell.
In 1944 I wrote the Indian Agency in California to see if I could locate descendants of Alvirus Ferris and the Indian Maid? Answer: I located Alvirus, a grandson, two sons and a granddaughter. In 1954 I visited the granddaughter, Caroline Ferris, at Orleans, California. She was educated in the Eastern U.S. Frederick, a son, spoke the mother’s Indian language. Frederick and brother Harry wrote me several times sending family group sheets on the families. Father Alvirus adopted the Indian baby of Mary, who he married as the aforementioned Indian Maid. Mary and Samuel had 8 children. The baby Caroline makes 9 children to be sealed to these parents. The father of the baby was known to be Stone. He sneaked off in the bushes and was never seen again, I858. Alvirus married Mary 1861.
I next located Wesley Hotelling, grandson to father Alvirus. His wife is Dean Allen, of Utah pioneer stock. I had a lovely visit at their home June 1977, in Willow Creek, California. Wesley gave pictures and more history on the family where a bouts.
There is a book (In the Land of The Grasshopper Song). In the book is some on I-ESE-Steve. He is nephew to Mary Tom Ferris, the Indian Maid Alvirus married – pictures.
These folk are Karok and Yurok Indians. I found them extra nice people. I met many of the younger generations while in California 1977.
(Written by Josephine Ferris Kirkham)
(Re-typed for digitizing by Richard S. Hixson, April 2006)
Richard S Hixsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01952343422978825403noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5624086876849445025.post-40377542088915386012009-07-18T16:36:00.001-07:002009-07-18T16:36:30.928-07:00The Later YearsRichard S Hixsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01952343422978825403noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5624086876849445025.post-49141904099467041232009-07-18T15:00:00.000-07:002009-07-21T10:45:26.835-07:008-Room School House<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkdSoUxaM1I9t8oi0iKNtq-5cooa1gZ5Z_S2pomlIiGn5PqSps7LjdPsMV1rkTvwI6vtzNIVlc_bv5XEChK-LDP9Y1_MOPBV1VoCbaigU3ryDrWG-jLWaewhyphenhyphennT_piQ8JpOV7D366aUhc/s1600-h/PHOTO_0017.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359937298372309986" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 260px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkdSoUxaM1I9t8oi0iKNtq-5cooa1gZ5Z_S2pomlIiGn5PqSps7LjdPsMV1rkTvwI6vtzNIVlc_bv5XEChK-LDP9Y1_MOPBV1VoCbaigU3ryDrWG-jLWaewhyphenhyphennT_piQ8JpOV7D366aUhc/s400/PHOTO_0017.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><p style="MARGIN: 0px; FONT: 12px Times New Roman">Caribou county schools were consolidated and my</p><p style="MARGIN: 0px; FONT: 12px Times New Roman">fourth grade was uptown in Grace, Idaho. I rode the</p><p style="MARGIN: 0px; FONT: 12px Times New Roman">school bus. My teacher was Matilda Anderson. I <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Georgia, fantasy;font-size:16;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'Times New Roman', fantasy;font-size:12;">remember well the bus rides to and from school.</span></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0px; FONT: 12px Times New Roman">The boys usually sat at the back of the bus and the girls in the front. The</p><p style="MARGIN: 0px; FONT: 12px Times New Roman">high school age kids got the very back seats. One of the buses was a short,</p><p style="MARGIN: 0px; FONT: 12px Times New Roman"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Georgia, fantasy;font-size:16;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'Times New Roman', fantasy;font-size:12;">little one we</span></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0px; FONT: 12px Times New Roman"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Georgia, fantasy;font-size:16;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'Times New Roman', fantasy;font-size:12;">called it the “Puddle Jumper”. It was the only bus that</span></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0px; FONT: 12px Times New Roman">could easily make the curves in the winding road that climbed to the top of</p><p style="MARGIN: 0px; FONT: 12px Times New Roman">the hill in the ravine we called Sleepy Hollow. One day we wrecked coming</p><p style="MARGIN: 0px; FONT: 12px Times New Roman">around one of the curves. No one was seriously hurt.</p><p style="MARGIN: 0px; FONT: 12px Times New Roman">I used to catch the bus at the porch of the quarters building, the building where</p><p style="MARGIN: 0px; FONT: 12px Times New Roman">employees would stay while they were there to overhaul the generators at the</p><p style="MARGIN: 0px; FONT: 12px Times New Roman">plant. I remember a lot of bus rides in the wintertime and how the wind blew</p><p style="MARGIN: 0px; FONT: 12px Times New Roman">and the snow would drift. There were big wooden-slat fences in</p><p style="MARGIN: 0px; FONT: 12px Times New Roman">the fields,</p><p style="MARGIN: 0px; FONT: 12px Times New Roman">parallel to the roads, so the snow would drift against the fence, trying to keep</p><p style="MARGIN: 0px; FONT: 12px Times New Roman">the snow from drifting onto the roads.</p><p style="MARGIN: 0px; FONT: 12px Times New Roman">There are three things I remember well about fourth grade: 1) A sign on the</p><p style="MARGIN: 0px; FONT: 12px Times New Roman">wall that read “An idle mind is the devil’s workshop”; 2) Winning the second</p><p style="MARGIN: 0px; FONT: 12px Times New Roman">prize in the declamation contest April 1, 1949, by memorizing and reciting “The Gingham Dog and</p><p style="MARGIN: 0px; FONT: 12px Times New Roman">the Calico Cat” (The room mothers presented me with Edgar A. Guest’s <span style="FONT: 12px Helvetica"><i>Rhymes of Childhood)</i></span>; and</p><p style="MARGIN: 0px; FONT: 12px Times New Roman">3) Mrs. Anderson almost always, before writing on the blackboard, rolling the end of the chalk stick</p><p style="MARGIN: 0px; FONT: 12px Times New Roman">on her tongue. She did that throughout whatever she was writing; it made the chalk wet and in turn</p><p style="MARGIN: 0px; FONT: 12px Times New Roman">made what she was writing heavier and whiter on the board. As the writing became fainter, she</p><p style="MARGIN: 0px; FONT: 12px Times New Roman">would lick the chalk again. She had beautiful handwriting and I loved to watch the letters and words</p><p style="MARGIN: 0px; FONT: 12px Times New Roman">appear on the blackboard. I love to write with beautiful penmanship because of her, even though I</p><p style="MARGIN: 0px; FONT: 12px Times New Roman">donI continued my fifth, sixth, seventh and eighth grades uptown in Grace, Idaho. My teachers were, </p><p style="MARGIN: 0px; FONT: 12px Times New Roman">respectively, Beth Waldron, Frank Taylor, Mrs. Bassett, and J. Stanley Harrison.</p><p style="MARGIN: 0px; FONT: 12px Times New Roman">In miss Waldron’s class I remember, before class work began, we always stood, put our hands over</p><p style="MARGIN: 0px; FONT: 12px Times New Roman">our hearts, and repeated aloud the Pledge of Allegiance. We also had prayer each morning, then she</p><p style="MARGIN: 0px; FONT: 12px Times New Roman">would read aloud a chapter of a book. These things happened every morning of each school day.</p><p style="MARGIN: 0px; FONT: 12px Times New Roman">Miss Waldron was a tiny, petite person and I saw her from time</p><p style="MARGIN: 0px; FONT: 12px Times New Roman">to time in later years in the Salt Lake</p><p style="MARGIN: 0px; FONT: 12px Times New Roman">Temple and in Z.C.M.I. department store.</p><p style="MARGIN: 0px; FONT: 12px Times New Roman">I remember Mrs. Bassett getting after me because she thought I had been running through the room</p><p style="MARGIN: 0px; FONT: 12px Times New Roman">and hallway, which created a circle passageway perfect to do just such a thing. I really hadn’t and it</p><p style="MARGIN: 0px; FONT: 12px Times New Roman">made me mad, so I sassed her. She pulled my ear and then I sassed her again and tore off to catch</p><p style="MARGIN: 0px; FONT: 12px Times New Roman">the bus. I thought I was ‘big’ for doing that and it would win favor with the other kids as well. Even</p><p style="MARGIN: 0px; FONT: 12px Times New Roman">if I was right, I knew I had no right to treat her that way and it was no way to get attention from</p><p style="MARGIN: 0px; FONT: 12px Times New Roman">others.</p><p style="MARGIN: 0px; FONT: 12px Times New Roman">Mr. Taylor owned and operated the Spudnut Shop in town, a favorite place for teenagers. I</p><p style="MARGIN: 0px; FONT: 12px Times New Roman">remember more about the Spudnut Shop than about his class. I do, however, remember well going</p><p style="MARGIN: 0px; FONT: 12px Times New Roman">through the lunch line. I always liked the school’s lunches and hoped the lunch ladies would give</p><p style="MARGIN: 0px; FONT: 12px Times New Roman">me big portions. I remember especially how the honey and the peanut butter would be mixed or</p><p style="MARGIN: 0px; FONT: 12px Times New Roman">whipped together. At recesses I liked to play hopscotch, jump the rope, jacks and marbles, climb on</p>the tricky bars, and play tetherball. I shied away from contact sports and activities.t all of the time because I am in too much of a hurry. <p></p><p style="MARGIN: 0px; FONT: 12px Times New Roman"></p><p style="MARGIN: 0px; FONT: 12px Times New Roman">Our grade school was a two-story building with a</p><p style="MARGIN: 0px; FONT: 12px Times New Roman">basement. The main and second floor each had</p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359934268351257122" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 146px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjN8v2ZirXP6wYZrzQOf43dcPE-0doHattz7P0Ueo9Qn0P6lCO5NmibRq7sBWOEoHLI4TRNSi2nac7MvhqLSu9yVJEBL18Ekrk3QSHGI8GoiPmI2p6vnKQ8NWy3t_ojaaRF7i4PhyphenhyphenpR9sw/s200/sc000b32b3_2.jpg" border="0" /> <p style="MARGIN: 0px; FONT: 12px Times New Roman">four classrooms – one in each corner with the</p><p style="MARGIN: 0px; FONT: 12px Times New Roman">center of the building open and a big, wide</p><p style="MARGIN: 0px; FONT: 12px Times New Roman">staircase on the east and west sides that went</p><p style="MARGIN: 0px; FONT: 12px Times New Roman">between the two floors. Each of the classrooms</p><p style="MARGIN: 0px; FONT: 12px Times New Roman">had a hallway to hang coats and put our winter</p><p style="MARGIN: 0px; FONT: 12px Times New Roman">boots.</p><p style="MARGIN: 0px; FONT: 12px Times New Roman">The basement housed the furnace and boiler, as</p><p style="MARGIN: 0px; FONT: 12px Times New Roman">well as a small, comfortable apartment for the</p><p style="MARGIN: 0px; FONT: 12px Times New Roman">custodian, Freddy Greenwood. It was fun to</p><p style="MARGIN: 0px; FONT: 12px Times New Roman">sneak down there and visit with Freddy. He was a nice, sweet man and he loved us kids. I liked him</p><p style="MARGIN: 0px; FONT: 12px Times New Roman">too. He was from England and I liked his accent. He was also the Grace 1st ward clerk and his</p><p style="MARGIN: 0px; FONT: 12px Times New Roman">signature is on some of my certificates of ordination.</p><p style="MARGIN: 0px; FONT: 12px Times New Roman">I remember was sitting at the lunch table and Mr. Harrison sitting with us at our table. We had</p><p style="MARGIN: 0px; FONT: 12px Times New Roman">soup that day. Somebody had loosened the cap on the saltshaker and it happened to be Mr. Harrison</p><p style="MARGIN: 0px; FONT: 12px Times New Roman">that used the salt next in his bowl of soup. All of a sudden that prank wasn’t funny anymore. Mr.</p><p style="MARGIN: 0px; FONT: 12px Times New Roman">Harrison was from England and a very proper man. His penmanship was beautiful and almost like</p><p style="MARGIN: 0px; FONT: 12px Times New Roman">calligraphy. He was also our art teacher. I was proud of my RSH monogram he helped me do for an</p><p style="MARGIN: 0px; FONT: 12px Times New Roman">art assignment in shading with a pencil. He wrote a book, of which I have a copy, titled <span style="FONT: 12px Helvetica"><i>This Way</i></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0px; FONT: 12px Helvetica"><i>but Once</i><span style="FONT: 12px Times New Roman">.</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0px; FONT: 12px Times New Roman">I had great respect for him. He was well read and displayed a lot of wisdom. He also taught an adult</p><p style="MARGIN: 0px; FONT: 12px Times New Roman">Sunday school class in our ward.</p><p></p>Richard S Hixsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01952343422978825403noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5624086876849445025.post-64613363505617815092009-07-16T22:37:00.000-07:002009-07-18T14:56:16.294-07:00One Room School Houses<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">Telluride School House and the Oneida Camp School House</span><div><br /></div><div><p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Times New Roman">Written 10 Feb 1982</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Times New Roman">I started first grade, not having attended a kindergarten, at the one-room little grey schoolhouse at</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Times New Roman">Utah and Power and Light Company’s Oneida plant. The schoolhouse consisted of two rooms; two</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Times New Roman">chalk boards, a clock, an American flag and a picture of George Washington. There were 6 rows of</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Times New Roman">desks, one row for each of the first six grades.</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Times New Roman">The schoolteachers lived in a cottage next to the school. Their names were Lale G. Gailey and Adria</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Times New Roman">K. Forsgren. Each row of desks was a grade and so the teacher taught several grades</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Times New Roman">simultaneously. We learned more that way because we heard what was going on in the other</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Times New Roman">classes.</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Times New Roman">My second grade was at the same one-room schoolhouse at Oneida plant. My teacher’s name was</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Times New Roman">Della Atkinson. I remember finishing my work early and doing third grade work as well, with Kent</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Times New Roman">Backman. I would slide over into his seat and do the same work he was given. When the end of the</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Times New Roman">year came I was promoted to the fourth grade. I remember playing tag at recess and also climbing</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Times New Roman">out of the school windows.</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Times New Roman">The third grade was also at a oneroom</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Times New Roman">school, which was close to the</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Times New Roman">Utah Power and Light Company’s</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Times New Roman">Grace plant. It was called the</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Times New Roman">Telluride school. My teachers were</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Times New Roman">Connie T. McGregor and Mildred</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Times New Roman">Ashbaker. Mrs. McGregor had to quit</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Times New Roman">during the year because she had breast</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Times New Roman">cancer. We were sad.</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Times New Roman">Neil Ashbaker was one of my friends</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Times New Roman">and it was his mom who took Mrs.</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Times New Roman">McGregor’s place. She was also</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Times New Roman">nice. The schoolhouse was brick and</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Times New Roman">I still have one of the bricks from that schoolhouse, when it was torn down years later, and the brick</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Times New Roman">is now a welcome sign at our back door. I remember playing marbles, swinging <span style="font: 12.0px Helvetica"><i>high </i></span>on the swings</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Times New Roman">and eating my sack lunch, sitting on the roof of the cellar that led to the coal bin.</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Times New Roman">In spite of my promotion to the fourth grade at Oneida, the teacher and my</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Times New Roman">parents determined that skipping a grade would not be in my best interest,</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Times New Roman">nor would it help to be with older kids rather than with my peers. I</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Times New Roman">remember starting out as a fourth grader at Telluride and being the only one</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Times New Roman">in that row of desks, as well as having a difficult time with geography. And</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Times New Roman">so I went back where I belonged…the third grade.</p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYNGGLTPbNPt4cNdVkaj-vMcfbDGuad8t9NoU7-Qn94byjSHjkCc5V6QlSOkFN8M04Q8gP0JUbKt3I2ZaqKI5YETS74ddAv0z4Or9w36OeU9P5TDS_aeuh3W6-_EPHvggiNXFx5pSoIKM/s1600-h/PHOTO_0010.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 262px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYNGGLTPbNPt4cNdVkaj-vMcfbDGuad8t9NoU7-Qn94byjSHjkCc5V6QlSOkFN8M04Q8gP0JUbKt3I2ZaqKI5YETS74ddAv0z4Or9w36OeU9P5TDS_aeuh3W6-_EPHvggiNXFx5pSoIKM/s400/PHOTO_0010.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359891228484178706" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPAXTEaAaptzYQ3segYoo63qrCuUQZgVP90UwFrJatFdo77-TQkPv5ECjpR93zorW6rSw0rOlRkuh8z6aqBTnEstBpj25YqFRxQ-YWg6O5hhTMUrq6gCelDeN3XjKvfllsRdjLq50z8Ko/s1600-h/sc0003511601.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPAXTEaAaptzYQ3segYoo63qrCuUQZgVP90UwFrJatFdo77-TQkPv5ECjpR93zorW6rSw0rOlRkuh8z6aqBTnEstBpj25YqFRxQ-YWg6O5hhTMUrq6gCelDeN3XjKvfllsRdjLq50z8Ko/s400/sc0003511601.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359304414794733858" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVjjUVJydLTqMwkDx9iAQxoz9n-iC_bRqfp-7PjJNlVIsh-0dyFqoJzQ0lkoUQzLdRL08hm3WuB1ILiy8kWB7Lo4-AdF_E1KOI97S-p45x2k5__Jn5zZs0VQen5Pi5d7PUjnMXCYSolbc/s1600-h/sc00035116.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 274px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVjjUVJydLTqMwkDx9iAQxoz9n-iC_bRqfp-7PjJNlVIsh-0dyFqoJzQ0lkoUQzLdRL08hm3WuB1ILiy8kWB7Lo4-AdF_E1KOI97S-p45x2k5__Jn5zZs0VQen5Pi5d7PUjnMXCYSolbc/s400/sc00035116.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359304250081497202" /></a></div>Richard S Hixsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01952343422978825403noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5624086876849445025.post-36619432396453431272009-07-16T21:40:00.000-07:002009-07-18T14:02:38.179-07:00Memories of a Christmas and one of mom's projectsMemories include a Christmas tree out on the enclosed porch, with an amazing amount of icicles hanging down, each one perfectly straight.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKOIkD06pj-bnOgsW6CYVYnVQWzckj-F_tusAhVzlWz-hf2HQg5OSSxhADyeFu8YqOv1_QDwl2XTLIz4RVdTIS-BUN4X_cfX8aqh2_CGn4iBV-9yUKQ_RDgC-tVWbHqsGcCYIYEIBuO9c/s1600-h/Christmas+1946.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 283px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKOIkD06pj-bnOgsW6CYVYnVQWzckj-F_tusAhVzlWz-hf2HQg5OSSxhADyeFu8YqOv1_QDwl2XTLIz4RVdTIS-BUN4X_cfX8aqh2_CGn4iBV-9yUKQ_RDgC-tVWbHqsGcCYIYEIBuO9c/s400/Christmas+1946.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359296151500127538" /></a>Mother always made things fun and better for us kids. We had a lot of fun helping her make a picnic-playground area in the back of our house.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbI6YrPppBJEgZAEg4xr0oUR-FHPYwp3b6iouxgFa5Y6Nihec817iWa7Emn1b9iPgE_0I_J6YXf793g3RPnwhEMTVAVFoGqP9Lsq-GSdoIgIYIrTBSXCtB1NJt7zuAwjlJ1BFS_B3-Tw8/s1600-h/sc0003511603.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 263px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbI6YrPppBJEgZAEg4xr0oUR-FHPYwp3b6iouxgFa5Y6Nihec817iWa7Emn1b9iPgE_0I_J6YXf793g3RPnwhEMTVAVFoGqP9Lsq-GSdoIgIYIrTBSXCtB1NJt7zuAwjlJ1BFS_B3-Tw8/s400/sc0003511603.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359295983809730338" /></a><br /><div><br /></div>Richard S Hixsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01952343422978825403noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5624086876849445025.post-6425378703423348922009-07-16T21:34:00.000-07:002009-07-18T16:30:38.806-07:00A 1952 Birthday Party!This was Bob's 5th birthday party. We were living in the old 'Matthews' Home at the Grace Plant. (From left to right is: ?, Richard, Bob, Judy, Butch Bell, Joan, and Anel Gardner).<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-lhFKRwXEHEu5Zsv-xWHdcCXKx2gWz6qOJkzLrID4eS5y7dc7UeR3t-6_8A3G13M2R2YmYi32pqAXd6M85z8UliQuGS-aAeW-G3IkFJJp_V71uuezK6H60_5bYyuhQ8A84ZcbNeYeCN8/s1600-h/sc00c5eb37.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 315px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-lhFKRwXEHEu5Zsv-xWHdcCXKx2gWz6qOJkzLrID4eS5y7dc7UeR3t-6_8A3G13M2R2YmYi32pqAXd6M85z8UliQuGS-aAeW-G3IkFJJp_V71uuezK6H60_5bYyuhQ8A84ZcbNeYeCN8/s400/sc00c5eb37.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359283182364204930" /></a>Richard S Hixsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01952343422978825403noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5624086876849445025.post-78548763914603144292009-07-15T21:08:00.000-07:002009-07-18T13:39:53.252-07:00The Early Years<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgbkk9weOVTI2GvkouK5SOBoGXTk9XPTnh_asJ0dcMr7cF2UGGm7UGXan1Y5dyF4UktoY7z_qvzjEJgRlMWPD31nDa3QgPvy_MsarwcqO43_lkqVGS9ePCCXGnqSGAmfBL_gaYVvqH8PA/s1600-h/sc00c5bc37.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 311px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgbkk9weOVTI2GvkouK5SOBoGXTk9XPTnh_asJ0dcMr7cF2UGGm7UGXan1Y5dyF4UktoY7z_qvzjEJgRlMWPD31nDa3QgPvy_MsarwcqO43_lkqVGS9ePCCXGnqSGAmfBL_gaYVvqH8PA/s400/sc00c5bc37.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358906128324384914" /></a>Richard S Hixsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01952343422978825403noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5624086876849445025.post-57626958317180518692009-07-12T17:43:00.000-07:002009-07-18T13:20:28.710-07:00The Story of my People - Leola Grace Scott Ferris<!--StartFragment--> <p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:-webkit-xxx-large;"><b> <!--StartFragment--> </b></span></p><b><p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"><span style="font-size:14.0pt;"><b>LEOLA GRACE SCOTT FERRIS<o:p></o:p></b></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"><span style="font-size:14.0pt;"><b>The Story of My Life and My People<o:p></o:p></b></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"><span style="font-size:14.0pt;"><b> <o:p></o:p></b></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"><span style="font-size:14.0pt;"><b> <o:p></o:p></b></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"><span style="font-size:11.0pt;"><b>Dictated by Grace Leola Scott Ferris<o:p></o:p></b></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"><span style="font-size:11.0pt;"><b>Spring of 1966<o:p></o:p></b></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" align="right" style="text-align:right"><span style="font-size:14.0pt;"><b> <o:p></o:p></b></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" align="right" style="text-align:right"><span style="font-size:14.0pt;"><b> <o:p></o:p></b></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal">My parents were George Lawson Scott and Josephine Streeper Grow.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>They lived on Highland Drive, beyond 33<sup>rd</sup> South, on the opposite side of Wasatch Memorial Cemetery, in south Salt Lake City, Utah.<o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"> <o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">My father had a blacksmith shop near the home and he worked there a number of years for himself.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>Then he went to work for Germania Smelter in Murray; he drove back and forth to work.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>He was a heavy-set man with a very pleasant disposition and was kind.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>All of the children loved father and he was well liked by friends and neighbors.<o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"> <o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">Dad was “leaded” and had to quit the smelter.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>He sold the home and we moved on the north side of the cemetery.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>He had a blacksmith shop there until 1903.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>Dad died of pneumonia 3 January 1903.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>He was buried in the Elysian Garden in Salt Lake County.<o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"> <o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">My parents always attended church at the old Millcreek Ward about 39<sup>th</sup> South and 6<sup>th</sup> East.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>Dad was secretary of the Elders’ Quorum for years. He would take his books with him, and attend quorum meeting on his way home from work.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>Father always honored his priesthood.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>On different occasions we were administered to in times of sickness.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>When the ward teachers came to our home, father would say, “The house is in your hands.”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>We would have a song, and have prayer (we would stand up and pray).<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>The teachers would give their message, and then they would ask each of us to bear our testimony each time they came to our home.<o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"> <o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">Our home was always a happy place.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>Father was strict in his training, but he was never mean to his family.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>Father loved to whistle.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>He sang one song about a little pig that I shall always remember.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>Mother read to us many times at bedtime.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>Mother never took an active part in church affairs until after father died.<o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"> <o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"> <o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">My brothers and sisters were as follows:<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>1) George Grow, born 28 April 1871, died 2 November 1931; 2) John Lawson, born 26 March 1873, died 29 December 1924; 3) William Douglas, born 8 March 1875, died January 1879; 4) Josephine, born 14 October 1877, died 19 June 1913; 5) Earnest Easton (“Ern”), born 14 November 1880, died 27 April 1948; 6) Leola Grace(?) (myself), born 19 January 1885, <i>died 19 October 1972</i><span style="font-style:normal">; 7) Albert Adis, born 19 December 1888, died 12 March 1966;<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>8) Rulon Stephen, born 12 October 1892, died 2 October 1933.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"> <o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">We can’t find any records about my brother William.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>Mother said he was buried in the South Cottonwood, now the Murray Cemetery.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>We should check in the city recorder’s office in Murray on this.<o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"> <o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">My father’s parents were Ellen Easton and John Scott.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>Grandfather Scott came from Northumberland in Great Britain.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>He worked in the coalmines in Philadelphia.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>He was killed in a mine accident there, and his widow and one child came west.<o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"> <o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">My grandmother came with the Captain John Smith ox train.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>She later married William Douglas who was a blacksmith.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>My father learned the trade from him.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>Mother was seventeen when she was married.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>(This grandmother is Ann Elliott Veach).<o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"> <o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">My mother’s father was Henry Grow, Jr., who was born 1 October 1817.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>He was the youngest of seven children, five daughters and two sons.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>His grandfather emigrated from Germany to Pennsylvania before the American Revolution.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>This man, George Frederick Grow, fought in the Revolutionary War.<o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"> <o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">According to Edward W. Tullidge in his book <u>The History of Salt Lake City and Its Founders</u>, published 9 September 1889, the first convert of our family to the Church was Henry Grow, Junior.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>William Morton baptized him in the Delaware River, near Philadelphia, in May 1842.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>He emigrated to Nauvoo in March 1843.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span><o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"> <o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">(A book has been written called <u>Tabernacle in the Desert</u> by a professor of Brigham Young University, Spencer Grow, a grandson of Henry Grow, Jr.).<o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"> <o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">Grandpa Grow’s only living son is Pernell Grow, living in Sandy Utah (1966).<o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><b>Henry Grow, Jr</b><span style="font-weight:normal">.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>This man was a bridge builder.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>I believe the following story about him is true.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>Brigham Young asked Henry Grow if he could plan a building to hold a certain number of people, which would resemble an umbrella in shape.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>He drew up plans for the Salt lake tabernacle.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>A man called Folsom claims he was the architect of the Tabernacle, but this is not true.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>It was built after the Remington style of bridge building, and Henry Grow, Jr., was the designer.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"> <o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">Henry Grow’s first wife was Mary Moyer; they had eight children.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>His second wife was a Mrs. Nancy Ann Elliott Veach.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>His Third wife was one of his own stepchildren, Julia Veach.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>They had fourteen children.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>“Aunt Julie” had a great sense of humor.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>She dressed very neatly.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>Her husband, Henry Grow, served time in the penitentiary during polygamy days for having marred another wife, Sara Rawlins.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>They didn’t have any children.<o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"> <o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">We hold a Grow reunion.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>It has been held for the past four or five years.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>Richard Grow, a great-grandson, is the president now.<o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"> <o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><b>Genealogy</b><span style="font-weight:normal">.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>My mother was very interested in genealogy.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>One of my aunts, Nellie Grow Forman (deceased) did some work, also.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>We haven’t been a very close family, and I don’t know very much about the family members.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>I don’t know what temple work has been done.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>(Very little research has been done – daughter).<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"> <o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">I remember Grandpa Grow, mother’s father, visiting us when we lived on the hill by the cemetery.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>He walked with a cane.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>I remember talking with him.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>I never saw my mother’s mother, Ellen Easton Scott.<o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"> <o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">My mother was one of the first teachers of the “religion class” in Wilford Ward.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>This was a weekday religious class sponsored by the Church.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>I have a little sewing box or “memory box” which was made by mother’s counselors and teachers of the religion class.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>Their initials are embroidered on the lid.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>The note which is still in the box is signed by the following:<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>A.T. Richens, Irene Saville, Ida Fredrickson, Eviline Horne, Irine Bailey, Edna M. Green, Wilhemine Pedersen, Ansine M. Peterson.<o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"> <o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">Here is a recipe for ‘dandy lion” wine, which I found among my keepsakes; it was a recipe of mother’s which I had written down.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>It might be interesting to you:<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>3 quarts dandy lion flowers, 4 quarts boiling water, 3 lb. sugar, 3 oranges, 3 lemons, put boiling water on flowers; let stand over night, strain, then stir in your sugar; slice your oranges and lemons and mix with the others; let stand fourteen days, then strain into bottles, but do not cork for five weeks.<o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"> <o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">I was taught to wash dishes, mix bread, make cakes and pies, and cook a regular meal.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>I could do this well before I was fourteen years of age.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>When mother had company, I would fix the lunch and then I could go to play.<o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"> <o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">We never could go anywhere until our work was done.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>We had to keep the house “spotless”.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>I used to like to read.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>When mother and dad would go to town with the horse and buggy, I would read until I thought it was nearly time for them to come home and then get busy and do my work.<o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"> <o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">I was never taught to sew.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>Mother sewed for her family and for other people.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>After my first two children were born, mother told me it was about time that I learned to sew.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>I had to learn the hard way—by myself.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>I sewed for my family – trousers and shirts for the boys and coats and dresses for the girls.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>I even made the under clothing from old “union suits”.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>Many time our wages were only about $75.00 per month, and I would have to make the money stretch for all our living expenses.<o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"> <o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">I had chickenpox, whooping cough, measles, and the usual childhood diseases.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>I had terrible, sick headaches during my teen years.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>My health improved after my first child was born.<o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"> <o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">I went to school, called the Old North School, on Highland Drive, near 39<sup>th</sup> South.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>I had to walk to school’ many times we walked home for lunch.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>It was an old-style school with two rooms, and a pot-bellied stove for heating.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>My first teacher was Nellie Cornwall; another was named Jesse Hoopes, and one was E.H. Drummond.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>Our closest neighbors were the Frederick Brown family.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>Their daughters were Ethyl, Florence, May and Rose.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>Ethyl and Florence were my playmates.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>The Budd Murphy family was our friends; they had a son Leslie.<o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"> <o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">I met my future husband while attending grade school.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>We were sweethearts during the last year of school.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>My brother would often tease me and say, Willie carried your books home today!”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>I passed eighth grade and attended L.D.S. Academy.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>William Sherman Ferris, Sr. and I were married 16 November 1904, in the Salt Lake Temple.<o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"> <o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">I had taken out my endowments just after my father’s death.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>My husband had to wait a year to get a recommend, so we could be married in the temple.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>A few months before our marriage, my husband’s mother died, after a serious cold or pneumonia.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>Will’s mother hadn’t wanted any thing to do with the Mormons.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>His father was a real “Gentile”.<o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"> <o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">My husband’s father was Franklin Samuel Ferris, born 12 January 1835, in Washtenaw County, Michigan; married 11 May 1874; died 21 January 1916, Salt Lake City, Utah.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>His mother was Celestia Dockstader, born 8 May 1858 in American Fork, Utah County, Utah, died 28 April 1904.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>His mother was a member of the L.D.S. Church but became inactive after her marriage.<o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"> <o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">William Sherman’s brothers and sister included:<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>1) Bertha Sevira, born 31 January 1875 in Cedar Fort, Utah, died 14 August 1879; and the following born in Salt Lake City:<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>2) George Franklin, born 30 January 1880, died 18 May 1898; 3) Cyrus, born 26 December 1881, died same date; 4) Herbert and 5) Hubert (twins) born 23 September 1883; Herbert died the same day, and Hubert died 20 October 1883; 6) William Sherman (my husband) born 4 January 1885; 7) Winfield, born 23 May 1887 (married Alberta Barton), died 29 September 1933;<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>8) Ella Charlotte, born 21 April 1893 (married George Raymond Fox), died 23 May 1957.<o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"> <o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">My mother was a widow, and we stayed with her a while after our marriage.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>Before Josephine, was born, we moved to Waterloo Ward where we lived about a year.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>Our first child, Josephine, was born 8 November 1905.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>Then we moved to Sugarhouse, where we lived on 11<sup>th</sup> East.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>Josephine was blessed in Wilford Ward.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>(Old Millcreek ward was divided into Wilford and Winder Wards).<o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"> <o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">My husband and I moved next to Emerson Ward in 1907 for about a year, and then back to Sugarhouse ward.<o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"> <o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">Our second daughter was born in mother’s home in Wilford Ward; she was named Grace, and was born 2 October 1907.<o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"> <o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">Our third child, William Sherman jr., was also born in mother’s home on February 19, 1910.<o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"> <o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">We moved to Sugarhouse into our own home behind the Sugarhouse Planning Mill (back of the present post office).<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>We then moved to a home behind the old Sugarhouse Church (later Irving School was built here).<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>George was born 1 April 1912, and Ellen was Born 22 November 1913 in this home.<o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"> <o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">My sister, Josephine Scott Brighton, lived near us.<o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"> <o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">Next, we moved back out to mother’s place for a few months.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>When Ellen was eight months old, we left for Blackfoot, Idaho.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>We were to stay with my brother “Ern” on the farm.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>We were there almost a year when Ern and his family moved out.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>My husband worked for the Idaho Sugar Company, and then for the telephone company.<o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"> <o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">My brother had moved to Wapello Ward (north of Blackfoot).<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>We moved out there.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>My husband was away from home a great deal at this time.<o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"> <o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">On October 3, 1916, our daughter Jessie was born.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>We had sent for mother.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>Will applied for a job at the Railroad.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>He met mother on the train, and they rode home together.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>Jessie was born before they arrived.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>I had a doctor from Blackfoot.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>Jessie was born in Wapello.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>This is a rural route north of Blackfoot.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>The doctor put Blackfoot on the birth certificate, which read “female child” and is now corrected so she has her name.<o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"> <o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">My husband got a job at Montpelier.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>I wanted to go up there to live, but “Will said we couldn’t find a place to live.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>Then, one of the councilmen of the town let us live in his home until we could find another place.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>We were very poor; we didn’t have money to pay rent.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>The store manager there was bishop of the ward.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>We signed over our first check in order to get groceries.<o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"> <o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">The next year there was a railroad car of peaches condemned, and I got five bushels of peaches.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>I was busy bottling them when the Primary President came and asked me to work in the Primary.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>I accepted rather reluctantly.<o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"> <o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">In 1919 we had the severe flu that was going around.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>I was never quite the same in health after that.<o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"> <o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">We had lots of friends, and attended church regularly.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>We were happy there.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>We lived in Montpelier six years, living in a different house each year.<o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"> <o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">We moved to Nampa next.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>I went to Relief Society often and helped quilt.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>I worked in the Primary.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>After awhile I was asked to be President of the Boise Stake Primary.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>I acted in this capacity for about a year and a half.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>I enjoyed the work and was learning a lot.<o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"> <o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">We moved to Salt Lake in 1924.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>We rented a home on 3rd East and returned to Nampa in 1929, staying until 1931, when we returned to Salt Lake City.<o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">We bought a place on 5<sup>th</sup> East between 1<sup>st</sup> and 2<sup>nd</sup> South.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>Jobs were scarce.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>We went to the Welfare to get a sack of flour.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>They asked so many questions that my husband became angry and walked out without the flour.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>We managed somehow.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>Josephine and her two children came to rent and board with us.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>They rented upstairs.<o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"> <o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">Will got a job with the State Road Commission.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>Later, we sold our home and moved to 33<sup>rd</sup> South and 8<sup>th</sup> West and bought a home.<o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"> <o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">I was so disappointed about leaving Nampa that I didn’t go to church for a year.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>We moved back to 8<sup>th</sup> East and 17<sup>th</sup> South in Richard Ward.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>I started going to Relief Society where I helped with the quilts all the time I was there.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span><o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"> <o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">I worked in the Whittier Ward Primary on 3<sup>rd</sup> East and Harrison Avenue for many years.<o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"> <o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">In 1942 we moved to Cudahy Lane and Highway 91.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>Later we bought a place on Orchard Drive, south of the Val Verda Arch, where we lived for several years.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>Next, we lived in Hillside Garden, where we owned a home.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>We have only rented twice in our life.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>My husband would buy a home and fix it up, and then sell it.<o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"> <o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">In 1952 we moved to our present home at 1577 South 2nd West, Bountiful, Utah.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>Will was away from home most of the time, and I had the orchard work to do.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>We had three and half acres of orchard on Sycamore Lane to care for.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>Our son George bought the orchard on Highway 91.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>We lived in the home on the property while building a new home.<o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"> <o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">We never stayed long enough in one place for me to make really close friends.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>I always stayed home with my family while they were growing up.<o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"> <o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">Grace Porter was my friend and neighbor after we moved on 2<sup>nd</sup> West.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>I have been active in Relief Society since living here.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>Mrs. Clair (Cleo) Breinholt was my friend when we lived at Hillside Gardens.<o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"> <o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">In 1943-48 I was a cook at the South Bountiful Elementary School for one hundred sixty-five students.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>I worked for five or six years.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>I was sorry I quit this job.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>My doctor told me that my blood pressure was too high and I shouldn’t keep working.<o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"> <o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">For the first couple of years, we had quite a struggle to keep the lunch program going.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>We had voluntary help for the first while.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>My helpers were Mrs. Don Beazer, Mrs. Phillip Schmidt, and Alice Winters.<o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"> <o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><b>More about our children – in order of their ages<o:p></o:p></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal"> <o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><u>Josephine</u> has written the following about herself.<o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"> <o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">“The records state that I was born at 1910 South 4<sup>th</sup> East, Waterloo Precinct, on November 8, 1905, in Salt Lake City, Utah.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>I understand that I was a chubby crybaby.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>I had an eventful life, moving about from place to place, changing schools, friends, interests and scenery.<o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"> <o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">“First I remember grandma’s place.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>Seems we stayed there off and on lots of times.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>I remember my first Santa Claus; that was the night now stands.<o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"> <o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">“ I remember a birthday party for Grace.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>Papa bought some cookies, and we pulled taffy.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>It got stuck to our fingers.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>We dipped our hands <span style="mso-tab-count:1"> </span>in the ditch that ran in front of the house; then we were really ‘stuck up’.<o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"> <o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">“When the family moved to Blackfoot, I stayed with grandma for awhile.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>Then grandma and I came up there to Uncle Ern’s place where you were living.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>Once, when we were walking home from school, a <span style="mso-tab-count:1"> </span>rainstorm came up and Grace and I got ‘bloody red’, because our dresses faded.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>We were an awful sight!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>This was in Wapello.<o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"> <o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">“On the 3<sup>rd</sup> of October 1916, Jessie was born.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>That same day Grace was baptized in the icy cold water of the canal.<o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"> <o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">“Next, we moved to Montpelier, where we lived for six years.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>We lived in Nampa for a couple of years, and then returned to Salt Lake.<o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"> <o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">“I married Richard W. Kirkham on 6 October 1926.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>We had two children:<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>Richard Ferris Kirkham, born 25 September 1929, in Salt Lake City, Utah, and Leola Kirkham, born 17 November 1927, in Salt Lake City, Utah.<o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"> <o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">“My divorce was final in July 1932, cancellation of temple marriage August, 1932.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>Leola married John Mervin Dennis, and has three <span style="mso-tab-count:1"> </span>children.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>Ferris married Bonnie Mae Dykman, and they have two children.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>He is president of the L.D.S. Business College.<o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"> <o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">“After my children were on their own, I went to vocation school, graduating as a Licensed Practical Nurse.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>During the next five years I worked, saved, and attended Weber College.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>I obtained my Registered Nurse License in Utah, specializing in premature baby care.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>Since then, I have lived, spent, both wisely and foolishly, cared for my own needs and paid for my home.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>It isn’t a mansion, but its ‘home’, free of debt.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>It keeps me warm, comfortable, and dry.<o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"> <o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">“Hospitals I have worked in:<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>Bingham Hospital, Bingham, Utah; L.D.S. Hospital, Salt Lake General, Holy Cross, St. Marks, all in Salt <span style="mso-tab-count:1"> </span>Lake City, Utah; Dee Hospital, Ogden, Utah; Casia Memorial, Burley, Idaho; Presbyterian, New York.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>It is now 1966 and I’m not yet able to finish up my nursing career school education.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>In 1968 I retired and am a foster mother for the L.D.S. Church Adoption Center.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>I care for all newborns waiting to be adopted.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>I mean the sick, handicapped, <span style="mso-tab-count:1"> </span>and legally questioned cases.”<o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"> <o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">Josephine’s daughter Leola was about three years old when she separated from her husband.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>Her son, Richard Ferris, was only about a year old.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>I cared for her children until their mother went to work in Salt Lake City.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>She had them cared for in the Neighborhood House for some 7 years time.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>Whenever they were ill, I went and brought them to my home and cared for them.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>Josephine lived on Lake Street.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>When I would come there, Leola would say, “Mother, here comes Mamma”.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>They have always seemed sort of special to me, since I cared for them when they were young.<o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"> <o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><u>Grace.</u><span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>Josephine included something about Grace in her story.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>After she graduated from High School, our daughter Grace went down to California to stay with her brother Sherman.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>She got a job working for some Jewish people.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>Later, she met and married a Portuguese fellow named Joseph Costa who was a member of the Catholic Church.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>They have two children, Franklin and Joseph.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>They live in Manhattan Beach, California.<o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"> <o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><u>Sherman </u>was always a serious-minded boy.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>He wasn’t interested in athletics, but was good in scout work.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>Sherman was always a religious boy.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>He liked to think for himself and make his own decisions.<o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"> <o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">A couple of time he tried to ‘run away’ from home.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>In his seventeenth year he had a paper route.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>One day I found a note on the piano, which read, “I won’t be home tonight.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>I’m going away and ___ is to deliver the papers”.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>We didn’t see him for two weeks.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>I thought he might have gone to Brighton to visit an Uncle.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>I asked the Salt Lake Police Officers to check for him.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>Sherman was at his Uncle’s place all right.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>His uncle always resented that we had sent the officers up there.<o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"> <o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">The first time he ran away, he went to Montpelier, Idaho.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>He was a boot black earning his own way and staying with a friend.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>We brought him home.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>Josephine recalls that Sherman tipped the cupboard full of dishes over on top of himself one day.<o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"> <o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">At one time we gave George and Sherman each $5.00 and a box of food and sent them on a pass to Yellowstone Park.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>When George became broke and hungry, he came home.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>Sherman went to work on a ranch and stayed there for the summer.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>He came home to go to school.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>Before long, he asked his father to let him go to Los Angeles, California and learn to be a machinist.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>We had saved some money.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>In Los Angeles, he got a job at the railroad, and then learned the undertaking business on the side.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>He later asked his dad to get him a leave of absence from the railroad.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>He stayed with the undertaker and his family and learned that business.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>He learned all the skills of the mortician’s work. <o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"> <o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">He got a job working for several years.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>The army turned him down so he went to Vallejo and went to work in a machinist’s shop.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>Next he went in the pest control business.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>Later, Sherman went to Medford, Oregon where he bought forty acres of ground and built a memorial park.<o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"> <o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">He married Pearl Florence Cubberly from Los Angeles.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>They have five children:<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>Audrey, Katherine (Kay), Sharon, Claire, and Paul.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>Sherman has been on the stake high council for a number of years.<o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"> <o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">When <u>George</u> was born on April 1, 1912, I had planned to name him Paul.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>My sister, Josephine, had a son that same day.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>She had him blessed and given the name of Paul, just before he died, a few hours after birth.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>George had a really severe case of smallpox.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>He was broken out everywhere on his body, even between his fingers.<o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"> <o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">George joined the National Guard.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>Later he bought his way out.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>He joined the Air Force and was sent to the Philippines.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>When he returned he was sent from state to state for training and service.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>He spent twenty years in the service of our country.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>He lives in Sacramento, California, where he works at an air force base.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>He was married to Jeanne Catherine Crawford on 29 April 1945.<o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><u>Ellen</u> was always a good student.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>She enjoyed many sports.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>Once, she broke her ankle while hurdling.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>She enjoyed dancing, all kinds of ballgames, and skating.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>She won a coral necklace for dancing.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>Her partner told her that he liked to go with Mormon girls, but he would never marry one.<o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"> <o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">Ellen worked in the Z.C.M.I. clothing factory after graduation from high school.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>She went to California and stayed with Sherman and his wife and worked in an overall factory.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>She saved her money and returned and went to Beauty College in Salt Lake City.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>After completion of the course, she worked in the Z.C.M.I. beauty salon.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>She continued her beauty work after her marriage to Sterling King Hixson from Salt Lake City on 21 September 1937.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>She has worked part-time while rearing her family and then began full time work.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>The Hixson’s live in Bountiful where he works for Utah Power and Light Company.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>They have four children:<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>Richard S., Judy, Robert, and Joan.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>Richard served a mission to Holland, also enlisted and served in the National Guard.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>Judy graduated from high school and beauty school and works in the Paris salon.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>Joan is in high school.<o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"> <o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">Our daughter <u>Jessie</u> fell out of a swing when she was about 7 years old.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>She made a swing out of some twine and fastened it on a limb of a tree.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>Then she climbed on a chair to get to the swing.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>It broke and she fell to the ground.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>Her back was hurt quite badly.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>Two or three months later, she began having headaches.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>She would have spells similar to an epileptic after this.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>When she was about fourteen years of age, we took her to Mayo Clinic.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>They told us they could do nothing for her.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>We were there about two weeks.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>We paid them part of what we owed.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>When the clinic sent us a bill, we told them we would start paying them as soon as we got the funeral expenses paid.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>They sent back a bill marked ‘paid in full’.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>I thought that was very generous of them.<o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"> <o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">After we returned from Mayo Clinic, we had to consider putting Jessie in the State Hospital at Provo.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>Our doctor advised us to send her down there, and we finally decided to do so.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>That was one of the saddest days of my life, when I had to leave her there and go home without her.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>She died the 29<sup>th</sup> of November 1931, at fifteen years of age.<o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"> <o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">I have had some experiences in my life, which greatly strengthened my testimony.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>My mother had a trunk, which she kept locked, and when I was quite young, I was supposed to take care of the key and put it away.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>One day, I couldn’t find it.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>Mother scolded me about losing the key.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>I prayed very sincerely that I would find it.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>After awhile, I walked into the dining room, and the key was lying on the table.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>I’m quite sure I didn’t leave it there.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>I have always felt that my Heavenly Father had something to do with that.<o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"> <o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">It was necessary for my husband to work on Sundays for many years. Consequently, he has not been as active as he might have been.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>This has caused me a good deal of concern; however, he is a good, honest, upright man, and a kind husband and good father.<o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"> <o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">My mother and father always believed in paying their tithing.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>Mother always said that it was the tithing we paid that gave us blessing so we always had enough to eat and to wear, even though we had very little money.<o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"> <o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">I have a strong feeling about the Church.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>I don’t care to hear anyone criticize the Church or the authorities.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>I know the gospel is true.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>I wish that everybody had that same feeling.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>I just <i>feel</i><span style="font-style:normal"> that it is.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>I know the Lord blesses us when we strive to follow His commandments and live as we should.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>May our kind Heavenly Father bless each and every one of you in your righteous endeavors is my prayer.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"> <o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><i>(Re-typed for digitizing by Richard S. Hixson, April 2006.)<o:p></o:p></i></p> <!--EndFragment--> </b><p></p> <!--EndFragment-->Richard S Hixsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01952343422978825403noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5624086876849445025.post-61810671575076889572009-07-12T17:40:00.000-07:002009-07-18T13:38:41.525-07:00Grow Family History<!--StartFragment--> <p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"><span style="font-size:14.0pt;"><b>GROW FAMILY HISTORY<o:p></o:p></b></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center">The name “Grow” is very prominent in the history of the West.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>Our records show that the first known Grow was born in Germany.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>Frederick was his name.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>The year of his birth is not known.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>After he was married and had some children, he came to America, sometime before the Revolution.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>One of his sons, Henry Grow Sr., was born in the year of 1780.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>His wife was Mary Riter and she was born in 1785 but we don’t know where.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>The following report was taken from a book written by Edward W. Tullidge entitled “The History of Salt Lake City and its founders”.</p> <p class="MsoNormal"> Henry Grow, the superintendent of the Temple Block was born October 1, 1817 at Norristown Philadelphia, Pennsylvania.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>His father’s name was Henry Grow and his mother’s name was Mary Riter.</p> <p class="MsoNormal"> His grandfather came from Germany and took up a large tract of land and made it into five farms of sixty acres each and divided them among his four sons and one daughter.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>The estate still remains in the family.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>His grandfather fought in the Revolution.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>The British army camped within a mile of his farmhouse.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>Henry was the youngest of 7 children.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>Henry served his apprenticeship as a carpenter and jointer in his native sate, after which he superintended all the bridges, culverts etc. on the Norristown and Germantown railroads both in constructing and repairing.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>He worked under the direction of George G. Whitmore an ex mayor of Philadelphia.</p> <p class="MsoNormal"> Henry was baptized in the Delaware River, Philadelphia, in May 1842 by William Morton.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>He immigrated to Nauvoo in March of 1843, arriving May 15<sup>th</sup>.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>His first work at that place was in building a barn for Patriarch Hyrum Smith.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>He also worked on the Nauvoo Temple until it was completed.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>He passed through all the trials of those days and was one of the members of the Nauvoo Legion.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>He remained with others in Nauvoo after the departure of the Twelve with the advance companies of the Saints for the Rocky Mountains.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">It had been agreed that the Mormons were to be given ample time to leave Illinois, but before the vanguard of the Pioneers left on their journey west, the anti Mormons began to rise and the mob performed outrages on the remaining Saints.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>The mob marched on the doomed city on the 19<sup>th</sup> of September 1864, and what was to be known as the Farmers Battle began and lasted three days.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>Henry Grow fought in this battle.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>The mob had 2000 well-armed men with 13 pieces of artillery camped in front of his house about a block distant.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>The first night they were camped there, while lying in his bed, he heard a voice distinctly say, “Get up and get out of here in the morning”.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>He arose, hitched a yoke of cattle to his wagon, put in utensils, bedding, and tent, leaving every other thing he owned in the house.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>He got his wife and three children into the wagon and had moved about fifty yards from the house when the mob fired a ball into the house, which was of frame structure.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>He crossed over the river to Montrose, Iowa.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>His family lived in the tent while he went back and fought the mob throughout the battle.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>From here he traveled across the prairies to Winter Quarters, where they arrived late in the month of October 1846.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>Here he built a log cabin and then went to Kimballs, six miles above, where he built himself a house and settled for the year.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>In the fall of 1847, after the departure of the Pioneer Companies, he moved with his family down into Missouri on the Little Platte, twenty miles above Weston, where many of the old mobocrats lived.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>While there, he kept the saw and grist mill in repair and did other carpenter work for two years for Co. Estel, who later sold out to Holladay and Warner, Merchants well known in the early history of Salt Lake City.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>Mr. Grow worked for Holladay and Warner till the spring of 1851.</p> <p class="MsoNormal"> He and his family then again came up to the Missouri River, bound for the valleys of the mountains.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>He was organized in Captain James Cummings hundred, in Alfred Gordens fifty and Bishop Keslers ten.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>Orson Pratt commanded the other fifty.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>The Mormons still traveled across the plains at this date in the old Pioneer plan of organization of hundreds, fifties and tens.</p> <p class="MsoNormal"> On account of high water, the companies headed the Horn River and came on to the Platte below Laramie on the Sweetwater below Independence Rock.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>The company was surrounded by war parties of Cheyenne’s.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>Keslers ten got separated from the other tens, but they succeeded in sending a message to Captain Gordon who was camped with the remainder of his fifty at Independence Rock and he sent relief and they went up and camped with their company. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>Next day they met a thousand Snake Warriors waiting for the Cheyenne’s.</p> <p class="MsoNormal"> Henry Grow arrived in Salt Lake City on his birthday, October 1, 1851.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>He immediately went to work and worked for a year on the Public Works under Miles Romney, the first superintendent of the carpenter shop.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>In the winter of 1851, he worked on the old Tabernacle, which occupied the spot where the Assembly Hall now stands, and he worked also on building the Social Hall, the weather being mild that winter.</p> <p class="MsoNormal"> In 1853 he built the first suspension bridge in Utah across the Ogden River for Jonathan Browning.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>In 1854 he went to work at Sugarhouse to build the sugar works under the direction of Bishop Kesler, and in 1855, he worked in the building of the two saw mills in Big Cottonwood known as A and B.</p> <p class="MsoNormal"> In 1856 he moved a saw mill from Chases Mill in the big field up City Creek seven miles for President Young, and the same fall he went up to Big Cottonwood again and farmed and put up Mill D, sawed some logs and left on the 17<sup>th</sup> of December in company with five other men on seven foot of snow on snow shoes.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>It took them two days to get through the snow.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>It was a very dangerous trip and they had many narrow escapes on the trip.</p> <p class="MsoNormal"> In 1857 he went up and built Mill E at the head of the canyon near Silver Lake.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>In 1858 he went to Provo and put up all the temporary buildings of the “Nove” and he also built the suspension bridge over the Provo River.</p> <p class="MsoNormal"> In 1859 he tore the works out of the old gristmill at the mouth of Canyon Creek and placed the cotton and woolen machinery in its place.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>This was not used much and later it was taken to St. George, Utah, and used there where the growing of cotton was more successful.</p> <p class="MsoNormal"> In 1861 he built suspension bridges across the Weber and Jordan Rivers.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>These bridges were still in use after 35 or 40 years.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>When he built the Old Salt Lake Theater, he put up a water wheel on the water ditch to enable the working men to hoist heavy beams and principal rafters out of planks for the works and fitted up the footlights.</p> <p class="MsoNormal"> In 1863 and 1864 he did a great deal of millwork at the request of President Young at different places and in 1865 President Young called on him in regard to the construction of the big Tabernacle.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>He designed the shape, planned, framed, and put it up, and finished this Tabernacle on the fall of 1867.</p> <p class="MsoNormal"> In 1868 President Young called on him to build the Z.C.M.I. building.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>The plans were drawn by Obed Taylor and superintended by Grow throughout.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>From that time on until the spring of 1876, he had charge of the carpenter shop and work on the Temple Block.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>At this time he was called on to build the warehouse to the Z.C.M.I. building.</p> <p class="MsoNormal"> At the October Conference in 1876, he was called on a mission to preside over the Pennsylvania, Delaware and Maryland Conferences.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>He left Salt Lake City on the first day of November 1876, and during his mission he visited all his relatives and the old homestead.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">He left Pennsylvania for Salt Lake City on June 12, 1877, and on his return he was immediately engaged to tear down the old tabernacle and build the Assembly Hall, superintending the practical work under architect Obed Taylor.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>It was completed in the fall of 1878.</p> <p class="MsoNormal"> Since that time, Mr. Grow has built two brick houses for President Taylor and superintended all the carpentry of the Church, including the scaffolding and hoisting apparatus for the Temple.</p> <p class="MsoNormal"> In 1880 he was called by President Taylor to go east to look at improvements to paper mills for the purpose of putting up a paper mill at the mouth of Big Cottonwood.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>Mr. Grow traveled through Chicago, Illinois, Cleveland, Ohio, Buffalo, New Jersey, Springfield, Mass., Albany, Holyoke, Boston, Philadelphia, Pittsburg and other cities to get all the information he could, relative to the building of the paper mill.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>This accomplished, he returned to Salt Lake City and drafted plans and commenced the New Deseret Paper mill at the mouth of Big Cottonwood Canyon.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>It was completed and put in running order in 1883, being the first paper mill in Utah.</p> <p class="MsoNormal"> The foregoing busy record will show how extensively and constantly Henry Grow has been engaged in the building enterprises of Utah, and the making of a state for more than thirty years.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>He was known as a skillful mechanic and an experienced practical builder, who was well liked by all the hands who have worked under his superintending.</p> <p class="MsoNormal"> Among all his works, the roof of the big tabernacle in Salt Lake City, covering the largest hall in America west of the Chicago, is the most stupendous.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>The outside dimensions of the Tabernacle are: Length 250 ft., width 150ft.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>On the inside it measures 232 ft. by 132 feet, Height to ceiling is 65 feet.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>The roof rests on 44 columns averaging 20 feet high and is self supporting.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>The seating capacity is 9000 with standing room for fully 3000 more.</p> <p class="MsoNormal"> The inside measurements of the Assembly Hall is 116 by 64 feet.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>Height of ceiling is 36 feet.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>Gallery is 18 feet wide and extends around the building.</p> <p class="MsoNormal"> He served as city councilman with mayor Daniel H. Wells from 1870 to 1876 and died November 4, 1891, in Salt Lake City, Utah.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">The above report bears witness to the important part that Henry Grow played in the building of the Church here in this area.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>He had five wives, and of the children born to his third wife, my grandmother was one.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>Her name was Josephine Streeper Grow.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>She was born November 15, 1852, in Salt Lake City, Utah.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>The house she was born in was located where the Salt Lake Hardware now stands at North Temple and 3<sup>rd</sup> West.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>She lived her whole life in Salt Lake and attended the pioneer schools.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>Through her childhood she was happy and had a good life although her parents were very strict.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>The children all got along well with one another and it has been said that it was hard to tell which child belonged to which mother.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>The children were never allowed to read anything other than Church literature.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>My grandmother was like the average child and would read novels on nights in her room when the moon was full.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>Her father wanted her to marry a man in polygamy, but she refused and married a very fine man by the name of George Lawson Scott on May 17, 1870, in the Old Endowment House in Salt Lake City, Utah.</p> <p class="MsoNormal"> Of this marriage 6 sons and 2 daughters were born.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>My mother was named Grace Leola Scott, and she was born on January 19, 1885, in Salt Lake City, Utah.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>The house she was born in still stands.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>It was made from the clay they had in their own yard.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>It has been remodeled and some of the shrubs are still growing in the yard that were planted when mother was a little girl.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>My mother was active in the Wilford Ward and attended the old North School on Highland Drive.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>They always had family prayer and had many good times such as sleigh riding during the winter.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>One of their neighbors by the name of Leslie Murphy built a sleigh and had a donkey that pulled them around.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>Mother was baptized in a creek close by her house.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>All the children in the family had to help around the house.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>She tells of when she used to have to mix bread when she was so little she had to stand on a chair to reach the table.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">The family was well provided for until mother’s father died in 1903.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>From then on things were very hard.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>Grandmother took in sewing to get money for the family.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>She also in later years assembled radio headsets manufactured by the Baldwin Radio Works in East Mill creek.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>She did this in her home and I helped at times when I was young.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Mother had her patriarchal blessing from Edward White of the Wilford Ward.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>Mother’s sister married Dan Brighton, a famous figure in the early 1900’s.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>His grandfather built the famous Brighton resort up in Big Cottonwood Canyon.</p> <p class="MsoNormal"> Mother married my father, William Sherman Ferris on November 16, 1904, in the Salt Lake Temple.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>I have written an account of the major events in their married life and will include more in my own biography.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>At the present time, mother and dad are still living and are enjoying a comfortable life close to where we live in Bountiful.</p> <p class="MsoNormal"> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; ">(Compiled by Ellen Ferris Hixson 1960.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><i>Re-typed for digitizing by Richard S. Hixson, April 2006.)<o:p></o:p></i></p> <!--EndFragment-->Richard S Hixsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01952343422978825403noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5624086876849445025.post-41484963194421634242009-07-12T17:38:00.000-07:002009-07-18T13:36:39.468-07:00Dockstader Family History<!--StartFragment--> <p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"><span style="font-size:14.0pt;"><b>DOCKSTADER FAMILY HISTORY<o:p></o:p></b></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"><span style="font-size:14.0pt;"><b> <o:p></o:p></b></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal">Celistia Dockstader, the wife of Franklin Samuel Ferris was born in American Fork, Utah.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>Her father was George Dockstader and her mother was Lovira M. Dayton.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>At the time of this writing, nothing is known of any Dockstader beyond these two mentioned in this recording.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>We don’t even know when George was born or where.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>The fact that Celistia was born May the 8<sup>th</sup>, 1858 at American Fork, indicates that her father must have come to this area with the early pioneers.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>Research along this family line will have to be started.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>It is interesting, however, to note that the ancestors of Celestia have been traced back to England to the year 1275 on her mother’s side.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>Mrs. Leland Dayton who resides at this time at 2324 South 9<sup>th</sup> East in Salt Lake City has done extensive work on the Dayton line and names have been found 22 generations beyond myself.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>The Dayton name is found around New York as early as 1636 when Ralph Dayton came to America from England.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>His grandfather changed the spelling from “Deighton”.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>It is known that one Deighton was Lord Mayor of York and many were closely connected with royalty.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>Royalty owned some and it tells in the records where they gained a Freeman status during their lives.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>One was a collector of tolls and taxes.</p> <p class="MsoNormal"> It is to be hoped that someone of us can get busy on the Dockstader line and bring something to light.</p> <p class="MsoNormal"> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; ">(Compiled by Ellen Ferris Hixson 1960.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><i>Re-typed for digitizing by Richard S. Hixson, April 2006.)<o:p></o:p></i></p> <!--EndFragment-->Richard S Hixsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01952343422978825403noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5624086876849445025.post-75096696735628264372009-07-12T17:36:00.000-07:002009-07-18T13:35:21.242-07:00Scott Family History<!--StartFragment--> <p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"><span style="font-size:14.0pt;"><b>SCOTT FAMILY HISTORY<o:p></o:p></b></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center">The earliest known Scott at this time was born in England in the year 1728.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>His first name was John.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>No other dates are available and nothing is known about him.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>Among his children was a son by the name of George, who was born in Heartburn, England in the year 1788.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>We don’t know anything about George, but one of his sons by the name of John was born September 24, 1819 in Northumberland, England.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>He married in England and then came to America.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>His wife was Ellen Easten.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>They were married on January 24<sup>th</sup>, 1841.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>They settled in Pennsylvania and he worked in the coalmines.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>He was killed in a mine accident.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>They had 9 or 10 children but all died in infancy except one that was named George Lawson Scott.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>He was about 10 years old when his folks came to America.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>George was born in Ellington, England on September 21, 1848.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>After his father was killed, he and his mother came to Utah with the William Douglas Company.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>Ellen later married William Douglas but had no children by him.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>Ellen died in June of the year 1870, here in Utah.</p> <p class="MsoNormal"> George Lawson Scott married Josephine Steeper Grow on May 17<sup>th</sup>, 1870 in the old Endowment House.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>He was 22 years old and she was 17.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>Her father was Henry Grow, who built the great Tabernacle in Salt Lake.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>He wanted her to marry a man who had several wives in polygamy but she refused to do it.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>She and her husband were very happy and it was a successful marriage.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>They had four children, 3 boys and a girl.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>An epidemic of diphtheria started in the area and the youngest of the four died.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>The family had purchased some pork from a neighbor and they always felt that the family got the disease from this meat.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>The girl became very ill and her mother prayed long and hard for her recovery and her prayers were answered.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"> George Lawson Scott was a blacksmith by trade and had a shop at Murphy’s Lane and Highland Drive.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>In time he sold the shop and worked in the smelters at Murray.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>He was active in the Church and was secretary of his quorum in the Mill Creek Ward.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>While working at the smelters, he got lead poisoning.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>Pneumonia set in and he died on January 3, 1903 in Salt Lake City.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>My mother was born of this marriage on January 19, 1885.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>Her history will be included in the Grow report as well as the report of my own life.</p> <p class="MsoNormal"> </p><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><i>(Compiled by Ellen Ferris Hixson 1960.<o:p></o:p></i></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><i>Re-typed for digitizing by Richard S. Hixson, April 2006.)<o:p></o:p></i></p> <!--EndFragment-->Richard S Hixsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01952343422978825403noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5624086876849445025.post-57841605230402602362009-07-12T17:02:00.000-07:002009-07-18T13:34:08.139-07:00Ferris Family History<div><div><!--StartFragment--> <p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"><span style="font-size:14.0pt;"><b>FERRIS FAMILY HISTORY</b></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"><span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" font-weight: normal; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">The earliest known Ferris that we have any record of was Samuel Ferris, born August11</span><sup><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">th</span></sup><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">,1754,possibly in the northern part of New Your State.</span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">This is assumed because some of themmovedover into Michigan and the decedents seemed to have that belief carried downfrom generationto generation by word of mouth.</span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">There are many families by the name of Ferris in the stateofNew York.</span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Samuel married Phebe Sherman.</span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Phebe was born in 1759 and died in 1840.</span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Abouttwo years after, Samuel died.</span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">The date of his death is listed as December 3,1842.</span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">One of his sons was named after himself and he was born on April 19, 1800 and died April 4</span><sup><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">th</span></sup><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">, 1889 in Eaton Rapids, Michigan.</span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">This Samuel married Sally Spears Newell and it is known that they were homesteaders in Michigan.</span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">My husband and I made a trip through the eastern States in 1952 and found the cemetery where these Ferris’ were buried.</span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">We inquired from many people about the Ferris name.</span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">It is supposed that the Ferris wheel, so common at carnivals, was developed by these Ferris’ as so many of them mentioned it back there.</span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">In fact we ran into one that owned a Ferris wheel and his name was Ferris.</span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">The son of Samuel Ferris Jr. is my grandfather.</span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">His name was Franklin Samuel Ferris.</span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">He was born January 12, 1835 in Michigan and died in Salt Lake City, Utah on January 1</span><sup><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">st</span></sup><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">, 1916 just three years after my birth.</span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">His wife was Celistia Dockstader, born May8</span><sup><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">th</span></sup><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">,1858 at AmericanFork, Utah.</span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">She died in Salt Lake City April 28</span><sup><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">th</span></sup><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">, 1904.</span></span></b></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Franklin came out west while still a young man, not long after the big gold rush in California.</span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">He came by boat.</span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Many people at that time sailed down from the Eastern States to what is now known as the Isthmus of Panama, crossed the Isthmus by land and then sailed up the West coast to California.</span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">At one time he owned and operated a sawmill in northern California.</span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Because of a flood, he was completely washed out and at that time decided to come to Utah.</span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">For some time he worked in the mines at Park City Utah, then sometime later moved to Salt Lake City.</span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">It was there that he met his wife and was married.</span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Their marriage took place in what was known as the “Valley House” which stood on the Southwest corner of West Temple and South Temple streets.</span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">It later became a railroad depot and at the present time it is a large Trans Continental bus depot.</span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Their marriage took place May 11</span><sup><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">th</span></sup><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">, 1874.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"> Franklin at one time helped to build the present City and County Building in Salt Lake City. He and his wife lived in a home that stood on the corner of 5</span><sup><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">th</span></sup><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"> South and State streets.</span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">My father, William Sherman Ferris was born in Salt Lake on January 4</span><sup><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">th</span></sup><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">, 1885.</span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">While the family was living in Salt Lake, my father attended the old St. Marks School that was on First South Street, just east of State Street.</span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">At a later date the family bought a home on 33</span><sup><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">rd</span></sup><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"> South, just east of Highland Drive, which had a good piece of property in connection with it.</span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">They raised all kinds of fruit and had several kinds of farm animals.</span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">My father has told me that they were considered to be well off and didn’t want for anything.</span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">In those days if one had a house and sufficient to eat, they were considered above the average.</span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">My father continued to attend the St. Marks school, even though from their new home he had to walk to 13</span><sup><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">th</span></sup><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"> South, where he was able to ride the street car from there into the city.</span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">At a later date he attended the old “North School” on 39</span><sup><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">th</span></sup><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"> South and Highland Drive.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">The family sold the farm and bought a home on the corner of 27</span><sup><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">th</span></sup><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"> South and Highland.</span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">At the present, a large home stands on that spot.</span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">It is called the Jensen Home.</span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">The Jensen family built it years ago as an investment.</span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">They lived in it and rented it out evenings for parties and weddings.</span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Franklin was not a member of the Latter-day Saints Church but his wife Celestia was.</span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">She wanted her children to have all of the advantages that were available to the children in that day.</span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">She was a very ambitious person.</span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">She saw that my father took dancing and music lessons.</span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">He played the mandolin very well.</span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">His brother George and sister Ella assisted him and they were asked to perform on many programs.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"> My father tells of the time when he was small and had the urge to set fire to a haystack on the farm.</span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">He just wanted to start a small one and to watch it burn for a little while then put it out.</span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">When he got it started and it got to the stage where he should have put it out, he couldn’t control it.</span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">The fire spread until it frightened him and he ran into the house and hid under the bed.</span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">The fire destroyed the whole stack and several of the animals on the farm that were close to it.</span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">My father said he was not severely punished, his own father being a mild tempered man.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"> There were two or three Negro families that lived in the area.</span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Some were members of the LDS Church.</span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">One lady by the name of Nettie James came to their house and did lots of housework for his parents.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Father attended the LDS College at one time and while there, met and married my mother.</span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Dad was baptized and they were married in the Salt Lake Temple on November 16</span><sup><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">th</span></sup><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">, 1904.</span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Mother’s name was Grace Leola Scott.</span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Dad worked for the local streetcar company, the telephone company and the intermountain electric company.</span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">He worked in many departments of these firms and when he left the latter company, he was district manager of the Garfield exchange.</span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">His starting salary was $65.00 a month and when he left he was earning $90.00 a month, which was considered very good then.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"> Dad moved his family to Blackfoot, Idaho.</span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">He decided to take up farming with his brother-in-law, Earnest Scott.</span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">He was mother’s brother.</span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">After that he went to work for the railroad company and lived in several communities in Idaho before settling in Salt Lake City.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"> At the time of this writing, Dad and Mother live close to my family here in Bountiful, Utah.</span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Mother and Dad are in their 76</span><sup><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">th</span></sup><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"> year and are enjoying better than average health.</span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">In the account of my own personal life, other events concerning my father will be included.</span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Up to this time, this will conclude the general account of what I know about the Ferris name.</span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">It is my desire to seek out genealogy along this family name as time permits.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">(Compiled by Ellen Ferris Hixson 1960.</span></i></p><p class="MsoNormal"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Re-typed for digitizing by Richard S. Hixson, April 2006.)</span></i></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "><span style="font-family:Arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Note:</span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">*See also </span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Michigan Pioneering Family – Spear / Spears 1826</span></i></span><span style="font-family:Arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">, by Earl E. Spears</span></span></span></i></p> <!--EndFragment--> </div></div>Richard S Hixsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01952343422978825403noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5624086876849445025.post-18229078739653610152009-07-10T22:32:00.000-07:002009-07-18T13:17:59.862-07:00Obituary of Mother - Ellen Ferris Hixson<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdbcgf3uLDGsAe5znp2GqepkgILny3KZO8pKmHzSvzyp_rvjGm0jOzG_dJqK5BHbCzv1BrH40L4Su4Wnstkqtga6mvmLKaKl2pml5xBU4hiUhM0fRm10MYFanWabuQNH4I8DEbHwwLBXs/s1600-h/ELLEN.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 316px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdbcgf3uLDGsAe5znp2GqepkgILny3KZO8pKmHzSvzyp_rvjGm0jOzG_dJqK5BHbCzv1BrH40L4Su4Wnstkqtga6mvmLKaKl2pml5xBU4hiUhM0fRm10MYFanWabuQNH4I8DEbHwwLBXs/s400/ELLEN.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357073570550134642" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhOiRsSkFVVM4T6jJ-mqgO04AHjwcFro4kI7qZQ-OdXyrDqdUVUWkexZPUYIAZIFOZ2xuYIP6GxehrbEF-g8yDZmsKptopPB2s3T3Crv8Q6ZyfYGvAg97UKSaSsJfKrn_baWhd0Y5OwCs/s1600-h/ELLEN.JPG"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; line-height: 17px; font-family:arial, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"><p>BOUNTIFUL</p><p>Ellen Ferris Hixson, age 86, passed away at the LDS Hospital in</p><p>Salt Lake City, Utah on Saturday, October 14, 2000.</p><p>Born November 22, 1913 in Salt Lake City, daughter of William Sherman Ferris Sr. and Grace Leola Scott Ferris; married Sterling King Hixson September 21, 1937 in the Salt Lake LDS Temple.</p><p>Ellen was a devoted and loving wife, mother and grandmother.</p><p>Her family and home were her most important concerns and occupied her greatest efforts. She was a good student and excelled in sports, especially baseball, hurdling, and skating. She enjoyed dancing (winning a coral necklace in competition), painting, yard work, gardening, sewing (receiving blue ribbons in both Idaho and Utah state fairs) and crafts of all kinds. Hammers and nails were some of her most important tools.</p><p>She attended beauty college, working at ZCMI and The Paris Company department stores for20 years. She was a faithful member of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints, serving in many callings, including the stake Sunday School and stake Young Women's presidency.</p><p>Ellen and Sterling served a mission together in The Netherlands from 1985 to 1987.</p></span></a><p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhOiRsSkFVVM4T6jJ-mqgO04AHjwcFro4kI7qZQ-OdXyrDqdUVUWkexZPUYIAZIFOZ2xuYIP6GxehrbEF-g8yDZmsKptopPB2s3T3Crv8Q6ZyfYGvAg97UKSaSsJfKrn_baWhd0Y5OwCs/s1600-h/ELLEN.JPG"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: normal; font-family:Georgia, -webkit-fantasy;font-size:16px;"></span></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhOiRsSkFVVM4T6jJ-mqgO04AHjwcFro4kI7qZQ-OdXyrDqdUVUWkexZPUYIAZIFOZ2xuYIP6GxehrbEF-g8yDZmsKptopPB2s3T3Crv8Q6ZyfYGvAg97UKSaSsJfKrn_baWhd0Y5OwCs/s1600-h/ELLEN.JPG"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; line-height: 17px; font-family:arial, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"></span></a></p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhOiRsSkFVVM4T6jJ-mqgO04AHjwcFro4kI7qZQ-OdXyrDqdUVUWkexZPUYIAZIFOZ2xuYIP6GxehrbEF-g8yDZmsKptopPB2s3T3Crv8Q6ZyfYGvAg97UKSaSsJfKrn_baWhd0Y5OwCs/s1600-h/ELLEN.JPG"><p style="display: inline !important; ">Survived by children, Richard Sterling Hixson (Luan), Judith Ellen Hixson Kuepper (Michael), Robert Lee Hixson (Shara), and Joan Hixson Tibbitts (Alan); 22 grandchildren and 26 great-grandchildren.</p></a><p></p><p>Preceded in death by her husband, parents, three sisters, two brothers, one grandchild, and one great-grandchild.</p><p>Funeral services will be</p><p>Wednesday, October 18, 2000 at 11 a.m. in the Bountiful 28th Ward chapel, 2285 South 200 West.</p><p>Friends may call Tuesday evening</p><p>6-8 p.m. at Russon Brothers Bountiful Mortuary, 295 North Main and Wednesday morning from 9:30 - 10:45 prior to services at the church.</p><p>Interment Bountiful City Cemetery.</p>Richard S Hixsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01952343422978825403noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5624086876849445025.post-28496615850496750662009-07-10T22:04:00.000-07:002009-07-18T13:16:59.824-07:00My Beginnings - Richard Sterling Hixson<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPmvqPpmIarHU-Uw1iXRdD2N45RYJBzgonE60Qp1OOItbPazF3lV5HSlLxFQljPLCHl_70JmN44vXWudLaRycWEMO5DVVV0-Q9WdGo3m0xgb_CsmFmsLCqKEbSXtK0VECv_zl1A8rFlPc/s1600-h/sc0006071b.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 334px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPmvqPpmIarHU-Uw1iXRdD2N45RYJBzgonE60Qp1OOItbPazF3lV5HSlLxFQljPLCHl_70JmN44vXWudLaRycWEMO5DVVV0-Q9WdGo3m0xgb_CsmFmsLCqKEbSXtK0VECv_zl1A8rFlPc/s400/sc0006071b.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358904451698752178" /></a><br />When I was born we lived in Ogden, Utah - 23rd Street and Jefferson. Dad worked at the Pioneer Plant until we moved in the fall of 939 to Salt Lake City - 121 T Street. At that time Dad worked at the Utah Power and Light Company's downtown West Temple Office.<br /><div style="text-align: right;"><br /></div><div><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 379px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNQWxiKxSNx3Y1c1DjQIJXLL8y6_ChP4tvsr1Kk18Jd9zVOcw1yLr-PvICoD0N7ZzE8Awuqhv84gUd7zpwoKvEW3P0tR_GDYoVVjFwz1F_tvmZKUBF78iZc_1AALym2uiFyP2EiOJAhzc/s400/sc0032451702.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357064589056366274" /><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'Times New Roman', -webkit-fantasy;font-size:large;"><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Then Mom and Dad moved to Big Cottonwood Canyon (Storm Mountain) in late </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'Times New Roman', fantasy;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">spring of 1940, to work at the</span></span></div></span></div><div> <p style="text-align: left;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal 'Times New Roman'; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Stairs and Granite power</span></p> <p style="text-align: left;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal 'Times New Roman'; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">plants in Mill Creek Canyon.</span></p> <p style="text-align: left;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal 'Times New Roman'; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">A transfer came in the fall of</span></p> <p style="text-align: left;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal 'Times New Roman'; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">1940 to the Murdock plant</span></p> <p style="text-align: left;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal 'Times New Roman'; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">north of Heber City, Utah. We</span></p> <p style="text-align: left;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal 'Times New Roman'; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">first lived in the MurdockApartments in Heber City and then in an upstairs</span></p> <p style="text-align: left;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal 'Times New Roman'; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">apartment of Broadbent’s home, at 357 W 100 S, in the spring of 1941. Working for the power</span></p> <p style="text-align: left;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 10px/normal Helvetica; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'Times New Roman', fantasy;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">company meant one move after another, and a move to Grace, Idaho came in April of 1942. Our</span></span></p> <p style="text-align: left;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal 'Times New Roman'; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">first home there was a little white house behind Whitehead’s home, across the street, north of the</span></p> <p style="text-align: left;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal 'Times New Roman'; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">church house. That summer we moved into a company home at the Cove Plant, downstream from</span></p> <p style="text-align: left;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal 'Times New Roman'; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">the Grace Plant 2 miles South on the Bear River. Our home was cottage #3 at the South end of 3</span></p> <p style="text-align: left;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal 'Times New Roman'; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">company houses.</span></p><p style="text-align: left;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal 'Times New Roman'; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: left;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal 'Times New Roman'; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Then in the summer of 1945 dad wasonce again transferred, to the Oneida</span></p> <p style="text-align: left;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal 'Times New Roman'; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">power plant. We lived in cottage #3 (the third house on the left, as you drove</span></p> <p style="text-align: left;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal 'Times New Roman'; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">into the camp). At the Oneida camp there were 6 or more homes placed in a</span></p> <p style="text-align: left;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal 'Times New Roman'; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">slight semicircle, past the first three, as you came into camp. The quarters</span></p> <p style="text-align: left;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal 'Times New Roman'; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">building and mailroom were on the south end, and the schoolhouse and teachers</span></p> <p style="text-align: left;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal 'Times New Roman'; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">cottage were at the north end of those homes. Bud Young, who only had one</span></p> <p style="text-align: left;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal 'Times New Roman'; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">arm, was the superintendent; he scared me because he had a bulldog that went</span></p> <p style="text-align: left;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal 'Times New Roman'; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">with him everywhere. I remember once the kids in camp threw mud in the mail</span></p> <p style="text-align: left;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal 'Times New Roman'; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">slots of the little mail house! Fortunately I wasn’t in on that. Moving to Oneida</span></p> <p style="text-align: left;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal 'Times New Roman'; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">was an upgrade in homes for us, but not necessarily for me. Our home had an</span></p> <p style="text-align: left;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal 'Times New Roman'; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">open porch across the front with cement steps, painted red, leading to the porch.</span></p></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>Richard S Hixsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01952343422978825403noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5624086876849445025.post-38934495188903596502009-07-10T21:52:00.001-07:002009-07-15T20:25:45.013-07:005 Generation Pedigrees of the Ferris Wheel<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6_88orua2WhCaeenmnJP-cyvpFPKIz_fGdD4n8HZBv7pwcGFAHxMVbCosuXI2b2z2OCvzUYv-2shmIOpCUnvt9EYXAwnZ2ZRFyI6iHEFNJ4jj0TIvU9y6h0jiJcF_MOlArd0nPct78jE/s1600-h/sc0022a48a.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 294px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6_88orua2WhCaeenmnJP-cyvpFPKIz_fGdD4n8HZBv7pwcGFAHxMVbCosuXI2b2z2OCvzUYv-2shmIOpCUnvt9EYXAwnZ2ZRFyI6iHEFNJ4jj0TIvU9y6h0jiJcF_MOlArd0nPct78jE/s400/sc0022a48a.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357061316058573634" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQpuehm7ub2CmbOipRPM3CxMJ_6yG-9yRBddLNi0b0dhuK3XHyKCkBrymT2dGOjn4iMQ37Zmtd6IurbK1XG0SBcusOsSxz_YvIWjQJ6kcKGXL_KNZYOZrr3WKi1n2tOdJgYfmzctKPFN8/s1600-h/Mail0001.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 309px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQpuehm7ub2CmbOipRPM3CxMJ_6yG-9yRBddLNi0b0dhuK3XHyKCkBrymT2dGOjn4iMQ37Zmtd6IurbK1XG0SBcusOsSxz_YvIWjQJ6kcKGXL_KNZYOZrr3WKi1n2tOdJgYfmzctKPFN8/s400/Mail0001.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357060994270079650" /></a>Richard S Hixsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01952343422978825403noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5624086876849445025.post-37838655016103283492009-07-10T21:43:00.000-07:002009-07-18T13:53:08.599-07:00Mom and Dad - the courting years<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJIypIykuY38ddlSGbavf6tE8g4MeQAAVoXmFlgeBXwwmWOqrrWDUKPobYE319qavRiK5Icq6crPFJd2DG_WaJLzIPz_XEuBnmHaYhnF-DjNuZ_Nv0zxl_cacNa3MSsJ-yHJneCCJz7ws/s1600-h/Ellen+Ferris.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 269px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJIypIykuY38ddlSGbavf6tE8g4MeQAAVoXmFlgeBXwwmWOqrrWDUKPobYE319qavRiK5Icq6crPFJd2DG_WaJLzIPz_XEuBnmHaYhnF-DjNuZ_Nv0zxl_cacNa3MSsJ-yHJneCCJz7ws/s400/Ellen+Ferris.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359903700432405986" /></a><br />Ellen Ferris when she was<div>going to cosmetology school, and Dad in their courting years.</div><div><br /><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 288px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjg4F2wzKMdab2cgPY3ISEmpqJYAM0-s5cisDUYwAsYPR_Oje3FXunjpYmR7kadQlBN2D8HrTLR7jOdSTd1M7yXftSH-a1Ze7uhYBzuC0dfgr7vdpsaNyV7iOPb11eLklnM5WLPtgqgwqM/s400/sc003269aa.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357062201815928258" /></div>Richard S Hixsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01952343422978825403noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5624086876849445025.post-58591503577194137582009-07-10T21:28:00.000-07:002009-07-18T13:25:09.797-07:004 Generations of the Ferris WheelShauna is one generation, I'm the next generation, with Mom and her brother, Sherman, coming next. Grandma and Grandpa Ferris started the wheel going.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJ10LTZCvTx59QT9e0r1rAjrD3SUhwuwfcDPQKF81i8tplaCUHEPJrZWembEaw2mpWmJ4JsZttuuPSKOIRfARp9CrvJiC2hIIGHdBe-JlBQSnFJc4Cy9CfniIc28jV6oD8r8rq56zoqW4/s1600-h/Gr+%26+Gr+Ferris+Anniversery_2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 223px; height: 318px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJ10LTZCvTx59QT9e0r1rAjrD3SUhwuwfcDPQKF81i8tplaCUHEPJrZWembEaw2mpWmJ4JsZttuuPSKOIRfARp9CrvJiC2hIIGHdBe-JlBQSnFJc4Cy9CfniIc28jV6oD8r8rq56zoqW4/s400/Gr+%26+Gr+Ferris+Anniversery_2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357055365290855682" /></a>Richard S Hixsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01952343422978825403noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5624086876849445025.post-6855656648943083642009-07-10T17:04:00.000-07:002009-07-18T13:22:58.724-07:00Grandma and Grandpa FerrisMy mother's parents are William Sherman Ferris and Leola Grace Scott. Because Grandpa and Grandma Hixson both died before I was 4 years old, I have personal memories only of my grandparents on my mother's side.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhT8g7ktLvA9mdNzV_ThZoOCgJ7k4d7NJnFRwtM3mAOW1_QUiPic_ZG3znTRWgs-1L_bNEmDmIKFKBi-RVxFMNXdcZNpBErmFIpzPdzItrPuxcfz7OskcXKlB3JqjsCgZsdtfmNOsPflAU/s1600-h/Gr+%26+Gr+Ferris.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 318px; height: 199px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhT8g7ktLvA9mdNzV_ThZoOCgJ7k4d7NJnFRwtM3mAOW1_QUiPic_ZG3znTRWgs-1L_bNEmDmIKFKBi-RVxFMNXdcZNpBErmFIpzPdzItrPuxcfz7OskcXKlB3JqjsCgZsdtfmNOsPflAU/s400/Gr+%26+Gr+Ferris.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357055593343623042" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilk0e_Jv6STlyFyl13leyEWhjTEswY8ZfdsBBq0Um5PPQlrHz0FrwhD4VmXgoPPUGBzn_WiG6oggOTM-nTdVAOG4tXaeEUQp4ydJEG0jbze7cCQk0_njKXcY9wsmUrMPyPvldHc4soCvE/s1600-h/Grma:grpaFerris_2.jpg"><br /><p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Times New Roman">I knew both my Grandpa and Grandma Ferris well. We lived with them for a time, which I have</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Times New Roman">shared elsewhere in my journal writings. Grandpa was a hard worker. He had a difficult time being</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Times New Roman">involved in the Church even though he knew it was true and was a high priest. He was not very</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Times New Roman">active but always supported grandma. He loved to eat breakfast and I will always remember his</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Times New Roman">favorite cold cereal was Corn Flakes. When he ate you could hear his false teeth crackle. When he</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Times New Roman">put butter and jam on his bread he was methodical about it. Every inch of the bread had to be</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Times New Roman">covered, right to the edges. Grandma was very active in the Church and had been all her life. She</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Times New Roman">loved to quilt and she and the relief society sisters made many of them. She was also a hard worker</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Times New Roman">and supported grandpa in the peach orchard they had. She bottled food and was busy in the kitchen.</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Times New Roman">She was not the tidiest person in the kitchen – the cupboards were always cluttered and I marveled</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Times New Roman">how she could cook and prepare food. She loved to bake bread and rolls. She also made delicious</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Times New Roman">carrot pudding. She was a cook for many years at the old Woods Cross elementary school.</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Times New Roman">Grandma came to Grace once to tend us kids, while Mom and Dad were away to a Lions</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Times New Roman">Convention. I remember Mom coming home and saying I looked yellowish. She later learned</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Times New Roman">Grandma fed us tons of carrots, because they were good for us. I learned to weed from Grandma</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Times New Roman">Ferris. She made sure I understood that you must pull the weed – root and all – or it would just grow</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Times New Roman">back again. She would say to pinch and hold tight, close to the ground, and then pull slow and</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Times New Roman">steady. It was also important to have watered before weeding, so the soil would easily give way to</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Times New Roman">the pulling of the weeds.</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Times New Roman">[It is important to mention Aunt Josephine, Mom’s sister. She was very kind to me and I learned to</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Times New Roman">love her. She loved children and worked in the nursery at the Salt Lake Temple. She also took care</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Times New Roman">of premature babies and earned her associates degree in nursing. She loved to do genealogy and</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Times New Roman">encouraged me to get involved. I remember her coming to Grace and reading to us the book Mary</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Times New Roman">Poppins. Sometimes I would stay overnight at her place in North Salt Lake and can remember</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Times New Roman">hearing the trains’ whistles and seeing the reflections on the walls of car lights as they sped along</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Times New Roman">Orchard Drive].</p><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilk0e_Jv6STlyFyl13leyEWhjTEswY8ZfdsBBq0Um5PPQlrHz0FrwhD4VmXgoPPUGBzn_WiG6oggOTM-nTdVAOG4tXaeEUQp4ydJEG0jbze7cCQk0_njKXcY9wsmUrMPyPvldHc4soCvE/s400/Grma:grpaFerris_2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356989822352474274" /></a>Richard S Hixsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01952343422978825403noreply@blogger.com0