BIOGRAPHY OF ALICE LLOYD DAVIS, by - Grace C. Gamble
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BIOGRAPHY OF ALICE LLOYD DAVIS
by - Grace C. Gamble
It was a bleak winter day in February, the nineteenth in 1869 to be exact, in a small humble home in Barrow in Furnace #12 Goldsmith street Lankashire, England that a tiny baby girl came to gladden the hearts of John Lloyd and Harriet Moore Lloyd. John and Harriet named their little daughter Alice.
The First thirteen years of Alice's life was spent in this first home. Her father and mother had a small store where they sold groceries mostly. They kept the L.D.S. missionary home, entertaining two to four missionaries at a time. Alice always remembered Heber C. Kimball, John Neff, Henry Burton, John Donaldson, Albert Kerrinton and many others. The missionaries would hold sacrament meeting at their home. The town was a factory town and buzzed with activity. The homes on the street where Alice lived were built side by side so close that they resembled one long building the length of the street. At the end of the street was a huge bake oven where every one took their bread and pastries to be baked. No one did their baking in their own homes on that street. Alice knew many people and didn't know what it was to be lonely.
About the time Alice was thirteen she left England and came with her mother and five brothers and sisters to make their home in America. They arrived in New York on November 3, 1882. Her father and one little brother had come in April (24) of the same year. From New York they (journied) to the little village of Oxford, Idaho, where her grandparents, James Lloyd and Ann Lee Lloyd had come ten years earlier bringing Alice's oldest sister with them.
Alice was baptized into the L.D.S. Church on December 6' 1882 by A.N. Clements and confirmed the same day by John Boise.
When Alice was sixteen, a good-looking young man by the name of John Davis courted and won her. They were married at Weston, Idaho and took up a homestead and built a small home. The life to which Alice had come was very different from what she had left behind. The home of John and Alice was the second one on the great sagebrush flat. Moores were their only neighbors. They lived about three quarters of a mile away, and the sage brush was so high between that one couldn't see a horse and rider as they went across the country. John was away from home working much of the time in those early years and Alice was left to keep the home and care for the stock.
After they had been here for a few years and had two fine baby daughters, Alice was left alone with them when one of them became ill. She knew she would have to have help. She would have to find the horses that were somewhere on the flat in the sagebrush and take the baby to Oxford. She couldn't leave the tiny children in the house alone while she went to find the horses; so frantically she carried the sick baby in her arms and with the other little child clinging to her skirts she went to search for them. She finally found them picking the scanty grass. Hastily she hitched them to the buggy and was on her way to the much- needed help.
As the children grew larger and the family was increased they had many such experiences. There was a character out in that country named Jack Norris, and he rode wildly and let his hair grow long. The children were afraid he or Indians might over take them and they always lived on fear.
One day one of the little girls disappeared and the family was searching frantically, calling and trying to find her. The older children had returned from school, which was about a half mile south of their home, and they had joined the search. They were afraid she had been carried away and were practically desperate when the school teacher came carrying the frightened but unhurt child. The teacher had remained at school to do some extra work, and when he was finished he was striding across the flat to get home quickly when he came on a tiny frightened girl huddled under a tall sagebrush. He gently picked her up and let her know she had nothing to fear from him. She cryingly told him that she had set out to find the older children and lost her way.
One day the family was busy inside the house when they heard someone calling. They went out. It was one of the Moore children. He called and told them not to come near him, but some of the folks at his home were very ill and needed medicine. John said he would go immediately so he got his pony and rode to Moores. Mr. Moore came from the house with money and a teakettle of boiling water and as he told John what to get he put the money on a rock in the sun and poured the water over it and left it for John to take to get the medicine. This was a precaution against anyone else getting the disease.
Alice had a fine knowledge of the use of herbs and was called on often to help in other homes as well as her own in times of illness.
Some times the children would come to their mother as she was busy churning butter, preparing food or sewing clothing for the family, and find tears silently coursing their way down her cheeks. They would ask her what was the matter. She would gather them near her, wipe away the tears, and tell them all was right now that they were there near her. In later years the children came to know that the great loneliness of new country was too much and it would well up within her and spill over.
Alice loved America though. She told her children and later the grandchildren of the wonderful opportunities and advantages to be found in this grand new land. She lived a long useful and beautiful life. She bore seventeen children and raised sixteen of them to young man and womanhood. She lost six after they were grown, one of these in France in the service of his country during wold war one. She named her children Blanch May, Sarah Elizabeth, John Henry, Joseph Thomas, Alice Irene, Emma Beatrice, Francis David, Ivan Earl, Edith Pearl, Oliver James, Alvin Alonzo, George Wendell, Eva Harriet, Ida Florence, Lewis Arnold, Velma Deen and Gwen, giving them each two names except baby Gwen. When Gwen grew up and found out that all but she had two names she felt badly and asked why this was. Her mother explained that some of the older children thought two names foolish and persuaded her to give baby Gwen just one name.
Alice and John built a beautiful big red brick home in their middle years, and this place was the scene of many wonderfully happy times.
She was a good housekeeper. She had cabinets built in her kitchen and kept her dishes, staple foods, herbs, etc. in such good order that she often said, "If no one upsets my cupboard I can go to it in the dark and lay my hand on anything I want."
Alice loved people and loved to have them around. Her home has been the scene of many good times from house parties to supper parties after a joyful sleigh ride in the sparkling crusted snow. There was always room for the young folks of the neighborhood and the rooms sang with the sound of happy voices and joyous laughter. The family spent wonderful Thanksgiving days and Christmases together. As the children married and had homes of their own they would return for these festive occasions. Long tables would be set for the feast while Alice watched the turkeys-one baking in the oven in the kitchen and the other in the stove in the basement where they had been since before daybreak. There was much rejoicing by the family at being together on these wonderful days.
Alice and John received their endowments at the Logan Temple April 20, 1922. This meant much to Alice for it was of great importance to one of her faith. She was active in her church work and did great work in the Relief Society. Her home was the scene of many quiltings. These times were jolly for the ones who were there and participated.
The house was located on top of a short steep incline, which lead to the broad bench of land where most of the Davis farm was located. Down the slope grew fruit trees, and under the trees were beehives. The bees gathered the sweet (necator) from the blossoms and the honey they made was choice. The grandchildren as well as the children of Alice well remember the creamy goodness of that honey spread on thick slices of home made bread and butter.
The family all participated in and helped with the work and upkeep of the home and by doing so learned many valuable lessons.
Then one sad day on March 13, 1925, John was taken in death and Alice was left to live her life without his loving companionship. She lived an outstanding life. She had a sense of humor and a wonderful philosophy of life. She shared them with the many who knew and loved her.
Her hair gradually turned to silver and framed her lovable, thoughtful face. She told many interesting stories and experiences to those who were there as she worked quietly about her kitchen, cared for her canary or houseplants - of which she had many beautiful ones; or sat reposing in her rocking chair.
When she had quietly and beautifully finished her life and closed her eyes in final sleep on March 30, 1952 at the age of eighty-three, she left eleven children, fifty-three grandchildren, and fifty great-grandchildren to mourn her passing and miss her and all she stood for. They will remember and value the lessons she taught. It was happy too though for waiting on the golden shore to greet her was John, her beloved, six of her children and seven grandchildren, her parents many friends and other relatives to welcome her and rejoice at having her with them again.