History of Andrew Marion Lamoreaux
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ANDREW MARION LAMOREAUX
Andrew Marion Lamoreaux was born in Paragonah, Utah, on July 9, 1887, a son of David Albert and Huldah Mariah Messinger Lamoreaux. He was the ninth in a family of twelve children. His boyhood days were spent in Paragonah and at the family ranch in the Parowan mountains. The ranch was called Pine Grove, and it was there that the herds of cattle were cared for in the summer.
He received his schooling in the Paragonah schools and at the Murdoch Academy in Beaver. When he was about 20 years of age he went to Idaho to work, living part of his time with his sister, Mary Owens. After about a year he returned home and on May 6, 1909 he married Estella Jones. The were married by Bishop Thomas V. Jones, with Maggie Jones and Lizzie Robb as witnesses.
The first part of their married life they lived in the upstairs of the Joseph Jenkins Jones home and it was there that their first two children, Joe and Errol were born. Later they owned a house a lot on main street. A few years later they moved to their home in the west part of town. It was just two rooms at first and later they bought another two room house and attached it to their home. The rest of the family was born there.
In Andy’s younger days he was a farmer, sheep shearer, and in the winter he did some trapping in the hills. He also hauled wood and posts. He was an excellent butcher and his services in this capacity were much in demand. He charged $1.00 to butcher a pig and 50 cents more to cut it up ready to cure. Many people employed him for both jobs. He was always a good hunter and and was considered an excellent shot.
He and Estella loved to dance and were always in attendance at social functions. Many a time they took their baby along with them rather than miss the dance.
The Lamoreaux people took an active part in the town dramatic activities and almost always it was Andy who was cast in the roll of the villain. His acting was so realistic many youngsters were afraid of him all the time and his own children hated to see him act, he was so mean and horrible. On one occasion the hero in the play threw him down a well which was padded with old overalls. As he fell his head struck a buckle or something of the sort and cut quite a gash.. When he got out of the well later in the play, blood was running down his face and the audience thought it very realistic for just a play.
In the early 1930's Andrew accepted the position of the Paragonah Town Marshall, and gave diligent and efficient service in this capacity for many years. He was a deputy sherif for the north end of the county. He also served as Health Officer for quite a few years.
After their daughter, Winnie, was married Andy and Stell made several trips to visit her in Nevada. In 1939 they took a summer trip to Salt Lake City with members of their family.
During the depression years, Andy worked on different Public Works Projects and later spent some time in Nevada doing mining work. In 1943 he got a good job at Iron Mountain but was able to keep it only a short time for in less that two months he suffered a severe cerebral hemorrhage that affected his right side and from which he never fully recovered. After a period of time his health improved to the point where he was able to work again.
For a time he had charge of the firing of the boilers in the El Escalente Hotel in Cedar City. He spent some time at Bryce Canyon and Grand Canyon where he did guard work. During this time, the family spent one winter living in Cedar City, Utah and it was there, while on duty at the hotel that another stroke hit Andy, hospitalizing him for a few days and putting an end to his days of being a working man.
On May 24, 1944, Andy and Stell and three of their boys, Clark, Kay and Ray took a trip to the St. George Temple where they received their endowments and were married for time and eternity and had the three boys sealed to him.
On January 16, 1950 Andy’s faithful companion departed from this life, leaving him to spend his time living with his children. He enjoyed the activities of his many grandchildren and still enjoyed fishing.
Andy passed away April 5, 1957 in Caliente, Nevada. He was burried In Paragonah, Utah on April 9, 1957.
History written by: Hilma Robinson Lamoreaux (dauther-in-law)
Edited with additional information by: Laura Lamoreaux Burton (granddaughter)
History of Joseph Albert Lamoreaux
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History of Joseph Albert Lamoreaux
Joe was born January 19, 1910, the first child of Andrew Marion and Estella Jones Lamoreaux, in the upstairs of Eliza Jane and Jenkin Jones' house. He was named for both of his grandfathers. He was a pretty, plump baby with lots of curly hair. The day he was blessed, a neighbor lady, Sister Hanks, asked “What did you name her, Stella?” Estella replied, “HIS name is Joe.” Sister Hanks sighed and said “And why didn’t you call her Phyllis?”
Joe was the first boy to be born in Grandma Jones’ family so was much fussed over by the seven aunts. The family soon moved a couple of blocks away but Joe loved to get back Grandmas. He would play in the water to get his clothes wet so Grandma would put one of Rowena’s dresses on him. One day his mother tied him to the clothes line with a piece of rope anchored to his overall suspenders, but he soon climbed out of the pants and went to grandmas without them. He remembers Bill Barton barking at him like a fierce dog to keep him from running away and Bill Williamson borrowing his stick horse and making it buck and prance around.
The family later moved to the home in the lower part of town where he spent his boyhood days. He loved the dogs and horses and he and his brother “Bub” bought a pair of big rabbits and raised rabbits until the lot was full of them.
Joe was more than nine years old when he was baptized in the ditch.
He helped with chores around the home and went to work for others at an early age. He remembers going to Horse Valley with Uncle Alec Robb and tromping hay for Tim and Ray Robinson, Joe Lund and Doyle Robinson. Some summers were spent at the Lamoreaux Randy in the Parowan mountains and as a boy he helped trail the cattle there. He helped care for the animals and milk the cows.
He had a frightening experience at the ranch on one occasion. The horses had escaped from the pasture and he went with his father to look for them. As they followed horse tracks they soon became aware of a big grey wolf following close by. Andy put himself between Joe and the wolf, armed himself with a big club and they went till the horses were found. After they got on the horses and started home, the wolf disappeared in the trees. The family enjoyed many fishing trips and picnics to Panguitch Lake which was a favorite spot.
As teenager, his group of young people had many parties and enjoyed good times together. He did not like High School and at the age of sixteen he ran away from home and with Grant Edwards hitchhiked to Teton, Idaho and for two years made his home with Aunt Mame Owens and her big family of boys. During that time he came home only once when he got a timothy grass seed in one eye, which almost blinded him and he recuperated in Paragonah.
In Idaho, he had many interesting experiences doing various kinds of field work, thinning and topping beets picking potatoes, working in the hay fields, etc. Eventually he got a good job in the sugar factory but one autumn he decided to return home for the deer hunt and that ruined his chances for a future there. He herded sheep, worked at Bryce Canyon and spent one summer working for John Brown at Hamilton’s Fort, where he milked twelve cows twice a day and separated the milk. He also fed many sheep and pigs and hauled hay in the wagon to feed the animals.
He always had lots of girl friends and after he returned from Idaho he inquired of his folks who the popular young girls of the town were and was told that some of them were Mabel Davenport, Alice Prothero, Helen Edwards and Hilma Robinson. His response to that was “What, those little snots!” but he ended up going with all of them.
His romance with Hilma began in January 1930 when they were both cast in a mutual play. He was the villian and she the maid. The first rehearsal was to read through the play at the home of LaGrande Robb. A cousin, Iona Lund was the leading lady and as the group left to go home his father admonished him to walk the girls home so he walked with them taking Hilma home first and Iona last. The next practice was held in the school house above town and afterward he walked the girls home, Iona first and then Hilma. After that he let Iona go her own way and concentrated on Hilma. They went together or communicated by letter when he was away for two years and when she graduated from high school in the spring of 1931, he gave her a diamond engagement ring. They were married January 27, 1932 by Bishop Thomas W. Jones at the home of her parents. In February a reception was held in the school house. By then, they were practicing for another play and they were cast as the young married couple. When it was presented Joe spoke his lines “you’ve picked and picked at me until I’ll soon be as bare as a Christmas goose” with a very forlorn look on his face. The audience roared with laughter.
Those were the depression tears and work was hard to find, but if there were any jobs available, Joe worked. He helped build the road around Cedar Breaks when it was done with teams and wagons. He did road work up the canyons and picked turkeys in different places. He spent two summers working for Rudger Smith at Linden and learned to prune trees and help with harvesting.
They lived with the Robinson family until after Gaytha was born, then he fixed the back room of his parents home for them for the winter. Later they lived in the old Lamoreaux home which now belonged to Aunt Nettie, then spent several years at the Bill Talbot home and then back again to the Lamoreaux home.
One summer he had work building the railroad from Iron Springs to Iron Mountain. He, Byron Robinson and Bill Boardman traveled there to work, earning $3.60 per day for eight hours work. One summer Joe and Byron peddled fruit from the Provo area down Highway 89 and quite enjoyed that.
On April 5, 1933, the family went to St. George and were sealed in the temple.
In September of 1936, he was working in the silage harvest and had the misfortune to get his left thumb partly cut off in the corn chopper. It required surgery and he was quite helpless for several months. After this, the Bishop gave him the job of church janitor for which he received $8.00 per month, later raised to $10.00. For this he had to clean the building, chop the wood for the old furnace and fire it, plus ring the bell for the meetings. During the spring of 1937, he worked with his brother-in-law, Fay Stewart, in Nevada building reservoirs. He came home for Joan’s birth and then went back again. Sometimes he herded sheep or went sheep shearing.
Robin and Duane came along in rapid succession. After Pearl Harbor, Joe was sent to California to learn to work in a defense factory and spent Christmas away from home. He didn’t like that and returned to Paragonah.
He was a government trapper for two seasons, worked for a time in the mines in Nevada, worked for several years building fences on the forest, drove truck from Jacobs Lake to Marysvale one summer, but eventually got a good job driving ore trucks at the Iron Mines west of Cedar City, He worked at that for nearly thirty years.
In the early forties they built a home on lower center street in Paragonah and during later years added to and improved the home.
In 1945 Mina was born to complete the family. In 1951 the family, with the exception of Gaytha, who was married by then, took a fine trip to Yellowstone Park and enjoyed all of it with the exception of one night camping out in bear country when the big animals prowled around the bed.
Joe held many church positions, counselor in the MIA, drama director, dance director, Sunday school councilor and president, Elders Quorum teacher for many years, home teacher. He had the assignment of doing temple sealings for several years and continued to attend the temple regularly.
He served on the Paragonah Town Board for nine years and was helpful in getting many improvements on the tennis court, some oiled streets and oiled road to the cemetery, lawn on the park and street lights.
During his life he had lots of ailments and accidents. In the early forties, he had appendicitis. In 1964, he was working at the church when the cultural hall addition was built and sustained a fall which resulted in a compound fracture of the right leg. It required surgery and the implant of a steel plate which was screwed to the bone above and below the break. He was in a cast until January. From the time he was in his fifties he had a fibrillating heart causing much concern. He had a ruptured stomach ulcer in 1961, carotid artery surgery in 1970, a mastectomy and also a nose operation. In 1983 he developed diabetes.
Joe retired from the mine in the spring of 1973. After retirement he gardened and tended his chickens. In 1983 Joan took both parents on a trip to Hawaii. He really enjoyed flying on the big airplanes.
He is proud to have supported his son, Duane, on a two year mission.
He was a great story teller and gave his family great joy listening to his stories and his impersonations. He gave all of them a great legacy of laughter, having fun, loving and caring.
Joe died at the age of eighty-one on January 13, 1919. He is buried in the Pargonah, Utah cemetery.
Written by: Hilma Robinson Lamoreaux (wife)
Edited slightly by: Laura Lamoreaux Burton (niece)
ERROL LEON (BUB) LAMOREAUX AUTOBIOGRAPHY AND LIFE HISTORY
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ERROL LEON LAMOREAUX AUTOBIOGRAPHY AND LIFE HISTORY
Story of My Life – Autobiography written in 1952
I was born Oct 22, 1911 at the family home in Paragonah. Dr. Frank Burton and Mrs. Addie Thornton of Parowan were in attendance to hear my first squawk. I was the second child born to Andrew J. and Estella Jones Lamoreaux. I had an older brother, Joe and those who came after me included Winnie (my only Sister), Clark and Clair (twins), Kay and Ray. Our home was a four (4) roomed frame home located in the west central part of town, down near the fields. Two thirds of that block had once belonged to Grandfather (David Albert) Lamoreaux and he divided it up among part of his children.
My first real recollection is of hitting my brother Joe over the head with an ax, cutting quite a gash. Of course, I was just a little shaver and didn’t realize the seriousness of my act, but I wasn’t too little to get my hide tanned right good.
I know I was plenty big enough to have known better when I gathered all of Grandfather Lamoreaux’s eggs too. It was like this: My uncle (Blaine Jones), Joe and I were playing around when the bright idea struck me that some candy might taste good. It was fun to fill a big bucket with perhaps ten (10) dozen eggs. For the bucket full of eggs, we got a bucket full of candy from the new store just built on Main Street. Grandfather, detecting his egg loss, knew about where to come for the culprits. I remember it was on Saturday and we were stripped down ready for our bath. With his approach, Grandfather said: “Stell, I’m afraid your hell firen’ kids have stole all my eggs”. We imfatically denied it, but no doubt we looked guilty because we got a good tuneing up. Joe finally broke down and confessed, but I was so bull-headed that I never did.
We had a sorrel horse once that we called Frank. I rode him all the time but he always managed to throw me off no matter when or where it was. On the other hand, Joe could ride him without any mishaps. One day the horses all got out and went down to the field gate. Dad told Joe to go get them and he did, mounted on the sorrel. He was looping peacefully along behind the others when suddenly I streaked out of the tall bush beside the road and yelled. Well, that time Joe went off and I got my britches plenty warmed up on the back for doing such a mean trick to my Brother.
It used to be our great sport in the winter to go skating on the ice down on the Chimney meadow pastures. On one occasion two of the kids were riding horses and they had a long stick or pole between them and to the pole was fastened a long rope to a sled on which I was riding. We were progressing nicely when we encountered some cattle. This specially frightened them and one steer bolted between the two horses and made a bee line for me. Before he got far though, his horns got tangled in the rope, tipped the sled over and of course lost me. We managed to finally get everything straightened our without serious trouble but it looked doubtful for a time.
A little later on in my life, I recall another rather narrow escape. My Dad used to do some trapping for a little extra money. I loved to go with him around the traps. The wild animals caught were quite an adventure to me. On going to one of the traps one day, we found a nice little half grown Coyote had just been caught. I thought it would be fun to take him home alive and show the kids. Dad was willing but the Coyote wasn’t. He made a dive for the brush and I snaked him back but he objected to my intentions. He charged me with his mouth wide open, his sharp teeth just grazed my forehead. He grabbed my cap and made for the brush again. From right then, I concluded that dead Coyotes are the best kind, so that little fighter lost his life.
I remember about two (2) summers we ranched at Pine Grove on Parowan Mountain, at the famous old Lamoreaux Ranch (Located at the top of Clear Creek Canyon west of Panguitch Lake). We milked about twenty-five (25) cows and made butter and some cheese. The butter, we took to Parowan and sold it to the Old Equitable Store. It was my job to tend the calves, as I wasn’t very big, but I learned to milk too and could do it when necessary.
I started school in the Old school house. Leona Jones (Stones) and Bertha Topham were my first teachers. Then up at the present building were, Marie Stagg, Burton Rust and Robert McOmie, some teaching me two (2) or more years. I wasn’t particularly any whiz in school and I suppose I went because I had too. I imagine I gave my teachers a plenty rough time, I know I did Mr. Rust. The feeling of indifference seemed to be mutual. With Mr. McOmie it was different. He seemed to take an interest in me and I had a desire to learn. He was the best teacher I ever had and I think I learned more that one year than with any three teachers had taught me put together. I started to Parowan to High School but I wasn’t very happy with the set-up, so I didn’t go anymore.
I always enjoyed going to Sunday School and Primary when I was younger and Mutual when I was older, especially to take part in the plays. That seemed to be a Lamoreaux trait to be a little gifted along that line.
I believe J. Leonard Topham baptized me when I was eight (8) years old. [Note: Bub was baptized on May 1, 1920 by Alfred Lund and confirmed on May 2, 1920 by Joseph H. Lund as a member of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter- Day Saints.]
I have always liked to keep busy at something or other. When I got big enough to work on the farm, I used to do that, especially in the spring of the year when Dad was away shearing. We had some acreage of our own and then we used to rent Grandfather Lamoreaux’s farm.
All my life I have enjoyed hunting and fishing. One fishing trip that I recall vividly was in June before my Grandfather died in June. He had a model T ford and I went along for company and to help him what I could. He owned a row boat which he kept up at Panguitch Lake. I handled the oars while he fished. He never took any chances if the Lake got rough though. He would say: “Better turn ‘er around Bub and let’s get back to shore. On this occasion of which I speak, we stayed quite a few days and had excellent luck, catching ninety-five (95) fine big trout. We ate fish all the time we were there and the next day after we came home, Mother fixed up a delicious trout dinner and invited Grandfather down. We all had such an enjoyable time together. Little did we realize then that as he stood at the Pulpit the following day talking in the funeral of his old friend and neighbor, Thomas Robb, that he would drop dead of a heart attack [June 25, 1931]. I missed him very much.
My playmates and pals were Blaine Jones, Evan Edwards, Rex Prothero, Jack Dalton, Chester Robinson, Clark Robb and those guys. The girls we used to run around with were Alice Prothero, Ruth Adams, Ruth Jones. Lolene Stapley, Emma Bastian, Dott Davenport, Bell Adams and that crowd.
We used to have lots of fun chasing all over to different towns for dances including Hanging Rock, Beaver, Panguitch, Cedar and down south. We usually got Eldon Boardman to take us around. Sometimes we would pick up girls and sometimes we wouldn’t.
It was about 1935 the first time I ever went with Erma. I guess it was as much as a surprise to her as it was to me that we started going together. It happened something like this. Madge Bates was teaching school here and was going with Faye Robb. They came down home one night and wanted me to get a girl and go riding with them. I believe Madge suggested Erma. Anyway, when we drove up to Erma’s place, Madge went in for her and she finally came out and went with me.
She seemed just the girl I was looking for to be my wife so after going together about a year and a half, we were married down home by Bishop Thomas W. Jones on 31 August 1937. The folks entertained at a nice reception for us at the school house. I should mention that we got Low Barton [J. Lowe] to take us down to St. George Temple where we received our endowment and were sealed on 14 March 1939. Erma’s folks and Aunt Alda (Robinson) went with us.
Erma had been staying with her Grandma Topham (Laura Ellen HorsleyTopham) at nights for some time so we had rooms there and that was our first home. After about five (5) years, we moved to our present home and we soon expect to move to much larger place, the old home of Erma’s Grandpa and Grandma Robinson’s. (Calvin & Sarah, Zella, Betsey Pratt Watts and Benjamin Watts and Ellen Williamson)
Our lives were made happy by the arrival of our first child on the 10th of May 1939 who we named Clyde R. Laura was born on 9 July 1941, on my Father’s birthday.
I have worked at different things to provide for my family. During the depression, I worked on the W. P. A. around town and then I went to work in Nevada in the mines. I come home and went to work at the Iron Mines for Columbia Steel Company for sixteen (16) months before quitting to go shear sheep. I returned to the Iron Mine with Utah Construction Company where I have worked for nine (9) years (at the time of this writing (about 1952). I have had some rather narrow escapes there. One especially caused from falling rock which knocked a hole in my ½ inch thick “hard hat” and pounded onto my shoulder and arm. I was knocked out for a few hours but no bones were broken.
We are thankful our son, Clyde, was spared to us after a bout with Polio in 1946.
I’m afraid those who know me best will accuse me of just telling the best side of my life and not putting in the thoughtless things I have done. However, as this account is written especially for my children’s “Book of Remembrance”, I think it is better as it is written.
Note: This account of Bub’s life was written in 1952 as told by himself.
Now for the rest of the story about Errol Leon (Bub) Lamoreaux. (Compiled by Donald E. Burton, Son-in-law, February 2016)
His original birth certificate did not include his name. All other information was on the certificate with the exception of his name. In December 1941, Bub initiated action to get the certificate updated. The first updated certificate dated 3 December 1941 listed his name as Aerial Leon Lamoreaux. A revised certificate was finally obtained on 16 December 1941 with the correct spelling and vital information.
Laura remembers her Dad as a man small in bone structure and height, a man with a ready smile and a helping hand. His brother Kay reminds her of her Dad as Uncle Kay grows older. He was a loving man. I rarely felt that he disapproved of what I was doing. He loved the mountains. When we were building our house in Layton (1975), he sat at our East bedroom window and looked at the mountains longing to be able to be there. He died before our house was finished. Many rocks from his collection were displayed in our fireplace at that time. His rock collections from his years working at the mine were divided up and samples of the unique and beautiful rocks have been provided to each of his Children, Grandchildren. They are treasured keepsakes of Grandpa Lamoreaux. Laura also remembers when Bub, Erma and Clyde would go to Paragonah Reservoir and learning to fish from the shore with birch fishing poles. The experience to run up the bank when they caught a fish remains today.
Most of Clyde’s recollections relate to outdoor activities including hunting, fishing and trapping. Hunting in Cottonwood with the family and fishing at Paragonah Reservoir and Yankee Meadows, trapping on Blackrock (sometimes alone) and in Cottonwood, Bear Valley and Little Creek. He also remembered fishing in the stream in Red Creek with his Dad and encountering a rattlesnake that he set his fishing pole down on. Needless to say, he was upset and scared and went after his Dad before retrieving his pole.
Both Laura and Clyde remembered how much he liked to spend time watching his chickens, pigs and sheep eat. He love being around them. Erma always knew where he was when dinner was ready and he hadn’t come in yet. He liked to garden. Early years the family had a garden at home and later, planted one together with Grandpa and Grandma Robinson. He especially liked fried summer squash, but felt beans and corn should be fed to the pigs. He was basically a meat and bread man.
One year Laura asked him to plant some cherry tomatoes for her. After picking a bucket full the first time, he told her, Sis (he always called her Sis), "Here's your darned tomatoes and I'm not picking anymore of the little sons-of-guns again.” Then he'd do it again the next week. Of course, he planted a dozen of the plants. Laura believes that the pigs got most of them.
He was protective of his family and loved them very much. He once forbid Laura from riding with that boy when he sped down the street and slid around the corner by their house when first checking out Laura. That boy eventually ended up becoming his Son-In-Law. Donald always appreciated having Bub and Erma as his second parents since both of his birth parents died young.
Bub worked at the Iron Mines all the time that Laura & Clyde could remember. He worked hard as their blasting expert. He loved collecting rocks and brought many home in his mostly empty lunch box. He always took a lunch to work in a lunch box. Clyde and Laura used to fight over what was left over –usually a candy bar or cup cake. They later learned that he purchased extra so there would be something for them when he got home. When they were younger, Bub also worked in Kremmling, Colorado and Lander, Wyoming with the mine. While away, they missed him very much as noted in letters written to him.
He retired from Utah International, Inc. after 30 years of employment there. At the time of his retirement he was the head/lead man on a powder crew.
As mentioned in his autobiography portion of this history, one of his childhood friends was Blaine who was his Uncle. Blaine Jones was his age and they agreed not to refer to each other as Uncle and Nephew throughout their lives.
Bub really did love sports. He always listened to the fights on the radio. Later when he had a TV, he would punch the air helping them fight. It was pretty funny. The family went to a lot of high school basketball games in Parowan since Bub became an avid fan especially when Laura and Clyde were in High School.
Bub served in both civic and church callings most of his life. He served two (2) terms (8 years) on the Paragonah Town Council. In church, he served as a counselor in the Mutual Improvement Association (MIA), as Scoutmaster, Secretary of the Elders Quorum for many years and as Ward Clerk for eleven (11) years with several different Bishops and Councilors including Boyd Robinson, Myron Abbott, Ken Topham, his Brother’s Clark and Kay Lamoreaux to name a few. He and Erma used to talk about preparation of the year end historical report that they affectionally called the HYSTERICAL REPORT.
On May 9, 1975, he visited the Salt Lake Temple for the first time and only time and was sealed to his parents, Andrew Marion Lamoreaux & Estella Jones for time & eternity with his son and daughter standing as proxy for his parents. It was special experience for the family to be in the temple with him.
The family would attend movies together as finances and time permitted.
Before they owned a car, Laura remembers them walking from their first home (old log house) on 100 East and 200 South to Grandpa and Grandma Lamoreaux’s on 100 North and 300 West in Paragonah. She always rode on her Dad’s shoulders.
Both Clyde and Laura remember Bub’s (with the support of Erma) involvement in AA. He quit drinking in the early 1950’s and attended the AA meetings in Parowan faithfully along with Erma. Laura and Clyde would sometimes attend movies in Parowan with their friends every Monday night then go to the old Parowan Library basement library and join the meeting and wait for their parents. Bub received his 20 year pin celebrating his sobriety with his family in the new Parowan Library in 1971 or 1972. He faced other health challenges including lung disease caused by sagebrush, dust, animal allergies and smoking that he experience for many years.
Bub was pillar of strength in the community and was always known as a man of honesty and integrity.
He loved people and especially children and they loved him equally as much. His grandchildren always enjoyed being with him and grandma. He was very patient with each of them and played the games that they always wanted to play. He also loved taking them with him to the mountains when they were old enough to enjoy it to fish and hunt.
As recorded in his autobiography portion of this history, Bub’s love of the mountains is legionary to his family and friends. In his early years, he hunted with his father, Andrew and brothers (Joe, Clair, Clark, Kay and Ray) and others camping in Cottonwood before there were vehicle roads available. Over the years, they built roads that finally took them into the Narrows and Upper Cottonwood. Hunting definitely was a family affair as additional sons joined in the activity with Bub’s son Clyde and numerous nephews. He also spent considerable time trapping bobcats and coyotes to subsidize their meager incomes. They also cut and hauled wood for their own use as well as others in Paragonah again to help with living expenses.
Bub was actually selected to serve as a Deputy Game Warden in 1947. The certificate of appointment reads:
“CERTIFICATE OF APPOINTMENT-STATE OF UTAH-UTAH FISH AND GAME COMMISSION-DEPUTY STATE FISH AND GAME WARDEN
To Whom It May Concern
This certifies that Bub Lamoreaux whose address is Paragonah of the county of Iron is hereby appointed a DEPUTY STATE FISH AND GAME WARDEN for the State of Utah, with all the powers and authority vested by the law in Deputy Fish and Game Wardens. This appointment is without pay and is to be effective during year 1947.
Dated at Salt Lake City, this 11 day of Oct, 1947
Signed by Merrill Hand and Ross Leonard, Director”
In the early 1960’s, Bub was convinced by Clyde and others to start camping and hunting again in Cottonwood with some of his Brothers including Joe, Clair and Kay along with several nephews, sons and son-in-law’s. Earlier, he had discontinued camping because of the effort it took to get everything organized as he was usually the one responsible to do it. Clark would also join with the clan on occasion with his boys. For about 10-12 years (1962-1974), the Lamoreaux camp was one of the largest and most successful groups hunting in the area. When Bub’s grandson’s got older (about 10-12 years), most participated in the hunt and developed very special bonds with their Grandpa as they were able to spend real quality time with him, sometimes on a one-on-one basis. They all loved to be at deer camp with their Grandpa. Memories of Dead Horse Point, Cottonwood Mountain, the Cove, Willow Canyon, Mineral, the Black Mountain, the Brown Knolls, the Bald Knoll and others locations bring very special memories to everyone with Bub.
While archery hunting with his son-in-law one year out in Buckskin, he told him (after Don had missed the deer with his bow) that he (Bub) could do better with a lasso rope and an ax. He was right on.
Randy & Gary (Lamoreaux), Kay’s boys especially loved to spend time with Bub since they also had the opportunity at very young ages to trap almost every weekend with Uncle Bub as well as join in the deer hunts later. Some of these experiences and memories by them are described as follows by Randy:
Our earliest memory of Uncle Bub was when we I (Randy) was just a very little boy living in Paragonah in what we called the old Blake Place which was just a part of a block west of where Uncle Bub and Aunt Erma lived. I would walk up to Uncle Bubs’ house and since I could not open the gate I would climb up on top of the fence and yell “Uncle Bub, I am here to get my pancakes”. Pretty soon he would appear and tell me to hold my horses that he couldn’t very well cook pancakes and immediately come out to let me in. He would then help me down off the fence, take me in the house and feed me pancakes. I don’t know how old I was at this time but I am sure that I was no more than 3-4 years old. The fact that I clearly remember this experience is indicative of the tremendous impression Uncle Bub made on me – both at this time and later in life when I trapped and hunted with him for several years.
Our fondest memories of Uncle Bub were several years later when we would go trapping with him every Saturday – this lasted several winters and many of the memories we have of these times are priceless. We would wait impatiently each Saturday morning for Uncle Bub to come and get us to go check the traps. This weekly sojourn was high adventure for us and there was nothing that we wouldn’t do to make sure that we could go each week. As a general rule we would call Bub on Friday night to see what time he was planning on leaving and to make sure that nothing would prevent us from making the much anticipated weekly trek up through Little Creek to Bear Valley and then down through Cottonwood. We usually set about 35 trap sets and checking them made for a long and tremendously enjoyable trip many times through very deep and crusted snow. How we managed to make this trip each Saturday for several years without ever having to walk away from Uncle Bubs’ jeep is a mystery to us. Many times we would appear to be hopelessly stuck but each time with the help of chains we managed to work our way out and safely return to Paragonah.
Pouring the coyote scent (a terrible concoction of fish guts and other horrible things) from the gallon jugs that Bub brewed it up in to smaller half pint bottles was an experience. Of course we would get it on us but never worried since we knew that we would get into more of it before the day was over.
Stopping for lunch on several bare south slopes where the sun would warm us as we ate the sandwiches that Aunt Erma always fixed for us along with the potato chips and many times homemade cookies for desert. Of course Uncle Bub always had soft drinks for us as well. Each week we would manage to get the Coyote scent on our hands prior to lunch but that didn’t seem to make the sandwiches taste anything but great.
One time we stopped at the old shack at the rock quarry in Bear Valley and going into the shack to have lunch. We had already sat down on one of the benches at the old rickety table and Uncle Bub sat down on the bench across the table and immediately jumped completely off his feet exclaiming “Holy Jeepers, I have been wounded with this darn pop opener”. (Actually there may have been some other stronger expletives but we don’t remember for sure). He had sat down on the pointed end of the beer/pop opener that he had in his back pocket and it took a formidable chunk out of his behind. From then on there was no carrying the opener in a pocket!
In addition to the trapping we have many very fond memories of Bub hunting deer in Cottonwood. Uncle Bub was the Lamoreaux family camp leader – he was undoubtedly in charge of every aspect of the camp. He planned the meal menus, did the dutch oven cooking, directed the others in the camp as to the things that they needed to do to help and last but not least he planned the hunts and told each of the 15 -20 camp hunters where they were to go on the hunt. If you got out of line he would surely let you know and if you moved too fast or too slow you were sure to hear about that as well. When we got old enough to participate in these hunts we were always on his list for going too darn fast. Many times we would hear him holler – hey you two just sit down and wait for a while – you are going too darn fast and the deer are going to go out behind you. As instructed we would sit down and wait until he let us know that we could go again. We were not the only ones who would get specific instructions as to what we were doing that was going to mess up the hunt – Clyde (Lamoreaux), Donald (Burton), Robin (Lamoreaux), Clark (Lamoreaux), Dad (Kay Lamoreaux) and others also were directed to modify their approach if Bub thought they were out of line. Everyone in the family listened to him about how to hunt because he was undoubtedly the best and most knowledgeable hunter in the family and everyone knew it. In addition to being the best at hunting Bub was also the best knife sharpener that we have ever seen.
What we remember most about him was his passion for a clean, well-organized camp that allowed each and every person to have a wonderful time. He made sure that everyone was well fed, included in the conversation and made to be welcome in his camp. I will never forget the times in Cottonwood in the big army tent that we would sit around the wood stove and listen to Uncle Bub and others reminisce about past hunts, spin yarns, sing songs , tell jokes and laugh until late into the night. (Two of the favorite songs are included at the end of this history, Tie a Knot in the Devil’s Tail and Strawberry Roan). We would then go to bed knowing that a wonderful hunt with brothers, uncles, cousins, and friends would be orchestrated by Uncle Bub early the next morning. When Uncle Bub passed away the allure and magic of the hunting camp gradually went away for most of us and it has never been the same. Although we still love to camp and hunt neither is the same without Uncle Bub who taught us how to love the outdoors and certainly showed us how to hunt deer to maximize the chances of success.
Uncle Bub was one of the kindest and most sincere person we have ever known and we both have nothing but fond memories of him and all he did for us over the years.
As mentioned above, Bub was an outstanding hunter and really understood the Cottonwood Canyon area. He could organize productive drives in areas that others could not. Bub was a master tracker and tracked many wounded deer that had supposedly gotten away. He amazed everyone with his patience and persistence as he was tracking in very difficult terrain. It really was like watching a master at work.
He was butcher and was the best at cleaning deer in the mountains as well as the livestock (pigs, sheep & cows) that he had raised for the family at home. He insisted that the animals be taken care of so that the meat was properly processed with care for the family’s use.
Another Nephew, Duane Lamoreaux (Joe’s son) made the following remarks about Uncle Bub during his funeral address. Because of Uncle Bub’s love for the mountains, I wish to read from Henry David Thoreau:
“I went to the woods because I wished to live deliberately, to front only the essential facts of life, and see if I could not learn what it had to teach, and not, when I came to die, discover that I had not lived.
Strange that so few ever come to the woods to see how the pine lives and grows and spires, lifting its ever green arms to the light, -- to see its perfect success…
Time is but the stream I go a-fishing in. I drink at it; but while I drink I see the sandy bottom and detect how shallow it is. Its thin current slides away, but eternity remains.
Uncle Bub did not discover that he had not lived when his time came. He had truly lived and fulfilled so many of what could properly be called the essential facts of life. He was a devoted husband, a kind and understanding father—one who was very close to his son and daughter, son-in-law and daughter-in-law. He took great pride in his grandchildren. May they ever honor his name.
Not long ago, Uncle Bub told me that he had whipped all of bad habits except one, and he felt that he was getting the upper hand on that.
I would say of him that he had a conscience void of offense.
I am certain that Uncle Bub would have each of us press forward in our pursuit of life. Let us resolve to follow his example in overcoming the obstacles that come into our lives. And, let us remember with pride the positive experiences we have shared with this – our dear friend, Errol Leon (Bub) Lamoreaux.
Bub passed away on Tuesday, December 9, 1975 in the McKay Dee Hospital in Ogden, Utah from emphysema after a lengthy illness. His funeral was held on December 12, 1975 in the Paragonah Ward Chapel and he was interned in the Paragonah Town Cemetery.
TIE A KNOT IN THE DEVIL’S TAIL
Way up high in the Sierra Peaks where the yellow-jack pines grow tall,
Old Buster Jeggs and Sandy Bob had round-up camp last fall,
They’d taken their horses and their runnin irons and maybe a dog or tow,
And they ‘lowed they’d brand every long-eared calf that came with their view.
Now any old doggie that flapped long ears and didn’t brush up by day,
Got his long ears whittled and his old hide sizzled in a most artistic way.
Now one fine day old Sandy Bob as he throws his seago down,
I’m tired of cow puchin-ography and allows I’m goin to town.
Well they saddled up and they hit a lope for it warn’t no sight of a ride,
And them was the days that a good cow-poke could oil up his insides.
Well they started in at Kentucky Bar at the head of a whisky row,
And they wound her up at the Depot House about forty drinks below.
Well they sets ‘em up and they turns around and they started in the other way,
And to tell the truth, them boys got drunk on that particular day.
As they were riding back to camp packin’ a pretty good load,
When who should they meet but the devil himself come prancin’ down the road.
Says’ he you ornery cowboy skunks your better hunt your holes,
Cause I’ve come up from hells rim rock to gather in your souls.
The devil be darned says Buster Jiggs, us boys is a little bit tight,
But you don’t go gatherin’ no cowboys’ souls without one heck of a fight.
So Sandy Bob punched a hole in his rope and he swang her straight and true,
And he lapped in onto the devils’ horns and he took his dallies true.
Now Buster Jiggs was a reata man with his gut-line coiled up neat,
So he shakes her out and he built a loop and he lassoed up the devils hind feet.
We they stretches him out and they tails him down while the runnin’-irons were getting hot,
And they cropped and swallow-forked both ears and they branded him up a lot.
Well they trimmed his horns way down to his head and tied knots in his tail for a joke,
And then rode off and left him here neck down to blackjack oak.
So if you’re ever up high in the Sierra peaks and hear one heck of a wail,
You’ll know it’s the devil himself yellin’ bout them knots tied in his tail.
I was hangin round town, Just spendin ma time – Out of a job, not earnin a dime
A fella steps up and he said, I suppose – You’re a bronc fighter from the looks of your clothes
Ya figures me right, I’m a good one I claim – Do you happen to have any bad ones to tame
He said he’s got one, a bad one to buck – For throwin’ good riders he’s had lots of luck
I gets all hit up and asks what he pays – To ride this old nag for a couple of days
He offered me ten, I said I’m your man – A bronc never lived that I couldn’t fan.
He said get your saddle, I’ll give you a chance
In his buckboard we hops and he drives to his ranch
I stayed until morning, and right after chuck – I stepped out to see if this outlaw can buck
Down in the horse corral standin alone – Is an old cavio, a strawberry roan
His legs are all spathered, he’s got pigeon toes - Little pig eyes and big roman nose
Little pin ears that touch at the tip – A big 44 brand was on his left hip
U-neck and all with a long lower jaw – I could see with one eye, he’s a regular outlaw
I gets the blinds on him, it sure is a fright – next come the saddle and I screws it down tight
Then I steps on him, and I raises the blind – Get out of the way boys, he’s gonna unwind
He sure is a frog walker, he heaves a big sigh – He only lacks wings for to be on the fly
He turns his old belly right up to the sun – He sure is a sun fishin son-of-a-gun
He’s about the worse bucker I’ve seen on the range
He’ll turn on a nickel and give your some change
He hits on all fours and goes up on high – Leaves me a spinnin up there in the sky
I turns over twice and I come back to earth – I lites in a cussin the day of his birth.
I know there are ponies that I cannot ride – Theres some of them left they haven’t all died
I’ll bet all my money, the man ain’t alive
That’ll stay with old strawberry when he makes his high dive.