A short history of Elizabeth Watkins Allan. Written by Hazel T. Baird (granddaughter) Edited by Allan B. Barker (grandson)
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The name "Watkins" is of Welsh origin. It is derived from "Walter" who was nicknamed "Wat". Those related to him were distinguished as "kin". The "s" was added to signify the "sons of Watkin". A Welsh leader named Watkin Watkin moved from Wales to England in 1410, and families bearing the Watkins name were early residents of British Hereford and counties in the vicinity of London. The John Watkins family were active in the town of Maidstone, Kent, England and John was an architect and builder as was his father. John was the third son in the family of Thomas and Sarah Jordon Watkins. The family belonged to the Church of England.
John was quick, active and of good intelligence and made rapid advancement in everything he undetook to do, seeming to be older than his years. So it was not surprising that at an early age of seventeen he fell in love with Margaret Ackhurst from the neighboring town of Faversham. Their parents were much opposed to them forming a serious attachment at that early age, but John and Margaret were determined to have their own way so they had their banns announced in another village where their parents would not hear of it. When the time of the announcement was over, they eloped and were married. John now found himself with much responsibility. On 31 Jan 1852, their first child was born at Maidstone, Kent, England. This was a daughter they named Elizabeth. This same year the family moved to London where John found ready work. It was while living here that they heard the Gospel and were converted and baptized in 1852. In 1854 John's father passed away unexpectedly, leaving John the settle the estate, but his mother was so angry with him for marrying so young and the joining the hated Mormons that she disowned him and never was reconciled. Elizabeth, only two years old, did not realize what was taking place. That same year Elizabeth's brother John Thomas was born.
Because of the great persecution, John and his good wife Margaret with their two children decided to leave their native land and emigrate to Utah. They had to practically give away their property, realizing only enough to pay their debts and passage on the sail ship 'Horizon'. Elizabeth was four years old, but she with her parents stood on the deck and waved "good bye" to their home as their ship sailed out to sea. The voyage was smooth and uneventful and in five weeks they docked in Boston harbor. There were 836 passengers on board, all members of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints. The emigrants rode from Boston to Iowa City in crowded box cars. The seats along the sides were fitted one above the other like bleachers in a ball park. They arrived in Iowa City 8 July 1856 and were told the camp was four miles further on and that they must walk there and carry all their belongings. They hadn't gone far when a thunder storm drenched them through. Elizabeth walked with the rest sliding and slopping in the mud. Upon reaching camp at dark they were crowded into tents and had to sleep in their wet clothes all night.
Elizabeth's father along with others in the company began making their handcarts. all the dry wood had been used by persons of the previous companies so their carts had to be fashioned out of green wood. This caused many problems along the way and carts were always breaking down and causing delays and very few carts had covers to protect their contents. At Florence, Neb. they were given Edward Martin and Daniel Tyler, veterans of the Mormon Battalion as their captains. The company was delayed five weeks at Florence making it 26 July 1856 before the long train of handcarts began their long trek to the valley of the Great Salt Lake. Elizabeth's father was the bugler for the company and called the saints to arise in the morning and to retire for prayers and sleep.
As the carts broke down they were further delayed and their flour had to be rationed, finally to four ounces for adults and two ounces for children. Elizabeth walked most of the way beside their cart and as winter came on early that year, the captain said their carts must be lightened, so Elizabeth, her little brother John and their parents had to part with coats, quilts and cooking utensils; everything that could be dispensed with. Every night someone died and one morning 14 were dead. The ground was frozen hard and they had no shovels with which to dig, so the snow was scooped away and the bodies were covered with snow and brush. As they progressed a few miles further along the trail, Elizabeth could hear the howl of the wolves as they devoured the dead bodies.
As they reached the last crossing of the Platte River, winter began in all its fury. The river was filled with ice and slush and the women and children refused to wade across. Finally some young 16 and 17 year old boys volunteered to carry them across on their backs and this they did making several trips. This heroic deed soon cost every one of these boys their lives. Elizabeth's feet were badly frozen and she was glad when the captain ordered a halt. Her father blew the bugle which was a sign to put up their tents and upend their carts to make a bit of a shelter from the blizzard, here they expected to die. It was 12 miles above the Platte River at what is known as south pass or Martin's Cove. It was Oct. and conference time in S.L.C. when Brigham Young received word that there were people out on the trail freezing and dying. He called for volunteers of men, wagons, teams with provisions and clothing to go to the rescue. As they reached the Martin Company, they found that nine more had died during the three day blizzard. They arrived in Salt Lake Valley on 30 Nov 1856 and were cared for by saints until they were well again.
Her father and his family were called to settle Provo and Elizabeth lived there until she was 13 years old. The family then moved to Midway in Wasatch County. Her father made the first bricks there and built a beautiful home which is now registered as one of the historical homes of Utah. As a young girl Elizabeth walked from Midway to Provo and back to Midway many times, stopping in Provo Canyon over night with friends of her parents. This was a minimum of 15 miles. Since she was the oldest of John Watkins 32 children, she knew what hard work meant. Her father had married two more women while living in Provo which gave him three wives. Her mother was a mid-wife and seemed to be gone day and night, cheerfully helping out where ever she was needed. Elizabeth's mother had eight children, six boys and two girls. Two of the boys died as babies, one named Samuel, three days old and the other named Frederick, seven months old.
As a youth living in Midway there were happy times and sad times for Elizabeth. One of the happy tomes was watching a young man who lived in Midway do a grown man's work. He harvested grain with a cradle. Day after day he worked in the fields outdoing others by two acres. Where others would do three acres a day, he would do five and that was a big days work. He was Charles Edward Allan, son of Joseph Allan and Zillah Player Allan. Elizabeth and Charles me, fell in love and were married in the Endowment House in S.L.C. on 6 July 1869. She was then 17 years old. They traveled to S.L.C. by horse and wagon, taking three days to go and three days to return. They made their first home in Springville, Ut on what was then called Sage Creek, now called Hobble Creek.
In 1883 they homesteaded some land on Mapleton Bench near the beautiful Wasatch mountains. They built a one-room log cabin having a slab roof covered with clay and when it rained it leaked badly. Elizabeth gave birth to a baby boy in this cabin. A wagon cover was placed over the bed while this child named Henry was born. As the children became old enough they were taught to work on this farm. Many times they would walk from Springville up to the dry farm through the deep sand on the bench. There was no well on the place so water had to be hauled in barrels. Five 40 gallon barrels were loaded on a wagon, and then were driven to the nearest well where they would be filled. After three years, a man was hired to dig a well. He dug a hole 75 feet deep which they lined with timber. A bucket was used to draw up the water, having a valve on the bottom that would open to fill and shut when it was full. In the winter the family moved back to Springville so the children could attend school.
In 1890 the family bought 30 acres of irrigated land in Mapleton and built a brick home. Here the last two children were born making 12 in all. However two of them passed away; one a boy in infancy and the other a boy 14 years old who died of typhoid fever. She loved her children dearly and after the ones married she loved to visit them. Hooking the horse to the buggy and driving to West Mountain, Payson, Utah to visit her oldest married daughter, Rebecca was a real treat. She would stay all night and maybe two nights, and then drive back home again.
In August of 1911 a Black Hawk reunion was held in Midway and Elizabeth wanted to attend. She had relatives living there and wanted to go to the reunion. While there she had her sister's son take here in the buggy to visit around. As they passed a burning barn the horse became frightened and ran away tipping the buggy over into a deep ditch. She was taken to her sister's home where she was thought to be improving but she must have been injured internally for she passed away a short time later on 16 August 1911 leaving four unmarried children. She was buried in the Springville Evergreen Cemetery. Elizabeth Watkins Allan was my grandmother.
Charles Edward Allan Written by Martha Allan Houtz, daughter.
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Charles Edward Allan
Written by Martha Allan Houtz, daughter of Charles E. Allan.
Copied by Hazel T. Baird, granddaughter of Charles E. Allan.
Charles Edward Allan was born in St. Louis, Missouri August 4, 1847 of the marriage of Joseph Allan and Zillah Player, the former a native of Yorkshire England while the latter was born in London, England. Joseph, the father, was a blacksmith, and machinest by trade. When he came to America, he crossed the plains in 1851 in John Brown’s company. The family spent a winter in Salt Lake and then moved to Provo, Utah. Here Joseph worked in the first sugar factory in Utah. He was afterwards sent to Sweetwater, Wyoming to do repair work and shoe oxen for the emigrants going to the gold fields of California. He was there the time the crickets came and his wife and children were still in Utah. Almost every green leaf was eaten off to the top of the ground. Zillah and her two small cons had been without bread for weeks and the only things they could find to eat were such things as Dandelion roots, Pig Weed roots, carrots and other vegetables that were left so far underground that the crickets couldn’t find them. They got a small quantity of wheat in a trade someway and the mother ground it in a hand mill and fried some little cakes for her two little boys, Charles and Joseph. They would hold up their hands for more and the mother cried as she saw how hungry they were.
They then moved to Heber, Utah and it was here that they met many Indians. There were only two other families there at that time. They had to take turns guarding. Charles took his turn standing guard and his brother Joseph was sent to help herd the cows and also to blow the horn when to take the cows out to pasture and also when to bring them in. The family afterwards moved to Midway, Utah. At this time Charles was doing a man’s work. He purchased a cradle for cradling grain. Day after day was spent in the fields at harvest time and he could far out do his brother or his father by two acres. Where they would get three acres done, he would have five acres and that was a big day’s work.
Later the family moved to Springville, Utah and it was while they were living here that Zillah passed away in 1887 and Joseph in 1897. To them were born seven children, Charles being the eldest. He learned the blacksmith trace from his father as did also his brother, Joseph, who took that as his vocation for life, but Charles preferred farming. While a young man he was sent to San Pete County among the Indians as an interpreter as he could talk the Indian language very fluently. While living in Midway he formed the acquaintance of Elizabeth Watkins, the eldest daughter of Bishop John Watkins of Midway. They were married in the Endowment House in Salt Lake City July 24, 1869. They traveled there by wagon and horses taking three days to go and three days to return. They made their home in Springville, Utah but homesteaded at Mapleton, Utah in 1883. About 1890 the old Firefield place was purchased in Mapleton and a brick home was built there. The last two children were born in this home making twelve children in all. One child died in infancy and a boy fourteen years old died of Typhoid Fever. All the children had Typhoid fever at this time.
On the homestead dry land grain was raised successfully year after year and Charles E. Allan was recognized a sone of the best pioneer dry farmers in the area. He took stock raising up on the side and made a few trips east purchasing pure blood cattle. He showed his cattle at the fairs and won many prizes with them. He loved to hunt, especially the big game, the bear and the deer and his boys usually went with him on these hunts.
At the time of the Springville Bank robbery Charles and Joseph, his brothers went to the mouth of Hobble Creek Canyon where they encountered the robbers who were hid in the bushes. Joseph was shot through the leg and had to have it amputated. Elizabeth Watkins Allan died at Midway August, 16,1 1911 of injuries received when the horse, which was hooked to a buggy, ran away and tipped the buggy over. She was visiting her people there at the time. Charles passed away at his home in Mapleton, July 24, 1925. Elizabeth and Charles are both buried in the Evergreen Cemetery in Mapleton, Utah.
History of Anne Rebecca Allan Twede
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Anne Rebecca Twede
My mother, Anne Rebecca Allan Twede was born 1 Oct. 1880 in Springville, Utah Co., Utah near what was then known as Sage Creek, now Hobble Creek. Her father was Charles Edward Allan, born in St. Lewis, Missouri 4 Aug. 1847. He came to Utah in John Brown’s Company in 1851. Her mother was Elizabeth Watkins, born 31 Jam. 1852 in Maidstone, Kent, England. She crossed the plains with her parents in the Edward Martin Handcart Co. arriving in Salt Lake City the last day of Nov. 1856.
Rebecca was the sixth child in a family of twelve. She remembers attending school in Springville, her first teacher being Miss Anna Friel and later a Miss McCoard. She was baptized in Hobble Creek 26 April 1890 by James E. Hall. This is according to the Church Historians Office as found by her sister Martha Houtz. There was a question about her baptism and according to Ward records her date was not known.
When she was about eight years old the family moved to Mapleton as the bench land south and east of Springville was known. Her father was a very successful dry farmer in what was called the “Big Hollow.” This land was located very near to the mountain. The family lived in a two room log house with a dirt roof. The stove was set between the two rooms. Later a howery was built on and here the family ate in the summer time. It must have been pleasant to sit there so close to the beautiful mountain and watch the lights and shadows play hide and seek in the maples, the oakbrush, the aspens and evergreens. Wild life was abundant and she grew to know the animals and the birds. Her father and brothers were great hunters, bringing home the deer, the bear, the mountain lions and bobcats.
Even as a child there was much work to be done, herding sheep and cattle, shocking grain and cuttin corn. There in the winter months there was school in Springville. She was still a very young girl when she went to work for other families, families where new babies had just been born. She did the washing on the old wash board, the ironing with the sad irons heated on the kitchen stove, the cleaning, scrubbing and cooking, yes, all the work for a few meager pennies a day. This money had to be saved and used to clothe and take care of herself for where there were many mouths to feed each one had to do his or her share.
But there were also the good times shared with each other. There was an organ in the home which her sister Margaret played. Her father played the violin, her brothers the horns and the drums so there were many happy hours spent singing and playing. There were sleigh rides in the bob sleigh and her father owned a fancy cutter to which he hitched a little spirited black mare. The children were tucked in under bearskins and off they would go skimming over the ice and snow, the sleigh bells ringing, out so loud and clear. Then there were the home dramas; molasses and honey candy pulls and parching corn. Of course with all the brothers and sisters there was never a dull moment….
…about a quarter of a mile away. Other than that there was one family living more than a mile north, Joseph Wignall, another a mile south, James McBeth, and another a mile east, Amasa Jones.
It took all day for my mother to drive the two horses hitched to a buggy to reach our new home, my father drove the loaded wagon. It was March and the frost was just coming out of the ground and the mud was hubcap deep. From Spanish Fork we followed the old road through the Salem fields coming out just west of the Payson cemetery. That night real old “south Wester” came up and we were afraid to stay in the so called house as it wasn’t braced too well so we took our quilts and went out into the wagon and tried to rest, but the wind and the coyotes veid with each other to see which could howl the louder. Then there was a large herd of long horned, shite faced cattle that roamed through the country, as there were no fences, and these mow came up bellowing and pawing up the earth. It was a hectic night and we were thankful for the daylight. The drinking water had to be hauled for quite a long distance, sage brush grew where the road was supposed to be. There was no electricity, we used coil oil lamps; no mail and no school bus. Mother and Father were real pioneers on this new land. Mother helped milk a herd of cows, we separated the milk and sold the cream over to the Benjamin Creamery. She also raised turkeys and these paid the taxes each year for many years. We also had chickens, which we had to watch carefully while small because weasles often got in and killed many along with the little turkeys. Then when they were older we had to battle the coyotes, these were often so bold they would go right into the coop and steal the chickens off the roost.
At this time there were only two Wards in Payson, the First and Second and Mother and Father were now members of the Payson Second Ward in the Nebo Stake. On Sunday mornings the horse was hitched to the buggy and we went to Church. In the winter time rocks were heated to keep out feet warm and we wrapped up in a large lap robe. Mother became a member of the Relief Society of this Ward
It took much longer to build the Strawberry reservoir, the canals and laterals than was anticipated. My father and his brother became the first successful dry farmers in this area. The land was cleared and plowed and wheat planted. Thousands of bushels of dry land grain was harvested with a header, a machine that just clipped the heads of the grain. This machine was pulled by eight head of horses. The heads of grain fell into a specialty built wagon and there stacked into stacks to await the thresher. My mother used to cook for the threshers and there were usually eight or ten hungry men around to be fed each meal for about a week.
As the canals were nearing completion other families began buying up ground and building a few homes. It was a great day when the water finally filled the canals and could be turned out upon the thirsty land. A sugar factory was built by the Utah Idaho Sugar Co. and many acres of beets were raised. A boarding house was built in connection with the factory and mother began making butter and supplying them with churned seven or eight pounds of butter every other day, Mother was known for her good butter. A cafe in town operated by Paul Wirthlin also used her butter.
Payson had a boom period at this time and many new homes were built and finally out on the mountain we got the phone, then a school wagon and the mail. But the roads were still bad, the school wagon often had to have four horses to pull it through.
After living eleven years in the granary which had two rooms built on to it in the meantime, mother and father moved into a new home which they had built near to the granary or old home. They had it wired for electricity hoping someday the power would come out but it was not until 1929 that the button could be pushed and the lights would flash on. What a great day that was, no more turning the washer by had to wash the clothers, no more heating up the old sad irons on a hot summer day to iron the clothes. An electric washed and an electric iron were really dreams come true.
Payson was growing so now a new ward was created by dividing the Second Ward. The new ward was known as the Third Ward and now my parents belonged to the new ward. The meetings were held in the Tabernacle and a fund was now started to build a new chapel. My father was a High Councilman in the Nebo Stake at this time. There were a number of children living out on West Mountain at this time and Mother was set apart as the leader of a Neighborhood Primary, this was in 1927 and for three years she held Primary in a vacant house, this was during the summer time only.
My parents had worked hard and were now in a position where they could enjoy life a little more but father’s health was not very good and each year he seemed to get worse. Then 3 Sept. 1931 he passed away. This was a great trial to my dear mother but she is not one to give up so kept herself busy and occupied. Then came the depression of the “thirties” 1932 and the banks closed their doors. The savings my father had left mother were all lost. This was another test coming so soon after her husband’s death. Did she give up? No—she only worked the harder. She became first counselor to President Rose Tervort in the Third Ward Relief Society. This was 16 Oct, 1932 which position she held until 1 August 1937. The Third Ward had also lost their savings in the depression and bank’s closing and it was a goodly sum by then, so the Relief Society had to work hard to raise funds for the new chapel and to replace the funds which were lost. There were countless banquets, bazaars and programs and mother worked at these night and day. She also actually helped with the construction of the chapel, hauling cement and bricks to the workers.
In August of 1935, Mother was sustained as first counselor to President Bera Cloward in the Nebo Stake Relief Society which position she held for nine years. She had not been released from her Ward position so she worked in both ward and stake Relief Society, holding both positions at the same time for two years. It was about this same time that the Welfare Plan was being introduced and many and long were the hours and days she spent in that work. She used her car to take the sisters to the many meetings which must be attended and saw that they got back home again. She also taught Sunday School in the Payson Third Ward after the new chapel had been completed.
January 16, 1949 the new West Ward was created and Mother was selected as Teacher’s Topic Leader in the new West Ward Relief Society which position she held until the Fall of 1959. She has also been a visiting teacher in the Relief Society for many years honored by Nebo Stake Relief Society for having served so well and so long.
Then in the summer of 1952 the West Ward had as one of its projects to raise funds for a new chapel and queen contest. Mother was chosen as the queen, receiving 4000 votes. This event took place at the ground breaking ceremonies for the new ward August 8, 1952. A float was made by the Ward and this float with Mother as the queen was entered in the Payson Onion and Harvest Day’s parade and received much favorable comment. A silk quilt called “Rebecca Star” was presented to her at this time by the West Ward Relief Society, it’s colors blue and gold. It was called the “Rebecca Star” because mother made the pattern and marked many quilts. Numerous silk quilts used this design having been made by the West Ward Relief Society and given as gifts to young people as they have married.
On Oct. 1, 1960 Mother was 80 years old and it was decided by members of her family to hold open house for her so all her friends and dear ones could greet her and wish her a Happy Birthday. So the West Ward Recreation Hall was hired for this occasion and we decorated it with beautiful Fall flowers. Her only living sister, Martha Houtz, was asked to be with her to help greet the guests. Martha’s daughter, Mozelle and her husband John Cox came and John played his violin and Mozelle accompanied him. Also Mary J. McClellan played the organ for about an hour, Also Elsie Eckersley gave several violin selections accompanied by Kenneth Shepherd. Vocal numbers were given by a trio, Norma Rindlesbacher, Donna Hiatt and Elaine Schramm accompanied by Betty Hurst. Betty Hurst also sang and she was accompanied by Mary J. McClellan. Guests were asked to sign the guest book and many called during the afternoon and evening. Mother’s grandchildren helped greet the guests at the door, took turns at the guest book and helped in the kitchen with the refreshments. Her great grandchildren helped to serve. It was a happy occasion.
In the Spring of 1960, May, she was chosen as First Vice Captain of the Daughters of the Utah Pioneers and is not busy helping in this capacity. The D.U.P. Christmas Party is always held at her home with the fireplace lighted and a Christmas tree in place. Everyone loves to go to mothers, she is such a good hostess.
Mother loves to crochet and has made a great many crocheted articles such as bedspreads, table cloths, pillow cases, doilies, baby sweaters and bonnets, and beautiful handkerchiefs. She loves to quilt and is one of the very best quilters of the ward and Stake.
Mother is one who loves her fellow men, loves to be of service. She loves the Gospel and seldom misses one of her meetings. Never has she shirked any responsibility which she has accepted but is always prompt and willing to do more than her share. She is my wonderful Mother. She was my playmate when I was a child, my companion and very best friend as a teen ager. We have laughed and cried together. May the Lord continue to bless her that she may enjoy many more years of good health and have happiness and joy in rich abundance.