Emma Ramsay Whipple (1903-1975) Autobiography
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My mother's 19th birthday was more meaningful because on that day she gave birth to her first baby, May 21, 1903. My grandfather, Ralph Ramsay, asked that I be named Emma in memory of his first wife in England. I was lucky to have the parents I did. We were loved, and my childhood was a happy one.
I had a severe attack of typhoid fever and experienced other diseases that plague youngsters - whooping cough, measles, mumps, etc. I attended Primary and Sunday School and I was fond of my teachers. I graduated from the eighth grade and went three years to High School.
I was 19 years old when John and I were married and lived in John's hometown - Colonia Juarez, Mexico. We had moved back to Snowflake when our baby was born. He only lived nine days and was buried beside his Grandfather Whipple. Nereece was just a baby when we lived at Standard while John worked in a sawmill.
We moved from Standard to Morenci and John worked on the Lines-Jessop Dairy. Elaine was born in Morenci, and big sister Nereece and parents were happy with a new baby.
After moving from Morenci to Fort Apache, John drove mail truck for Gilbert Udall. When the mail contract expired, John drove for the Indian Agency, and we continued to live in Fort Apache. Nereece started school here, and later Nereece, Elaine, and Grace rode the bus three miles to Whiteriver.
Three other children, Loren, Charles, and Carol were born during the time we lived in Fort Apache. Loren had a long severe illness and was in the hospital for sixty-one days.
After leaving Fort Apache, we went to Moab to get medical help for John. His health improved, and he leased a dry land farm from Jim Hatch, and we moved out on the farm on Boulder - twelve miles from Monticello. We would move into town for school in winter. Our youngest daughter, Anneva, was born on the farm.
When our children graduated from High School, they went away to college or married. Loren enlisted in the Navy Air Corps. Charles took R.O.T.C. Training at Utah State and went into the service as an officer in the Air Force.
My health wasn't too good for a number of years. I was in and out of the hospital in Monticello and Moab, and finally went to the L.D.S. Hospital in Salt Lake City for surgery. I had my gall bladder removed, and my health improved.
John and I were called as Stake Missionaries and met some very fine people during that time. In January 1957 John was hospitalized several weeks with a heart attack. When he was able, we came to Mesa and spent several weeks in a warmer climate. John died in July 1957, and I felt that life wasn't worth living without my dear companion.
Our children were married and in homes of their own, except for Carol and Anneva. I and the two girls came to Mesa. Carol worked in a bank, and Anneva enrolled in school. I bought a home in Mesa and sold the house in Monticello.
Carol married Roger Mortensen from Lehi. Anneva married Ray McCain. Nereece and Eldon live in Monticello, Utah. Grace and Byron live in Moab, Utah. Charles and Gloria are in Salt Lake City. Loren and Joanne are in San Jose, California, and Don and Elaine live in Buena Park, California.
I've visited often with my family, traveling to and from their homes either by bus or plane, and always enjoying seeing them.
I have twenty-two grandchildren and nine great grandchildren. One grandson, Terrance Eastin, went on a mission to Hong Kong, China, and another grandson, John Whipple, is on a mission in Maryland area at the present time.
A cousin, Rose Baldwin, and I went by chartered plane on a conducted tour by BYU to the pageant at Hill Cumorah and other early church historical places. It was a trip to long remember.
In July 1972 I was hospitalized because of heart failure, and since then I haven't been very dependable, and I have accomplished very little. My family have all been so kind and considerate to me, and I'm grateful to every one of them.
At Easter time 1973, all my children came to see me. They had planned to surprise me, and I certainly was. It seemed too good to be true to have them all with me again. For the first time since their father's funeral, they were all together in almost sixteen years.
I'm grateful to Heavenly Father for all my blessings, and for all my loved ones. My brother and sisters, together with their companions and families, are all so dear and precious to me, and I'm truly thankful for the parents that are mine.
Em passed away January 17, 1975 in Mesa, Arizona. Funeral Services were held Monday, January 20th at the 10th Ward in Mesa. Service and burial was at Monticello, Utah the following day, January 21, 1975.
Valentines; Letter from Emma Ramsay Whipple to her mother, Maud Ramsay
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February 10, 1959 3501 Machada Santa Clara, California
Mother, I'm writing a note to say "Thank You" for the Valentines you've made for Dora and me when we were sending Valentines in years gone by.
I remember that it took hours of your time making valentines for us - paper, pencils, scissors, etc. were spread on the kitchen table, a paste made of flour and water was used where it was needed. Sample wallpaper patterns from Montgomery Wards catalogue made pretty valentines, and pictures of flowers cut out from a seed catalogue enhanced and made more elaborate any valentine.
You could fold paper into various sizes, then cut with your scissors. In no time at all it seemed, you'd have a valentine ready for a finishing touch. You could cut hearts of different sizes, scalloped, oblong, or square folders in which Dora and I could print or write different verses that appealed to us. I seem to remember that the one we used most was, "Roses are red, Violets are blue; sugar is sweet, and so are you." We would write "you" in small or large letters according to how a person appealed to us. Dora loved everyone, so the "YOU" on her valentines usually took up most of the room on the valentine. I varied mine - some kids I liked better than others, so I'd write "you" smaller or larger according to how well I liked the person.
You'd see that enough valentines were made, Mother, for all the kids in town. Those youngsters that you thought might not get as many as some others you'd make extra for and print their names, and maybe put a "guess who" or a "?" on so I think because of your thoughtfulness, Mother, that there wasn't a kid in Snowflake that didn't get at least one valentine from Ramsays.
Both of us (Dora and I) had to have a large, especially beautiful valentine for our teacher. We'd put those in the Valentine Box at school. At least two teachers would get valentines that were made just for them. You usually made two alike so we wouldn't think one of us was getting to give our teacher something any prettier than the other one was getting. Dora nearly always let me choose first from the pile of valentines, but I can see now how diplomatic you were, Mother, in making a lot in different kinds, it saved you listening to arguments and everyone was satisfied. We could put any finishing touch we liked on them - seems to me now that Dora put as many colors and decorations on as she could - she probably knew the sooner she got her mark on them the less she would have to give me if I wanted any extra ones. She was always more generous than was necessary but I loved her generosity - not just for valentines but for all the years we were home. No one else had a sister as sweet as Dora - I'm more sure of that now than I was then.
Those valentines that weren't put in the boxes in our class rooms for the party were distributed at night. We would leave before dark, and it was fun to kick on the doors, then run before we could be caught. Sometimes we didn't mind being caught because we liked to hear them say, "How pretty."
I remember one Valentines Day especially well. Weather was cold and there was snow on the ground. February 14th must have come on Saturday that year, we weren't in school I know. Anyway, Mother, you had baked heart shaped cookies, hundreds of them I suppose. We put them in a couple of #10 lard buckets. Dad harnessed the team to a one-seated buggy. Dora and I put on leggings, overshoes, hoods, and coats, then you had a quilt to put over our laps. We had warm mittens that Grandma Ramsay had made for us (with string to put around our necks so if one mitten got lost both would be and we'd have to go with cold hands. They weren't often lost because you used to secure the string in the back under our coat collar as an extra precaution.) It was still early afternoon when we started, Dora, myself, Dad, and you, Mother. We were taking valentine cookies to our friends this time. We went up as far as Flake's Ranch and the reservoir. We went up one street and down another. We stopped at nearly every house I guess, and you folks would wait while Dora and I took cookies in lieu of a paper valentine. We were very generous with the cookies too, if there were a dozen in the family we'd leave 12 cookies - no one was slighted or left out. I believe everyone from the youngest to the oldest person in Snowflake got a cookie that Valentines Day. How we enjoyed the ride and the pleasant afternoon - so many fine neighbors and friends as Maud and Ralph Ramsay had - and relatives too. That day will live long in my memory as being one of the most outstanding days of my childhood. Upon our return home not even Dora's lament, "No cookies left for us?" could dim the joy we'd felt that afternoon, for you, Mother, dear, had plenty of cookies put up for us.
And do thank you, Mother, for the Valentines Days of yesteryears that you made memorable to your children.
I'll never forget one valentine that Dora got. I don't remember the shape or the picture, but the verse said, "You hog, you pig, you swine, I choose you for my Valentine. I choose you from among the rest Because I thought you could root the best." Dora was furious! She didn't like that epitaph at all. There wasn't anything funny at all about it as far as she was concerned. You really had a time trying to persuade her it was just a joke - didn't really mean that the person didn't like her, but probably the person liked her more than anyone else because they'd think she (Dora) would think it very clever. The next year Dora put on nearly every Valentine, "You hog, you pig, you swine, etc." instead of "Roses are red, and Violets are blue." --Emma Ramsay Whipple Be My Valentine
The life of John Jacob Whipple from the time of his birth and when he settled in the States
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My father, John Jacob Whipple, was born April 3rd of 1899 In Colonia Juarez, Chihuahua Mexico. He was the first child born to Charles Whipple and Mary Louise Walser. He was born into a polygamist family. My grandfather’s first wife was Annie Catherine Hansen and she already had four children when my father was born to his second wife—Mary Louise Walser. When he was eleven the two families in the little Mormon colony along with the other members of the church were driven out of Mexico by the forces of Poncho Villa. They arrived in El Paso, Texas in very dire circumstances; almost destitute. Aunt Caddi was extremely ill and was admitted to a hospital as soon as they arrived. This left Mary Louse with children from both families; they—at this time—had a total of 14 dollars between the two families. Charles had been asked to stay behind in Mexico to help others receive sanctuary. While they were in El Paso Mary gave birth to a daughter, Eva. Shortly after that her son, Marvin, died. As with the early saints leaving Nauvoo, life was not easy for these saints. When Charles joined them he moved the families to Arizona in the Show Lo, Snowflake area. They lived on a ranch for at least two years when Mary Louise started to miss home, so Charles took her and her children back to Mexico where she could be with her family. Here she had another son named Alma. Mary Louise died when he was six months old. They had very good friends by the name of Ted and Christine Solomon wanted to adopt the baby because they weren’t able to have children. Charles said they could raise Alma but they couldn’t adopt him and change his name. They raised him to adult hood. The children came back out to Arizona where Charles was killed in a tragic accident. He was hauling logs with a wagon and the horses were frightened by an automobile and the wagon was overturned. Which left all of their children to be orphans. John and Louise, the two oldest, did all they could to keep the family together with the help of Charles’s first wife which the called Aunt Caddy. Aunt Caddi had a son named Charles who was very close to John. John and Charles rode the rails to California to try and find work. They were without sums so a kindly Sherriff allowed them to spend the night in Jail were they could sleep. Ruth, one of John’s younger sisters, tells a story about how excited they were when Johnny came home with a bright shiny penny for all of them. During this time he met and fell in love with Emma Ramsay. He went back to Mexico to make a living working in apple orchards. While he was there he decided he couldn’t live without Emma, so he sent her money to take a train from Holbrook, Arizona to El Paso, Texas where he would meet her. They met in El Paso and were married at the home of his cousin Willard Whipple by Bishop Arlo Pierce. They went back to Mexico, unfortunately the apple crop failed that year and they returned to Arizona where their first child John Waldo was born prematurely and lived for only nine days. -Told from my grandmother Anneva Whipple McCain
From letter by Emma Ramsay Whipple to Clarence Ramsay, January 24, 1962, Buena Park, Calif.
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This is written especially to say "Happy Birthday" to you, brother dear, and to tell you, Clarence, that I love you dearly. You are someone very special and I am so very very thankful for you. You've always been so sweet to me and mine, never never too busy to lend a helping hand to others. All these things may not seem important to you but someone remembers the kind things you do and the pleasant smile and word of greeting you always have for everyone.
I've been sitting here, just thinking and remembering back - in some ways it seems so long ago then again I can remember some things so clearly - I wish I could put on paper the way I feel in my mind - my heart is full of gratitude. I can't put into words the things I'd like to say so you could understand my feelings. I doubt if I could even express myself if I were talking to you.
It doesn't seem so long ago (at least not right at this moment) since that January day in Snowflake when two precious babies came to the Ramsays. There were days of anxiety and watchful watching over you, Clarence and Mother. You were so tiny and frail - a "blue baby" and I'm sure there was great concern as to whether or not you'd survive. But it seems that we were so worried about Mother - she hadn't been too well all the while she was pregnant then complications set in - she didn't have regular checkups and a doctor's care like mothers-to-be have now. She probably thought she would be alright - her thoughts were centered on the baby that was expected, and so, as Mother had always done, she was more concerned about doing for her family instead of taking things easier herself. After long hours of pain and hard labor Mother was rewarded for all she had suffered, by having not one baby, but two precious little ones. And she was so happy! Especially was she grateful for their first son. Dad was in McNary working at the time so wasn't home - John went for him later. A while after you twins were born Mother went into convulsions. Dr. Heywood, Aunt Eliza and others worked faithfully and never left Mother's bedside. It seemed like she was beyond human help. The Elders came and administered to her - the family prayed together for her recovery. You and Clara were prayed for, that you would both grow to maturity and fill the full measure of your creation. I can't remember how long it was before Mother seemed out of danger but it was a long long time. She was administered to often and it seemed as long as the Priesthood was near she was better. Dr. Haywood told us that a physician's skill didn't save Mother - we all recognized and know that the prayers offered in her behalf were answered and Our Heavenly Father blessed her and restored her to health so that her greatest desire might be realized - that of raising her family until they were grown to maturity. After those first few weeks mother was able to care for you and Clara - we could see a change in you and your color was tinged with pink, you grew fingernails and toenails, you would take more when you ate and each day found you a little stronger. Mother made a remarkable recovery and to all of those that seen her, said it seemed like a miracle. How could any of us ever doubt the power of prayer and the influence for good in one holding the Priesthood? I'm sure I must appreciate that more as I grow older altho I think that's always been very important to me. I'm most grateful Clarence that you have that gift and blessing and can use it in your home. Kevin, too, is receiving those blessings as he has been ordained a deacon now. Then there's those other boys, Jason, Tyson, and Erwin Pete - I'm not forgetting the girls, Aleta, Sheila and Delta - all of them precious and dear. Clarence and Shirley, you both have so much to be thankful for. You have each other - appreciate that and be thankful every minute of your lives that you do have each other. And before you realize it your family will be grown! That comes all too soon.
Seems like quite a while now since I left Mother. She was sleeping when I went into her room at 5:45 the morning I left with Grace for Utah. I don't know whether or not I've even been missed but I've missed Mother and folks I left there.
We all wonder why this affliction came to Mother and it's hard for us to understand or accept but I know Mother's faith never wavered - she lived all her life doing acts of kindness and mercy for others - her family was never neglected - her capacity to love and serve others was boundless. And those who know her love and admire her for her many sterling qualities.
I just wonder now what Mother would do without her family. What if she had never had you Clarence and Clara? You've both been her pride and joy and so dear and close to her. I know each one of us love Mother and are most concerned about her and we all hope and pray that so long as she lives she will be spared pain and being confined to her bed for a long time. I can understand Mother's love and feelings for her family because I feel the same for mine - They're my most priceless possessions.
Want you to know Shirley, that I love you, and appreciate you. You're the family same as those my sisters chose for their companions. I know, Shirley, you are concerned, same as Clarence, in things that the family does or doesn't do, and I want to tell you I love you - you've been kind and understanding with me and I wouldn't hesitate at any time to come to you for help if necessary. Since we only have one brother I can without any exception say that you are my favorite sister-in-law just like I can say Clarence is my very best brother!
I've certainly enjoyed my visit with my family during the weeks I've been with them. ...