Multiple histories and notes by and of Charlotte May Stolworthy (Hoyt)
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The following are various notes and histories of and sometimes even by Charlotte May Stolworthy (Hoyt). Unfortunately these items were copied into my genealogical computer program prior to my keeping accurate source records and so I do not know where they came from - possibly from some Fackrell Family Organization archives which I received from that organization in 2001 or 2002 prior to that organization's eventual demise. These items are presented here with the above-noted lack of sources:
I was home for my 85th birthday and Mother's Day. People had asked me if any of my children were coming home for my birthday. I said no. No one had mentioned it. So, all I might expect would be for Tom and Joyce to run in as they do quite often.
That certain morning I was sitting at the table before washing my dishes. I was thinking about all my kids and wondering what they were doing. To my great surprise, an arm was placed around my shoulders and I looked up. There was Rah Nell's face right in front of me, saying "Happy Birthday, Mom. Happy Birthday." I cried, "Oh, Rah Nell, it can't be. It just can't possibly be." Then I heard some one giggle behind me. It was LaVee. This brought enough life into me that I got up. I was so happy. I just couldn't believe it could possibly be so. I began to wonder who else might come. I knew Aleena couldn't come because Kyla had a new baby and needed her help. Bill lived in California and there was a big gas shortage.
Next morning about 10 o'clock, Kyla walked in and handed me her new baby. With her were Aleena, Frank, Rod, Teo, Summer and Autumn. I asked, "Who's coming next?" Probably Tom and Joyce. Even Bill might show up.
I was so happy. I felt, oh why can't everyday be this way instead of going back to the hospital. And, then they were all here. Every child.
We had a very enjoyable time. I could almost forget about the hospital. We visited the day away with more coming and going. I thought that would be my last birthday. It was a happy one!
That evening we all went up to the Ward Hall where Wana, Elaine, Chloe and their daughters with help from Joyce and Pam had prepared a wonderful dinner for all. We had baked ham, baked potatoes, salads galore, homemade bread and rolls, pies and ice cream. We also had a beautiful cake La Vee had had made special and brought from Vegas.
There were all nine of my living children and most of their mates, grand and great grandchildren, totaling 63. They were there from California, Arizona, Oregon, Idaho and Utah. They ranged in age from 12 days to myself at 85 years. It was a happy, happy time!
November 9, 1979
The next big surprise was when Pam came for two weeks vacation and wanted me to be home with her. Bruce talked to the doctor and got his okay. He said that would be a good thing for me.
Later the big surprise to me was when Bruce told me that was a try out for Pam to see if she wanted to come take care of me and live with us. I could come home to live.
So now I am free from the hospital. I have been home for two weeks and am happy as can be.
Children - Israel and Lottie Hoyt
This is just a short sketch of each of our children, how I wish I had a full record of each child, this will just be a small part.
ISRAEL VERN HOYT, our first baby, was very welcome when he arrived at our home in Orderville, May 28, 1913. He weighed 8 ½ pounds, and had blue eyes and dark brown hair. What a thrill to hold him cuddled in my arms. He was a very sweet baby, and it was a good thing he was so good natured the way we had to learn to care for a baby all of our own.
Vern was blessed on June 6, 1913, by Bishop Henry Chamberlain. At the age of eight he was baptized in the reservoir, in Alton, by Junius Heaton, on June 3, 1921. He was confirmed on the same day by John D. Roundy. He was ordained a deacon on June 7, 1925, by Bishop John B. Heaton. On June 2 4, 1928, he was ordained a teacher by Israel Heaton. He was ordained a priest on June 1, 19 , by Heber J. Meeks, and later ordained an Elder by Bishop Quimby C. Roundy.
Vern joined the C.C. Camp, February 4, 1934. He had just recovered from the measles and had to work in the river. It was too much for him and he contacted pneumonia and was taken to the Veteran's Hospital in Salt Lake City. He died there of an embolism.
At the time we received word of his sickness our eleven month old baby had measles and whooping cough, and I was unable to go to him. I went through everything a mother could, but, my place had to be with my baby. All I could do was pray and depend on the Lord for comfort.
Vern died on May 16, 1934, and the night he was buried our baby passed away also. I always felt Vern wanted and needed him, so I tried to be brave about it. But, oh, it was hard.
Anthony Pendleton, of St. George, did his endowment work in the Temple on June 19, 1935.
ORSON CARLOS HOYT. Baby Orson was born in Orderville, January 27, 1915. He weighed 10 ½ pounds, and had dark hair and blue eyes. He was a very pretty baby, but, his life lasted only ten days. He was called back home, leaving us heart broken. Just a little soul budded on earth to blossom in Heaven. He was blessed by Bishop Henry Chamberlain in Orderville.
LAMOND HOYT. Lamond, another baby boy, came to earth just long enough to be blessed and fill our arms for eight hours. Then, he too, was called back home. I was so broken up when two babies had been taken, I could hardly control myself. Without God's help I would have been lost, but, I found a great comfort in His loving care. So, I raised my head and understood God knows what is best.
Lamond was born on January 2, 1916. He also weighed 10 ½ pounds, and had brown hair and blue eyes. He was blessed by Israel H. Esplin.
DILWORTH HOYT Dilworth was such a comfort when he arrived on April 19, 1917. We were so frightened for fear something would happen to him, but did enjoy him so much. Aunt Lettie Cox (the midwife) lived in part of our house and was a great help to us to build our spirits up and assure us all was well with our darling, even if he did cry a lot in the evenings and wanted to walk in the outdoors. I decided it was because I felt so lonely evenings before he was born.
Dilworth was blessed by Alfred R. Meeks on July 1, 1917. He was baptized on May 3, 1925, by Elmer Roundy, in the Alton reservoir, and confirmed the same day by Bishop John B. Heaton. On May 5, 1929, he was ordained a deacon by Bishop Quimby Roundy. He was ordained a teacher on August 14, 1932, by Prele George, ordained a priest on August 5, 1934, by Bishop Quimby Roundy, and ordained an Elder on August 14, 1937, by Myron Elmer Roundy.
He married Edna Mae Goulding at Panguitch, Utah, on August 17, 1936. They were both very young, very much in love and happy.
A premature baby girl was born to them on February 19, 1937, but lived just a few hours. They names her Maida. Ardith, their second daughter, was born on May 3, 1938, and EuDell, a son, was born on October 19, 1939.
When these children were very small Mae passed away on May 11, 1943. Her mother lived next door and helped Dilworth with the children.
On January 12, 1945, Dilworth joined the Army at Fort Douglas, Utah. He went from there to Fort McArthur in California, and from there to the Pacific in Japan. The war was over and he was never in action, which I was happy about. He was a rifleman, ammunitions bearer and military policeman. While he was in Japan he, Rollan and Tom were able to see one another. He was released from the military on June 1, 1946, and came back home where he lived with us for a few months.
On November 8, 1946 Dilworth married Elaine Heaton in Alton, Utah. Ardeth and EuDell made it a full family.
On September 16, 1948, they were blessed with a little girl they gave the name of LaRue. A son, Gerry H., was born on March 5, 1950, and another daughter, Jenny, was born on May 10, 1953.
Dilworth has worked in the coal mines, herding sheep and as a timber man. At present he cuts timber form Whiting Brothers in Arizona and lives in Glendale, Utah
He is 62 years old and grandfather to 19.
ROLLAN HOYT. Rollan, our little curly headed boy, came to join us on April 27, 1919. He was blessed on May 5, 1919, by Frederick C. Hoyt. He weighed 10 ½ pounds and had such pretty brown curly hair. We let it grow quite long because it was so pretty and when his father cut it short I felt terrible. Everyone noticed his hair and it made him very self conscious. He would try to plaster it down tight to his head, until he began to notice the girls and they liked it. He was very handsome.
Rollan was baptized by his father, Israel Hoyt, on June 5, 1927, in the Alton reservoir. He was ordained a deacon on April 26, 1931, by Bishop Quimby Roundy, ordained a teacher on July 8, 1934, by Quimby Roundy, and ordained an Elder on July 8, 1940, by Charles C. Heaton.
Rollan married Wana Roundy on September 10, 1940, in the St. George Temple. This was Dad's and my 28th wedding date.
They were blessed with four lovely daughters. EuLene, born on August 16, 1942, Laurel, born on February 23, 1944, Verla, born on October 6, 194 , and Sherrie, born on May 30, 1955.
When EuLene was just a baby Rollan was inducted into the Army on December 3, 1943. He trained in the states then served in Italy, France and Germany. Then to the Philippines and Japan. He was injured in Germany and has never been in really good health since. He was discharged on December 19, 1945.
Rollan was an excellent student in school, but went to work very young, only 13 years old, to help support our family. He is very talented in readings and dramatics.
Rollan has worked at many jobs...sheepherder, construction, timber, mines, produce business and presently owns and runs with his wife, a small tourist shop know as Tod's north of Alton on the Highway.
He is the proud grandfather of 10.
WILLARD HOYT. Willard was born on May 6, 1921, just missed my birthday, but many presents come just a little early so I have always called him y birthday present. One I am very proud of. He weighed 9 ½ pounds at birth, and had dark brown hair and blue eyes. Always so full of energy.
He was blessed by Charles Hepworth in Orderville, Utah, on May 14, 1921. On July 7, 1929, he was baptized in the Alton reservoir by Loyd W. Heaton, and confirmed on the same day by Bishop Quimby Roundy. He was ordained a deacon on May 7, 1933, by Byron D. Roundy, ordained a teacher on June 7, 1936, by Bishop Quimby Roundy, ordained a priest on ___ and ordained an Elder on July 30, 1939, by President Woodruff Rust.
He was very active in church and school. Played the guitar and sang.
He was Student Body President his senior year at Valley High in Orderville, and was also a top basketball player.
Willard was accidentally shot in the face by Donald Roundy on August 17, 1936. It could have been fatal but we were lucky and he survived.
After Willard graduated from High School he went to Los Angeles, California, to work. He joined the United States Army Air Force after the war broke out. He had hoped to become a pilot but it was not to be. He was stationed in Merced, California, at Merced Air Force Base, as a crew chief on the flight line.
While in Merced he met and married Evelyn Nahas. They had three sons, Michael Willard, born on February 1, 1945, Patrick Edward, born on August 5, 1946, and Ronald Timothy, born on June 25, 1949.
Bill and his boys Ronald and Michael have been very good in golf and Patrick a rodeo star.
In about 1969, Willard and Evelyn divorced and a year or two later he married Frances Lee. She had a daughter Nancy, giving him a daughter.
Willard worked for years in the Nahas Produce Company in Merced. Then he went into real estate, which is his present occupation.
He is grandpa to 2 beautiful little girls.
THOMAS CLAY HOYT. Thomas Clay was born in Orderville on September 5, 1923. We had gone from Alton in a wagon that day and he was born that night. We stayed at Aunt Chastie Chamberlain's for two weeks. Tom weighed 12 pounds, and had blue eyes and dark hair. He was our seventh son, with no daughters. Aunt Lettie, our midwife, said he would be a natural born doctor. Well, he can mend most anything pertaining to appliances, etc. but didn't have a chance at the surgical part.
Tom was blessed on September 16, 1923, by Israel H. Esplin. He was baptized on September 6, 1931, by his brother Vern in the Alton reservoir, and confirmed on the same day by Bishop Quimby Roundy. He was ordained a deacon and a teacher in 1938 by Karl S. Roundy. Sorry to say he did not advance higher in the priesthood.
Tom completed grade school and started high school, but his father was working on a ranch and got sick so Tom quit school to be with him and to help. He was very artistic. He drew very well, was good at carving and most things to be done with his hands. Also, he was a beautiful singer and played the guitar.
When he was about 16 he went to Los Angeles with Willard to work. Then worked in Las Vegas for awhile. On March 12, 1943, he enlisted in the Marines in San Diego, California.
He was in combat in the invasion of the Marshall Islands, from January 22, 1944 to March 15, of the same year, the Guam and Mariannas Islands from July 21 to August 10, 1944, and the Okinawa Ryukyes Islands from April 1 to July 7, 1945. He was in Japan with the occupation forces from August 30 to November 18, 1945. Tom was an intelligence man and rifleman. He held the rating of Corporal. He was discharged on December 21, 1945, and arrived home in Alton on Christmas Eve. What a wonderful present to have him home safely and all in one piece, though restless and unable to relax. We were very fortunate to have all our boys returned to us.
Tom worked at the sawmill for awhile then went to Merced to drive truck. There he met Joyce Hudson and they were married in Spark, Nevada, by a Mormon bishop on August 30, 1947. They were blessed with one girl, Pamela Joyce, born on July 25, 1948, and three sons, Gregory Thomas, born on January 8, 1950, Dennis Warren, born on April 18, 1951, and Roger, born on December 5, 1952.
Dennis was stricken with cancer and after a year of suffering passed away on November 15, 1958, he was barely seven years old. A heart breaking time.
Tom has spent most of his married years working at trading posts in Arizona and New Mexico. He is presently at The Gap Trading Post in Arizona. He has become a motorcycle enthusiast and spends many enjoyable times riding with his children. None of whom have married.
Aleena Hoyt Okamura Aleena, was our first girl after seven sons. We had about given up and when the midwife announced it was a girl what a thrill to us. She was born on October 6, 1925, in Orderville. My smallest baby ever at 8 pounds, she had dark hair with beautiful eyebrows and eyelashes, people thought I painted them. She also had blue eyes.
Aleena was blessed October 19, 1935, by Frederick C. Hoyt. She was baptized June 3, 1934, by her father, Israel Hoyt, in the Alton reservoir, and confirmed on the same day by Herald H. Heaton.
Aleena was a talker. She walked when she was only nine months old. She was a very good girl to assume responsibility and was always a great help to me. Always good to attend her meetings and do what was asked of her. She and her sister sang a great deal in public gatherings, she playing the guitar.
When Aleena was not quite 17, she married Rollace Allen Pugh in the St. George Temple, on May 12, 1942. Rollace went into the Navy and they drifted apart and were divorced in 1947. She went to California, then to Salt Lake City. She worked as a clerk, waitress and telephone operator. In Salt Lake City she met and married Frank F. Okamura on February 3, 1949, in San Bernadino, California. Frank had a little girl which had been born September 4, 1948, who he renamed Aleena. On November 24, 1949, DeiDre was born in Sacramento, California. Then Michaela came to join them in San Francisco on December 28, 1951.
Frank was following a career in the Army and for 19 years they traveled with homes in Idaho, California, Utah, Germany and Virginia. They finally settled in Idaho Falls, Idaho, where he retired.
She and Frank are the proud grandparents of 6.
Errol Hoyt. Errol was born on February 1, 1928, and was blessed by M.E. Roundy on the same day as he was not expected to live. Thanks to our Heavenly Father he did and has always been a very good boy.
Errol was baptized on July 5, 1936, by W.A. Heaton in the Alton reservoir and was confirmed on the same day by Bishop Quimby B. Roundy. He was ordained a deacon on March 3, 1940, by Karl S. Roundy, ordained a priest by Herald H. Heaton and ordained an Elder by T. Lavoy Esplin on October 26, 1952
Errol enlisted in the Army Air Corps on January 5, 1948, at Fort Douglas, Utah. He took his basic training in San Antonio, Texas, then went to Hawaii and Johnston Island for 22 months. After his return he was based in Denver, Colorado until his discharge on January 4, 1952.
Errol has been active in church work throughout his adult life.
He married Julia Clorene Roundy on July 15, 1954, in the St. George Temple. They have four daughters and two sons. RaJan was born on June 1, 1955, Julie Rae on May 16, 1956, Susie on October 5, 1959, and Charrena, born on June 4, 1962. Their boys are Carlon Israel and Kelly Errol.
Errol has worked for Whiting Brothers Lumber Company in Fredonia, Arizona, for many years driving truck.
He has homes in both Alton and Fredonia and has done a lot of work on both of them.
LAVEE Hoyt Bibby LeVee, our second little girl was born on June 29, 1930, in Alton. She was a real lovely baby and weighed 9 pounds, with dark hair and blue eyes. She was blessed by Bishop Quimby Roundy on July 6, 1930.
LaVee was very bright and good in school. She skipped the fourth grade. When she had to go to Orderville to high school she was not at all happy and quit before she graduated. She joined Aleena in Merced, California, and later they went to Salt Lake City, Utah.
La Vee was very musical, she taught herself to play the piano and had a very sweet singing voice. She and Aleena often sang for special occasions. She was very backward at first but learned to rather enjoy it.
While in Salt Lake City, she met George Glenn Bibby, who was stationed with the Army near there and they were married on February 9, 1951.
They had two daughters Michelle Margaret, born on April 15, 1953, and Mystie May, born on May 23, 1955. Nine years later Kevin Glenn was born on September 24, 1964.
They presently live in Las Vegas, Nevada, where La Vee works in an office for one of the big Unions.
They have one granddaughter.
JOSIAH HOYT. Little Si was born on June 13, 1933, in Alton. He was another little curly headed boy, blonde and blue eyed. Such a sweet baby. He was blessed on June 22, 1933, by my father, Henry Thomas Stolworthy, who had come to visit. I was so happy to have him bless one of my babies.
When Si was 9 ½ months old he came down with both the measles and whooping cough. For seven weeks I held him in my arms trying to nurse him back to health. The day we received word Vern was in the hospital with pneumonia Si also developed the dreaded disease. The day we buried our beloved Vern our little Si also slipped away. He died May 19, 1934. Two dear children taken within three days. God knows best, but it was almost more than we could bear.
BRUCE S. HOYT Bruce, our tenth baby boy was very welcome. We were so lonely for our little Si, and Bruce helped to fill the heartache. He weighed 12 ½ pounds at birth and was born in Sister Broadbent's home in Kanab on January 22, 1936. Dr. George Aiken delivered him. My twelfth and largest.
Bruce was always a good steady boy. He loved the hills and canyons, and, cared little for dancing or girls.
He was always good to attend his meetings, his big desire always was to go on a mission.
Bruce was blessed on March 1, 1936, by Bishop Quimby Roundy. He was baptized on July 2, 1944, by Richard Heaton in the Alton reservoir, and confirmed on the same day by Herald H. Heaton. He was ordained a deacon on February 1, 1948, by Lauren S. Roundy, ordained a teacher in St. George, by Ross Cyphus, ordained a priest in February, 1953, and ordained an Elder by T. Lavory Esplin, on May 29, 1955.
Bruce was a very good student. He was Vice President of the Student Body at Valley High in Orderville and Senior Class President. He was an honor student when he graduated. He was very good at public speaking.
When he was 19 he went to Tocito, New Mexico, and worked in a trading post one winter for Melvin McGee. I, also, spent most of my time there with him keeping house, etc. We both enjoyed getting acquainted with the Navajo Indians.
On February 1, 1956, he went into the mission home and from there to the Southern States mission where he spent two busy, happy years. He returned to our home in Merced, California, on February 11, 1958, where he worked for his brother Bill, at Hahas Produce Company, before going to Provo, Utah, to begin college at B.Y.U. After several interruptions in his education, to work and to care for Dad and I, Bruce finally graduated in June of 1968, with a degree in teaching.
Bruce taught one year in Fredonia, Arizona. Since that time he has worked as a school bus drive and custodian. He has worked in the timber, as a clerk on a trading posts in Arizona, as a carpenter, and now once again he is teaching school.
Bruce has always been very active in all areas in the Church. He was a scoutmaster for several years.
He was ordained a High Priest by Dr. Howard Roberts on November 17, 1974.
Bruce is very gifted in many ways. He loves animals and the out of doors.
RAHNELL HOYT SEWARD. RehNell was born on June 9, 1939, in Alton. She weighed 11 ½ pounds and had blue eyes and dark hair. She was a sweet baby and very good natured. Our thirteenth and last baby. She was blessed on July 2, 1939, by Herald H. Heaton. She was baptized on July 6, 1947, by Orlo Palmer in the Alton reservoir, and confirmed on the same day by Bishop Allen Cox.
She was a very good student, and an honor student at graduation. She loved music and sang frequently alone and in groups. I was not able to attend her graduation because I was in New Mexico with Tom's family, so he and Joyce could be with Dennis in the hospital. I felt bad but Tom needed me more.
RahNell spent one year in Farmington, New Mexico, while in school. She, also, went to part of her high school senior year in Merced, California, but she graduated from Valley High in Orderville.
She worked as a cashier at Zion National Park for two summers. She worked in Merced at the Bank of America in several positions.
She was Ward dance instructor. She loves to dance, swim, skate and sing.
RahNell married Richard LeRoy Steward on July 29, 1961. They have two daughters, Veronica, born on October 22, 1960, and JaLene, born July 12, 1962. Richard, their son, was born in May, 1974.
RahNell lives in Portland, Oregon, where she works as office manager for the Radio Cab Company. She has one granddaughter.
Happy Birthday - Lottie Hoyt
Southern Utah News May 1978
Birthday congratulations to Lottie Hoyt and Lois Adams May 6 and 7. Both will be honored at a joint birthday party which will be held at the rest home Friday at 4:00 p.m. by the Sunshine Ladies. Anyone wishing to attend may do so, or send cards to wish them well.
Charlotte (Lottie) Stalworthy Hoyt was born May 7th 1894 in Huntington, Utah to H.T. and Johanna Stalworthy. She had 2 brothers and 2 sisters, only one brother is living.
Her mother died when Lottie was five years of age, leaving four small children. Her father remarried and Lottie was raised by a stepmother and father in Kirtland, New Mexico. Her schooling was very sparse since they lived out on a ranch. She began school when she was nine and then was only able to attend about three months out of the year. When she was in the 5th, 6th, and 7th grades she was able to go back to live in Orderville with her older sister, who had married and lived there. Chastie, her sister, went down to New Mexico and brought Lottie back to Orderville to help her with her children and housework. All her younger years were ones of hard work and it was while living there that she met her husband to be, Israel Hoyt. They were married when Lottie was 18 years of age in the Salt Lake Temple September 10, 1912.
Their first home was in Orderville, and to them were born ten boys and three girls. Three boys died in infancy. When the fourth child was born they moved to Alton, Utah. They ran a store there for five or six years. Lottie was postmistress for seven years; her husband was a sheepherder and was away from home most of the time. Lottie gardened, sewed, crocheted, knit and quilted besides raising a large family and being very active in the church.
Lottie has held almost every position in Relief Society, Sunday School, Primary and M.I.A. that a woman can hold. She has written and directed a variety of programs, musicals, tributes and poetry over the years as well as directing the singing at many programs.
When she lost two of her children close together, she became downhearted and began to write poetry. In her grief, as she thought about the gospel and its benefits, she gained strength and put it to words. She was to write many a poem after that. One won the Stake Relief Society poetry contest and has had several set to music. At a later time she was honored as outstanding and good neighbor of the year. She was given a trophy for this occasion and is pictured here with it.
After her husband died and her health began to fail,she moved back to Orderville a few years ago and has been in the rest home in Kanab for over two years. Since then she has made seven baby quilts. She is very pleasant and so very friendly that she helps lift the spirits of each of the others there each day.
A Happy Thanksgiving Letter to My Granddaughter
Some folks are born real wealthy,
Others with treasures like mine.
The kind that make my old heart swell
When I see the good they have done.
Now, someone has added another
A sweet granddaughter, (unknown)
I hope we can be happy together
You know who she is, but I don't.
But I'll wait until spring and just wonder
When it's over you still will be mine,
I hope you don't mind, for I love you
The whole group were so sweet and kind.
Your present, oh, how I have loved it
It gives me a happy thrill
And every time I use it,
I wonder, "Which one is mine still"?
We all were sixteen at one time.
So jolly, so happy and gay.
But, someday I hope you'll be a grandma too,
And will feel this very way.
Please don't think I feel I'm a poet.
But, this way I love to express,
Just how I feel about you
And appreciate your kindliness.
Have a nice Thanksgiving.
Love Grandma Hoyt
All of you please keep coming.
To Bruce From Mom
"Just take me down," says the old white coat,
"Let the blue one take my place.
For two whole years I've warmed you
And welcomed your smiling face.
But, I'm getting worn on the inside,
Slits on the outside too,
So, now just give me the rougher life
And wear the dacron blue.
So nice and warm, I'm sure it will be,
Either wrong side out or in,
It matters not, it's made that way,
With a hood to tie under the chin.
Just remember how much I have loved you
And the things we liked to do,
Let the pretty girls see the dacron blue
I'll ride with SEEVO and you."
The old White Coat and Mother
Wishing you a Happy Birthday...
Israel and Lottie Hoyt
Alton Utah May 1, 1964
As it is just a week until I will be 70 years old and I realize I will not have many more years to fool away, I have decided to try to tie together the things I have written pertaining to my past life, in case my children or grandchildren should be interested.
I was born May 7, 1894, at Huntington, Emery County, Utah. My father was Henry Thomas Stolworthy. My mother was Johannah Elizabeth Covington. My father had two wives. His first was Lydia R. Young.
I was the sixth child of eight children in mother's family. Four passed away when small while four lived to perform their mission on this earth. Chastie, Willard, Carlos and I, Lottie, grew to maturity.
I can remember very little of my life in Huntington, except the fields. We children enjoyed cutting willows to make whistles, and I loved to gather dandelions in the Lucerne patch. Dad used to call me his "little cotton top".
When I was about five years old, father and Uncle Acel Palmer decided to move to a better place. Aunt Lydia was not very strong. So, dad sent her and all her children, except Lucy, on the train to Mexico where her mother lived. The rest of us went in wagons. Lucy drove one of father's four horse outfits and he drove the other. Uncle Acel also had two four horse outfits.
It was quite a trip for the young people. But, climbing in and out of the wagon and traveling that way for so long was quite hard on mother. However, she never complained once and was always cheerful.
At night when we made camp, we built big bon fires and played around them. Dad would wrestle with the boys. We really enjoyed it.
I remember when we crossed the Green or Grand River (we had to cross them both on boats), one of our horses was frightened and began plunging around. I thought sure we were going to go overboard, but father soon got him quieted down and everything was fine.
After about two weeks travel, we came to Fruitland, New Mexico, where Aunt Lydia's father lived. He talked father and Uncle Acel into staying there and buying a farm down by the San Juan River. So they did and divided the land. We took the old home and they built Uncle Acel a new one.
Soon after we were settled, mother gave birth to a stillborn baby girl. We named her Mazell. Mother became seriously ill and soon followed her. At that time the hardest thing a little girl had to do was to give up her dear sweet mother. But, so many are called to do just that. Friends were so kind and did all they could to help us. As soon as Aunt Lydia could get there, she came and did the best she could as our mother. I learned to love her dearly.
Now let us drift back to happier thoughts. It doesn't pay to dwell too long on sorrow when there is so much goodness and happiness in this world.
We raised a good garden every year including wheat that we would take to the grist mill to be ground, cane we raised for molasses and all kinds of choice fruit. We were very happy.
When we harvested our cane, father made each of us a long sharp edged wooden knife. We would go along and strip off the leaves. Then we would cut the stocks and lay them with all the heads together. After we chopped the heads off, the stocks were ready to be ground. We used to play we were having a war when working in the cane. But I have often thought since, I don't think I would have done that if I had know what I do about war since our boys went.
I will never forget, one night when Aunt Lydia told me to carry the dishes from the front room out into the kitchen. We had just washed and dried them. I wanted to tell her I didn't dare, but decided I had better obey. So, I put all of them in a big pan and walked out on the porch. We had to go across the porch to the kitchen. Just as I got to the kitchen door I looked back to see if something had me. Down went a little girl, dishes and all into the kitchen. About half of them broke. I felt so bad. I wished something did have me. I went around the corner of the house and cried. Father came out and got me. No one blamed me. Aunt Lydia said it was her fault as she should never have asked me to do it after dark. There had been rabid dogs around and I was so frightened all the time. They knew it. The next morning father had to go to town and buy new dishes before we could have breakfast.
We used to go down to the San Juan River to play. We enjoyed following the killdeer to where their nests were, but never would we bother the nests or baby birds. One day two little Navajo boys swam across the river and played with us. Their father, Mr. Barber, was father's friend. They taught us how to shoot the bow and arrow. They came many times after and we enjoyed playing with them.
There was a large irrigation ditch in which we used to swim. There was also a small stream of the river. But, we were not allowed in the big stream or we might drown. We could swim any time, except Sunday. We knew better than to ask to go then.
Father built a lizzard for us on which to haul water. We would put a big wooden barrel on the lizzard and hitch a horse to it. Then we would drive down to the river, fill the barrel with buckets of water, then turn a tub up over the barrel and head home. Sometimes the water was so muddy, we had to break eggs in it to settle it.
I remember one morning when we looked out on our fields. They were covered with grasshoppers. My, what a sight. We rushed out, trying to catch what we could. But, that was hopeless. So, the men decided to build a hopper pan out of tin and put oil cloth at the back. When the grasshoppers hit it, they would fall in the pan of coal oil. They hitched a team onto the hopper pan, which was about seven feet long, and drove through the fields. This did the trick and saved a lot of father's crops. There were stacks and stacks of grasshoppers. We were so thankful that some of our crops were saved.
One very important thing we always did was to go to our meetings, though sometimes we had to walk about four miles. Father walked with us and that was what counted.
When father had an outfit he could take, he would stop all along the way and pick people up who were walking. By the time we got to Sunday School or Church, there would hardly be standing room for one more.
Father was poor financially, but very rich in friends. He was as kind as a father could be, always setting a good example for his children to follow. He lived a very wonderful life.
While in New Mexico, I went to school in one room of the Mexican home. Each noon the smell of good chili and beans was very tempting. But, our lunch consisted mostly of a pail of bread and milk which was shared. Each of us had a spoon. Usually there were six or seven spoons. But, it tasted mighty good to our hungry appetites.
I recall, one winter I had no shoes. When it was really cold, my brother Willard and cousin Al Palmer carried me to school. Father did well to buy one pair for each of us per year. Sometimes he couldn't do that. Buying clothes for twelve or thirteen children is no joke for one man. But, we never thought to complain.
Not much of my time was spent at home after mother passed away. I stayed with my sister and tended babies. So, I spent a great deal of my time with my sister Lucy whom I loved very much.
When I was thirteen, Chastie and her family came with Uncle Rob Covington for a visit. Chastie wanted to bring me back to Orderville with her. I was very bashful and it was hard to make up my mind to go. Uncle Rob was so sweet, he talked me into going. But, everyone seemed like a stranger to me and I was very homesick many times. It took us a week by train and wagon to get to Orderville. When we finally got down to the Black Rock Canyon, I felt like I was being suffocated. It was awful, but I soon got over that. I was raised in big open country where we had to walk miles to find a mountain.
When I got to Orderville, I only weighed 72 pounds. Two week later I had a very serious attack of appendicitis. I was so homesick, I really wanted to die. Everyone was so strange, but so good. I was deathly sick, but Aunt Harriet Dower just wouldn't give up. She gave me enough Epson salts to kill, warmed olive oil, and Denver mud for my side - everything doctors say not to do now - and I got well. I had nothing for two weeks, except olive oil. My first food was a slice of bread, Potawatomy plum preserves, and a glass of buttermilk. This was the best meal I ever ate. I soon perked out of it. Grandfather came to see me. He was so nice. He came most every day. Grandmother couldn't walk that far, but she would have him come and see how I was.
When I was able to go out in public, I was much better able to mingle with people and enjoy life. Still I was very bashful. I formed some very good friends. Vivian Carrol was my dearest friend. Clarissa Hoyt, Bessie and Cora Esplin and Charlotte Blackburn were other friends. Charlotte and I used to sing together a lot. We all had many happy times together.
School in Orderville was quite different than in New Mexico. I had quite a struggle the first year. After that, I managed fine and leaned to love school. Arithmetic and spelling matches were very interesting to me. We had them quite often. I found that by learning my times tables as I did in New Mexico helped me a great deal. We learned to say them backwards. We sang them and learned them every way. Even now, just ask any of them and I can see the answer.
When I was fourteen, I went to my first big dance. I guess it was my first dance of any kind. When I was small and they had children dances, father always gave each of us a nickel or dime, whichever the ticket was. But, I would pay mine for tithing or sometimes buy needles or thread with it. Father said I could do as I wished if I wouldn't dance. When I grew older, I was sorry I did not learn to dance.
Chastie and Vivian coaxed me all day to go to the dance. Finally I told Viv, if she would go on the stage with me for a while, I would go with her. So we went. But, as soon as we stepped off the stage, Dee Cox came and asked me to dance. I knew him real well. So I decided to try and was happily surprised. I wasn't as bad as I had thought. I never missed a set that night. Even the older boys danced with me. I really had a nice time. I think Chastie was sorry she wanted me to go after that because I was anxious to go to all of them.
I was given special parts in Cantatas and operettas at different times. But I was so frightened, I just wouldn't sing loud enough. Once my part was given to another girl. It almost broke my heart. But, I knew I was to blame. Another time Lucy Heaton had to sing with me. From then on, I was brave enough to do my part alone and loud. The music teacher was a very sweet and understanding person, and kept trying. At 16, I was chosen chorister in Primary. Charlotte was organist. We spent may happy hours learning songs and teaching them to the Primary children.
I stepped different boys until I was about sixteen. Then I went steady with Israel Hoyt whom I later married.
Bright and early September 7, 1912, we left Orderville in a white topped buggy, accompanied by Israel's mother and my cousin Zella Larson of Washington. We were on our way to the Temple in St. George, Utah, to be married. The first night we spent at Pipe. But that day we had failed to take enough water, thinking we could get some on the way. At Mineral Flats, there were dead cows and sheep in the water though and I would have died before drinking it. That night I enjoyed a nice supper at Sister White's home and a good drink. Then, we three women crawled into one bed. I lay listening to the coyotes howl. No sleep was in my eyes. I had to much to think about.
The next day we went on to Hurricane. The hill was so steep, dad blocked the wheels and we all walked down. We stayed at Sister Stout's home that night. The 9th, we went to Washington and stayed until early the next morning. Then we rode to St. George to the Temple.
Brother Adair talked to us that morning before we went into the Temple. He could see I was scared stiff. So he teased me all he could until I was about ready to run. But when I was once inside, there was such a sweet heavenly feeling. It was beautiful in there.
We went back to Washington that night. Then, we started back on our journey home. We lived in one room of his mother's home until May. Then we moved into a home of our own. I was so proud and happy to have one of our own when our first baby was born.
Vern was born May 28, 1913. What a sweet thing to hear that sweet baby cry and realize it was our very own. I wouldn't have missed that for all of life's luxuries or, for that matter, any of the babies who came to bless our home. I loved them all so dearly and still do. How I have prayed, before and after they were born, that God would help us to know how to teach and direct their paths in life.
There was an irrigation ditch running just in front of our porch. One day when Vern was young, his father was out on the porch watching him while I did the washing. He was just crawling then. All at once, he screamed and his dad started to laugh. I rushed out to see what had happened. The little fellow was completely covered with mud. There was no water in the ditch, just mud. His dad had let him crawl off the porch just to see if he would. Well, I was sore. But that didn't help. I just had to bathe Vern from head to toe.
January 27, 1915, Orson Carlos was born. The flu was raging in Orderville at that time. Vern was very sick and baby Orson took the flu. He passed away when just ten days old. This was our first sorrow and one I felt I could not bear. But, I just had to put my trust in the Lord and do my best. On January 2, 1916, baby Lamond was born. But, he too passed away - after only eight hours. Now my grief was double. How could I stand it? One can always find comfort through prayer. I was fearful of ever having any more children. But, April 19, 1917, Dilworth came to bless our home and comfort our aching hearts.
Aunt Lettie Cox lived in part of our house and she was worth so much to us. Every time the baby cried, I was afraid he was ill and she was right there to help.
Dilworth wasn't a very healthy child until we had his tonsils removed when he was ten years old. Then he was all right. He was so sweet and patient. We enjoyed him so much.
When Dilworth was about a year old his father was working for Franklin Heaton in Alton. So we boarded up a tent and moved up there. Then, in the fall of 1918, we rented two rooms in the Robertson Hotel and spent the winter there. On April 27, 1919, I was staying at Frederick's in Orderville and Rollan was born that day. We stayed about a month and then moved back to the tent in Alton. We had a real case of the flue at this time, and Roy Robertson was our good old life saver. He came every day and helped us out.
One time when the Stake was having a Mutual convention in Alton, we fed and bedded twenty-three people in only the boarded up tent we had to live in. What a nice time we did have. There were beds all over the hay in the barn, under the oaks and all over. Space doesn't count when people are welcome.
Again I was in Orderville when Willard was born. I was staying in the home Mark Chamberlain now owns. He was born on May 6, 1921. Aunt Lettie waited on me again. She was so wonderful to me. When he was three weeks old, we moved back to the tent.
I rather got ahead of myself there. I wanted to tell a little about our homestead life when we just had Vern, Dilworth and Rollan. Dad ran dry sheep (Ewe's that don't have lambs) down at the Elbow. The three little boys and I were left to milk seven cows, feed pigs and take supplies to him about every other day. The worst was staying alone so far away from any one. We just had a boarded up tent the first summer. The next, we built a one room house. That wasn't so bad.
One day I harnessed the team up as I always did (Vern was to small) and hitched them to the wagon. When we were all loaded and ready, I drove off. On the way we had to go down quite a steep bank and up another. We went down all right. But, when we got part way up the other side, old Maue (a balky mare) started to back. I could see it was getting pretty close to a steep bank, so I grabbed the brake rope and held it as tight as I could. I had Vern get the boys out. Then, I tied the rope and climbed out to see what was the trouble. One of the hames (the part that goes about the collar hooked to the pull tugs) had come unfastened going down in the wash and was pushing in Maud's neck. I fixed it, got in, untied the rope and tried again. She pulled. We were sure a scared bunch of people though. It was a Walsh harness and guilty of such deeds. We then got in and went on down to the sheep herd. After that, the boys walked until I drove through the wash.
The summer after Willard was born, we built a two room house with just one place in each room for a window which we put canvas over for light. I papered it with newspaper and we were really happy.
September 5, 1923, I went to Orderville in a wagon to stay to Aunt Chastie Chamberlain's and that night Tom was born. She was so nice to me. We stayed there three weeks before going back to our home in Alton.
Dad had a very bad case of rheumatism while we lived in this house. He couldn't even feed himself, and was down for about six weeks. He has had three bad spells like that in our married life and really suffers.
The month before Aleena was born, we rented Lynn Heaton's home for the winter. Aleena was born October 6, 1923, our first girl after seven boys. We were very happy to have a little girl in our home. When she was nine months old, we bought John Roundy's place in Alton. There was a small store in the house. I loved the store very much. I managed real well with my home and store.
Errol was born in that home on February 1, 1927. Aunt Lettie came up to wait on me. That was the seventh time straight she had taken care of me when my babies were born.
Errol was not too healthy, but so sweet and patient. He was the only baby that did not want me to hold him to get him to sleep. It kind of hurt me, but I guess he was wiser than I.
Soon the Baird's decided to sell their store. Dad wanted to buy it and move the one I had up into the big one. So, it took me away from home a great deal, but I always took the small children with me when I went. We had quite a struggle here. Prices dropped and we soon lost the store. So we moved to St. George in order for Vern to go to high school.
LaVee was born on June 9, 1930, while we were still having our store problems and before we moved to St. George. Now we had two girls in our family of boys.
We didn't care too much for St. George. The Children weren't too happy and Israel couldn't get very good wages. So, we moved back to Alton to the home we were living in when we went to Dixie. Little Josiah was born there June 13, 1933. At that time Vern and Harry Jager were building us a home on a lot we owned. When it was finished, we moved into it. By buying the big store, we lost our home, store and all. Much worse than that happened soon after. Measles came to town when little Si was nine months old. All the children had them. Reid Lamb brought the whooping cough to us also. So, we had both together. Vern was in the C.C. camp. He had the measles and pneumonia. He died of an embolism in Salt Lake City. In three days, little Si followed him. I wonder how I ever lived through it. I felt like my heart had been cut from my body, I hurt so bad. But, I found out by praying and reading the scriptures I found solace. Then, I began to write poems and put my feelings into that. Soon I was asked to be the Primary President. I put my full heart and soul in that work. We made flowers for festivals, and costumes for operettas and different programs. I loved to work with the children. Of course, I enjoyed my own family all the time. I just had to be busy every minute. For a long time if I heard of a baby being sick, I just couldn't resist going to see if I could help. It seemed I could almost read a baby. I had had so much experience. I didn't want any other mother to have to go through what I had if I could help.
We used to sit up with the sick all night two women together. Dessie and I were with Veda Johnson's baby one night, it was just three weeks old and it would almost choke to death. Brother Johnson administered to it and it got so it was some better for a while. Finally it seemed to come to me that the trouble was that it's head was congested. I told Dessie and she agreed, so we warmed Vicks and olive oil together and made cotton quills and put that up his nostrils every little while and before morning he was breathing much better.
Bruce was born in Kanab on January 22, 1936. What a comfort he was to our lonely hearts and what a blessing to us.
RahNell, our last and thirteenth baby, was born June 9, 1939. What a responsibility. We have loved them all so much and tried to teach them right. My God forgive us the mistakes we have made.
I was sworn in as postmaster in 1943, and help the position for seven years. But, my nerves were so bad, I had a breakdown and had to give it up. I tried being Relief Society President when I had the office. But, it just didn't work out. So Bishop released me from that and put me in as Mutual President. In the winter the mail came after dark. So, it wasn't so good either. But I tried. I had to do the office work and sometimes was late for meetings.
When I gave the office up, I was having real bad choking spells. So, we moved to St. George after selling to Allen Cox. We swore him in as clerk. He took over and got the job. I think the cause of my trouble was we had three boys in the service. I was worried so much about them. After they came home, I was much better. I felt real bad being such a failure and having to give the office up. But, it was doctor's orders. I shook until you could hardly read my writing, which would never do in the post office.
I quite enjoyed life in St. George. But, there was not much work for Israel. He and Bruce were unhappy there. RahNell could always make the best of everything where ever she lived. We decided to move back. Dad came to Alton. He had had an appendicitis operation and was recuperating. He bought our home we live in now. We moved to Alton, the place we all love on January 26. Dee Roundy cleared the snow away from the back so we could move in. We have been really happy with it.
I mustn't fail to mention how wonderful our children were when their father was operated on. They paid all the hospital and doctor bills that the Blue Cross and Surgical wouldn't pay. They was plenty as it was not a Blue Cross hospital or doctor. They have been so wonderful all the time to help us. But, this shines out so plain. We do love them all.
In 1954, Bruce and I spent the winter in Tocito, New Mexico. Bruce was clerking in a Navajo trading post. I was cooking and keeping house for my nephew, Melvin McGee. We enjoyed the winter very much being among the Navajos. RahNell lived in Farmington with my nephew Dee Stolworthy's family. She went to school there. I left there, taking RahNell with me, in April of 1955. Bruce came in June. The happy moment came when Bruce went on his mission February 1, 1956. He had planned on this mission for quite some time and saved his money for it. Now he was ready to go at last, just barely 20 years old. His farewell party was held the night before his 20th birthday, and they sang "Happy Birthday To You".
Bruce went to the Southern States, and here performed a wonderful mission. He has been a great uplift to me and a great help to the ward. He now has been Scoutmaster over three years and has been real successful in the Scout work. The boys all love him. He has taught the Melchizedek Priesthood class over since he came from his mission. He was chosen counselor in Sunday School in 1963. As counselor in the Elders Quorum, he is really busy. He is a very good speaker and quite often goes as home missionary to different towns. How I wish all our children could have had a mission to help them over life's rough road.
In 1957, while Bruce was on his mission, Willard called me and asked if we would move to Merced, California. He would get us a place to live, give dad a job, and give us all the fruits and vegetables we needed. Well, it was too good to resist. So we went. We rented our home to Mr. Biggs. He promised to take good care of everything. But, they wrecked about everything they could. I never saw such treatment and so dirty.
Forgetting that, I will tell the better. Willard and Babe had us a nice two bedroom house, furnished and rend paid, when we arrived. Everything seemed so beautiful. I really did enjoy it for a while, even the big bombers. But, things like that seem to wear on me in time. I don't enjoy the noise and racket so much. Still the flowers, lawns and beautiful homes were interesting.
After about three months, Bill bought a small pasture and home, barns and etc., out on Stretch Road for us. We were happier there, not quite so much going and coming. The place was quite run down. So we were very busy fixing and cleaning up for quite some time.
Things ran smooth for about a year. Bruce came home from his mission and went to college in Provo, Utah. Then he worked for the boys two summers. But, he wasn't too happy. The business slackened up and they told dad he could only work until the first of the next year. So we became discouraged and decided we would be better off in our own country. I felt like we were getting so much for nothing already.
While Bruce was there, we toured around quite a lot and really enjoyed the beautiful sights. It was more like a dream than reality. We went to Monta Rey Peninsula twice, played on the beach and watched the big seals dash against the boulders. They were a sight to see. We went to Sequoia Forest, or Part, and were amazed at the big trees there. It was real interesting. We visited Yosemite Park at different times and traveled that way some when coming to Utah over the Y.Z. trail. But I don't like that route at all. It's frightening.
One day Rollan and family, Bob Crosby and all of us went to visit Carl Jones and family at Mountain View. We had a wonderful time. Carl drove us all around the mountain side to see the rich homes. I would not care to live in them though.
We went to Henderson Park for three socials. It was so cool and nice there compared to the city. We also visited Aleena and family four times in Los Angeles. They came to see us a few times. It was nice being able to see them once in a while. Rollan took us all out to the Mystery spot when Pole and Zelph Roundy were out there. It really is a mystery and very interesting. Then one day Dad, Bruce, RahNell and I went for a nice long rice out on Snelling Road by Mariposa. That is a beautiful country. We toured around the farms and enjoyed many more nice rides.
While we lived in California, it seemed there was no end to death in the family. Dad's mother passed away December 17, 1957. Babe took Dad and I to Orderville to her funeral. Then on November 15, 1958, Tom called and asked me to come to Crown Point and take care of his children because Dennis was so bad. He had suffered a year with cancer. Poor little fellow, only seven years old. RahNell got leave form the Bank and took Dad and I in our car. Dennis passed away before we got there. We were there for the funeral though. That helped. We just can't understand why children have to suffer. But some day we will.
January 1959, Dad's sister, Edith, in Marysvale, Utah died. We went to her funeral from California. Then his sister Mamie died and we came to that. He said, we better move home where it wouldn't be so expensive to travel to the funerals.
In June, RahNell and I went in the car to get Bruce when college was out. We went back over the Y.Z. trail. The scenery was beautiful. A deer followed right along at the side of the car for quite a ways. It was so cute. RahNell had to go right back to work. So she went on the train. I spent three days visiting with relative in Provo until Bruce was ready to drive back to California. I enjoyed this trip very much.
The children were very good to drive us places if we asked. But, they were so busy we hated to ask. Bruce was back to college. RahNell was real good to take the sacrament when I shook so bad I could hardly force myself to go and I still wanted to. I know I should not have let it bother me, but it did out there. I would start shaking as soon as the deacons started around. Well, I found out later, I had Parkinson's disease. It was not my fault.
All this and the fact that Dad had very little work, made us not very happy. We talked to Rollan. One day he called and told us to stop worrying. He and Bill had talked it over and decided we would be happier home. So they would move us. Then, I dreaded to leave RahNell. She would stay. She found a place to live where she felt she would be fine. But, I wasn't so sure. I worried. Still I realized she was old enough, she should be able to take care of herself. Still I felt uneasy. But, we were leaving.
Dad stamped half the nights, measuring and weighing things, and then we talked until we were worn out. We loaded our things in Bill's trailer and pickup and our car. Bob drove the truck and Eulene, the car. We left on December 12, 1959. RahNell took us to her place for supper the night before we left. We went to Rollan's for breakfast the morning we left. I will miss RahNell so much. She has been with us so many years. I hope I have taught my children as I should have. I have tried. If not, I hope they and God will forgive me for what they have to suffer. I know I have fallen down on many, many things. The children were all so good to us. We do appreciate them all and miss them so.
I can say for California, it is a dream land, but such a rush and scramble. I got tired watching the world go by. We stayed at LaVee's that night. We were so loaded, we had to travel slow. The next day we came on home. Everything seems so peaceful and quite. It seems so good to be in our own home again and among our old friends.
The sacrament doesn't worry me at all. If I spill it, I am not embarrassed. How nice.
We have our car paid off. January 16, we are going to St. George and work in the Temple, and make new friends, as Brother Loe said when he did Temple work.
Bruce was home for Christmas. We enjoyed him very much, as well as Dill and Errol's families. Bruce, Dad and I all went to Crown Point and had a nice visit with Tom and his family after Christmas.
Well, I guess, during all this time between where I have stopped writing and started again, I have been busy in church and home work, going back and forth to California to visit, and etc. Must have gotten out of the writing mood.
In 1962, LaRue and I went to Merced to help RahNell when her baby came. But, as luck will have it, I didn't. I came home the day she got home. She went longer than she had figured. That is as good as I am. She named her JaLene. She is a darling. She now has two sweet little girls. Bruce came for us in the car. My old trouble was rushing me, so I was anxious to be home.
I was just beginning to recuperate when Chastie called me and said my brother Willard had passed away. Would I want to go to Farmington to the funeral? I told her, if she could make it, I could. So, Vance and Ila Gene took us in their car. We had a lovely trip. Got there at 3:30 a.m. and got cabins. Then we went to Willard's home before the funeral. Chastie had sent work, neither of us were well. So she didn't think we would come. They were real surprised to see us. The funeral was very nice. We got to see all but two sisters who were unable to come.
On our way home, July,24, Chastie showed us the home where we were born and the farm father used to own. This was in Huntington, Utah.
We had such a nice visit, She seemed to cling to me so much and depend on me on that trip. I helped her around as her eyes were bad. No one realized how bad. I have been very neglectful of her. Now she is gone. It almost breaks my heart. I called her often on the phone, but I didn't get down very often to see her. When we were coming home, Chastie asked me to sing with her. We sang several songs we used to sing together. We had such a good time.
On the 13th of August 1962, I received a phone call saying Chastie had passed away. I went into shock. I was so sick and still not down. Such an awful sick, I almost choked to death. I couldn't remember what I was doing for a long time. The doctor gave me some medicine and told me it was shock. I had never had anything to compare with it before. In less than a month after Willard had died, to have her go also made me feel all alone. To cap it all, I was chosen good neighbor of Kane County the night before her funeral and had to go to the program at the fair at Alton's representative. I won the County, so I had to say a few words and be up on the stage before everyone. I had my picture taken. Of course, it was an honor. If it could just have been another time when I wasn't broken hearted. But, I made out some way.
I have always told the children what I wanted for our 50th Anniversary was to have them all home together. I didn't hardly think it would be possible. But, it was. I know it was a great effort for them. But, they did it. We were all together again.
Though I still wasn't myself and not able to do much, I enjoyed it very much. LaVee came when she found out I was sick and took over the work. Aleena and her family were here a few days before. So all I had to do was rest and enjoy it. It made me so happy.
Some of them were afraid it would be too hard on me. But, I wanted them all here as long as they would stay. It wasn't company that was my trouble...it was loss. We had a nice mutton supper up to Rollan's Saturday night. Then we had Sunday dinner at home - all brought from California by the children. Joyce made our cake. She, Aleena, LaVee, RahNell and Babe trimmed it and I watched. It was a thrill, and so beautiful. She hauled the cake clear from Merced. Chole also made us a cute cake. Presents. My, I just can't mention them. There were so many. To top it all, there was a tree with one dollar bills folded like leaves on each twig, 50 of them. The night up to Rollan's the Okamura girls danced some Japanese dances, Rollan gave readings and the girls sang. We all sang and visited. The young people danced. Oh, it was so nice. I will never forget. Now when I get to thinking they have forgotten us, I only have to think about that time and I know better. Then Willard sealed it all with a hundred dollar bill for each of us. Are we rich? I just guess we are in treasures. Children.
Seems Joyce and RahNell were the planners. Bless their hearts. They took over like they knew just what was to happen next and it did.
Frank took pictures and developed them. He and Aleena sent us the nicest album of pictures, our family group, each child and their family, and Dad's folks who were here. I sure treasure that.
We have been to California every winter for a few weeks since this. Dad has done some work in the Temple, but I have done very little. I sure would like to though.
The summer of 1964, wasn't at all a happy one for Dad. He was sick. On September 2, he had a prostrate operation in Salt Lake City. Bruce and I took him up. He seemed to get along real well for about six months. But, we were told that he had cancer of his gland. We didn't tell him. He began to have a lot of trouble with his breathing and had an awful cough. It was cancer of the lungs, the things we dreaded so terribly. He was in the hospital most of the time or unable to do anything for several months. On November 13, 1965, he passed away with a heart attack while we were in Hurricane. Now we were very lonely, but so relieved that he didn't have to suffer more than he had already.
On December 30, 1965, Errol took me to Las Vegas to LeVee's. I stayed there for four days. Then I went on the bus to Merced. Joyce and I left for Portland on January 20. She came back the 25th. February 6, Dick and RahNell brought me as far as Weed. Tom met us and brought me to Merced. Rollan, Wana and Bruce came in Rollan's car and brought me home on February 14th. I was so lost. I just had to go away and find myself. I think I did. I am quite content with myself now, though it still is lonesome and always will be.
I enjoy visiting with the children. There was as much green grass in Portland and California as we have snow here. But home is home.
I wish spring would come so I could get out and rake the leaves up and clean my flower beds up. I am afraid the place will look shabby now outside. Dad took just the right strokes.
During my life, I have been President, Counselor, teacher, chorister, and Stake Guide Director in the Primary at different times. I have been President, Counselor, Secretary and teacher in the M.I.A. In Relief Society, I have been President, Secretary, Theology teacher, visiting teacher and Stake Visiting Teacher.
I wrote a 43 verse poem for Aunt Ellen Hoyt's funeral. One for Aunt Amy Heaton, Vance Palmer, William Cox, Ervin Roundy and sever others. Aunt Amy's I wrote to the tune of "Whispering Hope", Vance's, "Jesus Lover of My Soul". I have enjoyed doing it because I felt I was writing through inspiration. It wasn't just me. I felt I must respond and use my God given talent, though sometimes I have felt someone else could have done better had they have been asked.
Here I am at seventy. Again I have been working as a Counselor in M.I.A. for about a year, and enjoying it, wishing I could fly high like the young folks when they get on that new dance floor. But, it wouldn't pay. I might fall and break through. So, I'd better be on the bench, looking on. I do enjoy watching their antics though.
Maybe I will pick up more from here, but poor as this is, I at least have tried to write a few things that have happened in my life. We have had some sadness and a lot of happiness. I think all lives will have the same. May we just be half way forgiven for the mistakes we have made. Then maybe there will be some glory for us.
After Dad's death Mon's notes are few and sketchy. (Aleena)
During the summer of 1966, Mom came to Idaho with Frank and me (Aleena) for two weeks. While she was here we took her to see Yellowstone National Park. However, her eyesight at that time was very poor, due to cataracts, and she missed a great deal. Also, the weather was quite cold.
She was able to visit with her Uncle Ed. Stolworthy while in Idaho Falls on a couple of occasions. Catching up on news of relatives which she quite enjoyed.
She loved to walk and we did a lot of that.
On October 25, 1967, Mom had the cataract removed from her right eye by Dr. Garth Chatterly, at Cedar City Hospital. It helped, but her sight was still not good and her balance was off. She continued to do all her own work and to quilt. Although, she felt her stitches were not so fine. Still she managed to keep busy.
March 28, 1968, in the Idaho Falls L.D.S. Hospital, Dr. Rhiem Jones removed the cataract from her left eye. He then fitted her with proper glasses and though her eyesight was not the best it was considerably better than it had been in years. She was able to read some, watch T.V. and distinguish things more clearly. She stated she was grateful to be able to see better after so long. I was with Mom through both operations and cared for her during both recoveries. She told me both times she felt Dad holding her hand and had not worried.
Mom writes: During the winter quarter of Bruce's last year at college we rented a basement apartment from Ray and Melba Palmer in St. George. Bruce took night classes to finish his credits and oh how we enjoyed it. I could walk for blocks day after day. I didn't do much Temple work, but did get to five sessions. So sorry I couldn't do more but with my Parkinson's disease I couldn't control myself properly.
Bruce graduated in June of 1968. He was offered a teaching position in Fredonia, Arizona. We moved there to live for the school year on August 26, 1968.
I enjoyed life in Fredonia very much. It hardly seemed like winter there. I wasn't at all well after Christmas. We both had the flu during the holidays and I have never felt as well since.
We moved back home to Alton on May 28, 1969. Bruce had lost interest in teaching. He worked in the timber that summer and with all his chores and church activities was gone a lot. I was alone and not able to get out much.
I am now 75 years old and not worth much. But, I try to look on the bright side. I have diabetes, Parkinson's disease, neuritis and neuralgia, but am still more fortunate than others I know.
It has been so lonely since Dad passed away. I have tried to make the best of it. At times I get so lonely and it is so hard to shake it off. It is then I have to go visit some of my children for awhile.
Five years have passed. I have been on several trips to California, Idaho and Portland. But, Alton is always the most important place to me. I am leaving out many important things but it seems since Dad died I just do not feel much like writing history. My hands are so shaky. Maybe one day one of my grandchildren will want to write it all over for me. I just can't seem to do it.
February 17, 1970. The Gap Arizona. I am sitting by the front window watching the world go by. I love to watch the Indians come and go to the store. Tom and Roger went to Phoenix on Sunday night. Joyce and I were here all alone that night and the next day. I wasn't a bit nervous.
Joyce is out trimming the rose bushes. There must be 50 or more. She surely knows how to make things look nice, both inside and out. We have talked for hours and that is what I need. They are all so good to me.
I came to the Gap to live with Tom and his family for awhile. I really needed to get away. I was so awful lonesome all alone it about got me down. But, I am feeling better now.
Alton is too high an altitude for me. I am so tired there but want to be home so much. I love it and the people so much. I have to be alone so much and the children worry I might fall or get sick and no one would be there to help me.
Back to Alton: This summer Bruce has hired Allen Cox to put a nice new tin roof on our home. Bruce and Errol built a new flue. In the summer of 1968, he built a new wire fence with steel posts. He tore out all the old board fences, burned the grass and trash. He tore down the old barn and is still working to improve things. It looks so much nicer.
In August of 1971, RahNell had Bruce drive me to Nevada and she met me there and took me to Portland for two weeks. Then she and Dick and family drove me to Boise, Idaho, where we met Aleena and Frank. I went to Idaho Falls with them for visit and to see Kyla's new baby boy, Teo. About the time they were to take me home Bruce called saying he had a teaching job in Wendover, Utah, and wanted me to live with him there. I had thought he didn't need me anymore and was so happy to know he did.
He met me in Salt Lake City on September 1, 1971, and we moved into a mobile home he had rented.
It was not a happy time or job for Bruce. The children were so unruly. When the Superintendent at Valley called and offered Bruce a job as bus driver and custodian at the school in Orderville he was eager to leave. It took awhile to find a teacher to replace him, but we finally came home.
Rollan sold us his home in Orderville. A lovely little home all carpeted. I am so happy with it. Gerry bought our home in Alton and that will pay for this one.
Bruce is building a basement with a metal shed above it to store our extra things and is happier with his job than he has ever been. The children love him as a bus driver
Tom and Joyce come to see me quite often and we go there for time to time. They now run the trading post at Cow Springs, Arizona, and are doing very well.
I don't get out much but I love my home. I have very good neighbors and lots of children around. Always some child is calling, "Hi Aunt Lottie", and I love to hear them.
Bruce still sticks by me and I do appreciate him so, but as always I would love for him to marry and raise a family.
This is January 2, 1972, fifty-six years ago my third baby was born. It was a very sad day, he only lived eight hours, then left us. Two babies had passed away. Today it is a beautiful sunny day, but the walks are so slick I dare not try to go out. I spend nearly all of my time in the house.
Bruce and I spent Thanksgiving in Cow Springs, November 23, 1972. Bruce came back home and I stayed ten days to tie off some quilts for Joyce. Now each bed has a nice warm quilt.
While I was in Cow Springs I had a very thrilling experience. A Navajo mother was using the telephone and her little boy was standing by her. I asked him if he new Tom. He nodded and smiled. I told him I was Tom's mother. He stood there a minute then came over to me and put his little hand out to shake hands. I shook his hand and told him what a nice boy he was. I would liked to have hugged him, but I was afraid it would embarrass him. Never had I seen a Navajo child do that.
I enjoyed my visit but caught a cold and wanted to come home.
I have felt so good the past few days I have been cleaning house. I love to work when I feel able to.
* Here Mom's notes end. Living over five hundred miles away I am not to familiar with her daily life, but from my visits with her and our telephone calls I will try to fill in to the present time.
When Kyla and I were down for a visit last October (1978), we found her records while cleaning house and offered to put it all together for her. She seemed so pleased that we would try...So...
In the spring of 1973, we kids (?) were trying to organize a get together reunion for Mom's 80th birthday or there abouts. A surprise for her. She had often said she would like to see us all together once more, but scattered as we are and so many, this is somewhat difficult. However, this time it appeared we would manage it.
Bruce called to weeks before our reunion was scheduled to be and told me Mom was in the hospital and not doing at all well. Her many illnesses had ganged up on her and she was unable to fight her way back home. I caught a plane to Cedar City and next morning. Dill and LaRue met me there and took me to Kanab. I spent that evening visiting with her and by the time I left to go to my motel she seemed to be much better. I spent the next day and night with her and when I went back the next morning the Doctor told her she could go home since I would be there to care for her.
RahNell flew in from Portland, LaVee came from Las Vegas, Tom and family from Cow Springs, and Bill, Frances and Nancy from Merced. Though Mom was not at her best she was very pleased to see us all (except for Rollan and Errol) together. We all enjoyed a brief visit, not the big gathering we had planned, but thankful to have her back on her feet again.
I stayed in Orderville with Mom for another week. Then Frank came down and took us back to Idaho Falls for a vacation and rest. Also we were expecting our daughter, Alleena and family, from California and this gave Mom a chance to see her great granddaugher, Bree Pederson.
Mom spent about three weeks with us until she decided Bruce needed her. So Bruce and Val and Mira Hoyt came to get her.
During this period Mom had lost a great deal of weight, and since she was always so worried about her skirts coming up to show a bit of extra leg, I decided to try her in pant suits. It took a while to find one "modest" enough for her 80 years and then it took a week to convince her to try it on. Finally, she put it on, looked in the mirror, and was pleased. "My," she said, "It looks quite nice". She could hardly wait for Bruce to come so she could show him. He was most complimentary and that made it a solid hit. No more tugging at skirts when relaxing.
Her illnesses kept taking their toll and though the doctors had been able to help her shaking there were always new problems. She went through many long and lonely hours. Always trying to keep active when strength would permit. It was a great worry to us all.
During the summer of 1974, RahNell and I decided I would bring Mom to Idaho Falls for a visit in late June. Then RahNell would be able to bring her new baby boy for Mom to see since Utah was so far to go with a new baby. When RahNell walked in and laid Richard in Mom's arms he looked up and grinned from ear to ear. Delighting both Mom and RahNell. He was not quite six weeks old.
Sometime after this, I am not just sure when, Tom and Joyce thought it might be easier for Mom and Bruce if they were to go to Cow Springs. Bruce could work in the trading post with Tom and Joyce could help with the care of mother. They had a nice big trailer house for them to live in away from the bustle of the store and family. But, were always welcome at Tom's and Joyce's.
Frank and I went down in July, 1975, for a visit and to bring Mom back to Idaho for a visit to see our new home. It was evident that though they enjoyed some things, they were not happy there.
Tom told Mom if she came back with us she had to stay at least a month and she did. In fact, almost two months. She enjoyed being able to get out to walk about among our sagebrush and weeds. Frank fixed her some quilting frames and we kept her busy tieing quilts for Kyla and me. She was once again strong enough to bake the bread and rolls we all enjoyed.
She really wanted to go home sooner, but, Bruce was busy and couldn't come right away. Soon after she went back they moved back to Orderville.
In January, 1976, Mom's health went from bad to worse and eventually she had to go once again to the hospital. From there she was transferred to the Nursing Home, where she would have 24 hour care. Mom, was, and is, not happy about it. But, we couldn't get anyone to care for her at home and she was never happy when any of us took her away from her home area.
Bruce has been very faithful to see that she gets to come home each weekend, all holidays and whenever there is anyone to be with her and check on her often. He has taken her on trips to Tom's in Arizona, Bill's in California, and brought her to Idaho for a visit where RahNell once again came and brought Veronice's little girl, Destiny, for her to see.
We who live away try to get home each year and keep her at home during our visits. So really she gets to spend about a third of her time at home, and is under good care the other two-thirds of the time. She is able when home to visit with neighbors, family and friends and to talk on the telephone with others.
She has had bad spells and upsets and is often lonely. In the summer she can still pull a few weeks, watch a garden grow and water the lawn. She still does laundry, bakes bread, does some cooking and quilts. Last fall when I was down to visit she even undertook to bottle some peaches.
Her first roommate at the Nursing Home was Velda Hepworth, whom she had know for years. It was a very pleasant time for Mom. Constant company and companionship with someone who had shared a similar life and time. However, Velda passed away that summer and none since have been the same.
Her home is still her favorite place to be. She tells me since she will be 85 years old in May, she thinks she will just live until she's 100. Seems to her with all the medicines the doctors give her they should be able to keep her going that munch longer. After all 15 years is not very long.
As near as I can figure Mom has 32 grandchildren and 40 great grandchildren.
Hoyt, Lottie - Homes I have Lived in
When we first were married we lived in one room of Grandma Hoyt's house in Orderville. About three months before Vern was born we bought the Susan Cox place in Orderville. Vern, Orson, LaMond and Dilworth were born there. Dad had a beautiful team of black horses he paid as down payment. I am sure it hurt him to give them up. But, a home for his family was more important.
Franklin Heaton had some land and animals to care for in Alton, so he hired Israel to live up there to care for them. When Dilworth was four months old we moved into a tent on the property. Dad built a lean to for our cook stove, table and chairs and dishes, and boarded up the tent. We stayed until it got too cold. Then moved back to our home in Orderville.
The next summer we sold our home to Hi Reese and moved into Alton. Dad built us a two room home. We partitioned off the kitchen and had two full beds in one room. Our windows were just cut and unbleached muslin over the holes, no glass at all. One thickness of boards for the walls. I papered the walls inside with newspaper and anything I could to help to make it warmer. We love that little home. To me it seemed a mansion. I went to Orderville for a few days when each baby was born. Then back to my home. We lived in that house until Aleena was a baby. Franklin went broke then, so Dad took the lot for part of the wages he owed him and we went our own way. In the summer we homesteaded south of Alton. We lived in our little house except when our babies were born. Then we had to get a warmer place to live through the bad winter months.
When Aleena was eight months old we sold our little home and bought the John Roundy home in Alton. Errol, LaVee and Josiah were born there. There was only one bedroom on the main floor so we had Tom James finish off some bedrooms and halls upstairs. We were quite comfortable there and with lots of room.
When LaVee was born Dad bought the Dan Heaton store. Then the depression hit. We had to sell things at cost, causing us to go broke. We lost our store, our home, everything.
Our next home our son, Vern, and Harry Jaeger built on a piece of ground we bought from Herald Heaton. It had an unfinished basement, three bedrooms, living room, kitchen and breakfast nook, and a room for a future bath. Vern and Si lived with us there until their deaths. Bruce and RahNell were babies then.
When Bruce was six we bought the Rex Allen home in Orderville. Dad worked in Law Vegas during that time. The war years. We always wanted to go back to Alton. The boys were off to the war. Aleena was married and gone. Only Errol, LaVee, Bruce and RahNell were left.
We sold this home and bought the John Johnson home in Alton. A large house with lots of room. Soon after, I became postmaster for Alton and we made one room into the post office. I was postmaster for seven years. Due to worry and stress I had to nervous breakdown and had to give up the post office and sold our home.
We bought a small home in St. George next. The climate was better for me. But, wages were poor. Living expenses were higher. Dad and Bruce were unhappy. So, we bought the Ross Heaton house and moved back to Alton.
After several years of Dad working at whatever, Bill called from California. He said, he would give Dad a job, a place to live and all the produce we needed, if we would move to Merced. So we did. We lived there for about two years. Then we moved back to Alton.
In March, 1972, we sold that home to Gerry Hoyt and bought Rollan's little home in Orderville.
Love is what makes a home and we had so many children to live for. I am so grateful for all the homes we have owned. Ever since our tent, each home has been a little nicer and more comfortable. Now my cup is full. I have been greatly blessed and do appreciate what I have had.
In between our own homes we lived in rented homes. When Rollan was born we rented two rooms in Roy Robertson's house in Alton. Dad was herding sheep and we lived there during the winter. When Aleena was born we rented part of Lynn Heaton's home for the winter. Then when Aleena was six we moved to St.George for the winter as some of the children were in high school. We lived in two homes there. When in Merced we lived in a two bedroom house at first, then a farm house on Stretch Road.
In 1970, I rented a small house for Emma and Ervin. I lived there in the winter and visited my children in the summer.
Next, Bruce moved me to Wendover, Utah, into a trailer house. Then we went to a nice trailer house at the Cow Springs Trading Post.
I have lived a very busy life and have enjoyed all of my moves. And I am no worse for it that I can see.