Grandma Turpin's Love for Sports
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I inherited my love for sports from my Father's mother. She enjoyed watching her grandsons play baseball, softball and basketball. She would have enjoyed our day with all the televised sporting events available.
Goodwin, John William - Life Story
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I am Anita Green McGehee Johnson, a direct descendant of Maria Argent and her second husband, Hyrum Pendleton Trim. One of life's very interesting coincidences occurred when I was 18 years old. I grew up in Pocatello, Idaho, and got a job at the Ross Park Drive In, met a girl working there named Geri Scott, and we became good friends. We were in an accident and I was home for weeks recuperating. Geri's family came to visit my family (though they had never met before), and for some strange reason the conversation turned to genealogy. It turned out that Geri was descended through Maria Argent and her first husband, William Goodwin - through John William Goodwin. Geri was from the Blackfoot area where John William Goodwin lived during the latter part of his life. Since I was also descended through Maria Argent, that made us almost related, right? I believe Geri's mother said she had copies of the letters John William exchanged with his father in England (although they never met in person). Boy, would I love to read those letters now!) This history has been in my Book of Remembrance for years but I do not know where I got it - so, happy reading.
John William Goodwin, the son of William Goodwin and Maria A. Argent, was born 4 February 1853, at Orsett, Essex, England. Maria embraced the teachings of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints, but her husband did not accept the faith. Maria was determined to come to America to be with the main body of the Church membership, so while her husband was away from home she took six-year-old John and they hid at the dock in Liverpool for an entire day and night until they could board the ship.
After they arrived in New York, a Mr. Keritchalon gave Maria a job as a housekeeper and cook. Mr. Keritchalon gave young John a little red wheelbarrow and told him his job was to pick up all the feathers around the place and put them in a pile – he would be working like his mother. John was pleased to think he had a job, too, so he worked hard to get all the feathers piled up. The wind blew them all over again and John felt bad – he sat down and cried. But Mr. Keritchalon said, “You can pick them up again, can’t you? That’s your job.”
John and his mother came across the plains to join the Saints in the Salt Lake Valley. John had to walk, but when his feet got sore he was permitted to ride in Brigham Young’s wagon. While crossing the plains, Maria met Hyrum Pendleton Trim. They were later married in Salt Lake City in October of 1861. Hyrum Pendleton Trim was born November 16, 1815, in Maine, and came to Utah in 1861 in the Capt. Hansie Company. Hyrum was a good fellow and a good father to John, yet John did not like someone else taking his father’s place.
The family moved to Snyderville, Utah, where Hyrum owned and operated a shingle mill. The shingles, and also timber that he cut, were used in building the Court House in Salt Lake City, as well as other community buildings. John helped in the mill, although he was just a boy, and received the only education available to him. Hyrum insisted that John spend some time each day writing and figuring on some of the shingles with a piece of charcoal. There were many hardships and even necessary clothing for the family was at a premium. John used burlap bags to bind about his feet during the winter to keep his feet from freezing.
When he was 12 years old, John worked at a shingle mill in Parley’s Canyon hauling shingles down to the city. The roads were rough through the canyon and he was very young to be handling a team for heavy work. One day as he was traveling along, one of the wheels of his wagon dropped into a hole, throwing him off the load. Two wheels ran over his chest, crushing it. The doctor told his mother that he would have to be buried to his chin in the damp earth to draw out the inflammation. A hole was dug and he was buried with just his head above ground for 36 hours. He was given a very slim chance of recovering, but as time went on and he did improve, the doctor gave them hope that he might be all right if he was not given any meat or other solid foods to eat because they would be hard to digest and could result in his death. One day his mother was cooking steaks for dinner and John begged repeatedly for some, but was refused. However, there was a steak left from dinner that was put in the cupboard when the table was cleared. While his mother was out of the house for a pail of water, John got out of his bed and ate the steak. He went into convulsions and had a high fever. When his mother discovered what he had done, she was very frightened and called the doctor. When he arrived, the doctor said, “What is done is done, but if he lives the night through he will probably recover.” From that time on, John gained strength and did recover, and he resumed hauling freight through Parley’s Canyon.
When John was 15 years old, a man died and John was sent with an ox team to get the casket and bring it back to Snyderville. It took him several days to make the trip and it was midnight when he got home. On the way back he saw something white cross the road, and as he got closer he saw that it was the man that had died. When he got home he described what he had seen and everyone said it was one of the white oxen that had been lost. But his mother asked him how the man had been dressed, and to their surprise he was dressed just like the man that had died.
As a young man, he hauled freight from Park City, Utah, to Salt Lake City, using a team of oxen that he called Mike and Jerry. On one return trip to Salt Lake, the load included something rather unusual –a man who had frozen to death in a sitting position. As he and a companion journeyed over the rough hills and hollows with their load of freight, the frozen member of the party rocked back and forth, and at times nearly fell from the load. In order to keep him with them, John’s companion sat on his feet. All went well until the sleigh runner hit a large bump and pitched the body backward, throwing the other man completely off the load and into the snow. He picked himself up from the snow, laughing, and said, “That is the first time I’ve ever been thrown from a sleigh by a dead man.”
John often told of the days when he was a young man and how the fellows in his crowd would try to outdo one another in making their outfits and horses look the best. When he recalled one occasion it caused him to laugh. He had bought a whole bolt of green material and braided it in the tail and mane of his horses, and all through the harness and his buggy. The material that was left over he gave to the girls to make bows for their hair.
By the time John was 21, he worked as an engineer for the railroad. On one of their trips they were stalled in a terrible blizzard. They used all of the fuel whistling for help. The brakeman was getting very cold and was told to keep moving as much as possible. John began telling stories to keep their minds off the cold until help arrived, and no further notice was given to any particular member of the group. When assistance did arrive, all able hands pitched in to get moving. When they reached the round house they found the brakeman sitting very still. They carried him into the back room of the round house and laid him on a table. The rest of the men huddled around the stove getting warm and talking when suddenly there was a noise from the back room. Rushing into the room, they found the brakeman had fallen off the table. As he thawed, his legs had straightened, causing him to fall off the table, dead.
John and Catherine were married in the Endowment House in Salt Lake City on August 24, 1874. They continued living in Sugar House and Catherine worked in the Church. John worked for the railroad and also hauled logs from the canyon. Their first three children were born while living there, but John’s work with the railroad took him to Coalville much of the time, so the family eventually moved to Coalville, Utah. Two more children were added to their family, but misfortune and illnesses of various types took three of their children in a period of two years. Three-year-old Catherine, or Katie as she was called, died from complications following whooping cough. Little John became ill and passed away, and James died when he was only nine days old. All three were buried in Coalville, Utah. The family was despondent and felt they could not live there any longer. They moved back to Sugar House and lived in a small two-room house with the one room dug back into the hill. They had two more children, and their daughter Lois always claimed she was born in a dugout. This home was just west of where the old Utah State Prison stood.
The family next moved to a corner lot on 11th East and 11th South. Here John built a larger red brick home for his family and two more children were born while they lived there. John still held his job as Fireman with the railroad. Before long, the corner of the lot was sold to a Mr. Hemsley, and he built a store.
A certain Chinaman came regularly through their neighborhood selling his wares, and the boys in the neighborhood, the Goodwin boys included, swiped his wares while he was making his deliveries. Then the boys ran away chanting – “Ching Chong Chinaman, how do you sell your fish? Five cents, ten cents, fifteen cents apiece?” The Chinaman, in rage, chased the boys brandishing a long wicked-looking knife, but he was never able to catch them. Parents of the rascals scolded their sons and retrieved the goods, but on the next delivery date all would be repeated.
The family’s red brick home and the rest of the lot was traded to a Mr. Tate for an acre of ground and a red brick home with three rooms and a pantry. The acre was planted to alfalfa and some fruit trees. The many shrubs and flowers about the place remains in the memory of the children as a spot of beauty. Half of this lot was later sold to the eldest son, Avery, who in turn sold it to Edward Turpin. The two co-owners (Avery and Edward Turpin) bought more ground adjoining the rear and side of the original property, and planted an acre of strawberries, as well as many fruit trees, currants, raspberries and gooseberries. It was a lot of hard work for the whole family to keep the berries cultivated and picked. The berries were picked early in the morning before the sun was hot, and again in the evening, then hauled to market during the early hours of the next morning. There was a large Farmer’s Market in Salt Lake City where they obtained a stall and sold their produce.
John was a horse trader, often coming home with a different horse than he left with in the morning. It is told that he would leave with a beautiful, well-groomed horse, and return with crow bait that he fattened and trained for the next trade. There were also times when he didn’t do badly at all.
The last three members of the family were born in this new home. Their eldest daughter, Florence, was married to Edward Turpin, and they moved into the one-room and pantry portion of the home. They were still living there when their first baby boy (Eddie) was born.
In time, this home was also sold and another brick home and lot was purchased in Winder Ward. John went to work as foreman on a ranch for a Mr. Gunn. This man owned the Hotel Utah at the time, and the produce from the farm was used in the Hotel dining room. The scraps from the tables were hauled back to the farm and fed to the pigs, which in turn were also used in the Hotel dining room. Mr. Gunn and a friend were scuffling at the Hotel one day when this friend accidentally struck Mr. Gunn a blow over the area of his heart which caused his death.
Wages then were not what they are today – many days John worked long hours for 75 cents to a dollar per day, with nothing but burlap bound around his feet for shoes. He worked at many different occupations to provide for his family – for a time at an ore smelter, and he hauled mahogany wood for his family’s winter fuel and to sell to others for their winter supply.
By that time, many of John and Catherine’s children and other members of their family had moved to Idaho, farming in or near the Thomas area. John and Catherine finally decided to join them in 1914, and lived there the rest of their lives, with the exception of one year which they spent in California with two of their sons, Joseph and LeRoy.
John was a comedian in many ways and was the life of many parties. He and his wife loved to dance and learned to dance the Varsuveann well, and were called upon to do this dance on many occasions, winning several prizes. Once John was given a prize for being the homeliest man, and they won a joint prize (a portrait of themselves) for being the oldest couple and having the largest family.
Their eldest son Avery had a stroke in 1928, died on July 2, 1931, at the age of 55, and was buried in the Thomas Riverside Cemetery in Bingham County, Idaho, on July 5, 1931.
Another son, Joseph Edger, and Joseph’s son Lennis were killed on October 2, 1948, on the Arco highway while returning from the Moore L.D.S. Church, which they were building at the time. Their pickup truck went out of control and they were both killed instantly. They were buried on October 7, 1948, in Idaho Falls, Bonneville Co., Idaho. Joseph was 56 years old at the time of his death, and his son Lennis was 18.
John William Goodwin died April 15, 1940, at his home in Thomas, Bingham Co., Idaho. He was 87 years old. He was buried on April 21, 1940, at the Thomas Riverside Cemetery. His wife followed him in death three years later on September 13, 1943, at the age of 87. She passed away at the home of her daughter Florence Turpin in Blackfoot, Bingham Co., Idaho, and was buried at the side of her husband. Their son Nathan Abner passed away on May 8, 1956, at Blackfoot, and their daughter Florence Lucretia died on December 4, 1962, at Blackfoot, leaving three daughters and one son still living at the time.
Florence Lucretia Goodwin
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When grandma was older she would spend a couple of months with each of her children homes. Her youngest son Rex and his wonderful wife lived with grandma in her house and cared for for years after grandpa died.
The Life History of Florence Lucretia Goodwin written by daughter Ida May Turpin Lowe
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Florence Lucretia Goodwin, the daughter of John William Goodwin and Catherine Maria Staker, was born 16 August 1878, in Sugarhouse, Salt Lake County, Utah. Her father immigrated to this country from Orsett, Essex, England with his mother, Maria A. Argent, when he was a small child.
Mother was the eldest daughter and second child of a family of 12 children. Her brother, Avery, was two years and eight days older than her. Lucretia, her middle name, was given to her because her father's aunt had written from England requesting the new daughter be given that name.
Mother started school at the age of eight years, at Butlerville, Utah where her father went to work in a paper mill. She was not able to go to school for long because they lived a long ways from school and the winter storms made it difficult to attend regularly for she had to walk and couldn't make it in the deep snow. She had very little education. She had migrane headaches all her life, which kept her out of school a great deal. Being the eldest girl in the family she missed a lot of school because she had to help care for her brothers and sisters. Her schooling ended at the third grade.
When we lived in Coalville, her mother bore three children. Katie, with dark red hair, died of whooping cough. Mother remembered Katie at two rocking herself in a low cradle by sticking her legs through the rungs and pushing. While Katie was sick, their father brought home two dolls for his little girls. They were wax dolls, mother's was dressed in blue and Katies' in red. This was the first doll mother can recall having. Her mother's health failed so the family moved from Coalville to Butlerville, then to Sugarhouse where her brother, Nathan, was born. He was seven years and two and a half months younger than mother.
In Sugarhouse they lived near her grandmother Staker. They played at her home a lot. She recalls climbing the big boxelder trees and building playhouses which they played in. Mother didn't have any girl playmates, just her brother Avery and Uncle Roy Staker. The children went to Primary in Sugarhouse. The little brick Primary building joined on to Grandma Staker's place. There the children went each week and sat on the benches that were placed in a circle. Each child would bear their testimonies. As mother remembered, each child would say about the same thing. Mother remembered this with a smile on her face and a twinkle in her eye.
She lived a normal life with her brothers and sisters. Their parents taught them the gospel by precept and by example. They were taught to do their share of the tasks about the home. They also taught them to love and respect each other and their fellow men.
Her father moved his family to Holladay and settled on a fruit farm. While living here, mother met and fell in love with and married the dark handsome Edward James Turpin. Their wedding day was 13 April 1898. Their marriage was later solemnized in the Salt Lake Temple on 4 November 1903. They spent their honeymoon in a sheep camp. At that time, father was a sheepherder. Father was a farmer at heart and their first endeavor was a fruit farm in Holladay, Utah. It was next to Grandfather's farm. They operated this fruit farm for several years. During these years five children were born to them. When William was born, mother had the smallpox. Grandmother Turpin came and took care of her and the baby. Father, Edward, and Ida were fumigated out and lived with Grandmother Goodwin, until mother was well again. When Nathan was two years old, he had infantile paralysis. This left him crippled for life. All during Nathan's life, mother's faith and care was the things that kept him going. In 1909, the year that Juanita was born, they sold the fruit farm and moved to Idaho where they bought a farm southwest of Blackfoot, Idaho. Father and Uncle Nate Goodwin left in the spring with wagon and team taking two weeks to make the trip from Salt Lake City to Blackfoot. Mother followed a few weeks later with the five small children traveling by train. The first year they lived in a two room log house rented from Forest Larson. That winter mother grubbed sage brush during blizzards to keep her five children from freezing. Uncle Nate was on the lavas getting out cedar wood, and father was tending sheep to earn money for food. During this first year, father bought a forty-acre farm in the Thomas area. It was covered with huge sagebrush, which had to be cleared before a crop could be planted. Father moved his family to this farm in 1910. They lived in an old shanty and a tent while father built a new house with cement walls. Father moved his family to this farm in 1910. Water for the family was taken from an open well, drawn by hand over hand with oaken buckets. Sage brush was used for firewood to cook their meals. Kerosene lamps were used for light. Mother was a real helpmate to father, never complaining of the hardships she had to endure. During their pioneering days, five more children were born. A midwife, Grandma Crawford, as she was affectionately called, delivered Naomi and Jennie. Mother nearly gave her life when Rex was born. The doctor told her if she ever had another child, she would die. So all through her pregnancy with Jesse, she was really frightened, but as it turned out, it was one of her easier births. The Relief Society sisters washed and anointed her before Jesse was born.
In 1914 father built a new home on the south end of the forty. When Jennie was a wee babe, they moved into the lovely home ( really an up-to-date home at this time). It had 7 rooms, bathroom, two big porches and a one basement room. We all were so very proud of this home. Father landscaped it and made it very lovely. It was while living here that Deola, Rex, and Jesse were born. Rex was a sickly baby. Many nights mother sat up holding him so he could get his breath. Because of all the loving care she gave him, she really clung to him.
In November of 1926, William Melvin left for his mission, to the Southern States. He had to have a hernia operation and his tonsils removed before leaving. William was also married just befoer leaving for his mission to Mary Forman. William was a good missionary and made his family proud of him. While father and mother were in Salt Lake with William, mother had a double operation. She had a goiter taken out and a tumor taken off her leg. The leg operation left her crippled for the rest of her life. The cord was cut in her leg, causing her foot to drop down when she raised it. Before the doctor had released her to come home, she received word from home that Nathan was very very ill with inflammatory rheumatism. Juanita had been staying out of school taking care of him. We became so frightened over his condition that we didn't dare keep the news from Dad and Mother any longer. Mother insisted on coming home to Nathan. From the time she came home, she didn't rest until he was well again. This is a good example of the kind wonderful mother we had. She never thought of herself but always of others.
Edward Richard was married January 1919 to Dora Noack. Ida May was married to Henry Nelson in November 1919. William Melvin was married to Mary Forman in November 1926. Juanita was married to Wilford Nelson in February 1927. Nathan Van Buran was married to Cecilia Roy in September 1929. Our parents were also blessed with eight grandchildren while living here.
Dad wanting to help his sons get a home bought a 50-acre farm on the highway at Riverside and a 50-acre farm by the Thomas store. Shortly after purchasing the Riverside farm, father moved his family there. This house wasn't very good but it didn't take father long to make it a lovely modern home. This is the first time they had electricity. In the previous home, they first had kerosene lamps, later gas. He finally purchased a carbide lighting system. At that time, it was very wonderful.
Here Naomi was married to Glen Taylor August 12, 1931. Father died on January 27, 1936. Jesse was killed October 31, 1936. Jennie was married to Millard Rooks September 24, 1936. Deola was married to Virgil Jolley on January 14, 1937. The deaths of father and Jesse were a severe blow to all of us but especially to mother. So when she and Rex were left alone, it was hard for mother to run the farm. She tried for several years with the help of her family, but she finally sold it to Nathan. She went to live in Nathan's home in Blackfoot on South Stout Street. It was while she lived in this home that Grandmother Goodwin became ill and came to live with mother.
Mother cared for grandmother until her death. Grandmother was bedfast the last few months of her life. Mother was really an angel of mercy around sickness. Rex was married to Carol Samuelson on March 2, 1944. Because mother could not be left alone, Rex lived with her. The last few months of her life, due to bad health, she lived with her daughters. Her death came on December 4, 1962 at the age of 84 at the home of her daughter Jennie. Taking care of mother was a joy to all of us. She was truly a wonderful mother.
On her 80th birthday, her family held an open house where her children, grandchildren and many friends joined with her to make it a delightful day and evening. She was an active church member and loved to do temple work. She held church callings as a Sunday School teacher, Relief Society teacher, Relief Society Counselor in the East Thomas Ward Relief Society, Primary Counselor in the Cotton Wood Primary, worked on the genealogy and old folks committees. While in the Relief Society, she and the sisters took care of the sick and prepared the dead for burial. She went into many homes to nurse the sick. During the flu epidemic, she went into homes never thinking of her own health, but she was truly blessed for this. I remember the time she and Aunt Carrie Goodwin sat day and night with the Bankhead baby (Athlene), and when the baby died, mother cried as if her heart would break. She said she could not have felt worse if Athlene had been her own baby.
During her life in Blackfoot, she made her own income baby sitting. The children she tended and their parents learned to love her as a grandmother. Even after she was too old to tend children, those she had tended would bring her birthday and Christmas gifts. At her funeral, they sent flowers and attended her funeral. One boy who was then about 15 came to her casket and stood looking at her for a long time. In talking with him, he said "I sure did love her." Mother was an avid sports fan and was on hand for many baseball games. Television was a delight to her, giving her the opportunity to see the big league games. If a grandson or nephew or friend was playing, you could count on mother being there. She enjoyed going to the temple, and Juanita saw to it that she went often. We all miss mother greatly, but the things she taught us we will remember and be forever grateful. We thank our Father in Heaven for such a wonderful mother and father.
Life Story of John William Goodwin
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John William Goodwin, the son of William Goodwin and Maria A. Argent, was born 4 February 1853 at Orsett, Essex, England. He came with his mother to America when just a small boy of six or seven years. His father, William Goodwin, a heavy drinker and did not want to affiliate himself with the LDS Church which his wife embraced. Because of this, Maria took her son during the night while her husband was at work, and hid him in the bottom of a ship that was to sail to America, and thus they came to America to be with the main body of the church.
After arriving in New York, Maria obtained employment with a Mr. Keritchalon, either in a chicken processing plant or a feather factory. Mr. Keritchalon bought a little red wheelbarrow for John and told him to pick up all the feathers on the ground and haul them to a big pile. This would be his job, and he would be working just like his mother. This pleased the boy to have a wheelbarrow of his own so he worked diligently picking up the feathers. Then a gust of wind would come and blow the feathers all about again. This would make John very angry, and he would sit and cry. Mr. Keritchelon would say, "You can pick them up again, can't you? That is your job." This was his way of keeping the boy busy while his mother worked.
It is not known how John and his mother made the trek from New York to Salt Lake Valley. It is told that while on the plains a mother in the company died and was buried on the prairie, leaving a baby girl. Maria was asked to take this baby and care for her on the journey. Maria tied a small piece of bacon to the baby's wrist and she would suck on that. Maria obtained food anyway she could to care for the baby.
While on the plains, Maria met a man by the name of Hyrum Pendleton Trim. They were later married in Salt Lake City in October 1861. This family moved to Snyderville, Utah where Hyrum P. Trim owned and operated a shingle mill. These shingles and also timber that he cut were used in building the county court house in Salt Lake City as well as other community buildings. John helped in the shingle mill although he was just a boy. Mr. Trim would insist that John spend some time each evening learning to write and understand math. He did not have paper so they used shingles to write on. They wrote with charcoal, and this was all the education John received. There were many hardships to bear. During the winter, they would wrap burlap bags around their feet to keep them warm.
As a young man, John hauled freight from Park City to Salt Lake City by ox team. He named his ox Mike and Jerry. On one of these trips, he was required to take a man who had died and had frozen in a sitting position to Salt Lake. John's companion workers sat on the dead man's feet to keep him on top of the load. As they journeyed over the rough ground with their load of freight and the dead man, they hit a bump and the dead man lurched back and threw the man who had been sitting on his feet into the snow. Whereupon the man laughingly picked himself up and said, "That is the first time I was ever thrown from a sleigh by a dead man!"
Another time while hauling a load of shingles from Parley's Canyon to Salt Lake City over very rough roads, John was thrown from his load when one wheel dropped into a deep rut. Two wheels then crushed his chest. The doctor told his mother that he would have to be buried to his neck to draw out the inflammation from his chest. A hole was dug in the mud, and John was buried with just his head sticking out for 36 hours. No one thought he would live, but as he improved, the doctor warned Maria that John should not eat meat or any other solid foods because that would be difficult to digest and would likely bring about his death. One day Maria was preparing a meat dinner for the hired men. John could not ignore the smell of the cooked meat and begged for some to eat, but was refused. One piece of meat was left after dinner and was put in the cupboard. While Maria was out of the house getting a bucket of water, John got out of his bed, got the meat, crawled back into bed, and ate it. He went into convulsions, and he had a high fever. When Maria discovered what he had done, she called the doctor. When he came, he said, "What is done, is done, but if he lives the night through, he will probably be all right." From that time on, John gained strength and recovered. He continued hauling freight through Parley's Canyon until the family moved to Sugar House.
It was here in Sugar House that John met Catherine Maria Staker, daughter of William Henry Staker and Catherine Maria Parsons. John believed that young men would try to out do one another in making their outfits and horses look the best. The girls would go with the fellows with the best looking outfits. John bought a whole bolt of bright green material and braided it in the tail and mane of his horse and all through the harness and buggy. The remaining material he gave to the girls to make bows for their hair. He also said that when they went to dances, they took a bushel of grain or a squash or some other produce to pay their dance ticket. They would dance until morning. Every time he picked up his girl for a date, her mother would have two or three bushels of apples to peel, or a cord of wool to card, or corn to be shelled before they could leave. This helped this pioneer mother who was raising her family mostly by herself. That mother was Catherine Maria Parsons Staker. John married her daughter, Catherine Maria, on 24 August 1874 in the Endowment House in Salt Lake City, Utah.
John was working for the railroad as a fireman, and his friend, Mr Eldredge, was the brakeman. They continued to live in Sugar House, Utah. Catherine worked in the church, and John continued working for the railroad and hauling logs from the canyons.
Three children were born to them while living in Sugar House: William Avery, Florence Lucretia, and Catherine Maria. His work with the railroad took him to Coalville much of the time and away from his family so they decided to move to Coalville. Two more children were born in Coalville: John and James Clarence. Sickness came to them, and three of their children died in just a period of two years: Catherine Maria or "Katie" had whooping cough. She loved dandelions and while she was ill, she kept her mother busy gathering the bright yellow flowers for her. She developed complications and passed away 22 June 1882 when not quite two years old. Little John became ill and passed away 15 February 1883 when only two months and 19 days old. James Clarence was born 6 January 1884, and passed away 17 January 1884 from blood poisoning that developed from improper cleaning at the time of his birth. All three children were buried in Coalville. The family was so alone much of the time there, and after losing the three babies, their mother became so despondent and grieved for her children that John felt they could not live there any longer so he moved his family back to Sugar House.
In Sugar House, they lived in a little two-room house. One room was dug back into the hill. Two more children were born there: Nathan Abner and Lois Edna. Lois always claimed that she was born in a dugout. This home was just a short distance west of where the old Utah State Prison stood. John was still working as a fireman on the railroad. On one of his trips, a terrible blizzard stalled the train, and it was getting colder. They had used up all the fuel while waiting for help to come. John noticed that Mr. Eldredge, the brakeman, was getting extremely cold. John told him to keep moving as much as possible. John began telling stories to keep their minds off the terrible cold until help could arrive. When help finally arrived, John noticed that Mr. Eldredge was sitting very still. All hands pitched in to help get out so no more notice was given to the brakeman until they reached the round house. By then, he was stiff so they packed him into a back room and laid him on a table. The men sat around the fire warming and telling stories when a sudden noise caused them to investigate in the back room. The brakeman had thawed and his legs straightened causing him to tumble off the table. Many hardships and trying times were experienced on the railroad in those early days.
The family moved from the small two-room house to a corner lot on 11 East and 11 South in Sugar House. Here Grandfather built a larger red brick home for his family. He still worked as a fireman on the railroad. Two more children were born: George Anson and Joseph Edgar. The family did not live there long. The corner of the lot was sold to a Mr. Hemsley on which he built a store. The store obscured their home, and there was a canal running from corner to corner through the lot. They kept a couple of cows and a calf on this lot.
A Chinaman used to come through the neighborhood selling vegetables, etc. and the boys in the neighborhood, the Goodwin boys included, would swipe his wares while he was delivering at the houses, then run away chanting: "Ching Chong Chinaman, how do you sell your fish? Five cents, ten cents, fifteen cents a piece?" The Chinaman, in his anger, would chase them, brandishing a long, wicked-looking knife. He was never able to catch
the rascals, and the scolding from their parents wasn't sufficient treatment to bring results, and it would be repeated again the next time he came around.
The home and lot were traded to a Mr. Tate for an acre of ground and a red brick home with three rooms and a pantry. The day the family moved to this home in Holladay, the two elder boys, Avery and Nathan, drove the cows and calf, while John and Catherine took their furniture and supplies on a wagon. The mud was deep, nearly to the hubs of the wheels, and it took all day to make the trip of only a few miles. Joseph Edgar sat between his father and mother on the high seat and sang to the top of his lungs all the way: "Ta Ra Ra Ra Boom De Ay."
This acre of ground was planted in alfalfa with only a few fruit trees on it when the Goodwin family moved there. The house stood well back from the street with a footpath to the front door. At the beginning of the path and on the right grew a sweetbrier bush. Lois remembered it especially for the lovely perfume it wafted into the air when it blossomed. To the left of the path stood a large lilac and near the house were two French lilac trees. A lovely old-fashioned flower garden grew along the right side of the path. Lois remembered one clump of red peonies and another of white chrysanthemums in that garden, along with a large variety of flowers that blossomed through the growing season. There was one pie cherry tree in the center of the lawn and two apple trees in back of the house with a large grassy play area for the kids and their neighborhood friends. Later John and Ed Turpin bought another acre of ground that joined the original acre on the right. John sold half of this acre to his eldest son, Avery, who, in turn, sold it to Ed Turpin. Another strip of land was purchased by John and Ed that joined the rear, and John bought still another strip to the rear and side of his original purchase. All of his new land was planted in fruit trees and berries. He grew an acre of strawberries. The rest was planted in peaches, apricots, quince, nectarine, cherries, apples, prunes, plums, as well as gooseberries, currants, and raspberries. It was a lot of hard work for the family to keep the berries picked and cultivated, and it called for early and late working hours for the whole family. Berries had to be picked before the sun became hot and again in the evenings as long as they could see to pick. They were hauled to market during the early wee hours the next morning. There was a Farmer's Market in Salt Lake City where farmers could obtain a stall to display their produce for sale.
John was quite a horse trader and would often return with a different horse than he left with in the morning. This was most upsetting to his wife. It was told that he would leave with a beautiful animal and come home with just crow-bait that he would fatten and train for the next trade. Sometimes he didn't do so badly.
Three more children were born to them in this home: Genevieve Pearl, Alvin LeRoy, and Vera Amanda. Their oldest daughter, Florence, married Ed Turpin and moved into the one room and pantry part of the home, and were living there when their first son, Eddie, was born. This left just the two front rooms for John and Catherine and their large family. There was a saying, "If there is room in the heart, there was room in the house." They didn't lack for room in the heart.
In time, this home was sold and another brick home and lot purchased in Winder Ward. John worked as foreman on a ranch owned by Mr. Gunn. Mr. Gunn managed the Hotel Utah at the time, and the produce from his farm was used in the hotel dining room. The scraps from the dining tables were hauled back to the farm and fed to the pigs that were also used for the dining room. Mr. Gunn offered John all he had if he could take the beautiful red hair from his daughter Genevieve's head and make it grow on his own. He was completely bald. Mr. Gunn paid good wages and kept John busy the year around. He kept working for Mr. Gunn until Mr. Gunn died. Mr. Gunn and a friend were scuffling one day, and Mr. Gunn was struck in the chest. A blood clot formed causing his heart to fail. After that, wages were not always so good. John worked at times for 75 cents to a dollar per day, and with no shoes. He knew how to appreciate the better times.
While working in Holladay, John and his sons, Avery and Nathan along with Ed Turpin, worked at an ore smelter, and they hauled mahogany wood for their winter fuel.
Some of the older children and their families moved to Idaho, and John and Catherine wanted to go also to be with their children. In 1915, they made another move to Idaho and settled in the Thomas area. They lived there for the rest of their lives with the exception of one year that they spent in California with two of their sons, Joseph Edger and Alvin LeRoy.
John was quite a comedian and was the life of many parties. He and Catherine liked to dance the varsovienne, and were called upon to dance at many public parties. They took the prize as best dancers on several occasions. He was also given the prize for being the homeliest man--taken in the spirit of fun. His prize at the Old Folks party was a pocket knife. The same year, the Hones Studio gave them a portrait of themselves for being the oldest couple at the party and for having the largest family.
Their eldest son, Avery, died 2 July 1931 and was buried 5 July 1931 at Thomas Riverside Cemetery, Bingham County, Idaho. He lived three years after suffering a stroke. He was 55 years at the time of his untimely death. Another son, Joseph Edger and his son, Lennis, were killed 2 October 1948 on the Arco highway when returning from work on the Moore, Idaho, LDS church they were building. Their pickup truck went out of control, and they were both killed instantly. They were buried 7 October 1948 in Idaho Falls, Bonneville, Idaho. Joseph was also 55 years old, and his son was just 18.
John died 15 April 1940 at his home at Thomas, Idaho. He was 87. He was buried 21 April 1940 at the Thomas-Riverside Cemetery. His wife, Catherine, followed him three years later on 13 September 1943. She was at the home of her daughter, Florence Turpin, in Blackfoot, Idaho. She is buried at the side of her husband. She was also 87 years old. At the time Grandpa John passed away, he had eight children living, 65 grandchldren (five had died), 65 great-grandchildren (four had died). At the time Grandma Catherine passed away, she had eleven grandsons in the armed services in World War II.
Grandmother Florence's love for Coke a' cola.
Contributor: Nana5667 Created: 1 year ago Updated: 1 year ago
One of my earliest memories of my father's mother was of the time while visiting her home in Blackfoot, some cousins and I found ourselves snooping around in her bedroom. While looking under her bed we could see a short wooden box. Our curiosity over came us and we slid it our from under the bed. To our amazement it was a case of those small 8 or ten ounce green bottles of coke a'cola. It was obvious to us that our grandmother had a fondness for coke a' cola soft drink. Or perhaps she kept if for medicinal purposes.