George T Lufkin

1876 - 1949

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1876 - 1949
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George T Lufkin


Annis Little Butte Cemetery

3810 East Menan Lorenzo Highway
Rigby, Jefferson, Idaho
United States


October 12, 2011


October 11, 2011

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Norma Lufkin Life Sketch as told at her funeral

Contributor: Allantedeb Created: 1 year ago Updated: 1 year ago

When you went to visit Norma her usual greeting was with a smile, a hug, or she would grab your hand and say, "Well, hello, I'm so glad to see you or I'm so glad you're here". I'm sure she is saying that today. She was a loving Wife, Mother, Grandmother, Great-Grandmother, Great-Great-Grandmother, Aunt and friend. She lived a long and productive 91 years. Her life began on 15 March, 1911 in a log cabin which was built by her Dad, it sat on the family's homestead in Annis, Idaho. Her father was George Townsend Lufkin and her mother was Alice Ann Heaps. She was of English, Scottish, and Irish descent. She was the 8th of 10 children. They were Verna May, George LeRoy, LaVar, John Henry, Thomas Eugene, Grace, Maxine, Ryland and Ellwood. LaVar and John Henry died at young ages. She loved her family and looked up to them. The family owned large acres of land and it was required that all the children help with the farm work starting at the age of six. She spent many hours working in the fields thinning beets, pulling weeds, cutting potato sets, herding cattle, feeding and milking cows, gathering eggs and helping can food produced from the garden and fruit trees. Norma and her sister, Maxine, helped their mother every week polish the silverware, clean the house being given specific rooms to clean so they wouldn't fight. Their mother demanded good work. She attended school in Annis, Idaho and loved school. She graduated from Rigby High School. Their entertainment as kids was playing hop scotch, ring around the rosy, jump rope, ante I over, softball, baseball, swimming in the canal, ice skating on the slough, riding a schooner down the Little Butte and riding horses. The family had a special horse named Flax. One day Norma and her brother, Ryland, had to deliver a double boiler their mother had borrowed from Aunt Verna who lived down the street on the corner. Norma got on the front and Ryland on the back of Old Flax. Norma had the morning milk in a bucket and Ryland had the boiler. Flax didn't want to go and was balking, so she was kicking him and trying to get him to move. About that time Ryland whacked him on the rear end with the boiler and he crouched down and jumped right out from under them. Instantly they were sitting on the ground, milk spilled and Norma was furious. Ryland said she swore a streak, can you blame her? Some of the highlights of her life were living with her friends during her High School years in Rigby; dancing, which her Dad, George Townsend Lufkin, taught her to do; singing, especially with her Dad; traveling with the Relief Society Singing Mothers to Salt Lake to sing in the Tabernacle on Temple Square for the Relief Society General Conference; visiting her children and grandchildren and going to hear her niece, Madelon, sing at different functions. Her favorite time of year was Fall and she loved to go on a drive with her husband, Samuel LaMar Burke, to see the colors in the mountains. Her first job was in June 1930 working at the Associated Seed Company in Rigby for a year or so. In July 1931 she worked for Mountain States Telephone and Telegraph Company in Rigby as a switchboard operator. She became chief operator working full time from 1935 to 1939 and was fortunate to have this job during the great depression when a lot of people didn't have jobs. While working at the telephone office she met Samuel LaMar Burke, who was a friend of her roommates. Wow! Was he handsome. They started dating and were married on 2 November, 1939 in Iona, Idaho. They went to dances at the Wandemere in Idaho Falls and Riverside Gardens/ She loved the Big Band music. It was after a dance at Riverside that Samuel LaMar proposed to her. They were later married in the Salt Lake Temple on 10 June, 1940. They lived in Iona and Idaho Falls for the next 11 years having four boys during that time, Morris, Marlin Lamar, Gordon Lufkin and Steven Rodney. It was during the war so food was rationed. Norma worked on and off for the telephone company during that time. In April 1950 after her Dad died, they moved from Iona to Annis, on to the family homestead and lived in her parents home on 40 acres of land and it was exactly two years later that they had a daughter, Ava LaRue. In 1957 she worked part-time as a switchboard operator for Phillips Petroleum, which was a division of the Atomic Energy. She worked in the Communications Section at the National Reactor Station at the A.E.C. site 50 miles west of Idaho Falls. After three months there she transferred to the A.E.C. Headquarters in Idaho Falls and worked there part time as an operator for six years. She worked with a special friend, Vesta Pratt. They shared many good times and experiences. In July 1939 before she and Samuel LaMar got married he took her to Alberta, Canada to the Cardston Temple to get her Patriarchal Blessing by the same gentleman who had given Samuel LaMar his. What an experience that was for her and Samuel LaMar. George Townsend Lufkin and some of their friends went with them. She served as a teacher in the M.I.A. and also a Guide teacher in the Primary in Iona in the 1940's. In the Annis Ward she taught the Literature class in the Relief Society for four years. She served as Relief Society Secretary for six years and as Second Counselor in the Relief Society. She and Samuel and LaMar served as Secretaries in the Junior Sunday School for four years. They then served six years in the Spanish Extraction Program as missionaries. They served many hours and made some wonderful friend. She served as a Visiting Teacher for 46 years. She quite often would go golfing with Samuel LaMar and would drive the cart. On one occasion they were golfing with Dick and LaRue Dennis, and she accidentally drove the cart up on to the t box. Samuel LaMar never let her live that down. Norma loved her family and always worried about what to fix to eat when they came home to visit. Although she hated to cook, she was a wonderful cook. She made lots of casseroles, cakes, cookies and pies. Favorites for lots of people was her mahogany cake with caramel frosting, ride pudding, homemade chicken and noodles and oatmeal chocolate chip cookies. No one could make her mahogany cake and rice pudding like Norma could. About a month before Norma passed, several of us were visiting her and we asked about how to make the rice pudding. Norma told us the ingredients and we asked her how long to cook it and she said, 'just cook it until it's done". Basketball was her favorite sport and she loved to go to the games at school and watch it on television. She knew who a lot of the players were. Her favorite was Larry Bird. She followed the Utah Jazz and local high school games when relatives were playing. She kept up on the news, world events and politics and enjoyed reading until her eyesight got bad. She lost her hearing years ago and that was hard on her and she always felt she missed out on a lot of things, which she did. In spite of these impairments she had a good attitude and dealt with it admirably. When her children were young, she would take the milk check they received from selling milk and buy Caramel's from Kraft through the milk company for Christmas. What a treat. We all had our turns sitting on the back of the couch pulling her gray hairs. She loved to be pampered. LaRue would go see her and she would say, "Isn't there anything to pick?" She enjoyed having her nails painted and her hair curled. Her favorite colors were pink and green. Her favorite movie star was Elizabeth Taylor. When asked what her favorite food was, her response was, "It would be easier for me to answer the foods I don't like", but her favorite was ham. Her favorite flower was Sweet Pea,, favorite song was "Let Me Call You Sweetheart". She took pride in her appearance and always tried to look nice where ever she went. She had a devoted family and her three Daughters-In-Law were especially good to her and took great care of her. Steve went above and beyond his duties as a son. Everyone who met or took care of Norma the past two years loved her. She was pleasant and easy to deal with. She was always giving the nursing staff and aids approval for what they did for her. She never complained. Once while Norma was raising her children, she was trying to hurry and mop the kitchen floor before the Relief Society Visiting Teachers came. Well, she kicked the bucket of water over and then fell down in it in her dress and apron. Steve and LaRue were just kids and were laughing . About that time a knock came on the front door and when they opened the door there was the Visiting Teachers. They came in and greeted Norma laying on the floor in hysterics. Norma had a wonderful sense of humor and could tell stories and jokes with the best of them. When she laughed she lit up the room. She never lost her sense of humor. She loved to visit with people. She loved her friends and kept in contact with them up until they passed away and there are not many still living. Norma was someone to confide in, a good listener, she was not a gossip and disliked catty people. She was strong and a very private person and never showed her emotions. Some of her words of wisdom included: Don't be judgmental, think before you speak, many hands make light work, and you get out of life just what you put into it. Memorial Day was always a special and important day to her. We had to make sure the graves of our loved ones were decorated. Norma would say we needed to put one on that grave over there because there is nothing on it. We have tried to continue that tradition for Mother these last few years and will do our best to continue. I would like to relate some comments written to Norma by various people a few years ago: Nola Stiles recalls her memories: "It was a cold winter evening with the snow piled high glittering with the reflected moonlight and the lights in your windows were beaming "Welcome, Welcome!" Another was a hot summer afternoon, no wind, your windows were open to the shade of all your trees which always seemed to say, "Come and share". You and I deciding not to go to the rodeo with the men and instead thumbing through your cookbooks. Did you ever figure out how much 5 cents worth of macaroni was worth?" Zelma Hall recalls: "Even though you probably knew all the tings we tried to introduce in homemaking meeting, you were one of the true faithful who always came and then never failed to say how good it was-in fact congratulating other people is a virtue of yours." Pam Rose Saunders wrote: "I remember your home as one where there was always delicious food and a lot of it! The berries and cream were a delicacy we didn't get at anybody else's house. Meals just seemed to appear without effort and all were welcome to what was on your table. Room to run and nights filled with laughter for us kids at your house." June Price White shares: "Oh, the joy of a Sunday afternoon visit with Aunt Norma frequently apologizing for her goodies which she claimed were just not up to par with either too much or too little flour or the oven was too hot or cold!" Her son Gordon, wrote her a letter which aptly describes the feelings of all of her children. "I think the most fitting compliment I could give you is to tell you "You've been a good mother!" and I love and admire you and thank you for all you've done and said." Our lives are made up of memories, both good and bad, but when my memories of you come flooding in, I can't remember a bad one. You helped teach me some good traits, like how to work and to enjoy reading and learning. You also gave me some advise about choosing good friends and being careful about who you confide in. You said many friends were temporary but that you always have your family. You told me it takes a lifetime to build a reputation, but only moments to shatter it. You worked hard at home and out of the home to help us have clothes, food and spending money. You are unselfish and always thinking of our needs before your own." Mom chased us all with a broom but Gordon said he was blessed with two fast feet and because of it was spared some unpleasant memories". I am not sure if the rest of us faired so well. Due to failing health she was required to move to Utah in April 1998. She will be remembered for her dazzling smile, sense of humor, her devotion to her family and friends, her dedication to the gospel, her wonderful meals, family reunions, her generosity and compassion. Norma leaves a legacy of 5 children, 16 grandchildren, 30 great grandchildren, 3 great great grandchildren, two step grandchildren, and 5 step great grandchildren. Written and given by Ava LaRue Burke Dennis (Daughter) Monday, August 23, 2004

Samuel LaMar Burke and Norma Lufkin by Norma Lufkin Burke

Contributor: Allantedeb Created: 1 year ago Updated: 1 year ago

Samuel LaMar Burke and Norma Lufkin were married November 2, 1939 at Iona, Idaho, Idaho. Bishop Arthur Schweider performed the ceremony at his home. On June 10, 1940 they were sealed in the Salt Lake Temple. Samuel LaMar Burke was born July 11, 1914 at Iona, Idaho. His parents were Samuel B. Burke and Sarah Ann Longhurst. When Samuel LaMar was twelve years old his family along with several other Mormon families moved to Bynum, Montana in March of 1927. They farmed for several years. Those years were difficult. Money was scarce and the winters were severe, but they remained faithful Church workers. Samuel LaMar graduated from Teton County High School in 1932. He loved to dance and sing and participated in the Mutual contest dances. After graduation he worked on several hay ranches. His mother passed away in January 1932 as the result of Cancer. After her death his Father chose to move his family of three boys and three girls back to Iona, Idaho. Samuel LaMar being the oldest. Samuel LaMar worked for various farmers and in the spring of 1937 he went to work for Chesbro Music Co. in Idaho Falls, Idaho. He received a Scout Merit badge and was active in the M.I.A. After his marriage to Norma they lived in Iona a short time and then moved to Idaho Falls where he was employed with the Railway Express Co. When World War II started the railroad was badly in need of men and Samuel LaMar went to work as a brakeman for the Union Pacific Railroad Co. in Pocatello, Idaho. He later returned to the Express Co. and after the purchase of the home and forty acres of farm ground formerly owned by Norma's parents they moved to Annis on April 15, 1950. Samuel LaMar continued to work for the Express Co. and run the farm also. By this time they had four boys, Morris, Marlin LaMar. Gordon Lufkin, and Steven Rodney. In April 1952 they were blessed with a baby girl, Ava LaRue. The boys were taught to work as we had several cows to milk and pigs and chickens to take care of along with a large garden plus hay to be hauled and grain and potatoes to be harvested, but there were fun times too. We all cherish the good memories. We are especially grateful for the youth program of the Church which provided wholesome activities and opportunities. We were able to send two boys on L.D.S. foreign missions. Gordon Lufkin to South Germany and Steven Rodney to Bolivia, South America. Samuel LaMar rode with the Jefferson County Posse for several years. He served as a Counselor in the Sunday School, the Elders Quorum Presidency, the High Priests Quorum, Home Teacher and at the present time is serving as Executive Secretary to Bishop Gallup. On July 1st, 1974 he retired after 32 years with the Railway Express Co. He rented the farm but has enjoyed taking care of a large lawn, garden and flowers. We have a few livestock which have to be fed, watered, and fenced for. He loves rodeos, horseback riding, fishing, bowling and golf. Norma Lufkin was born March 15, 1911 in Annis, Idaho. My parents were George Townsend Lufkin and Alice Ann Heaps. They moved to Annis from Escalante in Southern Utah in 1903 and bought forty acres of farm ground. After their death LaMar and I were able to buy the old home place where a family of eight had been raised. I received my earlier schooling in Annis and graduated from Rigby High School. I worked two winters for the Associated Seed Growers in Rigby and was later employed by the Mountain States Telephone and Telegraph Co. as an Operator, serving five years as Chief Operator. In 1958 I went to work for the Atomic Energy as a switch-board operator at the A.E.C. site. After three months I was transferred to the A.E.C. Headquarters on 2nd street in Idaho Falls and worked there on a part-time basis for six years. I have served in the M.I.A. as a teacher also as a Guide teacher in the Iona Primary., Literature Leader in Relief Society, secretary of the Annis Relief Society, secretary of the Junior Sunday School, Councilor in the Relief Society and have been a Visiting Teacher for thirty-five years. One of the highlights of being a Relief Society Singing Mother was the opportunity of going to Salt Lake, Utah and singing in the Tabernacle with the Rigby Stake Singing Mothers at Relief Society General Conference. In 1983 Samuel LaMar and I were called to serve as Spanish Extraction Missionaries for the L.D.S. Church at the Menan Stake Center. We enjoy the work and have a desire to continue on as long as our health will permit. We have four sons and one daughter: Morris J. of Tacoma, Washington Marlin LaMar of Salt Lake City, Utah Gordon Lufkin of Ogden, Utah Steven Rodney of Sandy, Utah Ava LaRue of Salt Lake City, Utah We also have fifteen grandchildren and three great grandchildren. In speaking of our sentiments concerning Annis, I am grateful to my parents who were first responsible for me but more important they gave me the privilege of spending my youth and a big share of my life in the Annis community whose history I have always enjoyed. We feel Annis is a good place to raise a family, We and our family have been happy here. The children seem always happy to return for a visit. Up to now we can think of no place we would rather be.

Short History of John Townsend Lufkin and Hannah Sabina Barron

Contributor: Allantedeb Created: 1 year ago Updated: 1 year ago

John Townsend was born 21 January, 1853 in Salt Lake City, Utah shortly after his mother, Martha Ann Townsend, had come across the plains from Missouri with her parents in a company of Mormon pioneers the previous summer of 1852. Martha Ann had married Henry Robinson in Missouri in 1852 to please her parents, but after only six weeks they divorced because he was cruel. John T. met his father when he was five years old at the Lion House (Brigham Young's House) in Salt Lake City where he was being kept so his father couldn't take him. He stopped there briefly to say goodbye and took him on his knee and cried, kissed him, and left. John T. really didn't know who he was and that was the last time he ever saw him. Not much is known about Henry Robinson. He played the violin and was caught up in the movement west from Missouri. He had his second wife, Medora Williamson, with him when he visited John T. and they left Salt Lake that day in a covered wagon for California. She died on the way when she gave birth to twins but one of them died. He made a coffin for them out of his wagon box and took the other baby, a girl and rode horseback to California. Supposedly Susan Biff was that baby and she was located in Grass Valley, California years later but had already passed away. Her husband was Postmaster there. John T. never knew her but he did know of her. Henry Robinson was married and sealed to Medora in the Endowment House on 15 February 1858. Martha Ann met George Washington Lufkin in Salt Lake City and they were married when John T. was six months old. John T. went through his childhood not knowing that George Washington was not his real father. They didn't get along very well. George was a carpenter by trade and involved in the Church and was sent on a mission by Brigham Young to help organize and settle the small settlements around Southern Utah (St. George area). John T. was baptized in 1862 in Salt Lake City or St. George. The family left Salt Lake City in 1862 and lived all over Southern Utah until 1870. In 1864, at the age of 11, John T. had carried water on his saddle pony to the men who were holding back the Indians from the different small settlements around the St. George area and this was during the time of the Black Hawk War. In 1870, they were requested by the Church to move to Panaca, Utah that later became Nevada in 1875. In 1872 the family moved back to St. George with John T. age 19, remaining in Panaca and continuing work the next five years in the lead and silver mines hauling ore from Pioche to Boullionville using George's wagons and large work mules. He met Hannah Sabina Barron, born on 30 March, 1857 in Fort Herriman, Salt Lake, Utah, the fifth child of Alexander Franklin Barron and Mary miller in Panaca and they, along with others, traveled to Salt Lake City, where they were married and sealed in the Endowment House on 27 October, 1873. He was 20 and a 1/2 and she was 16 and 1/2 years old. Hannah was baptized 8 June, 1864 in Salt Lake City, Utah. Hannah's parents had arrived in Salt Lake City from Texas in September 1854 with a company of Mormon converts. John T. and Hannah remained in Panaca during which time they had two sons, John Franklin born 20 December, 1874 and George Townsend, born 2 June, 1876. John T. continued hauling ore until 1877 and then a severe drop in the price of silver forced most of the miners to close. They moved back to Washington, Utah. (Southern Utah- St. George area) in the spring of 1877 to be close to the cotton mill and Hannah's parents accompanied them. John T was involved in the cattle ranching business with Hannah's family until things went sour. John T., along with his brother-in-law, Virgil Kelly, then worked together at the cotton gin or one of the small mines or hauling freight. They traveled long distances hauling whatever needed to be hauled. John T. was away from his family sometimes for long periods. By this time he had two daughters born in Washington, Susie May, born 28 July, 1878 and Dora Hannah, born 1 January, 1881. In the spring of 1883, he decided to move to Salt Lake and rented a ranch called "Over Jordan" (North Point) about seven miles west of Salt Lake City. He had horses and 30 head of cattle he had brought with him. They had another son, Henry LeRoy born 1 September, 1883. It was a poor ranch and after two years and having a lawsuit with a man over some work, John T. decided to move to Arizona where he had delivered freight. Hannah's father had died in 1885 and so he left the family with Hannah's mother in Washington Utah while he went to Mesa, Arizona. He remained there the summer and fall of 1886. He returned home and hauled freight with his brother-in-law, Virg Kelly to Yuma, Arizona through the winter of 1886. Returned home the spring of 1887 and worked in the cotton gin. On 28 November, 1886 they lost their son LeRoy at the age of three to membranous croup. John T. got typhoid fever and nearly died and was sick a long time but as the weather got cooler he improved. Most of the family, especially Hannah, had attacks of swamp fever (Malaria) and she was down a lot. John T. decided to move to Yuma, Arizona but an old friend convinced him that Escalante was the place to live. In May 1887 they left Washington and John left the family in Panguitch, Utah at Aunt Lizzie Proctor's and he went on to Escalante, Utah. This changed the course of our family destiny ad history. Things would have been different if he had chosen Arizona. They knew a lot of the people there from their earlier days in Pioche, Panaca and the St. George area. The first night they camped in the yard of Thomas Heaps. They built a log home from logs from Pine Valley and lived there until the spring of 1903. While there they had three more children; Lillian Mary born 21 September, 1887, Martha Amanda born 14 February, 1890, and Marion Aquilla born 21 April, 1892. They ha a granary or store house behind the house where some of the fellows who were going through town would often stay. Martha told about Butch Cassidy (a famous rustler) staying there one night. She remembers him holding her on his knee and a beautiful saddle that he had with him. He was gone when she awoke the next morning. John T. farmed and raised winter feed for his cattle and horses and in the spring of 1888 he had plowed and planted 40 acres with wheat, corn and oats. He rode the cattle range with his friend Antone Ivins. His two oldest boys, George and Frank, got jobs herding sheep and riding after cattle on the range to help with expenses. John T. served as Water Master of Escalante. John T. was never legally adopted by George Washington Lufkin but in November 1890, when he was 37 years old, he finally decided to be sealed to his mother and step-father, so he made a special trip to Logan, Utah where they were living. He only did it so he could be sealed to his mother and he only assumed the Lufkin name. His mother had told him his father's name, and birthplace and he often said that $20 gold piece separated his parents. He was quite hurt that his mother had never told him and had gone to see Brigham Young to get his advice and he told him, "Now, do you want to give up your mother?" So, John T. was sealed to them. Because he was never adopted, George Washington Lufkin didn't leave him anything from his estate when he died in 1922 and John was quite hurt by it. His mother, Martha Ann, had passed away in 1912. Frank and George T. were both married and had families of their own when they decided in 1902 to move to Idaho. John T. and Hannah sold out in the summer of 1903 and decided to follow them to Idaho. Hannah was very ill when they left and after a long hard trip in a covered wagon to Manti, Utah, they loaded their belongings on the freight train. Hannah, Lillian, and Martha followed in the passenger train. They finally arrived in Menan where Frank and George T. were living. George had rented a farm from Rube Scott but then decided he and his dad would buy the old "Bacon Farm" in Annis which was owned by Ike and John Fisher. On 3 December, 1903, they drove to Idaho Falls in a white top buggy with the Fisher's to finalize the deal. George T. had a son, Thomas Eugene born on that same day in Menan, so it was a big day for all of them. It was 80 acres so they both got 40 acres and John T.'s acreage had a two room log house on it which they lived in. About 1901, while they were living in Escalante, Hannah had suffered an injury from a fall from a kitchen chair while reaching into a cupboard that left her permanently impaired and subject to seizures. She never fully recovered and required constant care and attention. She couldn't be left alone but could do her housework and this was a serious handicap for John in whatever he did. He herded sheep near Spencer for a while. In 1905, the Utah-Idaho Sugar Co. built a factory at Sugar City, four miles north of Rexburg. John was among the first applicants for work at the factory off and on for the next 31 years he never missed a sugar run. He managed the west factory hotel, and also the barns and cattle feeding operations for the sugar company. His daughter, Martha, and her husband, Jesse Riley, helped care for Hannah both at home and the hotel. Their daughter, Dora and her husband, Arthur Young, and five children lived with Hannah while the children were in school in Annis. John would ride the passenger train to Lorenzo on weekends to spend time at home and Sunday nights would ride back to Sugar City to work. Quite often his grandsons, Roy and Gene would take him in the buggy or sleigh to meet the train and he would give them a nickel or two to buy candy, which was really a treat at that time. In his later years his main job was keeping the feeder ditch clean that carried the necessary water through a ditch from the Teton River, about one mile or so northeast of the factory. He was a very responsible type person and highly appreciated by the company, partly for his dependability and honesty. He bought the Lewis farm in Annis and had a frame house built there and rented it to a Mr. Hopper, who had been hired to be the principal of the Annis School. Later, Quill, (Marion Aquilla), the youngest son, and his wife, Maggie, lived there. Hannah at age 66, died on 5 June, 1923, in Blackfoot, Bingham, Idaho at the mental hospital and was buried in Annis, Jefferson, Idaho in the Little Butte Cemetery. John T. spent time with his children in Annis and Rigby, Idaho and California. He was interested in people and liked to visit. He spent his winters in Glendale, California at his daughters home, Lillie and her husband Jim Canady. His granddaughter, Norma, daughter of George T., said the following about her grandfather. "Upon his return to Annis in the spring, he would always go to church and the Bishop would have him get up and tell about his experiences meeting people at the bus depot in California, which was in the lobby of the Roslin Hotel where they lived. I was so proud of him and was quite close to him. He became a good listener and learned to carry on a good conversation. He was fun to be around and liked to have a good time. He was witty and had a good sense of humor. He liked to sit and reminisce about the good years he spent with Grandma Hanner as he called her. I can just hear him say, "Sez I to Hanner." In recounting a conversation he had with someone, he would say, "Sez I to...." It would start out as sez I and then become shortened to "si". She had been his only sweetheart and he told how he loved her. My mother, Alice Ann, said that after Hannah's health failed, he waited on her hand and foot and didn't seem to feel she was a burden. It was quite a task for Mother to prepare three good meals a day on a cook stove and when Grandpa was staying with us he would help any way he could and would try to keep wood on hand for the cook stove and keep the reservoir in the stove filled with water, which was carried from a hand pump outside. Dishwater had to be heated on top of the stove, and I can just see him scurrying around, helping with the dishes. He had a big white apron he would tie in front of him. Grandpa told me that one time his step-father, George Washington Lufkin, beat him so bad that his shirt was embedded inside the wounds on his back and his mother almost divorced him over it." He was quite a stern man and quite a disciplinarian. When he was 84 years old he was walking through a field from George's house, to his youngest son, Quill's house in Annis and climbed through a rusty barbed wire fence and scratched the back of his hand. Infection set in, and nothing they were able to do could stop it. According to Norma, "Dr. Cully finally told him his only choice was to have his arm amputated. This he chose not to do, as he felt he had lived a a long and fairly good life with not much time left on this earth and that when he did go, he wanted to be all together." He died a few days later, 24 August, 1937, at the age of 84 of blood poisoning and was buried in the Little Butte Cemetery at Annis, Jefferson, Idaho next to Hannah. He was not a large man, being about 5'9" tall, and weighing about 160 lbs., but he was very ambitious by nature and always managed to provide for his family. He was a very distinguished looking man with dark brown eyes and hair. He was a devout church worker, loyal Democrat, and loved to argue politics. He was a self-educated man who sought out and enjoyed good company. He gained a good vocabulary and expressed himself well. He never drove a car. He was patient, kind, and even tempered - loved and respected by everyone who knew him. They had eigth children and left quite a posterity. (This history was compiled from an original history written by his son, Thomas Eugene Lufkin) *Originally typed up by Ava LaRue Burke Dennis in August 2000 for the book "Thru the Years With Six Generations of Family Lufkin/Townsend/Heaps a History 1795-1953" *Re-Typed up and put on to Family Search on 18 April, 2014 by her niece, Ronda Kay Burke Mills for all to enjoy.

Sheriff George Townsend Lufkin

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George T. Lufkin was elected sheriff in 1920 and served six years (3 terms 1921-1926) in what was termed "very difficult times". All lawmen were somewhat put to the test. He was a very large man who stood straight and tall. For years he wore a black handlebar mustache. He really looked the part of an early day western lawman. He was a good judge of character, had a keen eye and possessed three traits that were readily recognized, them being a persuasive nature, a strong will, and a calm determination. His concern and compassion for young people paid off many times. If he had cause to arrest a young man for bad conduct, instead of throwing him in jail, he would talk to them and then drive them home to their parents. His message was always fatherly and to the point. People young and old came away from an experience with him thinking a lot better of mankind. One young man in later years related that he was all ready to lie his way out of a bad situation, but when Sheriff Lufkin looked down at him with those piercing brown eyes, he told the truth. He had respect for the law but was a firm believer in justice and mercy. During his tenure as Sheriff of Jefferson County he made many treasured and lifelong friendships. He held his first deputy, Bill Nye and his father, Doc Nye, in high esteem. Wes Green and Harry Gerard also served as his deputy. He was a friendly man and attorneys, judges, other county sheriffs, county commissioners, and unnumbered others became his friends. The years he served as sheriff were during prohibition days when whiskey stills were operating in concealed places everywhere and bootlegging was an enticing practice by desperate men. Many stills were broken up and the operators arrested. He always seemed to be equal to every situation that he encountered. He had a special technique he used to induce people to observe the law. One thing that grieved him and which he spoke of many times was when banks were closed all around and farm prices were poor and he had to serve foreclosure papers on many ranchers, some of them being close and respected friends. This put the fear in him and he saw and learned the value of avoiding debt. His political career could have ended when he was defeated in the general election by Will Rhodes in 1926 but he continued to serve his party and some years later served as County Republican Chairman. He was sought after for advise and counsel. We, as family and friends, believe he served the people well and to the best of his ability. Written by his daughter, Norma Lufkin Burke. (This article and a plaque of him as sheriff are displayed in the County Courhouse in Rigby, Idaho.)

History of John Townsend Lufkin (1853-1937) by Thomas Eugene Lufkin

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John Townsend Lufkin was born January 21, 1853, in Salt Lake City, Utah. His mother was Martha Ann Townsend, the daughter of James Foss Townsend, who had crossed the plains, from Missouri to Salt Lake, in a company of Mormon pioneers, the previous summer of 1852. His father was Henry Robinson, whose family had immigrated from England to the state of Vermont, where he joined the Mormon Church. Little is known of Henry Robinson except that he was caught up in the movement west, and that he had met the Townsend family in the state of Missouri (or Iowa) sometime previous to 1852. He married Martha Ann Townsend, but the official records of their marriage and subsequent separation were destroyed in a court house fire before they left Missouri. The Townsend family had immigrated from Norfolk, England, to the state of Massachusetts in 1636. They later moved to the state of Maine, where the family had lived for some two hundred years when, in 1833, James Foss Townsend joined the Mormon Church and assisted the Mormon elders in their missionary work in that area. He was an active Church member, and about 1840, migrated with his family, by covered wagon, to Nauvoo, Illinois, where they lived and worked until 1846. They were in Nauvoo at the time of the martyrdom of Joseph Smith. Martha Ann Townsend was born March 2, 1832, in Buxton, York, Maine, and therefore, was a young girl when they departed from Buxton. She always remembered and often told of their several weary weeks of travel, and how parts of the canvas cover seemed never to stop flapping in the wind. After crossing the Mississippi River from Nauvoo, they hesitated in their exodus, and spent the years from 1846 to 1852 in the frontier state of Missouri, where James Foss practiced his trade as a brick mason. It is not known, to me, what happened to the relationship of Martha Ann and Henry Robinson, but they separated sometime before their son was born in Salt Lake in 1853. In a history of Martha Ann Townsend, by her daughter, Jane Marie Lufkin Hailstone, she states that, "Mother married a man in Missouri by the name of Henry Robinson. He appeared to be a nice man and she married him to please her parents, but she only lived with him six weeks as he was so cruel to her, and her parents helped her get a divorce from him. She had a baby by him, John Townsend Lufkin." Suffice to say that she was married on July 9, 1853, to George Washington Lufkin, who had also arrived in Salt Lake in 1852 from the state of Vermont, where he had lived and joined the Mormon Church. In 1858, when John was five years old, Henry Robinson and his wife, Medora Williamson, were in the Salt Lake area. The Endowment House records show that they were endowed and their marriage sealed, February 15, 1858. It is unknown to me how long they were in Salt Lake City, but Aunt Lilly (Lillian Mary Lufkin) and Aunt Dora (Dora Hannah Lufkin) recounted that, "John T. Lufkin was kept at Brigham Young's home so his father couldn't take him. He often said that a $20 gold piece separated his parents." Aunt Lilly further stated, "Father said that Henry Robinson stopped at the Lion House to tell him goodbye. He said he took him on his knee and cried, kissed him, and left. He was in a covered wagon and said he was on his way to California. Father was later told that, on their way to California, Henry Robinson's wife had twins and she and one of the twins died. Henry Robinson made a coffin out of his wagon box for his wife and baby. He took the other baby (a girl) with him and rode horseback to California." John Townsend Lufkin was raised by his step-father, from the time he was six months old, and used the Lufkin name. According to his daughter, Dora Lufkin Young, John "was never legally adopted. For this reason, he was cut off when the estate was settled and never received anything from it. He was very hurt about it." George Washington Lufkin was a carpenter and furniture maker by trade, and went to work immediately, after his arrival in Salt Lake City, on some buildings being built by the Church. He soon built a home, with a cabinet shop on the same lot, located in the 20th Ward in Salt Lake City. Eventually, the shop and home burned to the ground, so he built a new home and shop on 1st South, between State and Main Streets in Salt Lake City. He was prosperous and happy, with a young family, when in 1862, he received a mission call from Brigham Young to go south and help settle the Dixie country in southern Utah. John was nine years old, at that time. They went first to St. George, but were soon selected, along with others, to go to Virgin City, a little settlement on the Virgin River, about 18 miles west of what is now Zions Park in Utah. In 1864, the Lufkins, along with eight other families, were called by Erastus Snow, president of the mission, to settle a place that was given the name Dalton. Dalton was located on the north side of the Virgin River, about two miles above Virgin City. A small amount of ditching was done, but the people were there only two years and then abandoned the place because of Indian troubles. This all occurred during the time of the Black Hawk War, and John T. used to tell of how he carried water, on his saddle pony, to the men who were holding the Indians back from the different settlements- Virgin City, Toquerville, Laverkin, Hurricane, and others. The family left the little community of Dalton and eventually moved to St. George, which had become the headquarters of the Church in southern Utah. It was only three hundred miles from Salt Lake City, but the winter climate was mild. Eventually, many of the leaders of the Church, including Brigham Young, built homes in St. George and spent their winters there. George W. Lufkin built a two-story adobe house and a furniture shop and settled down to make a home for his family in St. George. This was about 1867. They were happy and prosperous again until, in 1870, they were called again by Erastus Snow to go to Panaca, Nevada. At that time, Panaca was supposedly in Utah, and where a Mormon settlement had been founded four or five years previously. The lead and silver mines were booming in Pioche, Nevada, and provided employment for the people in Panaca. The rough ore was hauled from Pioche to Boullonville, a distance of about 15 miles. An ore processing mill had been built at Boullionville, just a couple of miles northwest of Panaca. George W. Lufkin was a carpenter by profession, but he was also very good with horses and mules. At this time, he had a couple of good wagons and some large work mules. He spent most of his time in the building business, but his step-son, John, had reached the age of eighteen, had become a good horseman and freighter, and in consequence, that job was turned over to him. He spent the next five or six years hauling the rough ore, mostly silver, from Pioche to Boullionville, until the government changed its silver standard, which act took most of the profit out of silver mining. At the height of the mining business, between 1865 and 1877, many thousands of tons of silver ore, worth $300 per ton, were taken out of the better than two hundred mining shafts of Treasure Hill. In 1872, President Snow visited Panaca, released George W. from his mission, and told him he was free to go wherever he chose. With the exception of John, who was 19 years old at this time, he took his family back to St. George, which they liked very much, but after ten years of colonization and frontier life, he was ready to go back to Salt Lake. He built another home in Salt Lake, where they remained until 1888, when they moved to Logan, Utah. He lived there until he died, in 1922, at the age of ninety-one years old. John's mother, Martha Ann, died in 1912 at the age of eighty years. In September 1854, a company of Mormon converts arrived in Salt Lake from Houston, Texas. It was one of the largest companies ever to leave for Utah at one time. There were one hundred and two wagons, one thousand head of Texas cattle, and a large number of horses, mules, and sheep. In this group, was a man named Alexander F. Barron. He had been born at Elkridge, Giles County, Tennessee, on October 4, 1813. In 1832, he had joined a party of surveyors, among which were Sam Houston and Davey Crockett. He spent the next four years with that group. In 1836, he moved with Sam Houston's group into the land of Texas, which I believe, at that time, still belonged to Mexico, with certain special rights being granted to American settlers. He spent the next several years around the Houston, Texas area. In 1848, Alexander F. Barron married Mary Miller in Texas. They were converted to the Church, and along with other converts, had a strong desire to come to Utah. A company was formed under Captain Preston Thomas, a member of the Mormon Battalion. After spending the winter of 1853-1854 in the Cherokee strip of in western Oklahoma, they made their way across Colorado and Utah, arriving in Salt Lake City in September 1854. After but one day in Salt Lake, Alexander F. Barron and his family were sent by Brigham Young to Fort Harriman, Utah. After three years at Fort Harriman, where he was ward bishop, he moved on south to Meadow Creek, in Millard County. After two years, he moved back to Fort Harriman, and in 1865, he moved to Parowan, in Iron County. His surveying experience was utilized wherever he went. In December 1865, he was sent to Panaca, Lincoln County, Nevada, where he remained until 1877. On a trip to Panaca in 1960, I was told by some of the old timers that, when the Panaca community was established, the boundary line between Utah and Nevada had been incorrectly established. About 1875, a new government survey moved the line some miles east, leaving Panaca in Nevada, rather than in Utah. Nevada attempted to collect nearly twenty years of back taxes. This, along with the collapse of the mining, caused a general exodus back to Utah. Alexander Barron served as bishop of the Panaca Ward from 1866 to 1869, and upon being released as bishop, he went on a six-month mission in Tennessee, back to his old home in Elkridge. He had not seen his mother for forty years and had to show her a scar on his wrist before she would believe him, whereupon she fainted away. Upon moving to Nevada in 1870, the Lufkin family became acquainted with A.F. Barron and his family. Young John was particularly attracted to Hannah Sabina, the fifth child of Alexander Barron and Mary Miller. Hannah had been born at Fort Harriman, some distance south of Salt Lake, on March 30, 1857. My grandfather, John Townsend Lufkin, personally, told me about their courtship in Panaca and of their trip, with others, to Salt Lake, where they were married in the Endowment House on October 27, 1873. After their marriage, John and Hannah continued to live and work in Panaca, during which time two sons were born--John Franklin, on December 20, 1874, and George Townsend on June 2, 1876. John continued to haul ore until 1877, when a severe drop in price of silver forced a shut-down of most of the mines. In the spring of 1877, Bishop Barron moved his family back to Utah and settled in the little community of Washington, about three miles north of St. George, in Washington County. John and Hannah, with their two sons, went with them. They never returned to Panaca, Virgil Kelly had married the Barron's third child, Amanda, in 1872 in Panaca. They too set up their home in the little settlement of Washington. John and Hannah moved first to LaVerkin, Utah, but soon moved to Washington to be closer to the cotton mill. The Barrons had good feelings for their two sons-in-law, Virg Kelly and John T. Lufkin, and invited them to be partners with them in the operation of a ranch in the Arizona strip. The ranch was known as the Shivwitz, or Parashant ranch, about 75 miles south of St. George, near Mt. Trumbull, and near the north rim of the Grand Canyon. They spent their summers mostly at the ranch, and the winters at their homes in Washington. Everything was okay for some time until they rented the Church sheep and eventually became involved in a law suit after a heavy loss sustained in a severe snow storm, in the late fall, on the pre-arranged day of delivery, when the parties who were to receive the sheep failed to keep their arrangement. In order to sustain the heavy loss, they sold the ranch and kept their bargain with the Church. It was eventually proven that a few individuals, in order to save face, had done them a serious wrong. Alexander Barron said that, no matter what had happened, he wanted them all to stay with the Church. The ranch finally fell into the hands of the Preston A. Nutter Corporation. John T. and Virg Kelly had great fondness for each other. They were good freighters, and after the ranch was disposed of, when not working at the cotton gin or one of the small mines in the area, they spent their time freighting. They hauled ore from the Silver Reef mine, about seven miles northwest of Toquerville, to a small smelter mill near their home in Washington. They also hauled a considerable amount of salt and whatever else needed to be hauled. They made several freighting trips down through Las Vegas, Nevada, and on through Needles, California, to Yuma, Arizona, where they hauled grain, mostly barley, to the markets in that area. They learned to have great respect for the Virgin River. Grandfather used to tell of the difficulties they had crossing the Virgin. There were no bridges, and because of deep quicksand, it was nearly always necessary to double their teams when they had any kind of a heavy load. He often talked about "The Muddy", an area around Overton, Nevada. My father, George T. Lufkin, used to tell about them, as children, waiting for their father to arrive, as they had received word as to about the time when he would be there. They told about catching the first sight of Old Rat and Bill, the team hitched to the Schettler wagon, with their father sitting in the seat, and of their great joy in having him back home. John kept his family in Washington until the spring of 1883, when he was induced to move his family to Salt Lake. He rented a ranch in what they called "Over Jordan", about seven miles west of Salt Lake. He moved his horses and cattle, numbering about 30 head, onto the ranch. They had been driven the three hundred miles from St. George to Salt Lake by his younger brother, George E. Lufkin. The ranch turned out to be a poor ranch, and after operating it for two years and having a lawsuit with a man over some work, John decided to move to Arizona, which he had learned to like during his freighting days there. My father, George T. Lufkin, an his uncle, Owen Barron, drove the same 30 head of stock back to Washington. A son, LeRoy, had been at Northpoint, while they were on the ranch, and two daughters, Susie and Dora, during the years when they were at Washington, before going to "Over Jordan". Alexander F. Barron had died sometime during the time they had been gone, so when they got back to Washington, Grandma (Mary Miller) Barron induced John T. to leave his family with her while he made a trip with a light wagon, alone, to Mesa, Arizona. He made the trip with Rat and Bill hitched to his favorite Schettler wagon, and according to my memory, he went by way of House Rock Valley, Vermillion Cliffs, Lee's Ferry, and Willow Springs. He often talked about how treacherous the road was from the river crossing over what was known as "Lee's Backbone," a distance of probably two miles. This was the area so well remembered by the Lehi Mormon pioneer company of 1877-1878. He pretty well followed the route of this company, which took him south across the Navajo Indian reservation, thence southeasterly along the Little Colorado River to a crossing near Winslow, south to Snowflake, and on to Lehi and Mesa, Arizona. He particularly liked the Snowflake area. After spending several months around "Fort Utah" at Lehi, and working in the grain fields around Mesa, he loaded his wagon with hay and grain for the trip back home. The balance of his summer wages was taken in cured pork. A part of these items were sold to fellow travelers and settlers along the way. This all occurred in the summer and fall of 1886. After being home but a short time, he and Virg Kelly decided to make a freighting trip to Yuma, by way of Needles, California. They worked through the winter and returned home in the spring of 1887, after which they worked for some time at the cotton gin near their home in the little town of Washington. While living in Washington, John T. and Hannah lost their little son, LeRoy, with membranous croup. Also, their house burned down and they moved to another house. John went to work at the cotton mill again, but contracted malaria and couldn't work for some time. Most of the family, especially Grandmother Hannah, had attacks of malaria. She was down with it a lot of the time, so John T. decided a move was necessary. He was undecided, as to his next move, when a fish peddler by the name of Martin Foy, from Panguitch Lake, came to spend the night. He painted such a rosy picture of the Escalante area that John T. decided that was the place for him and his family. It was May of 1887. He traded for a horse to put with Old Yaller's mother, and started north. They made the trip by covered wagon, going by way of Cedar City, Parowan, Paragonah, Bear Valley, northeast of Paragonah, and on to Panguitch. After resting a day or two at Aunt Lizzie Proctor's, they drove on over the Escalante Mountain to Escalante. They had known most of the Escalante people from earlier days at Pioche and Panaca, Nevada, and at Toquerville, Virgin, and St. George, in Utah. The Escalante people had received advance word that they were coming. Consequently, plans were made, and they had a place to stay. Listons gave them all the potatoes they needed, for the digging. They plowed them out, and the children gathered them in. A neighbor loaned a cow and feed to them. This was in the Mormon style, and by fall, they had managed to build a log home out of logs from Pine Valley, northeast of town. This was to be the family home until the spring of 1903, and the family settled down to take part in community life. While there, three children--Lillian, Martha and Marion A. were born. John T. rented some farm land from Rufus Liston, an old acquaintance from Panaca days, and bought a small farm about three miles northwest of town in the mouth of what has always been known as "Wide Hollow". It was here that he raised winter feed for his cattle and horses and maintained corrals and shade for his livestock during the winter months. He was assigned some range rights which, at that time, were quite favorable. Listons loaned him a team of horses--Light Foot and Bill--and in the spring of 1888, he hand-plowed and planted 20 acres of wheat, 10 acres of corn, and 10 acres of oats. Jake Buttle cut half the grain with a cradle. The other half was cut with a self rake, a new invention of the times. George and Frank got jobs herding sheep, riding after cattle, and other jobs, to help out with the family income. They had a granary where some of the fellows, who were going through there, would often stay. Aunt Martha tells about Butch Cassidy staying there one night. She remembers him holding her on his knee and a beautiful saddle he had in the granary. He was gone when she awoke the next morning. John T. Lufkin was not a large man, being about 5'9" tall, and weighing about 160 pounds, but he was very ambitious by nature and always managed to provide for his family. He was assisted considerably bu his two sons, Frank and George, which enabled him to serve as water master for the town of Escalante. Some of the ditches were cut through solid rock, which made it possible to bring water out of Escalante Creek and into the town ditch, along the side of a very rocky hill, about two miles west of town. The range area, which was used by the Escalante sheepmen and stockmen, extended about 40 miles north, about 75 miles east to the Henry Mountains, and south about 80 miles to the Grand Canyon. For several years after the community was established, the range was good, but when the sheepmen from other areas of the state began bringing their sheep into this area for winter feed, without any kind of control or restrictions, the range feed was depleted. This caused a good many of the town's twelve hundred people to move to other areas in Utah, Idaho, Arizona and Wyoming, where they could find more water and better opportunities. In the early 1890's, John T. Lufkin made a special trip to Logan from Escalante to be sealed, in the temple, to his mother and George W. Lufkin. According to Aunt Lilly, "He was never happy about it. He did it in order to be sealed to his mother." The two boys, Frank and George, were both married and had families when they took off for Idaho in 1902. In the summer of 1903, John and the remainder of his family, decided to follow them. He sold his property to various people in the town, and bidding the town goodbye, they loaded the balance of their belongings into a wagon and headed west over the Escalante Mountains. He was never to return. Hannah was very ill when they left. They arrived at Junction, the turnoff point on what is now Highway 29, thence north through Marysvale, St. Joseph, Richfield, Gunnison, and on to Manti, where they met the railroad. The railroad was later extended as far south as Marysvale. They told later of how they made camp in a vacant area at the edge of town, and of how John T. hurried and buried his money in a can, out a short distance from the wagon. The ground was brushed over, and the older ones of the group were coached to keep a wary eye on the secret place. They loaded their belongings, including the loose stock into two railroad cars and headed north to Idaho. Hannah Sabina, Lilly and Martha followed on a passenger train. They were to go through Idaho Falls and unload the freight cars at Roberts, which was then known as Market Lake. A mistake was made by the railroad company, and they were taken several miles north before the mistake was discovered. They were returned and finally unloaded at the correct railroad destination. They headed due east from Market Lake, crossed a rickety bridge over the famous Snake River, and finally arrived at Menan, where Frank and George, with their families, were now living. George had rented a small farm from Rube Scott, about one and one-half miles east of the Menan store and flour mill. The store was owned and operated by Burt Smith, and today, after more than seventy years, is still standing. They wanted to buy a farm, so after some looking, they decided to buy the old "Bacon Farm", which was then owned by Ike and John Fisher. John T. and his son, George, decided to buy the farm together, each to have 40 acres. Consequently, on the 3rd day of December, 1903, the day I (Thomas Eugene Lufkin) was born, the four men drove to Idaho Falls in a white top buggy and finalized the deal. There was a two-room log house, located at the northwest corner of the property, into which they moved, to become new and permanent residents of Idaho. About two years previous to their move to Idaho, Hannah had fallen from a chair in her kitchen and suffered an injury, which left her somewhat permanently impaired-subject to seizures. She never fully recovered, and required constant care and attention. Although she was able to do her own housework, it was essential that someone be around at all times. This was a serious handicap to John in his farming operations, or whatever he did. John herded sheep near Spencer for a while. In 1905, the Utah-Idaho Sugar Company built a sugar factory at Sugar City, some four miles north of Rexburg. John was among the first applicants for work at this factory, and for the next 31 years, he never missed a campaign, or sugar run, as they were called. Some years, he managed the west factory hotel, and other years, he managed the barns and cattle feeding operations for the sugar company. His daughter, Martha, with her husband, Jesse Riley, were of great assistance in caring for Hannah, both at home and at the hotel. I vividly recall that, up to about 1913, his daughter, Dora Young, and her five children, lived with Hannah while the children were in school at Annis. John T. would ride the passenger train down to Lorenzo, on weekends, and be met by a member of the family, so as to spend some time at home. He would be taken back on Sunday evening to meet the train for the return trip to Sugar City. I well remember that Roy and I would take him in a buggy or sleigh to Lorenzo to meet the train for the return trip to Sugar City, for him to be there Monday morning. He was always very nice to us and would always give us a nickel or two to buy candy, which was really a treat, at that time. I remember that in his later years at the factory, his main job was keeping the feeder ditch clean that carried the necessary water through a ditch from the Teton River, about a mile or so northeast of the factory. As I recall, he worked for the sugar company for about 31 years. I remember, he was a very responsible type person and was highly appreciated by the sugar company, partly because of his dependability and honesty. Sometime after the Ed Lewis family moved to Menan from Annis, John T. bought the place on the townsite where the Lewis family had been living. John T. had a frame house built there, and rented it to a Mr. Hopper, who had been hired to be the principal of the Annis School. Later, Quill (Marion Aquilla), John T.'s youngest son, and his wife, Maggie, lived there. Hannah was ill for several years before she died in 1923. In his later years, John spent his time with sons and daughters in Idaho and California. While he was still working, he would go to California for about three months following the beet campaign. When John Townsend Lufkin was 84 years old, he was walking through a field from his son George's house to his youngest son Quill's house in Annis. He climbed through a rusty barbed wire fence and scratched his arm. Infection set in, and nothing they were able to do could stop it. He died a few weeks later, August 24, 1937, of "blood poisoning" and was buried at the Annis Little Butte Cemetery. John was a very distinguished appearing person with dark brown eyes and hair. He was a devout church worker, loyal Democrat, and loved to argue politics. One of the interesting features of his manner of speech-in recounting a conversation he had had with someone-was his way of saying "si" for "says I". He never drove an automobile. He was patient, kind, and even tempered-loved and respected by everyone who knew him. APPENDIX A: Information from LDS Church Records JOHN TOWNSEND LUFKIN Baptized: 1862 Patriarchal Blessing by Bro. Ashcroft Priesthood Ordinations: Elder by Elias Smith 27 October 1873 High Priest by Heber J. Grant 21 March 1909 Endowed: Endowment House 27 October 1873 Married: Endowment House - SLC 27 October 1873 by D.H. Wells HENRY ROBINSON Born: 30 November 1824 Hull, York, England Medora Williamson, his wife: born 4 April 1827 London, England Both Endowed: 15 February 1858 Endowment House, Brigham Young - officiator witnesses: D. McIntosh and Brigham Young APPENDIX B: From a history of Alexander F. Barron by his granddaughter, Mary Kelly Damron Sources: William A. Barron, son of A.F. Barron, daughters Amanda Barron Kelly, Margaret Barron Hunt, also from records of families related, old letters from relatives in Tennessee, Alabama, and Georgia, and by courtesy of Church Historian, Andrew Jensen, and Assistant, Charles Goslind. "At the time A.F. Barron owned this ranch, he had also contracted the handling of the church sheep, amounting to several thousand head. Under the terms of his contract he was to deliver the sheep at a certain back to the Church Authorities who had the matter in charge. He served notice that he was ready to make the delivery of the sheep at a definite locality at a certain time. The representative of he Church failed to meet the appointment as agreed, and consequently the sheep had to be held. In the meantime an unusual snow storm came upon them and the entire herd was lost. The representative of the Church demanded that he make payment in full for the loss. The case was tried and a decision reached, which decision was influenced by misrepresentation and prejudice, and sustained the claim of the Church representative, that Brother Barron be required to make payment in full for the loss or he would be excommunicated from the Church. When advised of the decision, he made the following statement. " I will not allow myself to be cut off the Church for money, if it takes all the property I have." In his effort to pay this enormous debt, he turned over his entire possessions. In the course of events, the matter was referred to Apostle Erastus Snow, who after investigating made the following statement: "That knowing Elder Barron as I do to be an honest and upright man, I cannot believe him willfully guilty, and those men who have sought to demand from him that which is not right will not prosper." This statement has been verified, for those who investigated the proceeding have gone down in disgrace, thus fully vindicating the honor of Elder Barron, and making of him a man of great faith and integrity in the Church. Years after the death of A.F. Barron, one of these accusing men visited Mary, the widow of A.F. Barron, admitting he had wronged him and offered a paltry $50.00, whereupon she said, "There is not enough money to pay the wrong done my husband." She refused the proffered money." (Originally typed up by Thomas Eugene Lufkin) (Re-typed up by Ronda Kay Burke Mills Great, Great Granddaughter to John Townsend Lufkin on 23 April 2014 onto Family Search for all to enjoy)

The Life Story of George Townsend Lufkin by T. Eugene Lufkin, A Son

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His Father was John Townsend Lufkin, who was born in Salt Lake City, Utah, on January 21, 1853. His Mother was Hannah Barron Lufkin, who was born at For Harriman, Utah, on March 30, 1857. In the latter part of January 1947, I, along with my wife, visited with my Father, George T. at his home in an endeavor to get from him his life story and more particularly of his early life. My wife and I took turns writing and we put it down exactly as he told it. We have refrained from making any changes in the writing, and hereby request that others do the same - except - perhaps in punctuation or spelling. -----------The Story As Told----------- I was born in Panaca, Nevada, June 2, 1876. When I was about a year old, my folks moved to Washington, Utah. While at Panaca, my fathers work was hauling ore from Pioche to Boullionville, Nevada. While at Washington, they acquired a large ranch known as the Shivwitz Ranch just over the line in Arizona or about eighty miles south of Washington. We lived sometimes at the ranch and sometimes at Washington until I was about eight years old. This ranch was later purchased by Preston Nutter who did a lot of development work on it. When I was eight years old, my grandfather induced my father to sell out at Washington and move to Salt Lake and operate a ranch seven miles west of Salt Lake or as we called it, "over Jordan". We operated this ranch for two years then following a lawsuit Father had with a man over some work, he became discouraged and moved us back to Washington. When he moved from Washington to Salt Lake, Uncle George drove a band of about 30 horses belonging to father to the ranch at "over Jordan". When he moved back to Washington, Uncle Owen Barron with my help drove this same band of horses back, which was quite a job. On arriving in Washington, father left his family with Grandmother Barron who had bought father's home two years earlier. We moved right in with her, Grandfather Barron having died while we were in Salt Lake. We were really headed for Arizona but Grandmother prevailed on father to leave the family with her. When we moved from Washington to Salt Lake, there were four children in our family; Frank, myself (John T.), Susie and Dora. Not long after we had moved, a boy was born and he was given the name of Roy. I remember that a woman by the name of Mrs. Farr took care of mother in her confinement. After we returned to Washington and some time after our burn-out, we moved to another house. Roy was not a very robust boy but at this time he seemed to be in good health. Just before we went to bed one night, Roy was playing marbles with me on the floor before the fireplace. Sometime during the night he took Membranous Croup and the next morning Father told us that he had died during the night. We were badly busted up over this because of it being so sudden and he was more or less the pride of the family because of his age and his frailty which required a little extra attention. Father took a team and wagon and went on to Arizona alone where he worked in the barley fields, etc. at Phoenix and Mesa. I think he went by way of Lee's Ferry. He used to talk about Mose Emmett, the operator of the ferry, an old acquaintance of his. I can remember when father returned from Arizona. He was driving old Rat and Bill. We had been watching the road for him for 4 or 5 days. Father was a good teamster and we could tell his outfit as far as we could see him. While Father was in Arizona, Grandmother Barron's house burned to the ground on the 24th of July. It burned all of our clothes and everything we had, but people around helped us out and we got along all right. It was sometime after Father heard of the fire that he came home. I was ten years old at the time. Father hadn't found any place in Arizona that he cared to move to at the time. After we had things straightened out and were settled again, Father and Uncle Verge Kelly made another trip to Arizona where they did some freighting that winter. It was at this time that he was probably around Needles and Yuma, as he talked about it a lot afterwards. Also Snowflake. When he came home the first time, he had a load of cured pork which he sold at a good price. Father came back in the spring from the second trip when I was 11 years old. He was still undecided what to do, so he took a job in the cotton mill. While there, he contracted typhoid fever and nearly died. While he was sick, Dr. Ivans of St. George, the father of Antone R. Ivans, walked from St. George to Washington, a distance of four miles to doctor him. He stayed all night and then walked back to St. George. He charged Father $2.50 for all this. He was sick a long time and as the weather got cooler he began to feel better. While he was laying in bed convalescing, a man by the name of Martin Foy who was a peddler by trade, came from Panguitch with a load of trout caught out of Panguitch Lake. He stayed with us overnight and endeavored to get father to move out to Panguitch where the higher altitude might be better for his health. Not long after this visit, another man by the name of Lacey Laramie, came from Escalante and stayed with us. He was an old acquaintance from our days in Panaca. He painted a nice picture to father of Escalante, of its good climate and fine sheep and cattle possibilities. Father had become converted by now to the idea of moving somewhere, although previous to his sick spell and our burn out, he had full intended to move us to Arizona and quite likely to Mesa which was his preference. After Lacey Laramie's visit, he decided to take a look at Panguitch and Escalante. Father had a team of yellow mare close at hand and as we were getting them ready for the trip, a Danish neighbor came along and traded father a team of brown geldings for the two mares and colts. (Roscoe was one of the colts). Rat and Bill had been traded off in the meantime to Uncle Jake Barron for the yellow mares whose names were Maude and Peggy. Maude was mine and Peggy was Frank's. Our Uncles, the Barron boys, helped us get everything ready, got the team in shape, loaded the wagon, etc. We didn't forget the old flour box or the charter oak stove. The morning we were to leave finally came and father had to be helped into the wagon and a special place provided where he could rest. This took place about the first part of May 1887. Our immediate destination was Panguitch where we were to stay temporarily at Aunt Lizzie Proctor's home. I think we camped the first night at Bellevue. To my recollection, we stayed the second night at Cedar City, the third night at Parawan and the fourth night we arrived in Panguitch at Aunt Lizzie's. After two days at Panguitch, father began feeling better and decided to leave us at Aunt Lizzie's home for a time while he went over to Escalante to look around and get located. Aunt Lizzie wanted to go with father to Escalante and visit, at the family of Thomas Heaps and in fact most everyone in Escalante had lived in Panguitch as her neighbors. Even before any of them had lived in Panguitch, they had all been neighbors in Panaca, Nevada. My grandfather, Alexander Barron, had been the bishop at Panaca and while he went away on a mission for the Church (short term) he had hired Sister Susannah Heaps to care for Grandmother Barron while she was in bed during confinement while he was gone. Among other things, Grandma Heaps was to have all the yarn she could knit out of wool during her spare time. While in Escalante, Father stayed with Thomas Heaps and rented a house from Lacey Laramie where he could move us to. He was gone about a week, and back for us with a feeling that he had found the promised land. We started for Escalante, camping the first night at Sweet Water on a ranch belonging to Wadkin Reece. (Widstoe) The next morning, we continued our journey over the mountains. It was five miles to the top of the divide. The elevation was 9,080 feet. The road was rough and slow. We continued on down the mountain 20 miles to Escalante arriving at the home of Thomas Heaps in the afternoon. We ate supper at Mother Heaps place. It was late afternoon and she fixed the table under the locust tree in the back yard. I remember hearing a horn play while we were waiting and Mother Heaps said, "There goes Wes to band practice". Wes Young played in the band there. He was an uncle to Arthur Young who married my sister, Dora. While we were eating supper, Alice and Lilly Heaps came home from somewhere. That was the first time I saw her. They went into the house and I remember seeing them peeking from the window and pointing at me. Later, after we grew older, Lilly told me that Alice said when she pointed, She said, "Do you see that little black-eyed boy there? Some day I am going to marry him." Later in the evening we went up to the house that Father had rented. A man by the name of Jake Butler and his wife had cleaned the house for us and helped us move in. He later brought one of his cows over and loaned it to Father so we could have some milk. At the time, Father was about 35 years old. He was feeling lots better after his sick spell and was anxious to get back to work. He had some horses that he had left in Washington and wanted to trade for cattle, so he and Frank went back to Washington for them. On the road home to Parowan they traded some of the horses for cattle, so when they arrived they had about 20 head of horses and about 15 head of cattle. He got the cattle at Bear Valley Ranch about half way between Parowan and Panguitch. When Father got to Washington, the old Danishman wanted to trade the yellow mares, Maude and Peggy, back for the brown team. Father consented to trade for 20 gallons of wine to boot which he could sell for $2.00 a gallon to pay the expenses of the trip. He also got the two colts, Roscoe and Nig. They arrived at home with the horses and cattle and turned them loose on plenty of feed. Father immediately secured possession of a lot which was to be the location of our future home. This lot was located in the southwest corner of he block adjoining the one where we were living which was located immediately north or in the northwest corner of the block. This was in the middle of the summer so Father went to the mountains nearby and got logs which were to be used to build the house. He had the logs squared at a nearby saw mill which was owned by Bishop Andrew P/ Skow, Rial Porter and others. He worked hard on the house and with Frank's and my help, he got the house ready so we could move in to it by fall. Grandfather Lufkin, in Salt Lake, owned quite a lot of stock, horses, and cattle and inasmuch as Escalante was a good stock country, it was decided that they should be moved to the Escalante range. Therefore, in the latter part of September 1887, Father, Frank, and I hooked up the yellow mares to our 3 1/4 Schettler Wagon (Father's favorite) and started for Salt Lake. Our wagon had a good canvas cover on it and we made the trip in about 8 to 10 days. Grandfather had the stock confined in the pasture when we arrived so they would be ready without delay. Arrangements had been made prior to our trip for me to stay with Grandfather Lufkin in Salt Lake and go to school. I went to school all winter and as I remember, we lived in the 15th Ward, 506 West 2nd South. Uncle George helped Father and Frank drive the cattle back to Esclante. They arrived there sometime in November. Father turned the stock loose in what we called wide hollow-up-the-creek northwest of town. He had some loss as Grandfather's stock were not used to wintering out. The next spring (1888) Father rented a farm from Rufus Liston, an old acquaintance from Panaca and St. George. Listons furnished Father old lightfoot and Bill to help work the land. He plowed with a hand plow and planted 20 acres of wheat, 10 acres of oats and 10 acres of corn. The rest was in hay. Jake Butler cut part of the grain with a cradle, and the rest was cut with a self rake (a new gadget at that time). Father ran that farm for three years. He got half of everything. He furnished all the help and they furnished the seed. The set price for wheat was $1.25 cwt., a price established by the Bishop. I stayed in Salt Lake until about May 1888 and I got a letter stating that Rob Allen was coming to Salt Lake for a load of merchandise for his store in Escalante and father had made arrangements for Mr. Allen to bring me home with him. We arrived in Escalante about my birthday, June 2nd. When I got ready to leave, Grandmother Lufkin bought a new suit for me and one for Frank - also new shoes. This was the first new suit I had ever owned. On the fourth of July, we wore our new suits to the Childrens' Dance. We looked out of place as new suits were not common in Escalante at that time. I remember how glad Alice and I were to see each other. I knew she was still my girl. Frank was quite disgusted because Mother made him wear a bow tie. We acquired more cattle through the summer, and the following year, 1889, it became necessary for Father to furnish a rider which was the custom of the range setup. Father arranged for Lem Young to be my guardian and advisor and keep me out of trouble. I rode a brown saddle more that belonged to Johnny Moody. "Roscoe" was fast growing up and about the second year of my riding, I had him ready to go. Old Yaller or "Kenno" which was his name had been folled by one of the yellow mares, Peggy, after we had moved to Escalante from Washington. Eventually, or about the spring of 1891, I broke "Kenno" to ride. These two horses were my mainstays during all the riding I did during my time on the Escalante range. The range where the cattle were ranged during the summer was known as the Escalante mountain range commencing about where the road goes over the mountain 20 miles west of Escalante and running on around to the north and continuing east as far as Boulder or a distance of about 40 to 60 miles. In the wintertime the cattle were driven to the desert southeast of Escalante and the main job during the winter was to keep them scattered out and not let them bunch up which they were naturally inclined to do. The desert range extended from "Hole in the Rock" so named by some early day pioneers who had ferried across the Colorado from Utah to Bluff City, Colorado, sent by Brigham Young. It was while we were living in Escalante that my Mother received an injury from which she never recovered. I remember it well because I saw it happen. She was expecting to be confined within a few months but was still active enough to stand on a chair to reach for something in the cupboard. I recall that the chair turned with her in an off balance position and she landed on the floor quite badly hurt. Up until that time she had been active and as normal as any person. From that day on, her health failed and she was never the same afterwards. Father spent about all he could make and did everything possible but she never regained her health. What schooling I got was completed in Escalante and later on I herded sheep for various people among which were the Griffins and the Spencers. I never collected the money, Father took care of that, which was the custom at the time. John Spencer was one of my best friends and has always remained so. I was considered by some of the older folks to be quite a rowdy fellow but never got into any trouble except of a playful nature. I was quite a hand to sing and dance and in the evenings could generally be heard from one end of town to the other, so they said. Old Yaller or "Kenno" became quite a race horse around Escalante and was never defeated except by a blooded horse brought in from Panguitch. He was in his prime the most beautiful horse I ever saw and no amount of money would buy him. The man who brought in the blooded horse slipped around to me on the side and said, "Kid, you've got a fine horse there but don't bet any money on him. He can't outrun my horse." I didn't have any money but took his word for it anyway and his horse beat Yaller by a length or two. As I remember it, Billy Lay rode Yaller in most of his races because he was light and a splendid rider. I brought Roscoe and Yaller to Idaho with me and Roscoe died in Menan on a ranch Frank was running and which is owned now by Bill Clark. Roscoe was not as fast as Yaller but was a little better saddle horse. I kept Yaller here until he died at about the age of 27. I've owned many a horse in my day, but those two were perhaps my favorites. After I was married, I used them to carry mail from Escalante to Panguitch and they saw me through many a hardship. At one time during the winter near Tropic on my way to Panguitch, I came very close to freezing to death. i was completely lost most of the day and was about to give up when I sighted smoke coming up out of some trees ahead. It was four men camped weathering out the storm. They said, "For Heaven's sake, Lad, where have you been?" They gave me something to eat, warmed me up, loaded in the buggy, and took off for Panguitch as soon as the storm subsided a bit. They were afraid I was in a serious condition but I was soon all right and able to return to Escalante with the mail. Previous History Compiled and Continued by T. Eugene Lufkin, a son In November 1933, I had the privilege of taking my Father and Mother back to Escalante for a visit. We pretty well retraced the road they followed in moving from Escalante, Utah, to Idaho, thirty-two years earlier. On this trip they recounted the story of their lives, and more particularly, of their early lives in Escalante and of their travels and experiences in the late 1890's which eventually led to their establishing a home in Idaho. It was in the spring of 1887 when the family of John T. Lufkin arrived in Escalante from their previous home near St. George. After living in a rented house for a few months, they bought a vacant lot, Lot 3, Block 27, according to the town plat of Escalante. Each lot consisted of 1 1/4 acres with four lots to the block. Lot 3 is in the Southwest corner of the block facing South and West. John T. Lufkin, with the help of his son, Frank, and my Father, George, managed to get out logs from the nearby mountains. By the time Fall arrived, they had a house built near the Southwest corner of the lot. Eventually, a lean-to addition was built on the east side of the house for a kitchen and extra bedroom. Barns and corrals were built, and finally, a yellow brick, two compartment granary was built. Frank and George used one part for a bedroom during the remaining years of their lives at home. (When we went back to the old home in 1933, my father, George T., noted that everything was almost identical as he had last seen it about 1901, and he recounted many events of their youthful days.) In the preceding chapters, my father has given a personal account of a part of his life which I'll endeavor not to retell, but only to fill-in and to extend the story from where he left off. He told of carrying the mail and of his having fallen in love with Alice Heaps, who later became his wife and my mother. The road he traveled was West from Escalante about six miles, thence southwest through the upper valley, Henriville, Cannonville, and Tropic, and on to Panguitch. Thomas Heaps, the father of Alice Ann, operated a dairy ranch in the upper valley through which the mail route meandered. As soon as school was out in the Spring, he would take two or three of his girls to the ranch, and they would stay there the entire summer herding and caring for the dairy stock and making cheese which would be delivered by wagon over the mountain to Marysvale, a distance of about 100 miles, which was the nearest railroad connection. My father and mother laughed and told about the excuses they used to get to see each other as he made his trips past the ranch. Most of the area north and east of Escalante, up Pine Creek, east to Boulder, and the Henry Mountain, south to the Colorado River and southwest along the Utah-Arizona border for several miles was used, mostly, for cattle range. However, there was an area west and north that was used for sheep range along with some of the Boulder area in the earlier history of Escalante. There were several prominent sheep raisers: the Griffins, the Barneys, the Roundys, the Shurtz, and the Joe Spencer family to some extent. My father, George T, told of herding sheep of various times and of being out for weeks at a time, mostly on the mountain range about 30 miles northwest of Escalante. Grandfather Thomas Heaps was a cattle man and as the ranges were getting overstocked and fed out, he decided to find a summer range in another area, which turned out to be an open range country in Idaho which extended from Rexburg, Idaho, into the Teton Basin County to where Victor and Driggs, Idaho, are now located. The distance was approximately 600 miles from Escalante and required about thirty days to make the trip. On one of these trips, he asked George T. to go along and help drive the stock. He also took Alice along to do the cooking and drive the wagon. He acted as chaperon and extra rider as required. Upon arriving at Rexburg, he turned the cattle loose in good feed on the rolling hills southeast of what was then a small town. He rented a small house in Rexburg, and from this point he could ride out occasionally and check on the herd. This was during the spring and summer of 1896. George T. was about 20 years old and anxious for a job, which turned out to be hauling grain with Thomas Heaps' team and wagon from Rexburg to the Oregon Shortline Railroad at Market Lake (Roberts). The dirt road at that time went west and south to a bridge that had been built across the north fork of the Snake River, on west past the "Big Buttes", through the sage brush and lava beds on the north side of the river. The distance each way was about twenty-five miles. It was a romantic summer for them and on September 20, 1896, with Grandpa Thomas Heaps present, George T. and Alice Ann were married by a Probate Judge in Rexburg, Idaho. Shortly after the marriage, Grandpa Heaps left for home alone and was to meet a large number of his family in Manti, Utah, to do Temple work. The young couple soon followed in the wagon. They enjoyed their honeymoon ride to Logan, Utah, where they spent a few days with George T.'s grandparents, George Washington Lufkin and Martha Ann Townsend; while there, they went to the Logan Temple for their endowments and sealing. In telling of this, Alice Ann always mentioned about Martha Ann insisting on her wearing her temple clothes and how snowy white and beautiful they were. She was also very impressed with the hospitality shown them. These were the same grandparents with whom George T had stayed in Salt Lake during the winter and spring of 1887 and 1888. They moved to Logan a few years earlier, and naturally were very glad to see him. After a short stay, they continued on their way and arrived in Manti in time to participate in the Temple work which occurred about the middle of October 1896. They joined with the large family group in making the trip on home to Escalante. It is my understanding that Thomas and Susannah Heaps worked in the Temple for about a week doing sealings, etc. for themselves and their relatives whom they had left in England approximately thirty years before. I have often heard my parents talk about what a grand time they had making that trip back home with their covered wagons strung out in a caravan fashion. The trip required about a week. Upon returning to Escalante, they rented a small house from Bill Hall. It was located one block south of Main Street, and had been built on a lot (Lot 1, Block 32) which had been improved and sold to Mr. Hall by Thomas Heaps a few years earlier. It is now (1965) owned by Beryl Shurtz. It was in this small frame house where my sister, Verna Mae, was born on July 26, 1897. They lived here for about a year during which time they purchased a small brick house located on Lot 4, Block 41. This property was one block east and two blocks south of Grandpa John T's house. John Spencer's home was on Lot 2 in the Northwest corner of the same block. Orin Barker, my cousin, eventually bought and lived on Lot 1 in the Northeast corner of the block. I make note of this for the reason that John Spencer and Orin Barker were probably two of my father's favorite friends, and remained so as long as he lived. John Spencer's father, Joseph H. Spencer. was Grandfather Thomas Heaps' step-brother, his father having married his mother, Mary Cragg, after she became a widow when Thomas was a small boy in England. Joe Spencer's mother had died leaving a small family without a mother. Their affections for each other were real, and after Thomas had come to America, Joe Spencer followed, and when a small group of men were appointed at Panguitch to go investigate the Escalante country and to determine if it would be possible to take wagons into the area, these two men were in the group The country was rough and nearly impassable, even with saddle horses. This was in 1875, and after considerable searching, they determined that a road could be made over the Escalante Mountains. This was accomplished during the spring of 1876, and Escalante was to become a historic haven and home for people from many lands. My Mother, Alice Ann, was to be the first white girl born there (November 20, 1876). Grandfather Thomas Heaps had bought what became Lot 1, Block 14, when the town was platted for record. Joe Spencer bought the lot to the south, Lot 4, Block 14. It was here where he and his wife, Jane Ellen, or "Aunt Jane" as she was known, raised a large family. She died in 1916 and he continued on living here until his own death in 1924. A daughter, Martha S. Bushman, finally fell heir to the property and today, 1965, it belongs to Lorenzo and Ruth Bushman. It was past this property starting at a point about two blocks west, where the horse races mentioned earlier were held. Uncle Willard Heaps' large brick home was in the adjoining lot to the west, Lot 3, Block 14. During the next few years, my father, George T., settled down to the job of making a home and living for his coming family. He herded sheep, worked on schoolhouse construction, carried the mail, and rode after stock for Grandfather John T. Lufkin and others. He was a very good rider and horseman and spent all the time he could riding the Escalante range from Halls Canyon west to the Paria River, and from Barker Reservoir at the head of North Creek to the famous Hole-In-The-Rock on the north bank of the Colorado River. Some of the very familiar places about which he talked were: Alvey Wash, Barney Top, Boulder Creek, Burr Top Trail, and Calf Creek; also Coyote Gulch, Dance Hall Rock, Death Hollow, Fifty Mile Mountain, Fifty Mile Spring, and Hall Creek. Others were: Hall's Backbone, Reese Canyon, Hogsback, Rogers Canyon, Soda Springs, Wild Cat Hollow, Harris Wash, and Griffin Top, among many others. There was no T.V., or radio at the time; consequently, spare time, especially in the winter, was one of the problems. One of the favorite pastimes in the daytime was sitting around in front of the town stores, which included the Wilcock store, the old Co-Op store, and the "Peoples Exchange" one block to the north. George T. was in a group of the town "whittlers" one day when a visitor came by. The visitor looked disgusted and asked, "Is this all you fellows have to do?" No one answered for a minute. Then Hyme Bailey looked up and said, "We don't even have to do this, if we don't want to". George T. was a great storyteller, and when I was a boy, I could sit for hours and listen to him tell of his experiences on the range, of what a chilling experience it was to ride across Hell's Backbone, a very dangerous place on the south Boulder Mountain; also of having their pack horse slip off the trail and roll end-over-end down a steep slope with a full pack of needed provisions. He told of how one day, as he was walking up a long steep trail, he would see how far he could go without raising his head. He had traveled quite some distance when the urge to look up could no longer be controlled, and as he raised his eyes to see, there was an Indian standing in the trail a short distance away just watching his approach. One of their favorite pastimes was gathering pinion, or pine nuts, in the fall of the year, and occasionally, they would receive a bag of pine nuts from some of their folks after they had moved to Idaho. This generally meant a few tears for my Mother, Alice Ann. George T. and Alice Ann were always quite civic and church minded; consequently, with Andrew P. Schaw as their Bishop and Joseph H. Spencer as the Sunday School Superintendent, they participated in all community and ward activities. They both liked to sing and actively participated in choir singing in Escalante under the direction of William Butler and later, William Alvey. Their choir, at times, numbered from sixty to seventy voices. My parents loved Escalante. Their relatives and friends were mostly there, but they could see the day coming when, because of depleted ranges and the fact that although Escalante was a picturesque place in a little pocket or valley, it was surrounded by dry and parched mountain ranges and adjoined by an almost worthless desert to the south, and that in order to provide their family with better opportunities, they must go. To my memory, they seemed never to have been attracted to any place other than Idaho, and more particularly the area between Idaho Falls and Rexburg. Therefore, in the spring of 1902, they disposed of their little home in Escalante (which at this time, 1965, is owned by Lorell Munson) and made preparations to take off for the area where they had so enjoyed themselves in 1896, and which they had never forgotten. My mother used to tell about how terribly sad they were as time came to leave. Travel in those days was extremely slow and they must have had a feeling that many years would pass before they could return. My mother did finally manage to return in the fall of 1909, and my Father, not until November 1933, when I managed to get them to go with me and my wife and children, Alba and Cordell, in our little red Model T. Ford with the Ruxtell gear, which I deemed necessary in order to get over the legendary Escalante Mountain, which was very similar to the road over the Jackson Pass into Wyoming. After many sad adieus and a display pf much sadness, they took off to the West in their covered wagon. Their destination for the end of the day would be the famous old campground at the east base of Escalante Mountain near a beautiful stream - Birch Creek - and surrounded by massive pine trees which had no doubt heard the footsteps of hundreds of Indians and wild animals, and more recently those of the white man. (I remember this campground well from the time, when as a boy of six in October of 1909, my Mother took three of her children: myself, my sister, Grace, and Maxine, who was just a baby, and made a trip back to Escalante. We were met at Marysvale, the end of the railroad, by Uncle George Campbell, who took us over the mountain and camped us at this same campground. It was also at this same place where we killed and ate the little blue hen that had climbed into the wagon the morning we left to go back home in an early April day in 1910. Grace and I quarreled about the little brown egg the hen had laid, and I think our Mother divided it up between us). After what undoubtedly would be a restless night, they arrived at the top of the mountain (elevation of approximately 9,200 feet). I often think about the fact that on this trip she had in her care her three older children, Verna, Roy, and Lavar, and as related above, she later took three different ones. I imagine I can see and hear them as they stood at this dividing line looking back toward Escalante, twenty miles to the southeast, waving their hands and saying, "Thanks, Escalante! Thanks for the the memories!" It now seems fitting to say that the top of the Escalante Mountain would, in a way, be the dividing line between the memorable past and the unknown future for them; and I believe their feelings at that time could be well expressed in the words of Vicent Benet: "The cowards never started and the weak died on the road, And all across the Continent the endless Campfires glowed. We'd taken land and settled - but a traveler passed by - And we're going North tomorrow - Lordy, never ask us why!" In telling the story of their lives, we are not presuming or attempting to say that their hardships were any harder or different than those of thousands of other people, and especially in the settling of this Western Land. It is my understanding that their worldly possessions consisted of about the following items: a team of horses and a wagon with a canvas cover; two saddle horses, Roscoe and Yaller; a few campfire and cooking utensils; some tools; a shovel and ax; and old "Fannie", the female dog which they had acquired in Escalante. They must have had a cow or two, but I'm not sure. They proceeded down the west side of the mountain to Sweetwater (Widstoe), a distance of about five or six miles, and probably camped for the night at Antimony several miles further on. Antimony was a popular stop-over for freighters and others on the way to and from Marysvale and Escalante. Most of the details of the trip have been lost with the passing of time, but they often mentioned the monotony of the day-after-day travel over the rocky and dusty roads. She would quite often drive the team and he would scout around astride one of the two saddle horses. My Father was a very friendly man and a gifted conversationalist; whereas, my Mother, although very friendly, was more serious, and I imagine that many times she had camp made and supper ready when he came in late after a friendly political discussion with some chance acquaintance along the way. They would cross the Sevier River near the little settlement of Junction, and it would be their campground companion while they would travel to and from the following places: Marysvale, Big Rock Candy Mountain, Sevier, Joseph, Elsinore, Richfield, Sigurd, Salina, and Gunnison where they would turn right towards Manti. (I would like to mention that at this very time the McMurtrey family was living in the little town of Joseph, or "Joe Town" as Dad and Jim McMurtrey used to talk about it many years later.) One of the Barron boys was living at Sigurd. They stopped at his place for a day or two and rested up before continuing their journey. (When we made the trip to Escalante in 1933, we stopped and visited with them, and I believe his name was Mose Barron.) In about another ten days, they reached the home of George Washington Lufkin in Logan, Utah, where they again rested and had a good old-fashioned visit. In about another week, they crossed the Utah line into Idaho which was to be their adopted state and which, I believe, was to them the greatest of all the states. "Uncle Jake Barron", as he has always been known, my Fathers uncle and a brother to Mose Barron, had homesteaded a farm which was located about half way between Inkom and Pocatello in Idaho. This farm straddled the Portneuf River and his house and barns had an ideal setting on the west bank of the river. Uncle Jake, along with Uncle Mose and others, had helped get my Grandfather John T. Lufkin's team ready when the latter moved from their home in Washington, Utah, as related earlier. He and Aunt Nish had been quite successful and truly welcomed my parents to their home. (We stayed overnight at their home on our trip to Escalante in 1933, and it was really an experience to hear them retell of their lives together so many years before. They tarried for a few days, then continued on down the Portneuf Canyon to Pocatello and on north to the Fort Hall Indian Reservation. They used to talk about how deep and difficult the sand was across this are, and they remembered that the wagon road they traveled was somewhat east of the present highway (1965) and stayed more to the edge of the foothills on its course to the town of Blackfoot, Idaho.) A few years earlier, my Father's Uncle, George E. Lufkin, whose name has been referred to many times in the early part of this biography, had moved to the small town of Shelley where he had acquired a farm and was managing to do quite well financially. He had a family by this time; about three girls and two boys, John and Allan. The boys were too young for heavy farm work; therefore, Uncle George induced my Father to be his hired man for that summer of 1902. My Father welcomed this opportunity, for he and my Mother were proud and independent people and were determined to make their own way so far as making a living was concerned. Uncle George provided them with a place to live and with pasture for their animals and helped them in many other ways. My Father has often talked about how different it was working in the hay and potato fields and helping to harvest the grain in the Fall, especially hauling grain and feeding it into a horse-powered threshing machine in the Fall of that year. He had done some of this work in Escalante, but on a much smaller scale. Anyway, it was a lot more fun to ride the Escalante range. Jobs were hard to find in this area, especially after the fall harvest was completed; but during the summer and especially during the fall harvest, he had become acquainted with a good many people among whom were the Priest boys at Taylorsville, a small farming community east of Shelley. He recognized them as being his kind of people, and they recognized him as a young man with a family who needed a job and was willing to work and earn his pay. In the wintertime they operated a hay baling business and would go from farm to farm in the area as requested by the hay growers and bale the hay at a contract price. They offered him a job for the winter with the understanding that they would use him whenever possible. The area as a farming community was relatively new, having been broken out of sage brush possibly thirty years earlier. It had for many years been a part of the Taylor Mountain cattle domain of one John Taylor who built the first toll bridge across the Snake River at "Eagle Rock" or Idaho Falls, as it is now known. As the early settlers will verify, the winters at that time were usually very bad with deep snow and low temperatures the rule. The roads were poor and travel was by horse drawn bobsled. My parents moved to Taylorsville and lived that winter in a rented house a little south and west of the present Taylorsville Community Center. They liked Taylorsville; the people were very friendly and helpful, and had it not been for one sorrowing experience, it would have been a good winter. On December 6, 1902, a son was born to them. He was a welcome addition to their family and seemed to be a new ray of sunshine for them. Eventually, they had him blessed and given the name of John Henry. About the middle of January he became ill with pneumonia, and in spite of all they could do, he died on January 28, 1903. They buried him in the Taylorsville Cemetery. The cemetery was, at that early date, a squirrel infested spot which had been cut out of sage brush at the base of the Taylorsville Mountain at the southeastern edge of the Community Center. It has since become a well-organized, well kept, modern cemetery. My Father was still looking to the North and during the winter had done a little scouting and inquiring about a permanent place to settle. Consequently, when spring came, they loaded into the wagon and headed North. They have often talked about camping overnight on a hillside a short distance east of the W.H. Price farm, which is due north of Iona. They proceeded north from this point, but somewhere along the line they turned west and then north again, for they used to tell about camping overnight in the far yard of Abe Gneiting in the community of Grant, which is located north of Idaho Falls in Jefferson County. They continued on north to Menan, Idaho, where they rented a small farm from a man by the name of Rube Scott. This farm was located slightly over a mile east of the village of Menan. It had a good brick house on it into which they moved. My Father operated this farm and worked for other farmers whenever work was available. He often mentioned the names of Milburn Poole, Ed Carr, Will Merrill, Eph. Lawson, and many others. Sometime during the fall of 1903, my Grandfather, John T. Lufkin, had sold out in Escalante, Utah. He had loaded his stock and other belongings into railroad cars at Manti, Utah. They eventually unloaded at Roberts, Idaho, and moved temporarily into a part of the Rube Scott house where my parents were living. I was born in the early morning of December 3, 1903, and my Father used to tell about how he and Grandfather Lufkin had gone that day in a white-topped buggy with John and Ike Fisher to Idaho Falls where they closed out the purchase of a farm (the old Bacon farm) from the Fisher brothers. This farm was located in Annis, Idaho, about three miles to the east. My Father was to get the south forty acres, and Grandfather was to have the north forty acres where there was a log house already built. At the time of purchase, they agreed between them that if either ever sold he would give the other one the first chance to buy him out. My Grandfather moved immediately into this log house. According to my memory, my Father continued to operate the Rube Scott farm during the summer of 1904. His brother, Frank, arrived on the scene about this time and moved his family into the part of the Scott house vacated by Grandfather Lufkin. Uncle Frank rented a farm on the north side of Menan (where Bill Clark now lives), and in the spring of 1904, he moved his family into a house on this farm. He operated this farm for several years and moved from that farm to the farm he later bought from Will Merrill, located near the Annis school house. My Father had brought Roscoe and Yaller from Utah with him. As related earlier, Roscoe belonged to Uncle Frank; consequently, when he took over this farm in 1904, he took Roscoe with him. (It is here where Roscoe fell dead of a heart attack while being ridden.) In the Fall of 1904, my Father moved his family to Annis. There was not a house on his part of the farm, so he rented a house known as the "Gerard House". It was a log and frame structure about where Grant Bybee now lives. They were slowly closing in on what was eventually to be their permanent home for life. As soon as they were settled in the Gerard house, my Father heard of a freighting job in the Twin Falls area nearly two hundred miles to the southwest. Therefore, in early December he hitched his team, "Dick and Beck", to his covered wagon and took off for that area. He spent the winter of 1904 and 1905 hauling freight from Shoshone, Idaho, (which was on the new Shoshone - Hailey Railroad line) to the new community of Twin Falls which had a short time previously been opened up for development. When he returned home in the Spring of 1905, he brought back a good share of the money that he had made during the long cold winter. Although the Gerard house was poorly built, and one could hear the winter wind whistle around the windows and doors, my Mother managed to gather wood and keep her little family warm and comfortable. It was my sister, Verna's second year in school, and although the school house was a long mile and one-half from home and school buses were unheard of at that time, she got along just fine. A special thanks would have to go to the Pierce family along with Rachael Maynard, Annie Clifford, Bess Dinsdale, also, Bill and Gertrude Bruce for their help; their homes were one to two miles farther from school than ours. (I would like to mention that the now famous author, Vardis Fisher, along with his brother, Vivian, were at that time attending the Annis school (District #49) and continued to go there for several years afterwards.) My brother, Roy, had reached the hard-to-control age, was crazy about horses, and although he was small, he could still manage to get on old Yaller's back and be on his way. I might mention that he was tongue-tied until he was about four years of age, consequently, because of his garbled lingo, he was given the name of "Dutch", which stuck with him all through his school years. Even to this day I have people ask, "What ever happened to your brother. "Dutch"? One of my parents favorite stories about him was when he came in one day and said, "Old Fannie hatched some little pups under the back porch." The Gerard house was only about one-fourth mile from my Father's newly acquired farm which he operated that year for the first time. Their world was improving with time until a late June day of that year. My parents had to go to a funeral somewhere in the Shelley area. They left the children, Verna, Roy, and Lavar, in the care of my father's sister, Lillie, and although she was a good and competent girl, my brother, Lavar, got away. He hadn't been gone long, but when they found him, he was face down in an irrigation ditch that ran in front of the house. This occurred on June 26, 1905. He was buried in the Annis-Cedar Butte Cemetery. As time permitted during the summer, my Father made a couple of trips to a saw mill in Blacks Canyon, which was operated by Eli Campbell and Joe Fisher, where he got out logs and weanie edge slabs with which to build a house and some granaries on his farm. As I remember the story, Roy went with him on these trips. In the late summer, he moved his family into a large tent close by a tree-lined slough near where the house was to be. He did this in order to be close to the job. He got a man to help him lay the logs, and within a short time they had the house built. After my Mother got the walls and ceiling lined with factory cloth and lime, they moved in. They were home! Had it not been for the drowning incident, it would have been a dream come true. They continued with their building job, and in a short time, had a double-binned slab granary built where he could store the newly threshed wheat an oats as it came from the threshing machine. It was about this time that Grandfather Heaps came to visit with them. He had liked the state of Idaho from his very first visit and had been particularly impressed by the Upper Snake River Valley. He stated that, If it were possible, he would sell out in Utah and move to Idaho but that at his age he thought it would be unwise to do so. After returning to his home in Escalante, he became ill and died on December 4, 1905. An open well about twenty-five feet deep was dug on the edge of a slope near the house and was cased with one inch rough lumber as was the custom. An overhead frame was built and a pulley hung from the center which would handle a one-half inch well rope with a bucket at the end. I can still hear that old squeaking pulley. My Father made a stock-watering trough by chopping out the center of a cottonwood log which was too heavy for the stock to move around. We accumulated livestock quite rapidly, such as the following: horses, milk cows, pigs, chickens, and cats, along with the two dogs, "Bounce and Buster". There was some brush on the place which had to be grubbed off. New ditches had to be made and considerable leveling had to be done in order to better irrigate the crops that were to be raised. About the following year of 1906, a sugar factory was built at Sugar City about 20 miles to the northeast. My Grandfather made preparations to be there and on the job for the first sugar processing campaign in the fall of 1906. He was there successively for every sugar run for the next 30 years, or until after the fall and winter of 1936-1937. My Father and Uncle Frank also worked at the factory at times during the early history of the plant. They liked working there, partly because they liked the hustle and bustle of the place, but more for the fact that it helped to supplement their yearly income and enabled them to get ahead a little faster. Most of the years, my Father operated Grandfather Lufkin's farm along with his own, and in this way he was better able to utilize the labor of his growing family. My Mother was full of ambition, so while he was working and supervising the planting and harvesting of the farm crops, she was planting and caring for a large garden; setting hens and raising chickens; milking cows and feeding calves; doing the washing on an old style scrub board; drawing water for the stock, gathering wood from the slough banks; doing the cooking for a progressively growing family and a hundred and one other chores, along with working in the Relief Society, acting as mid-wife or aiding with the sick wherever she was needed. A man would have to be a born failure to fail with that kind of help. Our old house was crude and small by today's standards, but it was always clean and although we all had to work - what we thought was hard - yet to my own memory, we had a good comfortable place to sleep and plenty of good, well prepared food to eat. My Mother was a very good cook who could cook the bark from an aspen tree and make it taste like chocolate cake. My Father worked us aplenty and was not too concerned about our bare feet and the holes in our britches. Nevertheless, he wanted us to remain at the table until we were satisfied. The roads in Annis at that time were generally enclosed by farm fences, but were upgraded and ungraveled, consequently, during ad after every storm, and especially after the snow had melted in the spring, they had to be dragged and smoothed with a road drag which generally required about four good horses to do the job. Also, some bridge and culvert work had to be done. For several years my Father did some of this work. I also remember hauling hay for a man by the name of Goodrich and also for our old neighbor, Dave Parks. I always wanted to be with him and I remember how scary it was crossing the Annis slough in Uncle Dave's field. The water was about two to three feet deep and generally the banks were so rough getting in and out that it would about tip the load over. I always had full confidence in my Father and fully believed there was not anything that he couldn't do. My sister, Grace, was born on April 16th, 1906, and I seem to recall that I had to move over and make room for her, not only in my parents affections but at the table and in the bed where I slept as a child. Grace didn't like to wash dishes and do housework but she was a great help in other ways and more than made her way thinning and hoeing sugar beets, potatoes, etc. Our sister, Maxine, was born on January 27, 1909, and soon won the affection of the rest of the family. She was not perfectly healthy at first and required a little special attention, and although she worked in the fields to some extent, she was a good housekeeper, paid good attention to what she was asked to do, consequently, she spent more time in the house. When October of 1909 arrived, my Mother was anxious to go back to the old home in Escalante for a visit. Arrangements were made and she was to take me and my sisters, Grace and Maxine, with her. According to their story, my Father took us to the depot at Rigby to meet the train and they used to tell about how it snowed and how muddy the roads were. It was a distance of about four and one-half miles. We weren't supposed to be gone more than a month or six weeks but shortly before we got ready to return, a heavy winter set in and travel over the Escalante Mountains was brought to a standstill, so it was decided that we should wait until travel would be safe. As it turned out, this was the following April of 1910. My Father, with Verna and Roy, must have had quite a winter. Verna and Roy were going to school and I imagine my Father must have again joined the "Whittlers" at the old brick community store in Annis. He was a great storyteller and could hold his own in any group of "Whittlers". Oscar A. Kirkham, who later became a world famous scouter, was at that time a sort of semi-professional choir leader and trainer of voices for the L.D.S. Church. During the winter and spring of 1910, he arranged to meet at the Lorenzo Ward meeting house one night a week and give special instruction to the choir leaders and choirs, along with some private voice instruction. My Father would hitch his team to a pair of bobsleds - which carried an old type wagon box - and gather together the members of the Annis choir and take them to this singing practice. An old English-trained choir leader by the name of Ed Lewis was their leader. George and Alice Lufkin were part of the choir. About this time, my Father became a School Trustee and was elected to be the Constable of Annis. He took quite an active part in church activities, was active in a community drama group, was edging his way into politics via the Precinct Committeeman route and a little later was a counselor, along with William Poole, in the Ward Bishopric, with George A. Browning as Bishop. I would like to digress long enough to say that my family on both sides had always been Democrats - he as well - until he came to Idaho. When he came to Menan - as has been told - he had become acquainted with John W. Hart, who was Bishop of Menan, active in the operation of the Woods Livestock, Sheep and Cattle Company, and more or less the leader of the of the Republican party in the area - which was at that time still a part of old Fremont County. Anyway, John W. Hart converted my Father over to the Republican side and there the ground work was laid for some of the most heated political debates that I have ever heard. Grandfather John T. Lufkin, along with Uncle Frank and Uncle Quill, were dyed-in-the-wool Democrats, and the one thing I remember best was my Grandfathers old-fashioned way of saying "says I" as he talked; and when he would get a little exasperated, he would get it shortened to just "si", and he would finally say "si", George, you know very well that Senator Borah was the poorest senator ever elected to the U.S. Senate. My Father could never agree with the principle of free trade which he claimed favored the American monopolists who purchased land abroad and shipped their produce, sheep, etc., back into our ports duty free. And thus the battle raged and never changed until death. To him, Senator Borah was one of the greatest. My sister, Norma, was born on March 15, 1911, and in keeping with the pattern already established, was in a few short years able to join the little band of weed choppers. She, too, would rather work in the fields than to do housework. Shortly after Norma was born, my Father acquired a part of the old Annis school house which had to be moved to make way for a new brick building. Several teams of horses were required to pull the heavy frame building the mile and one-quarter distance. It was placed in the southwest corner of our farm and after a little remodeling, we moved in. Several Carolina poplar trees were planted along the south and west line and by carrying water to the new trees with a bucket, we managed to keep them all alive. My Father was a great lover of horses, so I must keep that part of the story up to date. A few years previous to this time, my Father had traded for a grey filly from a man by the name of Clifford, who was the current mail carrier. The young filly was given the name of "Gyp". She finally got to weighing about eleven hundred pounds, and had all the qualities of a fine animal and, in spite of what my Father has said about Roscoe and Yaller, I know he liked "Gyp" just as well. She foaled two fine colts, "Mark and Bell", which I would have to say, became finally his favorite team. They were also grey and got to weighing about fifteen hundred pounds each. About this time, he purchased a small brown mare from our neighbor, Jim Scott. He paid Mr. Scott one hundred and twenty-five dollars, which at that time, was a lot of money. She had already foaled two fine colts, "Deck and Dime" and was to go on and foal three more geldings, "Tobe, Toff, and Jack". All five geldings were sired by the same stallion. The two mares, Gyp and Bess, under my Fathers handling became well trained, were evenly matched except for color ( Bess was dark brown), and would always give their very best under all circumstances. I would like to digress long enough to say that my family on both sides had always been Democrats - he as well - until he came to Idaho. When he came to Menan - as has been told - he had become acquainted with John W. Hart, who was Bishop of Menan, active in the operation of the Woods Livestock, Sheep and Cattle Company, and more or less the leader of the Republican party in the area - which was at that time still a part of old Fremont County. Anyway, John W. Hart converted my Father over to the Republican side and there the ground work was laid for some of the most heated political debates that I have ever heard. Grandfather John T. Lufkin, along with Uncle Frank and Uncle Quill, were dyed-in-the-wool Democrats, and the one thing I remember best was my Grandfathers old-fashioned way of saying, "says I" as he talked; and when he would get a little exasperated, he would get it shortened to just "si", and he would finally say "si", George, you know very well that Senator Borah was the poorest senator ever elected to the U.S. Senate. My Father could never agree with the principle of free trade which he claimed favored the American monopolists who purchased land abroad and shipped their produce, sheep, etc., back into our ports duty free. And thus the battle raged and never changed until death. To him, Senator Borah was one of the greatest. My sister, Norma, was born on March 15, 1911, and in keeping with the pattern already established, was in a few short years able to join the little band of weed choppers. She, too, would rather work in the fields then to do housework. Shortly after Norma was born, my Father acquired a part of the old Annis school house which had to be moved to make way for a new brick building. Several teams of horses were required to pull the heavy frame building the mile and one-quarter distance. It was placed in the southwest corner of our farm and after a little remodeling, we moved in. Several Carolina poplar trees were planted along the south and west line and by carrying water to the new trees with a bucket, we managed to keep them all alive. My Father was a great lover of horses, so I must keep that part of the story up to date. A few year previous to this time, my Father had traded for a grey filly from a man by the name of Clifford, who was the current mail carrier. The young filly was given the name of "Gyp". She finally got to weighing about eleven hundred pounds, and had all the qualities of a fine animal and, in spite of what my Father has said about Roscoe and Yaller, I know he liked "Gyp" just as well. She foaled two fine colts, "Mark and Bell", which I would have to say, became finally his favorite team. They were also grey and got to weighing about fifteen hundred pounds each. About this time, he purchased a small brown mare from our neighbor, Jim Scott. He paid Mr. Scott one hundred and twenty-five dollars, which at that time, was a lot of money. She had already foaled two fine colts, "Deck and Dime" and was to go on and foal three more geldings, "Tobe, Toff and Jack". All five geldings were sired by the same stallion. The two mares, Gyp and Bess, under my Father's handling became well, trained, were evenly matched except for color (Bess was dark brown), and would always give their very best under all circumstances. On May 7, 1913, my brother, Ryland, was born, the first in the new house. I remember my Father talking to me the morning after and I got the idea that he feared for my Mothers life. In spite of any trouble, she soon recovered and was back taking care of her family. A couple of years earlier, a man had come into the community with a band of Indian ponies which he had gathered from the wild area known as "Medicine Lodge" about sixty miles to the northwest. In the band was an ugly-looking sorrel mustang which my Father purchased for about twenty dollars. We named the new pony "Flax". It was generally understood that Flax belonged to Roy. I didn't seem to mind because Roy was with "Flax" like he was with everything else, never stingy, and the horse was mine to use whenever he was available. There was a sad incident occurred as a result of Flax slipping as Roy made a fast turn while riding him in the yard. He fell hard on Roy's left leg, breaking the leg squarely near the middle of the shin bone. This incident happened about the latter part of April of 1914. Within a short period of time he had the little horse trained to put his head down while Roy put his heavy-casted leg over the horse's neck, the head would then come up, and Roy was on. Several years earlier, an area south and east of Ririe had been opened up for homesteading and many of the farmers had taken up dry farms in that area. Among these were Bishop George A. Browning and the Fisher boys, Burt and Hype, along with E. M. Carr, Holman Clifford, Joe Scott, Erastus Walker, Lew Anderson, and many others. My Father had a desire to own a small dry farm which he could operated along with his irrigated farm in Annis, and as a result, in the fall of 1915, he purchased one hundred and sixty acres from H.J. "Hype" Fisher. This farm was located up on the bench from the Snake River and directly across from the mouths of the Burns and Blacks Canyon. In the Spring of 1916, after the valley crops were planted, my Father took his equipment to this farm and planted most of it to wheat, barley, and oats. The road to the River was shorter but it was too steep for heavy loads; consequently, water for the animals as well as house use had to be hauled a distance of about four miles from Antelope Creek. It was hauled in an eight hundred gallon water tank and the supply had to be replenished about three times a week. It took only about three weeks to do the planting that first year, but it was a thrilling experience. It gave us a feeling of being out on the great frontier, the land of he coyote, badgers, squirrels, and even wolves. We could not see the River from where our house was located, but we could hear the roar of its water as it moved down the deep canyon. Occasionally, we would go fishing down in what we called "First Bottom" and "Second Bottom" and also down on "John Nebel Flat". The next year of 1917, part of us spent the entire summer at this ranch. To me, it was the most fascinating year of my growing-up time and I believe Grace, Maxine, and Norma will say the same. They say that bears live mostly on berries. Well, they didn't have anything on us that summer. It seemed that during the late summer and fall, we practically lived on chokecherries and service berries. It didn't have to be that way, we just seemed to like it that way. We continued to operate this farm on a hit-and-miss basis until about 1925; but the year of 1917 was our only year of really living there. During the year of 1926, it was rented to “Doc” Fisher, an Uncle to Vardis Fisher. Through the years, my Father was quite active in his political party and during the summer of 1920, he was persuaded to run for office of Sheriff. It didn’t require too much persuasion, and when the election was over, he had won the job. He was a large man, was built straight up and down, and for years had worn a black, handlebar mustache. He really looked the part of an early day Western lawman. From his boyhood days in Utah, he had specialized in shooting a six shooter. Although, I don’t recall ever seeing him fire a rifle or a shotgun, I firmly believe he was one of the most accurate shooters of small fire arms that I have ever seen, at least in the amateur class. He could hit a squirrel at thirty to forty yards nine times out of ten. My brother, Roy, and I continued to operate the farms according to our Father’s instructions, with Roy being sort of a general foreman. My Father remained in town, having his sleeping quarters at the sheriff’s office and eating most of his meals at the up-town cafes. My Mother moved into town for a short period of time, but soon decided that that was not the life for her. She would much rather be back at the ranch where she could see to it that old Boss and Reddy and Blackie and what-ever-their-names-were, got the proper care. On July 7, 1915, their last son, Ellwood, had been born, and by now, he and Ryland were growing up and reaching a size where they could lend their bit toward the operation of the enterprise. About this time, or in the summer of 1923, the old Bartlet farm, a one-hundred and sixty acre farm, came up for sale and with the assistance of his old friend, John W. Hart, who was president of the Rigby Bank, my Father was able to buy this farm. He got it for what we considered a bargain price, partly because of his friendship with the right people, and also because of the fine reputation he had built up through the years. My Father was constantly on the lookout for good young livestock and used all the money he could spare to build up a nice young herd of range cattle. He was trying to help his brother, Quill, get a start. (Quill had more or less made our home his home for several years.) He gave Quill the job of riding the range, of accumulating some stock of his won and being a partner in the cattle operation. As mentioned earlier, the McMurtrey family had mostly moved to the Antelope dry farm country and Jim McMurtrey had a dry farm close to ours. My Father had always liked Jim, who was also accumulating a herd of range cattle. So after some negotiations, they applied to the forest service for an area where they could summer their cattle together. They were assigned the area on the north side of the Snake River extending from Mud Creek on the west to about the “Hole in the Rock”, which is just up river from Blacks Canyon. This area was across the river from our dry farm, and I recall that back in 1916 and 1917 we used to sit and watch Spalding’s sheep, especially the lambs, as they scampered and played over the sage brush hills. At that time, it looked to be five miles away, but it was actually not over a mile or two. The area extended to the heads of Big Burns Canyon and Blacks Canyon (where the old saw mill had been located), and included Hells Hole Canyon, Coal Mine Canyon, Bear Trap Canyon, Woods Canyon, and many smaller canyons such as Little Burns and Wolverine. Jim McMurtrey's family had been converted to the Mormon Church back in Alabama about 1885 by John W. Hart, who was in that area on a mission for the Church. Jim was a young boy at the time and when his parents immigrated to Joseph, Utah, he came with them. He was an unusual character, as tough as a knot and the noisiest man that ever rode the range. (In thirty years of riding, he had never seen a bear in the wild state.) He was always flapping his chaps and spurs, hollering at "Old Pedro", his dog, or just plain talking. Nevertheless, he was a good man with fine qualities. I have always thought that if Zane Grey had known Jim McMurtrey and "Quill" Lufkin they must surely would have been the featured characters in one of his books. Quill got married during the month of May 1923 and soon acquired some pasture land of his own but continued to ride after my Father's cattle through the summer of 1924. I was assigned to take over the job in the spring of 1925 and rode after the stock during the years of 1925 and 1926. In January 1927, I was called to go into the mission field, so the following spring my Father took over the job of riding after his own cattle. After an absence of almost twenty-six years, he was back in the saddle. As he stated in his letter, he had told the ranger that he was the best rider on the range - some of the range riders might dispute that statement, which had been made in jest, but I'm inclined to believe that most of them would say that it was true. In the spring of 1925, I had traded with "Doc" Fisher for a brown, four-year old gelding which had been raised by one of the Baker boys in Swan Valley. Jim McMurtrey and I started his breaking process by putting a pack on his back for about a weeks trip - repairing drift fences, and placing salt at the salt licks on the range. He broke-in fast and by carefully working with him, he became the finest saddle horse it has ever been my privilege to ride. Anyway, when my Father took over the riding in the spring of 1927, he admitted that "Button" was equal to either Roscoe or Yaller, his favorites back in the Escalante days. After "Button" developed a lame ankle a few years later, he purchased a young grey horse from Uncle Frank. This horse's name was "Kid". He had other horses but "Kid" was his mainstay, and by the time (in the middle 1940's) the horse had grown too old for use on the range my Father had, also. I don't recall the names of the rangers who had charge of he range while he was riding, but I'd like to mention the names of at least some of the people who were cattle owners and with whom he rode and others with whom he had to deal. There was Jim McMurtrey, Royal Ellis, Dave Smith, Nels Johnson, the Thompson family, and Ira Spalding. Also, there was Henry Zippel, the old trapper, along with Etzel Fisher, Carl Bucklin, and the Spalding brothers, some of he Wilcox boys along with the Grover boys from Sunnydell. About the time my Father took over the riding, the Palisades Cattle Growers Association was organized and our old range was taken into a larger expanded area which had an allotment of fourteen hundred head of cattle. Part of the time, my Father was the head of this association. I'm sure he liked this because he always seemed to enjoy being the "Boss" and carrying the responsibility of making things go. Sometime in the late 1930's, my Father purchased the old "Tom Goe" place just down the river from the famous old "Table Rock". This gave him considerable satisfaction as it provided him a good place to pasture his cattle in the spring and fall of the year. At this time I'd like to go back to about 1913 when my brother, Ryland, was born. I remember that my brother, Roy, although only a boy, was driving three horses, "Mark, Pat and Bess", on a sulky plow plowing a field east of the house. From that time on for several years, Roy was an unexpendable and essential part of the operations. My Father depended on him to keep things moving along. When Roy got married in 1926, he continued to operate under this system. By now, Ryland and Ellwood were commencing to shave and slick down their hair, and in a few years a place had to be made for them. They had worked hard through the years. My Father was depending on them more and more as time went on. He not only depended on their work on the farm, but they gradually took more and more of the range riding, hauling of necessary hay (which was generally bought from Doc Nye south of Rigby), and feeding of the cattle in the wintertime. It is my feeling that they more than earned everything they got out of it all. Ellwood was the last to get married. This happened in May 1936, and by this time, my Father had a considerable number of grandchildren and it was his great delight to have as many of his family as could gather at some place along the trail, as they made the cattle drive to and from the range in the spring and fall. They often met near Heise Hot Springs, Anderson Dam, Spring Creek, or the Goe Ranch for a big feed. All the daughters and daughters-in-law were good cooks, so King Tut in all his glory had nothing on George T. Lufkin. Enough horses could never be provided for all, but they took turns with the horses and with barking dogs, happy yelling kids, the horses munching on their hay and oats when stops were made, and the blatting and bellowing of the cows and calves, it was a time never to be forgotten. In deference to space and in order to hold this story to a reasonable length, I have endeavored to leave out the many details and the limitless hundreds of stories that could be told about my Father's life. I do, however, want to go back to his days as sheriff of Jefferson County and say that some of the treasured friends of life were made during his tenure in office. He was a friendly man, and attorneys, judges, other county sheriff's, County Commissioners, and unnumbered others became his friends. He always seemed to hold in high esteem his Deputy, Bill Nye, and Bill Nye's father, the old veterinarian, Doc Nye. In regard to making and keeping friends, he probably was no different than other sheriff's who have a desire to be the people's servant and not their master. Two stories will serve to illustrated the technique he used to induce people to observe the law. A report came to him that a family north of Roberts was making "Moonshine" whiskey at their home. He knew the family partly by reputation and, to some extent, personally. He knew of them as being a fine German family. Times were difficult and he knew that they were grasping at straws in an endeavor to meet their obligations. He got in his Dodge car alone and drove to their place. He stopped his car near the mail box and pretended that he was having car trouble. After ten or fifteen minutes he strolled to the house. He knocked on the door and was invited in. He asked them if they had any whiskey around and naturally the answer was "no". He visited for awhile and almost got drunk from the mash fumes in the house. They had broken all records getting their whiskey mash into the pig troughs in the yard. By now, the cows and pigs in the yard were staggering, and the roosters were so drunk they couldn't even crow. He smiled and they smiled, but to his knowledge that was the last of their whiskey making. They had gotten the drift. A few years ago, a man about my age told me of an experience that he had had with my Father when he was Sheriff. This man and a friend were selling "bootleg" whiskey at the Midway dances and doing quite well. One evening they saw my Father drive up in his Buick car. They immediately jumped in their car and took off with my Father in pursuit. He said he knew that the Buick could have picked them up in a short distance. My Father's deputy was with him, so it was just a matter of overtaking them. Suddenly, they saw his car slow up and turn around. My Father knew the boys, and in a few days they called into his office for a visit. His first words to them were, "If I hadn't run out of gas, I'd have caught you rascals". The fellow said he told my Father that he had sold his last whiskey. He told me he had stayed to his word. The years he served as sheriff were during the prohibition days when whiskey stills were operating in concealed places everywhere and bootlegging was an enticing practice by desperate men, but my Father always seemed to be equal to every situation that he encountered. Shortly after 1940, my Mother's health commenced to fail and on the 28th of July, 1945, she was called to leave us. All through the years, she had, to a great extent, waited on my Father "hand and foot", as the saying goes. It was not that she had to, she was just that way. We all wondered what in the world he would do, but with the help of his daughters and daughters-in-law, he got along quite well. He maintained his own house and kept it clean and orderly. I was quickly impressed by two things. First, that canned cream and creamery butter had replaced the good homemade butter and cream that my Mother had always kept. And second, that those wonderful frosted cookies that my Mother was so famous for were there no longer. As most men do under similar circumstances, during the next four years he spent many lonely days. The little girl who had peeked through the window at him back in Escalante had gone to her reward. To a great extent his family did what they could for him but as is always the case, it was his cross to bear and he bore it as well as could be expected. One thing happened that has been of some satisfaction to me. He had never ridden in an airplane, so I asked him if he'd like to go for a ride in one. He answered somewhat to my surprise, "Yes, I would sure like to go". I made arrangements with Tom Swager to take him up. Tom belonged to the Eagle Rock Flying Club in Idaho Falls. They had a fine piper cub machine, so a date was set and I had my Father at the airport on time. We asked him where he wanted to go. His answer was that he'd like to fly over his old farm in Annis. It was twenty miles away, and would take more time than a first-timer could ordinarily stand in a light plane that was buffeted about even in smooth air. Nevertheless, he went and they flew north to the big Menan Buttes, up the river and circled several times over Annis, Menan, and Lorenzo, and back over Rigby and Iona, and finally to the airport. He had a pale look when he got out of the plane. He said not to mind, that he was a little nauseated, but that he had enjoyed every second of it, and had always wanted to do just that, and wouldn't take it back for anything. He continued to express amazement at the beauty of the fields and of how the Snake River had the appearance of a silver snake as it meandered its way through Lorenzo and Annis and Menan and on into Idaho Falls. He had especially noted the beauty of the Cedar Butte Cemetery lying on the eastern slope of the Annis Little Butte. It had for many years been an area of weeds and small desert cactus with a smattering of native flowers, gopher mounds, sage brush, and cedar trees. About twenty years previous to this time, a cemetery district had been organized for the purpose of creating an irrigation system and beautifying the spot that it might be a more fitting place for the interment of their dead. He had been elected Chairman of the Board with John E. Ellis as secretary and William Allred, George L. Hart, and others as members. As he saw and reflected upon these things, of his failures along with his successes (financial and otherwise) and of the fine posterity which he had helped to create, now he knew why they had turned north from the top of Escalante Mountain. With the exception of a bad case of smallpox which partially destroyed the sight in one eye and a few bad spells of rheumatism, my Father's health through most of his life had been reasonably good. However, about 1944, he suffered a light stroke. After my Mother died in 1945, his health continued to decline until the spring of 1949. In that month a bad sick spell seriously weakened him and he died on May 19, 1949. He was buried in the family plot in the Annis Little Butte Cemetery. Following is a list of his sons and daughters who will carry on his posterity: Verna Mae - Alma Rose, husband - 12 children - Resides in Humphrey, Idaho George Leroy - Alice Goody, wife - 2 children - Resides in Annis, Idaho Thomas Eugene - Zelpha Ellis, wife - 3 children - Resides in Mesa, Arizona Grace - W. L. Price, husband - 3 children - Resides in Iona, Idaho Maxine - Dean L. Hanni, husband - 3 children - Resides in Annis, Idaho Norma - Samuel LaMar Burke, husband - 5 children - Resides in Annis, Idaho Ryland Townsend - Belva Kinghorn, wife - 4 children - Resides in Annis, Idaho Ellwood Jennings - Wanda Scott, wife - 5 children - Resides in Annis, Idaho In telling the story of my Father's life, I have left out countless stories that could be told. I have tried to be factual and yet put in what to some might seem trivial, but which I deemed necessary to tie the story together and make it interesting. I have tried to present a short story in such a way that should a stranger read the narrative, he would have a good basic understanding of the life of George Townsend Lufkin. I think that it would be desirable and appropriate for anyone to write their own story, or to add addenda sheets to this basic narrative. In compiling this history, I have utilized the help and advice of my wife, Zelpha, and my daughter, Alba Ellsworth. Also, Burt and Martha Fisher and Ross and Allie Poole have given firsthand information regarding the choir members as related in the story. I especially thank Miss Joan Ven Lieu, our office secretary, for being my typist. ***re-typed up and placed on Family Search, for the enjoyment of all, by Ronda Kay Burke Mills, Great Granddaughter of George Townsend Lufkin, through his daughter, Norma Lufkin Burke. May 2014

Norma Lufkin Life History (incomplete) - written by Norma Lufkin 25 February 1999

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I was born March 15, 1911, in Annis, Idaho, which was at that time Bingham County. It became Jefferson County in 1913 and Annis fell within its boundaries. It was quite inconvenient for my parents to travel to Blackfoot, the county seat, to transact any legal business that was required. I was the 8th child of 10 children. They were as follows: Verna May, born July 26, 1897; George Leroy, born July 29, 1899; Lavar, born July 22, 1901; all in Escalante, Utah. John Henry, born December 6, 1902, in Taylorsville, Idaho. Thomas Eugene, born December 3, 1903, in Menan, Idaho. Grace, born April 16, 1906; Maxine, born January 27, 1909; myself, Norma, born March 15, 1911; Ryland Townsend, born May 7, 1913; and Ellwood Jennings, born July 7, 1915 all in Annis, Idaho. My parents were George Townsend Lufkin and Alice Ann Heaps. My grandparents were John Townsend Lufkin and Hannah Sabina Barron, and Thomas Heaps and Susannah Goldthorpe. I was blessed on February 5, 1912 by Edwin M. Carr. My parents experienced many hardships before they were able to permanently settle on a 40 acre tract of land in 1904, which they bought from a man by the name of Fisher. Much of the land was covered in Sagebrush and several sloughs, whose banks were covered with willows, bushes, and trees. Many, many days were spent clearing the land and Dad built a two room log house and that was their first home in Annis. I was born under very humble circumstances. Grace, Maxine, and I were all born in the log house or cabin. Mother mixed a paste made out of water and flour and used a big wide brush to brush it on the logs inside the cabin and then put up a material that resembled cheese cloth. They called it whitewash. We did not have paint at that time so mother used what they called Calcimine (a thin water paint for plastering) and she would brush it on the woodwork along the windows and floor. There was no such thing as wallpaper. She put curtains and blinds on the two windows and the house was partitioned off into two sections. We did not have indoor plumbing, so had to use an outhouse. We took baths in a tub with water brought from the well and heated on the stove. We had a deep open well just a little southeast of the log house. We drew the water up in a bucket, which was lowered down into the well and pulled up by a pulley fashioned from a heavy rope that looped over a wheel. Dad hallowed out a big tree and made a trough to obtain water for the house and to water the animals. Often times the well would freeze over in the winter, making it very difficult to obtain water. When I was 2 1/2 years old Dad bought a four room house that was down by the old school house by Uncle Frank, which had been part of the first school house in Annis. Dad had it moved on to the southeast corner of the farm. It had big windows, which were a chore to keep clean. It was in this four room house that Ryland and Ellwood were born. A hand pump was put in at the well, which was a welcome change for Mother. The log cabin was turned into a grainery and still stands on the north side of the property. They lived in the four room home until 1941. Then it was moved down on the slough back on the north side of Ryland's property. It was later destroyed. We raised a big garden. Mother also raised raspberries, red currants, gooseberries, dewberries, strawberries, cherries, pears, rhubarb, and horseradish. I helped Mother process the horseradish. We had a large orchard of apple trees in the area north of the log cabin and raised several different kinds of apples. I picked a lot of fruit. Mother canned anything that was food that could be put in a bottle. She was very desirous of having good food on the table. When I was six years old I started working in the beet field. All the kids started when they were six. Dad raised quite a few beets and potatoes and my first job was to cut potato sets to plant. Then after they were planted the beets were ready to thin again. I remember crawling on my hands and knees thinning the beets and grace would block them. Maxine would do one row and I another and Grace would do the blocking. We'd just get one acre done and have to start back over on the first acre. There were rows and rows of them. We spent many a days in the beet field. We fought a lot while weeding because of boredom and would drag along and throw dirt clods at each other and clown around. (Refer to the 1985 edition of the Lufkin Legends Book for more stories about working in the fields). Dad raised peas also and when they were ripe enough for them to thresh, they would have to cut them like they did the hay. We would run a mower and a rake. Ryland, Roy, Alice, Ellwood, and I were involved in the process. Roy would mow and the others would rake and pile. We had to do it fast because the mower would come around and we had to have the pea pile moved. I think that is when I hurt my back. I was around 16-18 years old and never had a chance to stay in the house. That is why I never learned to cook. When I was in the Primer class (Kindergarten) my teacher, Lucille Jenkins, would come up next to my desk and I would just tremble. I could not think. But after I started the 1st Grade I just took off and loved school and did well. We were in the Primer class for one year and then started 1st Grade. I attended school in the old Annis School which was torn down a few years back and which all of my children attended. They added two new rooms on to the school before I started Eighth Grade. I skipped the 3rd Grade so was only in school eight years instead of nine. I was good in spelling and loved to read. When I was in the Eighth Grade, every morning the teacher would have me stand up and read a story in front of the class and I was about the only one asked to read most of the time. I attributed it to having such a good phonics teacher. My 1st grade teacher was Bertha Wyble. I could figure words out quick. When I was in the 8th Grade and at that time there were three grades in a room and one teacher, Mr. Cheney. I was in a spelling bee against the whole school. It was narrowed down to me and Johnny Christiansen. Well, they gave him the word first to spell and he missed it and so then I knew I wasn't supposed to spell it the way he did and I spelled it right. Johnny was so determined to win but I had the advantage by not having to spell the word first. He had studied so hard and he cried. I spelled the whole school down and was pretty excited about it. I felt I really didn't deserve it. I did not like math but loved spelling and reading. I used to cut potato sets in the spring for planting. We didn't have things to sit on. The potatoes were next to us and we would reach for one and had a knife to cut them and then would drop them in a bucket. When the bucket was full we would dump them in a sack. Eventually we got boards with Mother's butcher knives and they were sticking up on the end of the board or plank and we would sit on the plank and slice the potatoes through the sharp knife. We cut the potatoes in quarters. Dad had a grinder to sharpen the hay knives that they used on the mower to cut the hay behind the team of horses. I had to help Dad sharpen the knives by turning the grinder with my hands so he could hold the knives up against the stone to sharpen them. There was a big long rod with these long knives on it. I worked my head off and had to stand. It was very tiring and he would say "Come on Norma". I just hated it. It seemed like it was always my job. The games I played as a kid were Hop Scotch, Ring Around the Rosey, Jump Rope and Softball or Baseball. I played Basketball in Mutual at the Church but I was not very good. I love to watch Basketball games on the T.V. and knew who a lot of the players were and about them. I really liked Larry Bird. I also followed the High School Games when relatives from Rigby were playing. We had to walk to school about 1 1/2 miles and it was a long ways. In the winter time we went in a school wagon and it had a canvas top on it to keep the weather out. Then when the snow got too deep they would put sleighs on the wagon. When there wasn't a school wagon, the kids that lived back in the brush, the Hall's , Geisler's, Scott's, and Merrill's would walk to the corner where Aunt Alice lived on the Menan-Lorenzo Highway and meet the kids coming from the other directions; the Campbell's, Walker's, Bybee's, Ellis's, and Lufkin's. We would all congregate on that corner and walk to school. We all carried a lunch bucket and then walk back home at night. When we would pass the old Rock Church, and before it was built on to there were holes under the bottom of the church and there were holes under the bottom of the Church and there were big, long ugly water snakes under there. The boys would chase the girls with these horrible snakes. The boys got a kick out of it. They were harmless but I just hated them. That is where I learned to run.

George LeRoy Lufkin and Alice Alzina Goody

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In the spring of 1902 George Townsend and Alice Ann Heaps Lufkin disposed of their little home in Escalante, Utah, and with their three children Verna, born July 26, 1897, George LeRoy, born July 29, 1899, later known as Roy and LaVar born July 22, 1901, departed from their home they loved so much. They spent several days traveling by horse and wagon and arrived in Logan at the home of George Washington Lufkin his great grandfather, where they spent several days resting and having a good visit. After saying their good-byes they continued on and soon crossed the Utah-Idaho State line and was then in the state which would be home to them. They stopped in Inkom to an Uncle Jake Barrons home for a few days and then on to Pocatello, and then on to Fort Hall Indian Reservation. They always remember about the deep sand in the ruts and how difficult it was to travel. An Uncle George E. Lufkin had acquired a farm in the small town of Shelley and was doing quite well financially. He needed help and asked Roy's father to work for him that summer of 1902. They were provided with a place to live and and pasture for their horses, he helped them in many other ways. Jobs were hard to find in that area, especially after fall harvest was completed. The next winter they spent in Taylorsville where Roys father worked. On December 6, 1902 another son John Henry was born and he later developed croup and just over night died on January 28, 1903. This was a tragic time for the entire Lufkin family. They buried the baby in the Taylorsville cemetery. When spring came they loaded their wagons and came north, looking for Rexburg. They camped overnight in Iona and then continued on and rented a place in Menan. In the early morning of December 3, 1903, a son Thomas Eugene was born. The spring of 1904 they were able to purchase eighty acres of ground from Oliver and Joseph Fisher. John T. Lufkin (grandfather of Roy) getting the north forty arces which is now where Alice lives and George T. getting the south forty acres. In the fall of 1904 they moved to Annis where they purchased more ground and the family made permanent residence. In the fall of 1915 they purchased one hundred and sixty acres of dry farm from H.J. "Hype" Fisher. This was located up on the bench from the Snake River directly over from Burns and Blacks Canyon on the Antelope Flats. During the years of farming the dry farms Verna and Roy spent their summers there. Their mother would spend time at home preparing food for them for the next couple of weeks and then their mother and some of the children would travel to dry farm and sometimes they would spend a couple or three days with Verna and Roy. This always for a pleasure for them to get away from home and come up there. Roy spent many days plowing, harrowing and getting ground ready to plant, sometimes changing work with some of their neighbors. In the fall they always helped neighbors to get threshing done as machinery was scarce and they worked long hours to complete the harvest. Roy drove four head of horses on an ironed tired wagon loaded with grain down to Ririe. The ruts on the road were really bad and included on this trip was a very bad dugway which was dangerous. Ruts were often filled with sand, mud or dirt and the heavy loads were hard for the horses to pull and the driver had to be alert and keep his horses going. This trip was made every day and a change of horses was made every day. Roy always loved and enjoyed horses and could get a lot of hard work out of them. This was quite a responsibility for a young boy. All the farming was done with horses as tractors had not come into the picture. Brushland had to be cleared, rose bushes, hawbrushes, cottonwood trees, willows and thick underbrush had to be taken off. He worked many days with horse drawn scraper that took a good man to operate. In later years heavy equipment was manufactured and several big bull dozers was brought in and soon all the land was leveled, new ditches were built and soon a productive farm was developed and they were living in a modern world. Roy was a hard worker and had a good understanding of irrigating. He took great pride in raising a good crop, he knew that flooding and leaving the water stand on the ground was not profitable. In the fall of 1920 Roy's father, George T. Lufkin, became interest in politics and was elected sheriff of Jefferson County and served six years. During this time Roy's mother stayed at home with the family. She took care of her garden, pigs and cows and tried to keep the family all in line. His father needed to be in town so he set up sleeping quarters at the sheriff's office and came home weekends and when ever necessary. They purchased the old "Warrington Bartlet" farm of 150 acres from Eli Campbell who had recently acquired it from Bartlets. With the home place this made them 230 acres of irrigated land. With Roy being the oldest son it naturally became his responsibility to oversee the operations of the farm. They had acquired a herd of cattle; they had been assigned a range right (an area extending from Mud Creek to what was called the "Dewey Archibald" fence, which was about three miles up the river from Blacks Canyon on the north side of the Snake river. This area took in Woods Canyon, Big and Little Burns and the famous Blacks Canyon and included the "Hole in the Rock" which can be seen for many miles from the west and south. It was the job of Gene to ride after the cattle and help Roy on the farm. About the summer of 1923 or 1924 it was decided that they should get out some corral poles from Burns Canyon. Jesse Riley, their uncle, needed some corral pole too and was included in the pole gathering venture. The forest ranger assigned them a stand of nice timber a mile or two up this canyon. So about July of that year Roy and Uncle Jesse got out about 300 nice poles and dragged them down to the river, about where Burns Creek emptied into Snake river. They used the front running gear of a wagon and would pull about forty or fifty poles to a trip. The road zig-zagged back and forth across Burns creek. The poles were about thirty feet long and with the butt ends sitting on the bolster and small ends dragging behind it was quite a trick getting them there. They had to wait a couple of months until the high water was down. When they got ready to bring them down to the ranch in Annis it was decided to build a raft and with the help of Gene, Uncle Quill and Roy they proceeded to build it out of the poles. They put the butt end of the poles on the forward end of the raft and overlapped them in the middle and wired them together making a raft about fifty feet long. They used approximately two hundred poles in the raft and left the rest there until they could get them later that fall. They assembled the raft in the water of a little black eddy about two feet deep, away from the main current of the river which was fast and wicked. Gene took the team and wagon and started for home when it was completed. Roy said that when they had everything ready and he said "Let her go" it wouldn't go! It was just too heavy and sort of lodged in against the river bank and they couldn't move it. It had kinda settled down in the mud. Not much was holding it but it had to be moved forward and it was not possible for them to do it by themselves. When they discovered that Gene had left for home with the team and was down the country several miles they needed a team to pull it forward. Now they were in a fix! They knew of a large team belonging to a man by the name of Stewart who lived down around Mud Creek about five or six miles and farmed up in one of those canyons. So they went down to see him. He brought his team up and hooked on to the upper end of the raft. Instead of driving the team from the raft he stood in front and took hold of their bridles and sort of led and coaxed the horses slowly. It was shallow where they were and they had to move it only a few feet and then it would go by itself. He gradually moved it away from the bank but they pulled it a little too far and Roy said the river current caught the upper end of the raft and the first thing they knew the raft--the team and Mr. Steward were all out in the river! The water was deep so the horses were swimming and Mr. Steward was holding on to the bridles for dear life! it was a very exciting and dangerous thing but the rear end of the raft kinda hooked into the bank and caused it to make a turn so it just kept coming around until it was headed down stream and drifted in so that it brought the team back to the back of the river. It was still moving slowly and some how they quickly got the team unhooked from the raft although it was still moving forward along the river bank. The raft meandered on down about three or four hundred yards and as it got near enough to the bank Roy grabbed the strong ancher wire attached to the rear end of the raft and got to the bank where he wrapped it around a sarvice barry bush. Roy said the wire just sung and he was afraid it wouldn't hold--but it did. It was a very dangerous and close call for the team and Mr. Stewart but as Roy repeated the story many times later he always recalled that when Mr. Stewart reached the bank he still had his pipe in his mouth. About a year or so later it was Mr. Stewarts hard luck to drown in the Snake river and they later found his body at the lower end of a riffle where it had been for about a month. Roy was alone on the raft during this time and Quill was on the bank. After the excitement was over and they got reorganized Mr. Stewart left for home--I imagine thankful to be alive. Quill was unable to swim and was always afraid of water. It was the next morning before Roy and Quill untied the raft and pushed on down the river. While building the raft sweeps were built in each end to guide it. Roy was on the front and Quill on the back. Roy used to laugh and tell about that experience. They seemed to have trouble communicating and when Roy would say "Move it to the left" it would mean that Quill should turn it to his right, he would often times turn it the wrong way or go a little too far. It all made for an exciting experience as they floated on down the river, skirting "Henry's Bathtub" which was a dangerous whirl pool near Henry Zippel's log cabin--Pat Thompson's Table Rock and the Rush Beds--over Anderson's Dam which was about two feet high (just enough to give them quite a thrill). They continued on down past the Big Feeder Headgates. A couple of miles west of Heise Hot Springs they came to a place where a canal takes out to the north west, they were doing quite well until they got there. They had intended to go on down the river and possible land at Lorenzo but as they came to where the big canal took out the current pulled them toward the canal and pushed them right upon the dividing bank between the canal and the river and there the raft sat heavy and lonesome for the next month or two. There was nothing much to do but leave it there for the present. Along in November Roy and Gene went up there with two wagons. The water was low so they could cross over to the raft from the south side. They tore the raft apart and loaded the poles on the wagons and brought them down home and stacked them in the yard. There was still a wagon load of poles left up at Burns Creek so in December Roy, Gene and Bill Lufkin went up to get them. They went up through Antelope and down to the Joe Fisher ranch where they could cross the river on a gravel bar and down about one mile to Burns Creek and the north side. They loaded the poles and came out the same way--up the Fisher Dugway and past their old dry farm, down through Antelope, Butlers Island, LaBelle and the home. The poles were used in building corrals and memories of the trip have long been remembered. This story is just one of many exciting experiences that Roy had. (Alice Alzina Goody) My Grandfather, Oliver Cowdrey Fisher was born at North Fork, Jasper, Illinois April 6, 2850 and walked across the plains. His mother died and was buried in a feather tick while coming across the plains coming to Utah. Grandmother Alice Angeline Richardson Fisher was born at Ogden, Weber County, Utah, April 7, 1860. They came to Idaho in the fall of 1877 and spent winter at Willow Creek and just before New Years of 1878 they came over to "Pooles Island". They were accompanied by Joseph Fisher a brother, and my great-grandfather Albert Ebenezer Richardson. There was no snow on the ground and they staked out three farms, hauled a few logs on each and burned the dry grass and plowed a couple of rounds around each as a protection against fire and thus started their future homes. On March 16, 1878 the families were moved over. They were the first settlers in Annis. My mother Alice Jane Fisher Goody was born at Salt River Valley, Lincoln, Wyoming April 5, 1882, My grandfather, Arthur Joseph Goodey, was born at Barking, Essex, England January 27, 1851. At the age of twelve along with his ten year old brother Alma, they were put on a ship and were sent to the United States of America, and lived with members of the LDS Church and as soon as more money was raised and other members of the family came to the USA. My Grandmother Julia Alzina Myler Goodey was born in Farmington, Davis, Utah, July 25, 1852. Her parents too were early converts to the LDS Church. My father, Frank Henry Goody was born at Clarkston, Cache, Utah, May 1, 1876. Alice Alzina Goody Lufkin was born in Lewisville, Jefferson, Idaho, on July 21, 1908. At the age of two her parents moved to Idaho Falls where her father worked at the Milner Flat, Anderson Brothers Bank, and at a picture show house tending furnaces and sweeping floors. They took a cow, chickens and a team of horses. Mother sold 16 quarts of milk for a dollar and she sold eggs for 15 cents a dozen. Dad used the horses to plow garden spots for people. After a couple of years they decided to sell their home and they bought a home in Lewisville and that was our happy home, it was a two story red brick house just across the street from the home of Doad and Gertie Casper (now the Ida Thomas home). We loved it in Lewisville and when we moved back my father had a farm and then helped others plant their crops, he worked for the sugar company, took active part in community always helped with the celebrations that were put on and was Mayor of Lewisville. They rented a couple of rooms to Nimrod Good and his wife (he was principle of Lewisville school) and then too they took other teachers to room and board. When I was in the 5th grade they rented their farm and March 19, 1919 moved to Rigby and rented a house until their new black rock house at 259 North Sate street was completed. Shortly after moving into our new home my mother was contacted by school trustees to see if she would be interested in boarding some school teachers. They could find rooms for sleeping quarters but wanted to find home cooking. Mother being an ambitious lady was eager for this opportunity. I well remember having as many as 8 to 10 teachers coming to our house for dinner and supper (now lunch and dinner). Most of them would have a hot plate to cook cereal and to heat a hot drink, and that would do for their breakfast and they would come to our house for their other meals. We soon learned to love the teachers and they have been a life long friends to our family. My mother,Alice Jane Fisher Goody, had often worked at the Smitham hospital in Rigby, doing nursing and often helped in the neighborhood sickness as often help was very scarce. The doctors often called on my mother to go with them in homes when babies were born and sometimes she stayed several days with the sick. Smitham sold their hospital and my mother started taking in women when they had a baby--soon she was operating quite a full time maternity home. In all the years she took in patients there was over 800 babies born there and there was one lady who died in child birth. My father, Frank Henry Goody, had continued to work for the county road department and was assistant road supervisor and January 1,1932 he entered LDS hospital in Idaho Falls. He was operated on and did not seem to be able to get over the operation. He passed away January 20, 1932. He was loved by everyone who knew him especially the youth as he would talk and encourage them to do what was right. I graduated from Rigby High School in May of 1925. In August 1925 I was appointed Jefferson County Stenographer. In those days there was a lot of "boot leg" cases and there was one murder case in the county. I had to take dictation in shorthand (no tapes or recordings) on numerous preliminary hearings, then type up the hearings and make copies (no copying machines) just plain old carbon copies, sometimes having to make 8 to 10 copies. My starting salary was $65.00 per month and I was happy to get that. When I was 15 I was sustained as assistant secretary and then at 16 I was sustained as Secretary of Rigby 1st Ward Sunday School and held that position until I was married and moved to Annis, and was again sustained as Secretary of Annis Sunday School and served three years. Roy and I were married January 20, 1927 at the home of my parents by Pres. John W. Hart who had performed the marriage of my parents on May 1, 1901. He was then Bishop and had been a life long friend of our family. Roy continued overseeing and farming with his father and brothers Ryland and Elwood. We had purchased the north twenty acres from his father and with the home place we decided it would be best to break away and let the younger brothers take over. We bought some milk cows and in short time we were raising and selling milk, chickens and eggs. Some years we purchased 600 to 1,000 baby pullets. They usually arrived about the 10th of March. We found we had plenty to do by taking care of what we had acquired, Roy worked some for the county roads just extra when there was sand to haul of some work he could get on bridges. Doyle LeRoy Lufkin, our only son was born December 12, 1930 at my mothers maturnity home in Rigby. He was his fathers shadow for several years, during that time he learned to take care of animals and to farm. Roy was a natural with animals and kids. He loved them and knew how to handle them both. He took great pride in his horses and was an excellent horseman. It was a great thrill to watch him step up on the tongue of the wagon loaded with beets, settle his horses and then when everything was just right, he would talk to them in a loud voice, and then these horses would dig down, bellies nearly to the ground and together they would heave and pull that huge load out of the deep mud and on the road. The love between driver and horse was deep and sincere. They trusted each other. Later when Doyle was about 12, Roy would turn the lines over to Doyle and down the road Doyle would go to the beet dump with a big load of beets. Doyle learned well from his father and they worked together on many projects. They had several teams that won prizes at the fair for being the best in showing and fitting and best in quality. They enjoyed being in parades and usually Roy turned the driving over to Doyle as he too was a capable driver. Alice LaPreal Lufkin was our only daughter born May 14, 1934 at my mothers maturnity home in Rigby. She too was a great joy and treasurer to our family. She took piano lessons several years; when she was 12 years old she had polio, she had 3 cousins who had polio at the same time. It was by her exercising her legs and arms (playing ball) that she over came polio. They attended Annis grade school, Doyle graduating from Midway and LaPreal graduated from Rigby as Midway burned down. They both loved to play baseball, basket ball. Doyle was active in Future Farmers of America; LaPreal played soft ball with Idaho Falls Rockettes several years. We all loved sports and supported our schools in everything. Roy was a trustee for Annis School district #49 for 3 terms. He was President YM/MIA. He spent time helping in other civic activities in the church. He helped haul the rock for addition on old Annis Church and help in some of building. (Note from typist: a whole line was lost due to copying) Roy was a conservative Republican and served many years as judge of election in Annis precinct. He loved to sing and he took part in plays and programs in the ward. Roy loved to read, give him a good book, history, and especially Reader's Digest, sports on Babe Ruth and many others, Doyle and Carma Kaye Dustin were married June 23, 1950 in the LDS Temple in Idaho Falls. In the fall of 1950 we decided to build a new home. Roy looked forward to having a modern home, he had never lived in a home with a bathroom. Just the old tin tub but we did have running water in the kitchen. Doyle had made a trip to Montana where he brought back a big load of lumber. The cement was in the garage to start to build. Lyle Peterson, a brother-in-law had consented to build the house. Arrangements had been made for moving the old house. The day we were to start on the house Roy was injured in an accident on September 27th and he passed away on October 3rd, 1950 in the LDS hospital in Idaho Falls. After Roys death Doyle farmed and took care of things and has always been such a big help. LaPreal has always been a big help, she could do almost anything that a man could do. We had our cows and chickens and we all worked together. October 8, 1951, I was appointed Treasurer of Jefferson County and held that position until 1979. LaPreal was married to Guy W. Hinckley August 20, 1952 in the LDS Temple in Idaho Falls, Idaho. They spent some time working for Mountain Bell living in Salt Lake City, Utah, Wyoming, and Arizona, later being transferred to Rigby area or district and they have their home in Annis. I was active in our church, teaching Sunday school, President and Counselor in the MIA, serving on the Stake MIA board for over twenty years; holding all the different offices in the Rigby Business and Professional Womens Club; I was Vice President of the Rigby Park and Rodeo Association and representing them in District meetings. I served all the offices in the State Treasurers Association and in 1962 went to Washington D.C. to County Officers Meeting. While there I went on to New York City to the worlds fair. I have served as Secretary and Treasurer of Jefferson County Republican Central Committee for over 30 years. Since retiring from office of Jefferson County Treasurer and Tax Collector I have enjoyed being retired. Have kept busy. Worked in the Spanish Extraction program in Menan Stake. I have enjoyed my nine grandchildren and 22 great grand children. I am very proud of them they are all ambitious. (I tell them work never hurt anyone.) I want them all to be proud of their names and to remember who they are.They have talents and develop them. Use them or they will lose them. (Originally typed up by Alice Alzina Goody Lufkin - date unknown) (Re-typed up by Ronda Kay Burke Mills to be put on Family Search April 21, 2014 for all to enjoy. I was given a copy of this life history by my Aunt Ava LaRue Burke Dennis whose mother is Norma Lufkin, George LeRoy Lufkins sister.)

Short History of George Townsend Lufkin and Alice Ann Heaps

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George Townsend Lufkin was born at Panaca,Lincoln, Nevada, on 2 June, 1876, the 2nd child and son of John Townsend Lufkin and Hannah Sabina Barron. His father's work, at that time, was hauling ore from Pioche to Bouillionville, Nevada. When George was one year old, the family moved to Washington, Utah, a little settlement about 5 miles northeast of St. George. Hannah's father, Alexander, had acquired a large ranch known as the Shivwitz/Parashant Ranch in what is known as the Arizona strip about 50 miles south of St. George. The family spent their time alternately between the ranch helping Alexander and Washington until George was seven years old (1877-1883). In the spring of 1883, the family sold out at Washington and moved to Salt Lake City to operate a ranch seven miles west of Salt Lake or as they called it, "Over Jordan". After operating the ranch for two years and following a lawsuit, his father became discouraged and moved the family back to Washington. By this time George T. was about nine years old and he and his Uncle Owen Barron drove about 30 head of horses from Salt Lake to Washington, a distance of about 300 miles, which was quite a big job. George at the age of seven had also helped drive the same herd of horses with his Uncle George Eastman Lufkin when they made the move from Washington to Salt Lake. The family lived in Washington for a couple of years and then they decided to move to Escalante, Utah instead of Arizona. They made this move in June 1887, when George was eleven years old. It was here that he grew to manhood and met and courted his future wife, Alice Ann Heaps. Alice Ann was born in a dug-out on 20 November, 1876, the first white baby girl born in Escalante. She was blessed 7 January, 1877 and baptized 2 July, 1885 bu Joseph Barney and confirmed by Edmund Davis the same day. George first saw Alice Ann, then eleven years old and her sister, Lillie during the summer of 1887 when the Lufkin family camped in Thomas Heaps yard. From a distance they caught each others eye through the window of the house and Alice remarked to her sister Lillie, "Do you see that black-eyed boy out there? Someday I'm going to marry him." George lived with his grandfather, George Washington Lufkin, in Salt lake City, and attended school there from September 1887 to the spring of 1888. He really missed Alice Ann however. The summer of 1889 George rode the cattle range with Lem Young. He broke horses to ride and rode them on the Escalante range, which was about 20 miles west of Escalante and running north and east about 50-60 miles. What schooling he got was completed there and he later herded sheep. He was considered by some of the older folks to be quite a rowdy young fellow but never got into any trouble except of a playful nature. He liked to sing and dance and in the evenings could generally be heard from one end of town to the other, so they said. Alice's father, Thomas, had made several trips to Idaho, and on one of these trips, in the spring of 1896, he took Alice along to do the cooking and hired George, who was then 20 years old, to help him drive the stock. The trip required about 30 days from Escalante to Rexburg, a distance of about 560 miles. They told of camping at Blackfoot on 24 July, 1896, and at Idaho Falls on the night of July 25th, at Adam Sauer's ranch in Grant on 26th July, and near the Lorenzo bridge on July 27th. They turned the cattle loose to graze near Pincock's springs and continued on to Victor, where they stayed for about three days. George and Alice Ann were sweethearts and engaged to be married. They remained in Rexburg until September. Thomas needed to stay with the cattle but George and Alice Ann wanted to return to Utah alone. So to prevent undue scandal they were married in Rexburg, Madison, Idaho on 22 September, 1896, with her father serving as a witness. They then left for Utah in their covered wagon and upon arriving in Logan, Utah, they went through the temple and were sealed for time and eternity on 30 September, 1896. Genealogy records show George was also baptized that same day. They returned to Escalante and herded sheep, worked on schoolhouse construction, carried the mail from Escalante to Panguitch on his two favorite horses, Roscoe and Yaller through all kinds of weather and nearly froze to death on one trip in the winter. He rode after stock for his father and other all over the many miles of cattle range around Escalante. There wasn't much to do in their spare time so he was a member of the town "whittlers". They rented a small house from Bill Hall and it was in this small house their first three children were born; Verna Mae was born in 1897, George LeRoy (Roy) in 1899 and LaVar in 1901. They were bother civic and church minded and participated in all community and ward activities. They both liked to sing and sang in the ward choir. They loved Escalante, but had seen the Snake River Valley in Idaho. In 1902 they left in a covered wagon traveling over the Escalante mountains. After 10 days they arrived in Logan at George's grandparents home, George Washington and Martha Ann Lufkin. They stayed a few days and then traveled on stopping to see relatives along the way. George's Uncle, George Eastman Lufkin, lived on a farm in Shelley, Idaho and when they stopped to see him he asked George to be his hired man for the summer of 1902. He provided them a place to live and pasture for their animals. George worked in the hay and potato fields and harvested grain in the fall. Jobs were hard to find in this area but George had become acquainted with many people and got a job in Taylorsville east of Shelley. On 6 December, 1902 another son was born to them named John Henry. He died six weeks later of pneumonia and was buried there. A couple months later they loaded their wagon and headed north again. They continued on to Menan, Idaho where they rented a small farm with a good brick house on it from a man by the name of Rube Scott. He operated this farm and worked for other farmers whenever work was available. Sometime during the fall of 1903, his father, John Townsend Lufkin, had sold out in Escalante, Utah. They too had decided that Idaho was the place to live. On 3 December, 1903 in the early morning hours, a son, Thomas Eugene (Gene) was born in Menan. It was on this same day that John T. and son George traveled to Idaho Falls with John and Ike Fisher in a white-topped buggy to close out the purchase of an 80 acre farm in Annis from the Fisher Brothers. George was to get the south forty acres and John T., his father the north forty, which already had a log house on it. George rented a house known as the "Gerard House", which was located 1/4 mile south of the farm. In the fall of 1904 they moved to Annis, which was 4 miles east. Much of the land was covered with sagebrush and several sloughs, whose banks were covered with willows, bushes and trees. They cleared a lot of trees and brush, then scraped and leveled the land and filled in some of the sloughs using Miskin scrappers pulled by a team of horses. Ditches had to be dug in order to irrigate the land. It was a lot of work and took several years to accomplish. They didn't actually move the family up to the farm. They lived in a large tent on the slough bank in the shade of some trees across the road from Jim and Maud Scott.. He hauled the logs down in a wagon from the Joe Fisher-Eli Campbell saw mill in Blacks Canyon crossing the Snake River on a ferry. The house was never divided into rooms. Alice Ann decorated the walls and ceiling with factory (fabric) cloth and lime. There was a cook stove in the southeast corner, and a window in the south end. There weren't any windows on the north side, but there was a window on the west side toward the north corner. Verna was eight years old, Roy was six and Gene was about 18 months old. Their son, LaVar at the age of four had died from drowning in June 1905 in the ditch that was across the street from the Gerard House. George also built a log barn and a small granary. The log house still stands on the farm today. (2014) Grace was born in the log cabin in April 1906 about a year after it was built. Maxine was born there in January 1909 and Norma was born there in March 1911. A midwife performed the deliveries. There was no electricity so they used an oil burning lantern with a wick for light in the house and also in the barn for miking. They didn't have indoor plumbing, so used an outhouse. They took baths in a galvanized tub with water brought from the well and heated on the stove. George farmed and with the help of all the children through the years they harvested beets, potatoes, and other crops. The kids did a lot of weeding in the fields. In the spring of 1911, shortly after Norma was born George and his brother, Frank, bought the old Annis school house from the school district. Frank took part of it and George moved his part to the farm. It took several horses to pull the heavy 'A' framed building the mile and one-quarter distance. It was placed in the southwest corner of the farm and after some remodeling they moved in. Alice Ann decorated the walls with pretty wallpaper and painted the woodwork to correspond. It wasn't modern but was quite a step up from the one room log house. On 7 May, 1913, a son, Ryland Townsend was born. This is the first time Alice Ann was attended for by a doctor. There were problems and doctor gave him up for dead laying him aside to attend to her but she wouldn't settle for that and she worked with him until he was revived. Another son, Ellwood Jennings, was born 7 June, 1915, which completed the family of ten. Alice Ann was a dedicated Latter-day Saint and served in many capacities, namely, Relief Society counselor for two years from 1905-1907 and then was President for ten years from 1907-1917. In April 1919 she was put in as a counselor again. She was a class teacher, visiting teacher and member of the choir. Alice Ann could sew real well and took a correspondence course and made clothes for burials or for the family of people who had died. She and others prepared them for burial because morticians had not taken over in this area. She sewed clothes for her children and also made quilts. She was very meticulous about her quilts. She was a wonderful cook and made homemade chicken with noodles, homemade bread and biscuits. She fed many people in her life time. She made wonderful butter. It was wrapped in paper with her name printed on the wrappers. She sold it to Broulin's grocery store to help buy groceries. She was a midwife for many years and delivered babies all hours of the night. She did her washing on a wash board. She milked the cows and did numerous tasks in a day. She rose early each day. She did a lot of canning and picked fruit from the apple orchards on the farm. She demanded good work from her girls and taught them how to clean, wash dishes and cook. Times were hard, George, with the help of some neighbors did a good job butchering or dressing out beef and pork. He and Alice Ann would cut up the meat and she would salt and cure the hams, side pork and shoulders. The waste fat was used to make soap. In the fall of 1915, George purchased 160 acres of dry farm land from Hype Fisher. It was located about Heise Hot Springs. A one room log house sat on it. The family all helped in the farm work and kept things going on the farm at Annis. In 1920 George decided to run for Jefferson County Sheriff and was elected under the Republican party. He was Sheriff from January 1921 to December 1926 (three terms). He wasn't around much those six years. Alice Ann had to keep things running on the farm as George lived in Rigby at the courthouse and would come home on weekends. He drove a Buick car as Sheriff. In the summer of 1923 George purchased the Warrington Bartlett place, which consisted of 150 acres. It was located across the Menan-Lorenzo highway on the east side north of the property he already owned. All the farming was done by horse drawn machinery as tractors were not yet in the picture. They raised peas on the Bartlett place and everyone who could were involved in the process. George also farmed wheat and oats. George loved to be pampered so Norma would on occasion pick his blackheads on his face and do a pedicure on his feet on Sundays. Alice Ann was not an affectionate woman and never said she loved her children but they knew she did. On 23 May, 1941 George purchased house #4 from the Utah-Idaho Sugar Company north of Rigby. It was moved to the Annis farm and sat on wooden stilts north of the school house while Jack Olsen, Beulah Scott's husband, built the concrete foundation to set it on. It was placed on the south side of the school house on 15 September, 1941. George bought the house for $700.00 at 6% interest rate. It had two bedrooms, bathroom, kitchen and living room. It had a large porch on the front and small windows. It was painted yellow with white trim. The old school house was later moved down on the bank of the slough north of Ryland's and was later destroyed. They lived in the factory house until their deaths. George's daughter, Norma and her husband Samuel LaMar, purchased the home in 1950 and lived there 48 years. They were both hard workers. Alice Ann got pneumonia about two years before she died and never fully recovered. Alice Ann died of a blood disease (anemia) which caused cancer of the spleen at the age of 68 on 28 July, 1945. George died of dropsy (Congestive Heart Failure) at the age of 72 on 19 May, 1949. They both died at their home in Annis and are buried in the Annis Little Butte Cemetery. They left a large posterity they can be very proud of. (This was originally taken from original histories written by their children, Gene, Norma and Maxine.) *Originally typed up by Ava LaRue Burke Dennis in August 2000 for the book "Thru the Years With Six Generations of Family Lufkin/Townsend/Heaps a History 1795-1953" *Re-Typed up and put on to Family Search on 19 April, 2014 by her niece, Ronda Kay Burke Mills for all to enjoy.

Letter from George Townsend Lufkin to his son, Thomas Eugene Lufkin on May 29, 1927 in Annis, Idaho

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Dear Son, Annis, May 29 - '27 I guess you think I have forgotten you but you know how hard it is for me to writ. Well, Gean, I guess you have been wondering how I am getting along with the work. Well, I am doing just fine, standing it fine. There isn't anything I don't do, although I have wished sometimes I could turn the job over to you. Ha-ha. We have had lots to do but have everything planted except the potatoes. It has stormed so much we had to lay off. We are planting 25 acres of spuds, 32 of peas, 36 of wheat, 9 acres of oats. We milk 7 cows, have 40 pigs to feed. Well, Gean, I am getting to be quite a cowboy; went out and got the cattle and drove them to the hills; rode 7 days; stood it fine; it stormed on us three days in the hills; I caught an awful cold but that slicker saved my neck. We lost 15 head of our cattle, 15 of Roy Ellis's in the Lava's, so will have to make another try. We have most of mine in the fields now. Everybody up to the hills asked about you. Kootch, the ranger, said, "If I did as well as you with the cattle, we would get along all right". I told him that I was the best rider in the hills; even to Jimsie. Ho-ho. He is a nice fellow. We had a flood while we were at Nels Johnson's place. It washed Thompsons out. We are sending seed up to them so they can replant. The water was 3 feet deep in Thompsons house. It did lots of damage. Ryland went with me to the hills; he rode Fan Tail and I rode Button. He is some horse. Roy Ellis said so. Oh, yes, Kootch told me to send his regards to you. Well, Gean, I guess this is enough gossip for this time. We are getting along alright. I am so glad that I am home. Sometimes I think the Lord takes care of us all. I don't want you to worry about home. I want you to make the most out of your mission. Acknowledge the hand of God in all things. Do that which he prompts you to do and you won't go wrong; life is but a span and the mistakes we make must be overcome, so don't make them. Mama is writing so I will close for this time. Will try not to wait so long to write next time. May God bless you in your labors and I know he will, and that is my desire. From your Father, George T. Lufkin P.S. from Mother Dad says he will sharpen his pencil before he writes again.

Life Story of Maxine Lufkin Hanni 1909-1990 written by Maxine Lufkin Hanni August 1983

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My birthplace was a one room log cabin on the family farm at Annis, Idaho. Born to George T. Lufkin and Alice Ann Heaps Lufkin the seventh of ten children. As related to me by my Mother, when I was only a few months old I contracted smallpox. The mortality rate was high from this disease, but I recovered without any ill effects. My Father administered to me and my parents had faith that I would recover. When I was about three and a half years old, my cousin, Byron Young, who lived a quarter of a mile north, came with his Father to our home. He was near my age and at that time we considered ourselves sweethearts. My Mother gave us each a slice of bread and jam and hand in hand we went on our way outside to play. There were other children playing the yard so we walked out to join them. As we neared the barn, the big sow, that had just given birth to a litter of pigs, ran toward us. She grabbed my hand that was holding the bread and drew blood. This excited her and she dragged me to the edge of a slough that ran along the south side of the yard. She decided that was the place to make the kill, so she let go of my hand and started chewing on my body. I was on an incline and started rolling, she tried to grab me in the middle. In the meantime, the screams of the other kids brought my Mother and Uncle Arthur Young running. He grabbed a club and beat the sow off. They took me to the house and bandaged my hand and it seems like they poured turpentine over it for disinfectant. I remember so well Mother setting me up to the table and fixing some tea and toast to settle my nerves. I was quite shaken up. Byron sat beside me and sympathized, which helped! I'm still carrying the scars. At age four we moved into a new home just a few yards south of the log house. It was part of the first school house built in Annis. The folks bought it from the school district, moved it onto their property and remodeled it. It was new to the family. We felt we had made a step up. A short time later my brother, Ryland, was born and for the first time, my Mother had a doctor in attendance (always before just a midwife). The following is a letter written to my brother, Eugene: Dear Gene: "I'm reminded of a couple of incidents concerning Dad and myself. I often think of his humor and fun making in his younger years, and reading that history brought to mind the following events that I'll relate to you. As you know, kids used to be sort of kept in line - to a degree - by that threat that the Devil would get us if we did wrong or didn't obey our parents, etc. He was described as being a ghastly figure with a stovepipe hat. Well, you remember that small three cornered piece of ground east of the yards and bordering the slough that ran through the yard. It grew tall weeds every summer. One fall evening when I was nine or ten years old, a spooky age, the weeds were especially tall, dried, and gray appearing, and as I tripped along the path from the barn to the house, I heard a noise in the weeds to my left. Looking in that direction, I discovered a stovepipe rising from the midst of that patch of weeds accompanied by weird sounds. I immediately identified it as Satan, and with my hair on end, I fairly leaped through the air reaching the house in nothing flat. Hardly waiting to open the door, I rushed inside breathless, pale, and wide-eyed, and related what had taken place. You can imagine how Mother reacted! It was funny to everyone but me! Dad had succeeded in frightening me and got a big laugh out of it, much to my chagrin! On one of those trips to the dry farm, (this time it being Dad, Norma and I, that were on the road) as I recall, we had gone down to the Valley for supplies and to check on what was going on at the home place. We girls considered it quite a lark as we didn't get to travel much. On our return, the road took up through Butler's Island where we stopped at noon to eat a campfire lunch and to rest the horses at the usual stopping place. Norma and I, although we were only about six and eight, helped spread out the food and get it ready to eat. I'll never forget how Dad tried to make us feel important by giving us a word of praise for our efforts. Continuing on our way, the next stop came at the Poplar General Store, owned by G.P. Firr. Dad let us go in with him. We were timid but curious, and that store looked to us as if it had everything in it. What pleased us most was the big sack of candy he bought to take along, and after he'd exchanged thoughts of the day with the storekeeper, we got on our way again. That sack of candy was of great interest to us girls, but Dad told us we'd have to get down on our hands and knees and lick on a block of stock salt that was on the floor of the wagon box. Each time we got a piece of candy, we were required to go through the same little act. It was quite a game which we all enjoyed. Soon the hills were appearing. It was a good view and a pleasant feeling. There was the steady rhythm of the horses' footsteps and the noises of the wagon reverberating against the mountain background. He sang several songs, but the one that impressed me most was "Hard Times Come Again No More". We reached Antelope and the dry farm about dusk, tired but filled with pleasant thoughts of the day. To two little girls of six and eight years, it was a great trip, a memorable one. Our Dad was the greatest! We had complete confidence in him." Love, Maxine From the time I was big enough to push the treadle on a sewing machine, I wanted to sew. Mom let me make doll dresses for experience. I observed her methods. Out of necessity, she made all us girls dresses, as well as her own. She was a very good teacher, very fussy and methodical: as pertaining to her dressmaking. When I was in the sixth grade (12 years old), and about two or three weeks before school started in the fall, Mother bought several pieces of material to make up, but before she could get started on her project, she received word that her Mother, Susannah Goldthorpe Heaps had died (August 1922). She immediately made preparations to go to Escalante, Utah, where Grandma Heaps lived. We girls received instructions prior to her leaving, as to how to take care of the house. I decided to make myself a dress, thinking it would be good to help out. My first attempt at that, but the results were pretty good. I wasn't sure whether I'd be praised or reprimanded, but I took that chance. It was a challenge. Well, Mother accepted it, therefore, I continued to make many of my own clothes. At about twelve or thirteen we walked to and from school when the weather was good and when we were turned loose at 4:00 p.m., my sister, Norma and I would race home to gather the eggs. Mom raised quite a few chickens and gathering eggs was something we enjoyed doing. We were always anxious to find out how many eggs the hens had produced each day. In my haste to get to the nests in the barn first, I jumped over the side of the manger and scraped my left leg down the inside on a large nail sticking out of the board, opening up a big gash in my leg. I didn't get to a doctor, Mother just disinfected it, put on a bandage and let it heal when it would. It was sore for a while, but that didn't stop my activities. My interest in sewing lead me to build some small quilting frames and so I proceeded to make me a doll quilt. Quilting seemed to be a fascinating art and after growing up, I helped Mother make many. We never made fancy ones, just everyday quilts that were plain and serviceable. My sisters, Grace and Norma, never took any interest in sewing until later, they were more the outdoors type. They loved to swim and they put me to shame because I was afraid of water. I don't know what caused it, but I've never been able to shake that fear. I built a little cupboard that Norma and I used in our playhouse while we herded cows' barefooted. We managed to play to take away the boredom. Sometimes we'd become so involved we'd forget the cows, then there was "heck to pay"! I don't remember what became of that little cupboard, but Norma tell me now that she became angry with me, carried it up on the beet dump that used to be on the farm and dropped it off. That took care of the cupboard. If I knew she was telling the truth, I'd get even with her yet (not really). Vengeance at this point wouldn't be very satisfying. My red hair was a source of aggravation. I associated freckles with it, and my face was plastered with those unsightly spots. Consequently, I detested the combination. When I was twelve years old, Dad was elected Sheriff of Jefferson County and in his travels over the area, he met up with someone that had a billy goat for sale and thinking his kids would enjoy having one, he made the purchase. Billy, as we called him, was a source of enjoyment as well as of chagrin. At times he was fun, other times, we wanted to kill him! I decided to train him to pull me on our hand sleigh. We didn't have a harness but I fashioned one out of scraps of some sort. The big problem was making a bit for the bridle. I figured that was the best way to control him. As a last resort I whittled a wooden one and spent a great deal of time shaping it. When it was completed, I harnessed the goat and put on his bridle, but before I could get organized to try him out, he'd chewed up the bit and there went the controls! I wasn't going to let him get away with that, so I led him for some distance down the road, then headed toward home, jumped on the sleigh and away we went. We headed for the open gate but he suddenly decided to go under the fence and I remained on the outside in the snow. Well, that was enough of that! I turned to our family horse called "Flax" (just had to have some means of traveling). So I built a toboggan for him to pull and I traveled all over Annis on it. I even peddled garden seeds and salve to earn some money. I recall some of the people who were kind to me. I felt sometimes they bought my wares just to help me out. I remember getting a set of dishes and a bedspread for Mother as premiums. At that time I received much satisfaction from salesmanship, because no one slammed a door in my face. I loved to ride horses. A neighbor girl, Annie Scott, wanted to ride a horse to her cousin, Effie Ellis' place. The had plans to go some place with the family. She asked me if I would go with her to Ellis' place and bring her horse back home. Of course, I jumped at the chance. The mare was a gentle work animal and I had no fear of her. A deep drain ditch had been made along the fence line from about where Grant Bybee lives to our big gate. A big pipe took that water under the road to the slough on the west side. There was a beaten path between the fence and the drain. That's where I chose to travel. The mare was walking slowing along this path when a cat leaped out of some bushes just ahead of us. It startled her and she took off running. She was so fat and round, my legs stuck out and no chance to cling to her sides, and pulling on the reins had no effect, so I just took a hold of her mane and hoped for the best. Mom happened to be outside and saw what was going on. She could only stand helplessly watching. As we passed by, I could see she had a look of terror. The mare had to jump the drain to get onto the road and when she landed some man, who saw what was happening, grabbed the reins and stopped her. I think it scared a year's growth out of me! Another time I went somewhere on a long-legged brown mare that Dad owned. On returning, when we reached the intersection where Alice lives, she became anxious to get home in a hurry. She started running. I had no control, therefore, gave up and held on to her mane for dear life. The big gate was open and she swirled in. I should have left her there, but I had a death grip on that mane. She headed for the open barn door and I ducked as we went through. Of course, she had to come to a dead stop and how I escaped going over head and landing against the back wall, I'll never know. I don't recall ever riding her again. One summer day when I was about thirteen, a group of us kids (boys and girls) decided to go for a horseback ride. We were short of horses, therefore, some of us had to double up. A boy (Alma Clark) and I shared the same horse. He rode behind so I was in control, but I lost it all of a sudden and we found ourselves on the ground. I landed on my back and he on his head, causing him to be "coo coo" for a time. It gave me such a jar I can feel it yet! The road was graveled and as hard as pavement. Prior to this incident, I spent much time riding horses, but that ended all desire to have anything to do with them. They seemed so big and powerful and could go berserk on occasion, if they became excited. This fear has stayed with me always and I worried a lot when my kids rode horses. Our closest neighbors were Jim and Maud Scott. They had two daughters, Annie, who was Gene's age and Beulah, was between Norma and I in years. They seemed like sisters, only we didn't fight with them. We had many happy times together. The folks had a Model "T" Ford and one Sunday afternoon they happened to be gone, probably left with someone else. Anyway, the Ford was sitting in the yard. I had a great desire to drive that thing. Since I'd lost my interest in horses, a mobile outfit was my next interest. I had observed how it was started. Cranking was the usual way, but I didn't have strength for that. There was another way, if one could get it on an incline and get it to rolling, the engine would start. Norma, Beulah and I were looking for some excitement.I told them if they'd help me get that thing started I'd take them for a ride. I had never driven a car and how they trusted me that far is beyond me. Anyway, we got it on a down hill slant and I got behind the wheel. They pushed and lo and behold the motor started! They jumped in and away we went down the road. I didn't know how I was going to turn around so I just kept going. We went around the north side of the Little Butte. When we got to Eli Campbell's place. I decided to try turning it around. I was traveling slowly so I took off down the gutter on the right, up on the road and into the gutter on the other side. The vehicle was still right side up and I was headed home. We made it back to the original landing and I turned the key in the ignition and the motor died. I don't remember the penalty, if there was one. In those days we had to make our own fun, so we used our imaginations. Another of my hair-raising experiences with horses happened when I was about fifteen. It was in the summer at hay hauling time. My brother, Roy, was the teamster, and was driving a foxy team hitched to a flatbed wagon. It had a frame work on the front to anchor the hay. We left Dad's place with all the help we could get, including Grandpa John T., Uncle Quill, and Aunt Maggie. I don't recall anyone else. Anyway, all except Roy were sitting around the edge of the rack dangling our feet. There were several pitchforks, (tools of our trade) lying in the center. We were headed down to Uncle Quill's place for a load of hay. He lived a short distance back of the Annis store. as we were passing Lyle Scott's place, a black and white Shetland pony ran out to the road, startling the horses and they took off running wildly. Uncle Quill jumped up to help Roy get them under control but Roy said "no, don't do it, the lines might break"! Well those horses pulled back their ears and ran as if to save their lives. They made it to the Little Butte. Roy guided them to the side a ways hoping it would settle them, but when they got turned around they started back running fast as ever. By the time they got near the Annis store, Roy had them under control. He stopped to let us off and get our bearings. That's where I discovered I'd lost my freckles! I was told that I was white as a ghost. That was a very frightening experience. We had nothing to cling to, just bounced around with the pitchforks on that flatbed, wondering about our fate. About the year 1925, Aunt Susie (Dad's sister) and her husband, Ed Derville, who lived in Idaho Falls, made occasional trips up to Annis to see the folks, during the warm sunny days, just to go for a drive. Uncle Ed was a pianist and played at a theater during the "silent films" days. The owner had to furnish his own music to fit the film. Uncle Ed was sort of interested in our family, thus he offered Dad a used a piano if he would transport it, an offer too good to pass up. I was anxious to learn to play, so when Fall came and I moved into Rigby to go to high school, I persuaded the folks to let me take lessons. Of course, I had to do all my practicing on week ends. I was very enthused about it, but after I'd taken six lessons, my music teacher moved away. She gave me some books to study and I took it from there. I never got another lesson, however, I learned enough by myself to play popular sheet music and church hymns, not proficiently, but well enough to entertain myself and the family. At times, all the man folk gathered around the piano and harmonized. Dad sang bass, Quill and Uncle Jess sang Tenor, while Roy and Gene filled in with the lead. Some of the favorites were, "Down by the Old Mill Stream", "I'll Take You Home Again Kathleen" and "Rock of Ages". Talk about a barber shop quartet! We had it! When I got married this all ended. I rarely got a chance to play after that. During my years in elementary school in Annis, I contracted most of the diseases that came along, like measles, chicken pox, and whooping cough. After my second year in high school at Rigby and soon after the term ended, I developed St. Vitis Dance. I was troubled all summer with that, but I started my Junior year in the fall and in the coming months, this malady turned into Rheumatic Fever, making life quite miserable for me. However, I managed to get by until the holidays, when I decided I'd have to quit school, at least temporarily, but I was afflicted with that problem for two years and didn't get back to school. This was a very depressing period in my life. I decided to try to earn some money. At that time picking peas was the only thing open, unless one had special training. I worked at that for part of two winters. I missed many days of work because of being too miserable to face the day, however, I was able to retain my job, despite the absenteeism. In the spring, when I was twenty, I got a chance to work at Big Springs Inn in the Island Park area. The Hanni's owned it, that's how I made connections. Sylvia is my Mother's Niece, so I was made part of the family. I saved my money and prepared to enter Henager's Business College in Salt Lake in the fall. After buying some clothes I had enough money to pay for three months of secretarial courses. The depression was on and when my money ran out I had to quit. My folks were having financial problems, trying to pay for a farm and money was very tight. Though I never got to complete my course, the experience was invaluable. The next spring I went back to Big Springs to work. The Hanni's second son, Dean and I fell in love and on September 1, 1931 his parents took us to Bozeman, Montana where we were married. I continued to work until the season ended, then his folks left for the winter, leaving Dean and I to take care of the Inn. We came down to the valley and bought a supply of groceries for the winter. Before we returned, my folks gave a reception in our honor. Mu brother, Roy and his wife Alice, had the party at their house. We received many nice gifts and the ones that are left I treasure very much. We returned to the Inn on the 10th of November and soon after, we were snowed in for the winter. That was a romantic setting. I loved the mountains, pines and seclusion. We spent our days skiing and driving the dogs by sled. Dean had nine of them and they were something to feed! I made many dog biscuits that winter. Bud Heaps stayed at the Inn too and the only other people within two miles were the Forest Ranger and his wife. It was two miles to the post office at Guild, Idaho. We went there by dog sled. There was always plenty to do, so we never got lonesome. In February Dean drove the dogs to Ashton to take part in the races on February 22nd. I came out with the mail carrier, who traveled by horse and a covered sled. It took two days to make the trip, requiring us to stop over one night at Last Chance Inn. After attending the races, we left the dogs at Ashton and drove his Dad's car, which was stored there, down to Annis. After staying with my folks for a few days, we drove back to Ashton. We left the car there and picked up the dogs. We headed for Big Springs by dog sled. I sat in the basket, while Dean stood on the back and mushed the dogs. We made it to the Railroad Ranch the first day and were able to stay there that night, then continued on to Big Springs the following day. That proved to be quite a lark. The dogs traveled so fast at times, I had to cover my face to keep from being hit by snowballs. After standing on the back of that sled for fifty miles, Dean was plenty tired, so were the dogs. Dean seemed so strong and able to take care of any situation, I had complete confidence in him. We were all glad to get back to the mountains and our little haven. In March of 1932, I discovered I was pregnant. I was happy about the prospects of having a little one. Dean was working for his Dad in the timber and we'd planned to remain there with his folks, but about May or June he and his Dad had a falling out, therefore, we couldn't stay there any longer. It was a real let down for me. Out of desperation I called my Dad and asked if we could stay with them for a while. He sent his truck with my brother, Ryland to move our belongings. There wasn't any available jobs, just an odd job or two, so Dean mostly helped on the farm, while I helped Mother in the house. They raised a big garden and we did a lot of canning. The depression was in full force, people had very little money. Dean worked in the hay for 10 cents an hour, ten hours a day. Another fellow came along and offered to work for 75 cents a day. That's how desperate conditions were. On December 8, 1932, a baby boy was born to us and we named him Val Dean. That winter was the coldest and worst on record in this area. The thermometer went down to fifty degrees below zero, splitting many shade trees and damaged fruit trees. Cars were unable to operate, so the only means of travel was by horses and sleighs, there was no equipment for opening roads, like we have today. The only entertainment was homemade. Groups of young married's would get together one night a week, play cards and have lunch. There were some real card sharks developed from these parties. Lots of fun was created with little cost. In the spring Dean got a chance to join the three C's (Civilian Conservation Corps), which was organized by President Franklin Delano Roosevelt, to take young men off the streets and give them a job, helping to clean up the forest and build roads. One couldn't buy a job, they were that scarce. Anyway, Dean went with them out to Salmon and that's where he was stationed for three months. The baby and I stayed with the folks while he was gone. Grandpa John T. Lufkin stayed with them too, part of the time and was like another woman around the house, helping my Mother in every way he could. He and I washed dishes together, also prepared apples and corn for drying, and many other chores. In so doing, we had pleasant conversations. He related many experiences that were most interesting. Grandpa Lufkin lived a rugged but clean life, adhering to the teachings of his religion, the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints. He was faced with many obstacles and reverses, but remained strong throughout his life. Being the only grandparent I was privileged to know, made him very special. When the CCC project was finished in the Salmon area, (it taking three months to complete), the camp was moved, but Dean came home to help with harvesting. When Val Dean was eleven months old (November 1933), Dean's Father asked him to come back to Big Springs, so we decided to move. It was a sad day for my folks and it brings tears to my eyes every time I think of it. My Dad and Mother had grown to love our little baby boy as their own, only to have him snatched away. My Dad just disappeared when it came time to say goodbye. Mother was tearful eyed, but tried to be brave. I shed tears for many miles, as it seemed so cruel in what we were having to do. During that winter, Val Dean developed a skin rash all over his head. When the first train came through to open the rail road from Ashton to West Yellowstone, I boarded it on the return trip to Big Springs and went down to see my folks. They took me and the baby to Rexburg to see a doctor, who diagnosed the condition as an allergy and prescribed treatment that cleared it up soon. I was able to spend a few days with my family before returning home. This was in April, the roads were dry and dusty, in contrast to three feet of snow at Big Springs. Dean missed us a lot and we were welcomed with open arms. Going back a bit: I am two years older than my sister Norma, but I felt much older. We did a lot of things together, however, sometimes she got in my way and I complained to Mother. I couldn't see why my younger sister had to be included in my group. It wasn't until we grew up that I learned to appreciate her, then we became real close. My sister, Grace, was three years older than I. I admired her clothes and looked forward to the day when I'd become big enough to wear her castoffs, sometimes I took over before I was entirely ready. She was quite a bit larger because of the age gap, so I got mighty impatient. I felt much bigger than Norma when I could wear Grace's clothes, which helped my ego. I'm ashamed now for my behavior toward my younger sister. Mother would tell of her devotion toward her sister, but that didn't phase me. I think it was natural behavior in that situation. At least I consoled myself with that. When I was married and had three kids, Norma was still single and had a good job with the telephone company. She helped me out a lot with clothes. When we lived at Big Springs, she came to see us and spent part of her vacation there. I was expecting a baby and I was big as a barrel. I didn't feel like going anywhere. Dean took Norma to a dance at Pond's Lodge. We only had one bed and she had to sleep with us that night. Of course, I was in the middle and what a night that was!! The following October (1934) our baby daughter, Georgia Maxine, was born. I returned to Annis and my folks, two weeks prior to her delivery at Mrs. Goody's Nursing Home in Rigby. When she was a month old, Dean came and got me and the babies and we moved to Ashton for the winter. In the course of the next few months, his folks sold the Inn, therefore, we didn't get to live there anymore. Dean went to work for the Bureau of Reclamation at Island Park on the Dam site. We moved up there in the early spring and lived in a tent most of the summer. We got a chance to buy a log cabin from one of the fellows that was being transferred. There were several families living in the group and the place was called "Hammerville", because there was a lot of building going on and we heard hammers pounding, early morning to late evening. That was a fun summer. In October 1936, a second son, William Forrest, was born. A bachelor neighbor took Dean and I to the hospital in St. Anthony. At about 5:00 a.m., we left for the hospital. Our friend drove eighty miles an hour as he didn't want to be in on the delivery! Dean later brought the other two kids down to Ashton to stay with his Mother until I was released. We had our baby blessed there in Ashton before we returned to Island Park. Tommy Murdock and his father performed the ceremony. They were our nearest neighbors in Ashton. There was a lot of hunting and fishing that went on that winter. I learned to cook and like wild meat and fish. We ate lots of ducks too. The next spring we bought our first car, a 34 model used blue Chevrolet. It seemed like a Cadillac to us. During the late summer of 1937, Dean decided to quit the Bureau and work for the contractor, Max J. Kuney Co. The pay was much better. When the Dam was complete we had to move, so we sold our log cabin to Mr. Pond and bought a "covered wagon" trailer home so we could follow the construction jobs. We moved around a great deal and enjoyed it until the kids became old enough to go to school, which posed a problem. We didn't want to drag them from one school to another. We decided to settle in Annis. We rented the house we are now living in. It belonged to William Conger. He had rented it our for many years, consequently, it had become badly run down. Due to this fact, he decided to sell it. We had the first option and we took it. That meant Dean had to work away from home a lot while I looked after the family. Incidently, when Beulah married, she and her husband, Jack, built a home just south of the Annis church and when Dean and I moved to Annis we became neighbors again. She had two sons and I had two boys and a daughter. Their ages were close enough that they could play together and she and I were able to renew our friendship. Dean worked for her husband in the construction business and she and I spent many happy hours together. When their youngest son was twenty one, Beulah gave birth a baby girl and named her Merri Ann. Soon afterwards they sold out and moved to Montana. We have corresponded through the years and still value our friendship. My activities in the church have been a strength to me. There have been periods in my life when I have been inactive, due to circumstances, but the contrast has been so great I wouldn't want to go through that again. Being active in church work is a learning experience. During the course of about thirty years, we did several remodeling jobs. Redoing the house completely, making it into a comfortable home. Dean improved the land and planted it to grass for pasture. When he wasn't using it, he rented it to others. The irrigating became such a problem, he decided to install a sprinkling system, which simplified matters. While the kids were growing up I served in the MIA, Sunday School, Primary and Relief Society. Also three years on the school lunch program committee. In 1949, we bought the stock in the little grocery store at Annis which was very close and with the help of the kids I operated it for four years. Georgia went away to college and then moved to Los Angeles. One by one the boys quit me, so we sold the store to my brother, Ryland and wife Belva. I wasn't satisfied to sit at home, therefore I went to work for the Deluxe Dry Cleaners altering clothes and pressing. I stayed with that for two years. In 1956 all the kids got married within three months and I was footloose again! My brother, Gene, was building and selling homes in Idaho Falls. He asked me if I'd like a job painting them, so I took on a new experience, which lasted for three years and seven houses. He then sold out and moved to Mesa, Arizona. That ended the painting except on a small scale. In 1961, a processing plant was built in Lewisville, Idaho. The following year I decided to apply for a job there. I went to work in February and stayed with it for twelve years. In 1970 Dean had to retire because of ill health. His condition worsened in the Fall of 1973 so I decided to quit my job and take care of him. He passed away November 17, 1975 and is buried at the Annis Little Butte Cemetery. I have been active in the Relief Society and during the few months that I was alone, I did a lot of meditating and I decided to see what I could do at writing poetry. Though it sounds amateurish, I got a kick out of trying: The Relief Society Presidency saw fit to give me an assignment to beautify the home, Of course, they didn't realize it would be much easier to give a history on Rome! Since I'm not trained to follow fashions or observe the latest trends, I searched through many magazines and sought counsel from my friends. Though by nature I'm an optimist, I failed to gain needed inspiration, I even called our home economist, but threw up my hands in total frustration! Now as I recall after countless hours of drumming on my head, Each room to have a sense of balance needs just a splash of red. This rule I've tried to follow in all the years of keeping house, And if I didn't impress any others, it surely pleased my spouse! My friend, Annie, contends to me, that anyone with half intelligence can create rhythm. But alas, some cases seem hopeless, as with a case like mine. But with patience and perseverance it might develop with time! I've given you some spiritual poem to strengthen your faith and trust, Some hints on helping nature develop beautiful plans to adorn our homes and gardens, which surely seems a must. For variety I gave advice on love and marriage to make us women realize there's no room for disparage. And to beautify the hands, a recipe for a special kind of cream. What some of us lack in beauty, we can realize in a dream! Now, my dear Sisters, if you appreciate my efforts, please indicate by a sign, I hope I rate an E for effort, for to me its been a struggle to make a rhythm! I lived alone for a few months, then my grandson, Rolan came to stay with me. The following January his brother, Reed joined us, because his Mother was moving from Rigby to Ammon to be closer to her work at Smith Clinic. He didn't want to change schools as he was to graduate in May. Its been good for me to have the boys here, no time for loneliness, we've helped each other. After graduating Reed found employment at Nalder's Auto Parts. He was with me for a year and a half. In the meantime he fell in love, became engaged and eventually got married to Melanie Taylor in the Idaho Falls Temple. He already had his trailer home set up and was on his own. He and Melanie have continued to live on Val's lot and just recently purchased it. They have plans to build a home. During the course of this time they've brought a son, Brodie and a daughter, Brianna into the world. Two little great-grandkids for me to love. Rolan continued to live with me and by and by Forrest joined us. After being here six years, Rolan decided to move to Boise to be near his sister Susan. At this time, August 1983, I have eight grandsons, two granddaughters, and six great grandchildren. What the future holds for me can be anybody's guess, but I hope I'll be able to stay around for a few more years. I decided I should state why I am here, instead of some place in England and who my progenitors are. My grandparents, Thomas and Susannah Goldthorpe Heaps migrated from England in 1863, hopefully for a better way of life and freedom to worship as they chose. They wanted to be partakers of the blessings to be received in the new religion they had accepted. Oppression was great at this time against the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints or the "Mormons", of which I am a member. I have a testimony of the truthfulness of this gospel through the inspired teachings of Joseph Smith, a true Prophet of the latter days. If this religion were lived as outlined, there is no greater philosophy to live by to attain happiness and well being. It has been a source of strength for me. I'm not sure I would be equal to the sacrifices made by my parents and grandparents, but I'm grateful for their strength and courage. I am thankful for my family and perhaps I should write a bit about each one. Val, the older son is a builder of roads. He doesn't have an engineering degree but is recognized for his ability in his field. He has worked for the same company for many years and serves as a superintendent on some projects. He is living in New Mexico at this time. He and his wife Carma, have three sons. Next in line is daughter, Georgia. She is a career woman and holds a very responsible job in the field of law, as the Executive Director of the Los Angeles Bar Association. She is the mother of two sons. Forrest has chosen to be a truck driver, which has given him a chance to do extensive traveling and an opportunity to see much of the United States, which he wouldn't have had otherwise. He is the father of five children; two daughters and three sons. I am very grateful for the assistance of Connie Hanni, my ex-daughter-in-law, in typing these many pages. She has been very helpful in arranging the material I have written. My sister, Norma and husband, LaMar Burke have given me pointers too, which I appreciate. I have done this with the thought in mind of encouraging others to do the same. Though one's life may not be exciting, it can be rewarding. Signed: Maxine Hanni Re-typed and edited by niece, LaRue Burke Dennis - January 2005 Here are some excerpts I added that were not covered fully in her life history from her life sketch given at her funeral by Charlie White, her niece June's husband, on October 20, 1990: She died at Eastern Idaho Regional Medical Center of complications following heart surgery. She was a wonderful homemaker. Her husband, Dean, passed away in November 1975. She had 10 grandchildren and 11 great-grandchildren. She was preceded in death by four brothers and two sisters. Her childhood summers were spent with the family on the dry farm located on the South Fork of the Snake River above Heise Hot Springs. She made quilts for her children and grandchildren. Even though she had some hair-raising experiences with animals she never got over her love for them. She called them "critters" and even though they increased her workload in the summer, she found pleasure in them and their individual personalities. She never ventured too far from home, as the cows or "critters" needed her attention and care. She was a wonderful cook and when you visited, her home was always immaculate and she always had cakes, cookies, or casseroles to serve. Her wants were simple yet she loved pretty things. Gifts from her family decorated her home. Her refrigerator was resplendent with homemade magnets, gifts from her grandchildren and great-grandchildren and Relief Society friends. She enjoyed her home, and visitors were always welcome. Her warm, cozy kitchen always had geraniums in the window. She was an avid reader in search of knowledge. She loved history and kept up on current events through one of her favorite publications, the Time magazine. If she heard or saw a word she didn't know the meaning of, she immediately looked it up in her dictionary and often incorporated it into her letter writing. She displayed pictures of her family around her home and was very proud of her family and their accomplishments. Her nieces and nephews kept her apprised of their families. She wrote many interesting and newsy letters to the ward missionaries. Calls from her three children and their families were the highlight of her day. Nieces and nephews from out of town called her frequently and loved to visit with her when they were in Annis. She loved attending the Lufkin family reunions and seeing extended family. Reed and Melanie visited Grandma often, and Melanie did her hair, took her to the doctor, and exchanged choice recipes with her. Grandsons popped in frequently to check on her and help where needed. Maxine took pride in her appearance and was particularly concerned when she felt her hair didn't look quite right. Her three children described their Mother as a totally selfless woman. She was genuine and didn't try to impress. She accepted people as they were. She had no tolerance for petty gossip and wouldn't participate in it. She felt it could be hurtful, and she didn't want to see anyone hurt by it. Her daughter-in-law, Carma, described her as the world's perfect Mother-in-law. Her religion was her salvation and mainstay. At her age it sustained and kept her a vital woman. She cared deeply for the people in the community and was always there to comfort the sick and provide a freshly baked casserole or lend a helping hand with quilting. She has been an inspiration to those who knew and loved her, and her passing has left a deep void in our lives. We will miss her dearly. Here are comments made by LaMar Burke at her services also: It is an honor to be asked to be a part of these services for a wonderful person like Maxine. We will miss her phone calls and the 3 little taps on the back door as she came often to visit. She would only stay a few minutes then say I must get back home and get busy. Like her Mother, she had to get up early and do something. It was a sin to waste time. She was more concerned about other people than herself. Always doing something nice for friends and neighbors. Grandchildren were often taken in when down on their luck. She tended our kids when we went on trips. One time she had just hung her wash on the line when our son Steve (a little guy) sprayed it with the hose. She scolded him a bit and he thought he had lost his last friend. The kids worked in the field a lot, but Maxine wasn't too strong so she usually helped her Mother in the house. She loved animals and especially horses. She did have a few mishaps but nothing serious. Maxine and Norma went to the dry farm with their Dad with team and wagon one time when they were six and eight years old. They stopped at Poplar store for candy. Their Dad made them lick the salt block for a piece of candy. They loved to hear their Father sing as they rode along. He had a deep bass voice. In the Annis choir he needed no help with the bass part. Maxine was forced to quit high school on account of illness. She worked for a lady in Idaho Falls, and with some of her money, paid for Norma's first permanent. She rode the bus to Idaho Falls for it. She worked at the Big Springs resort where she met and married Dean Hanni in 1931. They lived in a little log cabin and Dean worked in the timber. They commuted in winter by dog sled. They had 9 dogs. Dean drove the dogs in the races at Ashton. A friend named Deb Groom also had a dog team. Their life style was much like a chapter from Jack London's books. Dean joined the CC Camp in Salmon, so Maxine and baby Val spent the winter with Grandma and Grandp Lufkin. It was very hard on them when Maxine took the baby back to Island Park. They had learned to love young Val Dean so much. Dean helped build Island Park Reservoir and then went into construction, which moved them around a lot. They moved to Annis to put the kids in school. She was happy to settle down in her own home. They had pigs and calves and raised a garden. She took great pride in her yard and flowers, both inside and outside. She painted houses for her brother Gene who built new homes. She also got fishing worms with electric rods. She had a regular bunch to buy all the bait she could furnish. Gene and Zelpha moved a little trailer in by the house and spend some summers here. They took several nice fishing trips together. We were happy to go to Escalante with her and Norma and I with Steve and his son Sam. She really enjoyed seeing where her Mother was born in a dugout, the fist white girl born in Escalante. We also met relatives Alberta and Neal Liston, who showed us around the town and cemetery. Maxine worked with the school lunch program, also ran the Annis store fours years, then sold it to Ryland and Belva. She worked at Fresh Pak a long time, then at the cleaners in Rigby. The church was a great strength to her, she enjoyed studying and taking part in Sunday School class. She served in Primary, Relief Society and M.I.A. She enjoyed her Home and Visiting Teachers. She paid her tithing faithfully. She was a very private independent person. Had no time for gossip. May the children and grandchildren as well as all of us cherish the happy memories of a wonderful person. MAXINE LUFKIN HANNI Birth: January 27, 1909 - Annis, Fremont, Idaho, United States Death: October 17, 1990 - Idaho Falls, Idaho, United States Buried: Annis Little Butte Cemetery Married: Dean Lloyd Hanni - Bozeman, Montana, United States on September 1, 1931 Blessed: May 9, 1909 by George A. Browning Baptized: July 6, 1918 by Ansin Hatch in Rigby, Idaho, United States Confirmed: July 7, 1918 by E.M. Carr Father: George Townsend Lufkin Birthplace: Panaca, Lincoln, Nevada - June 2, 1876 Father's Death: May 19, 1949 - Annis, Jefferson, United States Buried: Annis Little Butte Cemetery Mother: Alice Ann Heaps Birthplace: Escalante, Garfield, Utah, United States - November 20, 1876 Mother's Death: July 28, 1945 - Annis, Jefferson, Idaho, United States Attended school at Annis Elementary from 1916 to 1924, Rigby High School from 1924 to 1927 and Henager's Business College in Salt Lake City, Utah in October, November, and December of 1930. Special appointments: President of Young Ladies MIA, September 1928 in Annis Ward. Appointed by Bishop Hugh Hall. Served as Primary Teacher for six years. Became Primary President September 1927, served for two years. Taught Sunday School for 3 years (11 and 12 year olds). Assisted in the Relief Society Literature lessons. Served as Visiting Teacher for many years and served as Singing Mother. BROTHERS AND SISTERS: Verna May, born July 26, 1897 - Escalante, Garfield, Utah, died October 15, 1957 - Married Alma Rose - May 6, 1918 - died July 16, 1975 George LeRoy, born July 29, 1899 - Escalante, Garfield, Utah, died October 3, 1950 - Married Alice Goody - January 20, 1929 - died May 25, 1994 LaVar, born July 22, 1901 - Escalante, Garfield, Utah - drowned at age 4 - June 26, 1905 John Henry, born December 6, 1902 - Taylorsville, Idaho - died Pneumonia age six weeks January 28, 1903 Thomas Eugene, born December 3, 1903 - Menan, Idaho, died August 6, 1993 - married Zelpha Alvina Ellis - May 26, 1929, died March 29, 1997 Grace, born April 16, 1906 - Annis, Idaho, died July 16, 1972 - married William L. Price - March 9, 1925, died February 14, 1974 Norma, born March 15, 1911 - Annis, Idaho, died August 19, 2004 - Married Samuel LaMar Burke - November 2nd, 1939, died December 17, 1993 Ryland Townsend, born May 7, 1913 - Annis, Idaho, died October 1, 1988 - married Belva Kinghorn - March 3, 1934, died January 22, 1982 Ellwood Jennings, born July 7, 1915 - Annis, Idaho, died September 30, 1994 - married Mary Wanda Scott- November 28, 1936, died November 14, 1998 ***re-typed by Ronda Kay Burke Mills, Granddaughter to Norma Lufkin Burke, sister to Maxine Lufkin Hanni in May 2014 on to Family Search for all to enjoy

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George T Lufkin was born in 1876
George T Lufkin was 7 years old when Krakatoa begins to erupt; the volcano explodes three months later, killing more than 36,000 people. Krakatoa, or Krakatau, is a volcanic island situated in the Sunda Strait between the islands of Java and Sumatra in the Indonesian province of Lampung. The name is also used for the surrounding island group comprising the remnants of a much larger island of three volcanic peaks which was obliterated in a cataclysmic 1883 eruption.
George T Lufkin was 17 years old when Electrical engineer Nikola Tesla gives the first public demonstration of radio in St. Louis, Missouri. Nikola Tesla was a Serbian American inventor, electrical engineer, mechanical engineer, physicist, and futurist who is best known for his contributions to the design of the modern alternating current (AC) electricity supply system.
George T Lufkin was 32 years old when Ford puts the Model T car on the market at a price of US$825. Ford Motor Company is an American multinational automaker headquartered in Dearborn, Michigan, a suburb of Detroit. It was founded by Henry Ford and incorporated on June 16, 1903. The company sells automobiles and commercial vehicles under the Ford brand and most luxury cars under the Lincoln brand. Ford also owns Brazilian SUV manufacturer Troller, an 8% stake in Aston Martin of the United Kingdom, and a 49% stake in Jiangling Motors of China. It also has joint-ventures in China, Taiwan, Thailand, Turkey, and Russia. The company is listed on the New York Stock Exchange and is controlled by the Ford family; they have minority ownership but the majority of the voting power.
George T Lufkin was 38 years old when Archduke Franz Ferdinand and his wife, Sophie, Duchess of Hohenberg, were assassinated by a Yugoslav nationalist named Gavrilo Princip in Sarajevo, sparking the outbreak of World War I. Archduke Franz Ferdinand, Archduke of Austria-Este was a member of the imperial Habsburg dynasty, and from 1896 until his death the heir presumptive (Thronfolger) to the Austro-Hungarian throne. His assassination in Sarajevo precipitated Austria-Hungary's declaration of war against Serbia, which in turn triggered a series of events that resulted in Austria-Hungary's allies and Serbia's declaring war on each other, starting World War I.
George T Lufkin was 53 years old when The New York Stock Exchange crashes in what will be called the Crash of '29 or "Black Tuesday", ending the Great Bull Market of the 1920s and beginning the Great Depression. The New York Stock Exchange, is an American stock exchange located at 11 Wall Street, Lower Manhattan, New York City, New York. It is by far the world's largest stock exchange by market capitalization of its listed companies at US$21.3 trillion as of June 2017. The average daily trading value was approximately US$169 billion in 2013. The NYSE trading floor is located at 11 Wall Street and is composed of 21 rooms used for the facilitation of trading. A fifth trading room, located at 30 Broad Street, was closed in February 2007. The main building and the 11 Wall Street building were designated National Historic Landmarks in 1978.
George T Lufkin was 54 years old when Great Depression: In a State of the Union message, U.S. President Herbert Hoover proposes a $150 million (equivalent to $2,197,000,000 in 2017) public works program to help generate jobs and stimulate the economy. The Great Depression was a severe worldwide economic depression that took place mostly during the 1930s, beginning in the United States. The timing of the Great Depression varied across nations; in most countries it started in 1929 and lasted until the late-1930s. It was the longest, deepest, and most widespread depression of the 20th century. In the 21st century, the Great Depression is commonly used as an example of how far the world's economy can decline.
George T Lufkin died in 1949 at the age of 73
Grave record for George T Lufkin (1876 - 1949), BillionGraves Record 306045 Rigby, Jefferson, Idaho, United States