Horace Fereday 1893-1972 Written by Maurice Fereday
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Horace Fereday Written by Maurice Fereday
At the request of Jeffrey Fereday, the oldest son of my oldest brother Russell, I will attempt to set down the facts and impressions as I recall of my father.
Data was from two existing records: A -The Daniel King Family History, 1983, by Jay Keith King
B - The Mormon Church Records composed by Martha Harrison (these records trace our history back to the 1700's)
Horace's Grandfather, Daniel King (1831-1912) was born in Maidston Kent, England. His childhood experience was largely un-recorded, but it can be assumed to have been harsh and on the edge of poverty. At the age of 19, he signed on as a sailor on the Barque "John Edwards". This ship sailed principally in the Atlantic with England as its home port.
Daniel finally left the ship, after being converted to the Mormon faith by a shipmate, William Baxter. Brother Baxter convinced him well. One dark night Daniel, kneeling at the bow of the ship, prayed and asked God if this was the true religion. Over the sound of the waves against the ship, the answer came a distinct and clear "YES". Then he came west on the Kincaid and Company wagon train. He arrived in Salt Lake City August 22, 1855.
After marrying Mary Green, another recent convert from England, they had one child in Salt Lake City and seven additional children after moving to Spanish Fork. Work was scarce. Mary cooked in a fireplace and I am not certain they had the luxury of wood floors or operable windows. In 1868 Daniel was able to sell some grain at $3.00 per bushel and from this income was able then to buy a real "Charter Oak" stove, build an adobe home with real wood floors, sash windows, and a shingle roof.
At the age of 41, Daniel felt he was "worthy" and with consent of the church elders and his wife, Mary, he married Margaret Thomas. This ensured his eternal blessings. This union was blessed with two more children. In September of 1888 Daniel was convicted of polygamy, fined $50.00 and spent 60 days in jail.
There is probably a lot of more interesting detail in this man's life but it's not on record. He died in 1912.
The third child of Daniel and Mary was Susan Emily (1858-1894). Susan Emily married John Francis Fereday in October 1875. These were the parents of Horace.
There was 8 Children born of this marriage and lived in 6 different towns during the 17 years together. Three of their children died at very young ages. Horace was the last child born in 1893. His father died the day before his birth. It was rumored that he committed suicide. His mother died 15 months after his birth.
Horace was then cared for by his grandmother, Mary Green King, who seemed to be very fond of him as he was of her. I had heard that she would wheel Horace downtown. in his baby buggy, long after he was able to walk and he finally rebelled, got out, and pushed the buggy by himself.
On August 24, 1903, he tried to wake her in the morning but found that she had died during the night. Horace was 10 years old at this time and had 3 sisters. Mary Elizabeth (27), Maude (19), and Martha (17). One brother, Roy (14).
He then went to live with Elizabeth (1870-1948) and John Finch. She was the 8th Daughter of Old Dan King. Aunt "Liz" had married John and moved onto the land that Daniel had first built his home. Uncle John had also acquired some 40 acres of good bottom" land on which he grew hay and sugar beets. He had also built a fine brick home. Two stories with modem baths and a good water heater in the kitchen stoves.
Uncle Jack was also very handy as a plumber and even a bricklayer. He taught Horace the plumbing trade at about the age of 20, Dad began his own business. His business card was light blue - Horace Fereday, Sanitary Engineer, Tel 68 Spanish Fork, Utah.
He married Laura Daniels from Payson Utah and then their first son, Maurice was born the next year (1915). He tried settling in Mt. Pleasant, Utah but that didn't seem to work out and he came back to Spanish Fork.
It wasn't long before he was contracting jobs over a wide territory. At one time, he had 7 schools in Utah, a bank in Elko, Nevada and a school in Carlin Nevada. This required a lot of traveling on almost primitive roads in a Dodge plumbing truck. Working during the day with little rest and driving at night. Truthfully, I have never seen a man who could work as hard and efficiently as he could. Every move counted and he had an uncanny sense of system and order. He would hire only one or two men to help with the work and they had to fulfill a high standard of productivity to stay. He took me on several jobs with him and it was an education to me. Although I formed some opinions toward a worker's ability that were difficult to deal with in the present world of Unions.
There were no tools to be had as we have today. He invented and built a pipe machine that would cut and thread any size pipe. I used that machine in my business for years and it was still being used by another contractor up to at least 1960. He also invented a system of 4-wheel brakes. He used a Washington D.C. lawyer and he claims the guy sold him out. In any event Nash came out with the same system the next year.
His business prospered during the 1920' s and we had a fine brick home with a full basement complete with a "Rumpus" room. This room had an oak floor for dancing. The house was heated with a vacuum vapor steam system. (now I know you don't know how that works and confidentially, I haven't seen one in a home since). Of course, we had two baths and a twocar garage.
On Sundays, we would drive over to Grandma's place in Payson. Grandpa Daniels was a professional photographer. He was still using the flash powder in the hand-held pan. During the summers, he would travel out into the small towns of southern Utah and ply his trade out of the covered wagon, which served as his portable dark room.
Mother was a very fine pianist and had studied with the best teachers in the valley. As a young girl, she had played the piano in the pit at the theatre for the silent movies. Douglas Fairbanks, Sr. Emil Jannings, tom Mix and Maurice Costello would not ever have been quite as good without her mood music.
She was the Ward accompanist and was kept busy with her music and family. In the year 1927, Dad built a six-unit apartment across the street from our home and we moved into one of the apartments. We had the first electric dishwasher in town, and this was something. Radios and Amos and Andy were the popular wonders of the period. Mother died February 28, 1929 from a minor tumor operation. She was only 33. All of Dad's dreams and hopes suddenly collapsed about him and he became very depressed. All the things he had worked so hard to attain had been lost; and he was left with 5 children to care for, Maurice (13), Russell (9), Harlan (8), Joy (6), and Lauray (4 weeks old). The year 1929 was also a problem for anyone in the building business and he was fortunate to get his work as a salesman for Mountain States Supply Co. out of Salt Lake City. His territory was in Idaho and so he was back on the road again. Dad hired a housekeeper, Bessie Jackson, from Spanish Fork and she stayed with us for most of two years. In 1930 we moved to Pocatello and stayed there for about 8 months. We then moved back to Salt Lake City and stayed with an "old couple", the Grays. The old lady was a typical old crony-Scotch and very ornery. She even made her retired husband sit in front of the furnace door to have his evening smoke. Dad came home once found Harlan outside waiting for the damned kitchen floor to dry and that was when we moved again.
Soon we were building a new home in the same district on Michigan Ave.
1932 -We were introduced to our new stepmother, Maxine. Dad had met her in Pocatello. She was the supervising head nurse at the General Hospital. She became the district nurse for Metropolitan Life and was giving little "Health Talks" on the local radio, but, it was found that she was not really Maxine, or had she graduated from nursing school. She had swiped the credentials from someone else and was traveling under an alias. Well, that was disappointing!!
Dad left the sales job and did some contracting again, traveling into Nevada to some of his contracts but that didn't work too well, so he moved the family back to Pocatello and started "Harlans". I was not privy to his financial affairs but I am certain that by this time money was a problem. He prudently moved into what was an old abandoned warehouse and almost single handedly built the business from scratch. Again, he worked like there was no tomorrow. He was so determined and so afraid of failure that nobody was going to stop him.
He had founded "Harlans" in 1934. His background in the business and his personality helped him progress in this effort. However, it seemed that he lost his enthusiasm for this venture due to the various Government regulations and the problems of rationing during the war; and so by 1946 or '47 he became interested in first, two pinto ponies, then a 2 acre farm out south of Pocatello, then a 1000 acre ranch near Lava Hot Springs, the purchasing of Big Creek, building homes and "Lardo' s" in McCall, and finally moving to and building a home in Apache Junction.
Each of these moves above has some story, but I was not at home during most of time from 1933 and forward.
He married Evelyn Meyers in 1939. He had built a fine home in Pocatello and his new bride seemed to be very compatible.
Horace was an individual. He had come into this world under very difficult conditions and had struggled for every advance he made. Consequently, I think he felt himself to be superior because he had stood the test and he then took the position of telling the others to go take a hike for he was entitled to do whatever struck his damned fancy. He disliked conformity and displayed this wherever he could find an audience, and reveled in the act of doing so.
He was an embarrassment to some of his children at times but, at this point I wish I could recall those moments and sit down with him (this is if I could have found him in a sober moment) and had a long chat with him. It was not his practice to talk with us on matters that concerned our mutual welfare. I think he suffered from an inferiority complex resulting from his educational background and lack of solid family attachment.
Finally, Horace Fereday was "one of a kind" in many ways. He lived a very productive life and left a rich heritage; The Fereday Family.
Written by Maurice Fereday (1915-19??)