Ida Vilate Freestone

28 Aug 1909 - 12 Nov 1996

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Ida Vilate Freestone

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610 S State St
Provo, Utah, Utah
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Ella May Nott

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Ella May Nott Ella May Nott was born in Fruita, Mesa, Colorado June 7th 1897. The second daughter of Julian Bostwick Nott and Martha Vilate Bateman. Ella’s oldest sister, Cornelia Elva Nott, was born April 1st 1896. Julian Nott operated a country store in Rangely, Colorado at the same time that the parents of Martha Vilate, Joseph Hyrum Bateman and Sylvia Amelia Glazier, ran a boarding house. Julian Nott was from Watertown, Jefferson, New York and was a few months older than Martha Vilate’s mother. They went to Vernal, Uintah, Utah to be married. Martha was only 15 years old, but said on the marriage certificate that she was 18. They were married April 13, 1895. Julian Nott was 36 years old. They lived in Rangely, Colorado for about a year. They then moved to Fruita, Colorado where Cornelia and Ella May were born. When Ella was a year old the family moved to Vernal, Utah. When Ella was 15 months old her father died December 14th 1898. He was buried in Vernal by the W.O.W. Lodge that he belonged to. Martha’s third child, Sylvia Jane Nott was born September 27th, 1898 in Vernal. The following October Martha moved with her three little daughters to Glenwood Springs, Colorado. She lived with her Father-in-law, Christopher Columbus Nott and his brother Silas. She was just 18 years old. While she was in Glenwood Springs she accepted a marriage proposal from John Packer from Vernal. He went to Glenwood Springs with a horse and buggy to pick up Martha and the girls. They were married March 2nd 1900 in Glenwood Springs. They moved back to Vernal and lived in a house that John had built on an acre of ground near the Seely farm in Ashley Ward. Two boys were born to John and Martha. They were Clarence Elmer Packer born in Vernal on October 22, 1899. and John Nathan Packer born also in Vernal on April 19th 1902. In April of 1904 Martha and John were divorced. Martha now had five children under the age of 8. She was just 24 years old. On June 4th 1906 she married Docerus Elium (Happy) Crouse in Venal, Utah. Ella was 9 years old at the time. They lived in the little house near the Seely farm for a year. Then in June 1907 the family moved to Dragon, Utah. In January 1911 the family moved back to Vernal. They lived with Martha’s brother Joe and his wife. When Ella was 14 they moved into a two room log house with a dirt roof. When they lived in Dragon Ella and Cornelia had to work very hard. Happy Crouse made a yolk from wood that fit across the girls shoulders with a bucket on each end. The girls had to haul water up hill a great distance so their mother could wash clothes for the miners. Ella and Cornelia had to wear boys heavy clothes and had to wash dishes in a restaurant from a young age. By this time Martha and Docerus Crouse had four children. William Henry Crouse born March 26th 1907 at Dragon, Utah. Franklin Devere Crouse born April 5th 1908 at Vernal. Ida Vilate Crouse born August 28th 1909 at Dragon. On March 30th 1911 Twins were born to Martha and Docerus. But one of the twins died soon after birth. The other Hattie Lucile Crouse brought the total in the family to nine children. On August 19th Cornelia married James Hayes. Two more children were born to this family. Raymond Delos Crouse born March 28th 1913 at Vernal and Daniel Elium Crouse born about 1915 at Vernal. Ella married Edward Paul Gray March 2nd, 1914. She was just 16 years old. Edward and Ella lived in Vernal. Their first child, Bessie Evelyn Gray was born December 8th 1914. Their second child, Russell Edward Gray was born February 26th 1917. When Russell was about 15 months the family homesteaded on the flat between a town called Maeser and the coal mine that Edward operated with his father, George Gray. Edward built a little log house on the ground and cleared the sagebrush. The family had a garden. At the coal mine Ella cooked for up to 20 men three times a day. In the spring of 1919 the family moved back to Vernal. On May 31st 1919 their third child, Elda May was born. In June 1923 Edward and Ella sold their home in Vernal. They had to take their first child, Bessie to a lower climate because Bessie had Rheumatic fever. The family went from Vernal to Provo, Utah by stage. The stage was a big car. They went to San Bernardino, California. While in San Bernardino Edward Gray and Ella’s half brother Elmer Packer got as job loading lumber on railroad cars. There was a fire in the lumberyard and Edward and Elmer were wrapped in wet blankets with hoses standing on top of the lumber to keep it from burning. Ella and the family got up on the roof and watched the fire. Another experience happened while in San Bernardino. Six weeks after arriving an earthquake shook the house. Elmer was in the pantry eating bread and honey. He came out with honey all over himself. The honey jar spilled on him during the earthquake. Elmer Packer and his wife Esther were married while in San Bernardino. Shortly after this event the family packed up and moved to Oakland. Edward built rails on the car. The family put their clothes under the seats and packed the groceries on the running boards. On the way the family stopped and played on the beach. They stayed with George and Priscilla Gray, Edward’s parents. From Oakland the family moved to El Cerito, California. They lived in a little two room house on a hill across from San Francisco. On a clear day they could see a Big Ben Clock. While there the children had Mumps and Red Measles. Russell and Elda had Chicken Pox and Diptheria. Ella and Edward had their hands full with three sick children. Between September 1923 and June 1924 the children received six week of school. The family moved back to Vernal, Utah in the summer of 1924. It was a long hard trip. One day they had eleven flat tires. At Winnemucca, Nevada they had to put new brakes on the car. At Elko, they saw monkeys. None of the family had ever seen monkeys before. Ella took great delight in her children. So it was with much anticipation that another child arrived on November 26th 1926. The delight was short lived however as Irvin Julian Gray died on November 23rd 1926. Irvin died of Pneumonia. Ella’s grief was deep and it wasn’t until another child was on the way that she began to get over the loss of Irvin. George R. Was born August 29th 1928 at Vernal. He was blessed in the new Vernal First Ward Chapel. In 1930 when George was just 16 months old he burned his hand on the stove and it developed into blood poisoning. He started having convulsions. A neighbor Mrs. Will Mott was with Ella when this happened. Russell was sent to get the elders. While he was gone George was put in a hot mustard bath. Russell got Mr. Gurr and Mr. Whitbeck to come and administer to George, Just as they got there George started another round of convulsions. George was administered to and settled down to a peaceful sleep. He recovered rapidly. That was and still is a Great Testimony to the family on the power of the healing by the laying on of hands. More children were to come to Ella and Edward. Berle Gene Gray was born December 22nd 1934 in Vernal then on January 24th 1937 another son was born. Sadly he only lived a short time. He died the same day he was born and was not named. Their oldest daughter, Bessie, married Arthur Ancil Masters June 15th, 1940 at Salt lake City. Their oldest son, Russell married September 11th 1940 to Laura Bartlett also at Salt Lake City. Then on December 4th 1940 their second daughter Elda married Edison Ricord. Also in Salt Lake City. The family moved to Salt Lake City, Utah in November 1942 during Thanksgiving vacation. The home they eventually moved to and purchased was located at 566 South 9th East. Their family was now down to two sons, George age 12, and Gene age 6. George was married to Marion Sheppard September 15th 1950. Gene was married to Betty Jean Peterson September 4th 1964. Their oldest son Russell Gray died January 26th 1970 in Springville, Utah. He was buried in Springville. Edward and Ella continued to live on 9th East until shortly before the death of their son, Russell. Prior to that time Edward Paul Gray and Ella May moved into a nursing home as their health was such that they could not easily take care of themselves. Edward Paul Gray died July 8th 1970. Ella Gray died March 6th 1974. Both Edward Paul and Ella May Gray were buried in Vernal with their two infant sons who had preceded them in death. Adapted from histories written by Bessie Evelyn Gray Masters. and Hattie L. Crouse Warby by Ed Masters

Martha Vilate Bateman

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Martha Vilate Bateman On the 3rd of July 1940 in Vernal I asked my mother to tell me some of the events of her life that she could remember which I could write which might be of some interest to her children and grandchildren. She did and I wrote a few things in a little blue book. Afterwards I made a copy of it and gave it to other members of my family and several of them have it now. However, I am again going to endeavor to write it again and try to add a few things besides what is in that little blue notebook and I hope I can get the facts straight and accurate. Martha Vilate Bateman, daughter of Joseph Hyrum Bateman and Sylvia Amelia Glazier, was born 12 May 1879 in Richmond, Cache, Utah. Her brother Joseph Hyrum Jr. who was older than herself, her sister Sarah Elizabeth who was just younger than herself were also born there. Her sister, Margaret Amelia who was only three years or so when she died was born in Preston, Idaho. Her next sister Bertha Armida was born in Rangely, Colorado. She lived only two years. The next child a boy, Bertie Le Roy, was born in Vernal. He lived only about three years. The youngest child Myrtle May was born in Rio-Blanco county, Colorado in a small place called White River. She lived until 1933. This place called White River was not a town. It is not on the Colorado map. This information I have taken from Church Records. From my father’s history which was written by my brother Frank. He said White River was a stop-over for the stage going to Dragon from Vernal and was a big white farm house. There may have also been other houses there too. In fact from a Colorado Gazetteer in the Genealogical Library in Salt Lake City it says that White River was a Post Village in Rio-Blanco County on the Colorado Midland Railway. I hope this is correct. Mama said that the family left Richmond in the winter of 1881 when her little sister Millie (Margaret) was a baby. Now this baby was born in Preston, Idaho. My mother did not say when or why they had gone to Idaho then back to Richmond. I do wish I knew more about these things. I regret that I did not ask mama about them. She said she could not remember just where her folks were planning to go but for some reason they got lost and ended up in Ashley Valley. Incidentally, grandpa Bateman as well as others in those days moved from one place to another looking for work or a better place to live. They did not own land and homes, most of them, and had very little of earthly possessions. Just a team and wagon right up until the last few years of his life. Anyway Mama said that when they left Richmond that they traveled with “Uncle” Den Winn along with his sons Dennis, John, James and Frank. Now I do not know if these sons were married at this time. (Explanation – In the Winn records which I have I find that James Nephi Winn was born in Salt Lake and his wife Angeline Thomas was born in Lehi, Utah. They were married in Vernal in 1875 but their first three children were born in Preston, Idaho. So no doubt these families were all traveling together.) A few years later Grandpa and Grandma Bateman took their family and moved to Lily Park Colorado. In the Colorado Gazetteer in the Genealogical Library in Salt Lake City I found that Lily Park is a valley in Routt county Colorado north of Yampa river and east of Snake River. The county seat is in Steamboat Springs. They lived there for about five years. The little daughter Bertha Armida was born during this time though the records show that she was born in Rangely, Colorado which is in Rio Blanco county. While they lived in Lily Park Grandpa used to haul freight with his team and wagon. From Lily Park to Rawlings, Wyoming. He spent a lot of his time in this profession. He used to haul freight from Salt lake City to Vernal and other places. This I remember. My mother said the first schooling she got was in Vernal. School was held in the old Stake house which was located just east of where the post office is now in Vernal. It was a pioneer custom to hold school as well as most all important meetings in the local church house. Her teacher was Mrs. Rich. Charles and Joe Rich’s mother. She said books were scarce and they used slates for some time. Later they used pencils and paper. Also she said she only went as far as the fifth grade. That year they lived in Wellington, Utah, which is about six miles or so from Price. They lived in Wellington for a few years. They went to Vernal to spend the Christmas Holidays and did not go back to Wellington to live. At this time she was about thirteen years old. Grandpa went to Wyoming and did not say where he was going. Grandma thought he had gone to Wellington to get their earthly possessions which they had left there. He stayed in Wyoming about six weeks. Now I guess we will never know exactly what were his reasons for going away and not saying why or where he was going. But it was some human reason and may not have been serious. Grandmother was pregnant and they were staying with relatives and friends and no doubt there was some kind of friction. Grandma Bateman was staying with Alonzo Mc Carroll and his family. Mama’s sister Sarah was staying with Elias and Nancy Winn. Mom was staying with John and Lottie Winn. She could not remember where uncle Joe was staying. When Grandpa returned he and Grandma continued to stay with the Mc Carroll’s until after the baby was born. Mama said the baby was stillborn. Though there is no record of it on the family’s records that I am aware of. The family moved to a house on what is now 500 East in Vernal across the street from Curtis Hadlock and his wife Edith. They used to call them uncle Curt and aunt Edie when I was a little girl. She was an invalid who spent her day time in a wheel chair. Mama used to go and rub Aunt Edie’s legs and feet. I remember Aunt Edie when I was a little girl. Of her being in a wheel chair and how white her skin was. It was as white as human flesh could be. No doubt it was from the years she spent in the house away from the sunshine. While they were there Grandma Bateman took in students and taught them ‘reading’ ‘ritin’ and ‘rithmatic’. She did not have a diploma or license of even any authority except that she wanted to. No doubt she had a fair education. And in those days that was enough authority. Mama said that Grandma was real proud of herself. Mama, her brother Joe and sister Sarah were among the students. Mama said they had a lot of fun and good times. I can not help but wonder why she did not also teach Grandpa to read and write. He was completely illiterate. He said that he had to heard cows when he was a boy and couldn’t go to school. But in those days schooling was more difficult than in later years. In July of 1893 they moved to Rangely, Colorado to find work. Mama was fourteen years old at this time. Grandma Bateman ran a boarding house there was a country store which was managed by a man managed Julian Nott. I imagine the Bateman family used to buy groceries and etc. from the store. And maybe Mr. Nott ate at the boarding house. Though he probably had his own place of residence. Anyway be that as it may Mr. Nott no doubt found mother pleasing to the eye and desirable as a wife. They formed a friendship which ended in marriage. Mr. Nott was a few months older than Grandma Bateman. Mama was fifteen years old at the time of her marriage, 13 April 1895. She turned sixteen about one month later. They went to Vernal to be married. The county seat in Rio-Blanco is Meeker which is east of Rangely. Why they went to Vernal instead of Meeker we will probably never know. Maybe the distance was shorter of the roads better to Vernal. When I found the marriage license and marriage certificate in the Harold B. Lee library at BYU I wondered why mama’s parents were not witnesses at her marriage but since Grandma was running a boarding house in Rangely no doubt they could not leave it. I also wondered why they listed their residence as Rio-Blanco County Colorado. I did not know when I found this, that they were living in Colorado. Mama listed her age as eighteen years. She must have been quite mature for her age. Though she was not tall. About five feet two inches. She was shorter than me. Mama and Julian Bostwick Nott lived in Rangely for about one year. From there they moved to Fruita, Colorado where their first two daughters were born. Cornelia and Ella. When Ella was about one year old they moved back to Vernal. Grandma and Grandpa Bateman along with mama’s sister Sarah and her new Husband, James Ellifritz, went to Fruita to visit them and they all went back to Vernal. The youngest daughter, Sylvia, was born shortly before Julian Bostwick Nott died. I found the news Item in the old Vernal Express at BYU library about his passing away. The funeral was held in the old Stake House where mama went to school. The following October mama took the three little girls and went to Glenwood Springs, Colorado where they lived with the girls grandfather Christopher Columbus Nott. Commonly called Major. I do not know if he had been a military man or not. He had a brother Silas who also lived with him. While she was living there she received a letter from John Packer in Vernal asking her to marry him. She wrote back and accepted his marriage proposal. He went out with his team and wagon, or buggy and got them. They were married there in Glenwood Springs. It is the county seat of Garfield county. They lived in Ashley Ward in a house John built. It was on an acre of land near the farm of a Mr. Seeley. Several years later Mama sold the acre of land, minus the house, to Mr. Seeley. Mama’s first son, Clarence Elmer, was born 22 October 1900. A Mrs. Elmer took care of her. I imagine she was a mid-wife. Mama liked her so much that she named her son Elmer in her honor. On the 19th of April 1902 John Nathan was born. Mama always spoke of him as Johnny, which was what we always called him, though we did not know him. The only time I saw Johnny was in his casket after he died the 24th of November 1930. I found the vernal Express news item on the film at BYU. I have a copy of it in my records. He, Johnny had been living in Salt Lake City and was working at the Lincoln Hotel. He was to have been married in January but he got pneumonia and died. His remains were taken to Vernal and buried beside his father. In 1904 Mama divorced John, but he got custody of Johnny. Mama said she did not see him much after that. Mr. Packer died the 10th of April 1906 of Pneumonia which was the result of a coal mine accident or explosion which occurred the 27th of February six weeks before he died. The coal mine was his own which he called the BLUEBELL COAL MINE. He was making a new entrance into the mine and was using giant powder to blast the earth away. He was using a drill which had been tempered. That means the drill had been heated. Mr. Packer thought it had cooled, but it had not cooled enough. It was hot enough to set off the cap which caused the two sticks of giant powder to explode, knocking him backwards about ten feet. His face was skinned and his left hand badly injured. Also his clothes were torn badly. There was a man working for him who bound up his injured hand then took him to town. As they had to travel with team and wagon it was a slow drive, two or three hours. The article in the old Vernal Express which I found in the library at BYU said his external wounds had healed but there were internal injuries which the doctor was unable to do anything about. Now days a person could be flown from Vernal to Salt Lake in less time than it took to get him from the coal mine into town and the internal injuries could have been detected and treated and the pneumonia could have been prevented. And if medical science had been as far advanced in 1930 as it is today, when Johnny got pneumonia, he to could have been saved. But I guess it was to be as it was. Johnny was about twenty months old when mama got her divorce from John. He was almost four years old when his dad died. He then lived with Elias and Nancy Winn. Nancy was John senior’s aunt. Johnny went to school at old Ashley school where Clyde and Norene went. I don’t know if Johnny went to high school but I rather imagine he did because at the time of his death he was working at the Lincoln Hotel in Salt Lake City as a Clerk. I imagine that would require at least a High school education. I am sure that Johnny was active in Church. He was an elder and was planning a temple marriage. His untimely death prevented that. I am sure that by now or long before he has found his Eternal companion. I do not know if it would have been the girl he was engaged to in 1930. If not then someone else. He has been in the spirit world for almost fifty years. His farther has been there for eighty six years and I can believe that they are both very active teaching the Gospel. To go on with mama’s story: In April of 1905 while she was still living in the house which John built for her on the Seeley farm she met my father. Docerus Elium Crouse. Everyone called him Dorry. I guess that was what his family called him. Just as most families shorten the names of some of their children. Though after he became a father he was so happy that he acquired the nickname Happy Crouse. And he liked that. He had been married before but his first wife would not bear children. Mama said that Dad had got acquainted with a man named Joe Dobson who sometimes boarded at Grandma Bateman’s house. And I guess my dad went there to eat when he was in the neighborhood. Dad had a door to door salesman’s business. He sold hats, ribbons, etc. My dad told me this. He said he sold Grandma a hat for Aunt Myrtle. No doubt he took part of his pay in the form of home cooked meals. Mama’s house was just a short distance from the house which Grandpa and Grandma Bateman lived in. Though it was not their own home. From the way mama talked she must have spent quite a lot of her time at Grandma’s house. Anyway that was where she met my dad. Dad’s history has a more complete version of this account. On the 4th of June 1906 they were married at the court house in Vernal. I found the original marriage license and marriage certificate in the old Uintah county records at the Harold B. Lee library at BYU. The same book that mama’s and Mr. Nott’s marriage record is in. they continued to live in mama’s house for a few months. On the 26th of March 1907 their first son William Henry was born. Then in June they moved out to Dragon. He died the 26th of June from Pneumonia and they took his little body back to Vernal where dad was buried in the Venal Cemetery. Franklin DeVere was born the 5th of April 1908 in Dragon. Sixteen months later on the 28th of August Ida Vilate was born. In January of 1911 the family moved back to Vernal. From mama’s account they moved in with uncle Joe and Aunt Emily Bateman and their infant daughter Louisa, for a short time until they got a house just west of there. Both of these houses were little dirt roofed log houses. Two rooms. I can remember both of these houses. I and my still born twin brother were born in this house. There was also a dirt roofed two room log house like these two across the street where we also lived later on. This house is where Daniel Elium was born 15th of August 1915. and Ramond Deloss was born in a similar house by the grist mill on north Vernal Avenue. He was born 28th March 1913. two years before Dan was born. These houses were typical pioneer houses. The one where Dan was born we always called ‘the old house.’ When the family was living in the house where I was born Ella came down with small pox. The three girls had been to a dance up on Brush Creek to some ranch where they were exposed to them. All of the family, or the children had them except me. I was a tiny breast fed baby and so was immune. Later we moved to the house where Ray was born, then to the ‘old house’ where Dan was born. I cannot remember the complete details but when we were living at the ‘old house’ Cornie and Ella were married. I think Sylvia was living and working for a family named Karren, out in Ashley ward. Dad wanted mama to go back to Dragon but she would not. She obtained a divorce from him the 8th of December 1915 and he went back to Dragon. Dad said he cold not make a living in Vernal though he did try. I know, I have heard his side of this. Though I can imagine what it must have been like living in Dragon, a mining town where almost everyone lived in tents and no Church or very much to make life desirable. So I don’t blame mama for not wanting to go back. It was just a very unhappy situation. Who knows why it had to be so?? Maybe someday we will know. I think Elmer was living with Grandpa and Grandma Bateman at this time. I cannot remember much about Elmer when I was young. So after mama got the divorce she was alone again with a family to support, five Crouse kids. Again she spent some time helping Grandma Bateman wash clothes for people. A lot of the time or some of it she would leave us alone at home and we got into a lot of mischief. Not distructful mischief, just childish things. But that is a story of it’s own. I think most of us have written these things in our personal histories. Most of it goes in Frank’s history. Then on the 2nd of November she married LeRoy Teancum Kempton. He was always just Roy to us. We continued moving around from one log house to another. Not too long after they were married we went up to a little brush creek where Cornie and Monty Hayes were living on some ones farm. I do not remember just how long we stayed there but I do remember when we went back to Vernal. It must have been in the spring because it was raining and when we got into the valley the wagon got stuck in the mud. We were miserable and wet. I remember that we were rescued by Charles Hardy who took us to where ever it was that we went. He had a two horse buggy with a top over it. Not closed in but a top anyway. In the summer of 1919 we were living in Curtis Hadlock’s pasture in tents. While we were there dad went to Vernal and took Frank back with him, where he lived for the next four years. After dad got married the third time Frank went back to Vernal and lived with us until he was about sixteen years old. We moved from Hadlock’s pasture to another one just west of Hadlock’s and stayed there a short time. From there we moved out by Ashley creek and lived there in the tents. One on one side of the road and the other on the other side. One was the kitchen and the other one was the bedroom. We were just like Gypsies. Then sometime in September or October we moved into a house!! Out in Ashley Ward. The house belonged to A R. Timothy. It was about where the Lee Soward’s farm house is now. That was where we were living when Vera was born 22 Oct 1919. Then a few months later we moved to another house about two or three city blocks from the first one. While we were there the roof caught on fire. I can remember seeing mama throw water with a bucket up on the fire. It was probably caused from the hot stove pipe which was through the roof. Some of us kids ran to the neighbors, or it may have been the man who owned the house. He came and put the fire out. They, or we got the water from a ditch. We always lived by a ditch of running water. From there we moved further west in Ashley Ward to Milo Hadlock’s ranch where Aunt Myrtle and Uncle Warren Kempton were living. We lived in a back room. While we were living there mama had an awful sore throat. I have always wondered if it was diphtheria. Though none of the rest of us got it. She was really sick. There was a thick white coating on her throat. I can remember that. She lost so much weight that she could wear Grandma’s clothes. Grandma’s normal weight was about one hundred pounds. I think from there we moved to Maeser in a small two room house though not a dirt roofed one which belonged to Andrew Vernon. It was across the street and a little to the south of the old Maeser school. We were there when school was going but Ida and I did not go. I guess we didn’t want to or we probably did not have decent clothes. By the way we did go to school while we were living in the Timothy houses in Ashley Ward and also while we were at Milo Hadlock’s place. From Andrew Vernon’s place we moved to one which belonged to his brother William (Bill) Vernon which was about a mile or so south of the Maeser store, on the same street. I don’t remember how long we lived there, probably not very long. I think from there we moved to town. There used to be two little houses about one and a half blocks west of town on the south side of the street just west of the Walker Bank or where the bank is now. Though it used to be the Gipson Hotel. They were owned by Doctor Harvey Coe Hullinger who lived to be 102 years old. One was a dirt roofed house and the other one was a frame house with shingles on the roof. We lived in both of these houses at different times. There three houses on main street that we lived in also but I don’t remember just when. One was about half way between first and second west on the south side of the street. It was built right up to the sidewalk – it was almost directly in front of the two Hullinger houses – it was a real old western false front place, There was another one between first and second west which also had a false front and was built right up to the sidewalk. There was another house just west of this one which we were living in which had a flat roof. There was a stairway leading to the roof where we used to play. It was after World War I but memories of it were still in our mind. Frank found a piece of iron pipe which he used for a war weapon of a sort. He took it to the roof and laid it on the ledge which was high enough that he had to put his hands on it then jump to pull himself up so he could see over it. He did just that and as he pulled himself up he pushed the pipe over the side. Ida was standing on the ground directly under it and it came hurtling down and hit her in the head. It knocked her unconscious and scared us all. We thought she was dead. I can remember seeing her lying there on the ground and how scared I was. Frank says that the neighbors brought her ice cream cones and really pampered her for a while. The houses with the false fronts were torn down and replaced with modern buildings. Vernal was a real old west town when we were kids. We also lived in a house across from Central School. We were living there when Frank came back from Dragon the first time. He and Ida and I and Ray and Dan all went to Central School. There were also two dirt roofed log houses on what is now 500 north and about 700 or 800 east where we lived. I think we lived in the one furthest to the west when Frank was in Dragon. It was west of Archie and Maggie Weeks’ house. When we lived in this one we used to go to the Weeks’ and get skim milk to make gravy with. Mama used to make “Mormon Gravy”. A lot of our meals were bread and gravy. The bread was nearly always baking powder biscuits. Sometimes the gravy was just water gravy made by browning the flour and using plain water which is not bad at all. Then after the Weeks’ family moved to California to live, we lived in their house. But before we moved there we lived in one on 500 East and about 300 North. It was owned by W.W. Lewis who was the town Jeweler. He was also a trader of a sort. I think we were living there when Frank went away with some mattress makers, the Wise Brothers, William and Elmer. Though Frank was also with us when we lived at the Weeks house. I do know though that we moved from the Weeks house to a big one on first east and about third north. It belonged to Loren Hatch. It had four rooms. We shut up the two back ones because it took too much fuel to heat it all and we only had one stove, the cook stove. We lived there for several years. Or Mama and Roy and Vera did. Ida and I both got married at this time and Ray and Dan left shortly after. A few years later Roy got a building lot across from the Hospital and put up a tent on a frame with a floor also. They lived in this for a while. The Hospital was not there when they first moved there but it was built after they had their house built. Roy traded around for material and had a small two room house built. They were quite comfortable there for a while. Then Frank paid Ashton Brothers to build on a small bedroom and a bathroom. This was HOME for them after thirty or more years moving around from one place to another and it was their last earthly home. The last few years Ida and I would go and help mama with the cleaning, or do it for her. Vera got married and moved to Salt Lake for several years so mama and Roy were alone for that time. Vera was there the last year or so both before mama passed away and she lived with Roy until he died. Then she lived in the house until the Catholic Priest bought the place and had the house torn down. Mama bought an electric range there at this house, also she got an electric washer. And it was close to town for her to go shopping when she needed to go or wanted to. She fell and injured one knee which caused her to walk stiff legged the last few years of her life. Mama was a fairly good cook. She could make excellent hot rolls. She did not make them as most cooks do. She did not use eggs, shortening and milk. She just made regular bread dough. “Light Dough” we always called it. She would make a large enough batch of dough so she could use a small amount for a pan of biscuits. She did not roll the dough out and cut it with a biscuit cutter, instead she would pinch off small bits of dough and put them in a regular baking pan. We always called the pan a “dripper.” She would put the bits of dough close together so that instead of spreading out, they just raised up, so the rolls or biscuits were about two and a half inches thick, or more. But they were always so light and fluffy and when spread with butter-not margarine - they were delicious, mmm good! She also used to make flour mush, which I imagine her mother taught her and which she taught her daughters. Though I don’t know if any of her daughters except me ever made it. But I do. I like flour mush. Mama was like Grandma Bateman about her laundry. All white clothes had to be scrubbed on the wash board then boiled in a boiler full of suds on the stove. Sometimes in the summertime they would make a fire outside and set a tub on rocks with a fire under the tub to boil the clothes. Then the clothes were rubbed again then rinsed in two tubs of clear water. The colored clothes were rubbed through then rinsed twice also. No clothes were hung out until they were their cleanest. White clothes that did not look as white as they wanted them to were left out to bleach in the sun for a day or two. In Franks history of dad and mama he said that dad bought mama a hand washing machine. One with a big flywheel and a stick which had to be pulled back and forth which kept the wheel going round and round in the suds. Also there would have been a hand wringer to wring the water from the clothes. I can remember that grandma had one similar to this which had an electric motor to run it. She used it to wash the clothes through one water then boiled the white ones and rubbed the white and colored ones through a second wash, then two rinses. Mama had a regular conventional washer but she used to boil the white ones all through a second suds then rinse twice. She never used an automatic washer but I used to take her laundry to a Laundromat the last few months of her life. She liked music and had some musical talent. She could play a harmonica or we called them mouth harps or mouth organs. She could sing fairly well too. The last year I was home I worked at the Gipson Hotel and for part of my pay I got a portable Victorola. It was a wind up kind and it used needles which had to be changed each time, or should have been changed each time, though we would use them several times and even sharpened them. This was not very good for the records. They were not made of the durable material that records are made of now. I am sure that when she was young she liked to dance. Waltz, two-step, square dances and Virginia reel and others. She liked the fishing trips we used to take in the summer time. Most of the time we went to brush creek and although mama had most of the work to do, cooking the fish Roy caught, sometimes cooking baking powder bread in the frying pan and other food all on a camp fire, she enjoyed it all. She was always overweight. Her normal weight was two hundred pounds until the last year or so then she lost a lot of weight. When she got down where she had to stay in bed I used to go down and take care of her. I lived in Maeser. Finally we took her to the Idlewilde rest home. And now I will copy from another little blue note boo which I kept as a journal in which I kept a record of some of the things that took place while she was in this rest home. It was started Sunday April 29th 1962. and goes thus: Bill, Sybil, Cherl, Rod and I went to Salt Lake to see Aaron off on his mission to Scotland. Mama was at Idlewilde where she had been for about six weeks of so. Her condition grew worse each day. I had spent a lot of time with her. Ella had gone out from her home in Salt Lake City to see mama. She was staying with Sylvia. Sylvia lived on south Vernal Avenue. I worried about leaving mama to go to Salt lake but I felt that I had an obligation to Aaron and we did want to see him again as he would be gone for two years. So I kept a prayer in my heart that she would not pass away before we returned home. I was 5 AM on Monday when we did get back home after being awake all night we were all sleepy. We all went to bed and about two hours later the phone rang. It was Sylvia. It was about 8 AM Sylvia said that mama had had a bad day Sunday. So I got up and went down and got Sylvia and Ella and we went down to see mama. She knew us and talked a little. She kept saying, “I’ve got to get up. I’ve got to get up.” And she would push the covers back like she was going to get up. Then she said “I’m so tired.” And I’m sure that she was. We just stayed little while. The doctor had been down to see her. In fact he had given her a shot of something which moved a lot of water which was accumulating in her chest. Sylvia said the doctor said that he did not think she would live through Sunday night but she did and all day Monday and Monday night. Tuesday morning Bill and I went down about 8:30 o 9:00 O clock. We could see that in would not be long. She was having difficulty breathing. We could hear fluid rattling in her throat. Roy had gone down earlier to and only stayed a short time. He said when he heard those “death rattles” he knew that she would not live very long. Leafy Moore, Sylvia’s sister in law, took Sylvia and Ella down. They stayed until about 9:30. but Leafy had to leave so Sylvia and Ella went with her. The nurse had laid her with her head at the foot of the bed. I stood there and held her hand. She passed away about 10: 0 clock. She did not struggle or make a sound. I have always been glad that Bill and I were there with her. A few more thoughts: she never did knit of do any kind of fancy work. But she could sew both by hand and on the sewing machine. She used to make clothes for us kids and sew on patches that were very neat. She used to cut out her own patterns which were very good. She taught her daughters to do these things too as well as to make bread, do ironing and all house work. When we used to live in town, when we were kids, we would go to the library which was on main street and get books which mama would read to us. I remember there were books about twins in different countries which we liked especially. In the late 1920’s Frank was in the Navy. He sent mama money to have her teeth pulled. She had pyorrhea which caused her misery. She never did get dentures though. Neither she or Roy. They ate without teeth for the last few years of their lives. Ida and I went to the dentist office with her. Dr. Loyd Shimmin puller her teeth. Mama was not very religious. Though I am sure she knew The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints is the true church. She did not know the Gospel very well. I am quite sure that she never read the scriptures. Well, she has been in the spirit world for more than eighteen years. I hope by now she does understand the Gospel better than she did. Written by Hattie L. Crouse Warby. 1980

Grandpa & Grandma Bateman

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Grandpa & Grandma Bateman The first thing I can recollect about Grandpa and Grandma Bateman was at a ranch on Brush Creek near the Brush Creek Cave. The year must have been 1914 or 1915. It was during the warm part of the year, probably during July or August. We (mother, Sylvia, Elmer, Me, Ida, Hattie and baby brother Ray) went up to Brush Creek on a double bed wagon, pulled by grandpa’s big black team of spirited horses. Grandpa always had fat, sleek spirited horses to my recollection. When we went to bed after we got to the ranch, Elmer, Ida, Hattie, and I slept in the same bed, two at the head. (I think Elmer and I at the head and Ida and Hattie at the foot. I remember I liked for Ida to tickle the bottom of my feet. Grandpa Bateman always got up early. Every morning, he was up at 5 O’clock, rain, shine, summer or winter. He always started the fire in the kitchen stove which was always shiny black, usually made that way by grandma using stove black and a big black brush, then he would go out and take care of his horses, pigs, chickens, and other livestock. In the mean time grandma and all the older folks at the ranch would get up and start preparing breakfast, which usually consisted of, with a little variance, hot biscuits (sometimes pancakes), plenty of home churned butter, jam, jelly, eggs, potatoes, thick milk gravy, some kind of meat (salt side, deer, beef, etc.) and plenty of milk for everyone who liked milk. Always us kids drank milk. Most of the time in addition to all the food mentioned above we would always have some kind of mush. After breakfast the older folks cleaned off the table and washed up the dishes and swept the kitchen floor. Someone took the slop out to the pigs. It seems to me as I look back, that almost at once grandma and mother would start to get things going for dinner, this would be true at the ranch at any rate, when the sun was in its zenith, (straight up over head), Grandpa and the older men folks would come in for dinner. At one time when father was there (Father and Mother were not divorced, but I believe they were separated, as they had separated on a number of occasions, and I believe they had gone back together at this time) he and grandpa broke a horse. They would get a horse used to the saddle by continually putting on the saddle or harness, etc. there was a large pole corral in the center of which was a large snubbing post, about 12 or 18 inches in diameter sunk into the ground about three or four feet. The horse usually a two year old or thereabouts was tied up close to the snubbing post then grandpa and father would try and were usually successful after many and many tries, to put a saddle on the colt. Then a long lariat (rope) was placed on the colt’s neck. Grandpa would get off aways and father would untie the colt from the stubbing post and dart away. When the colt found out he was free then the fun usually started. The colt would try to buck the saddle off his back. He would flip around, run, kick and snort in every way to try to get that thing off his back. All the time grandpa was holding onto that rope, together with father they would inch their way up closer to the colt. They would talk soothingly to the colt all the time. Finally the colt was so tired that he would just stand and tremble, breathe terribly hard and seemed about ready to fall. After a few moments he would start all over again. Eventually grandpa and father would get up close enough to touch the colt – all the while talking and petting him. Finally after seemingly hours father was able to get up on the colt’s back and grandpa would take the rope off the clot’s neck. In the meantime, they had put a hack-a-moor or bridle on the colt and father had hold of the reins. There wasn’t much buck left in the colt by this time, so father didn’t get bucked off. I have forgotten how many horses they broke while we were there at this particular time. At any rate, this is the first time I remember grandpa Bateman. Grandma Bateman was a tiny person. She always had her hair coiled around on top of her head. She always wore a sparkling clean crisp house apron over her dress, which also was clean and neat, the hem of which was usually a few inches off the floor or just the bottoms of the shoes visible below the hem of her dress. Her shoes were always black, high tops, laced or buttoned and shiny. I remember her fixing milk pans and putting them in a dugout cellar in the side of a hill where spring water, cold and clear was always running through a trough just wide enough to hold the milk pans, so that at night when grandpa would bring the milk in, he would poor it into the pans. The milk would remain in the pans all night and in the mornings, grandma would skim the thick rich cream off the milk pans and put most of the cream into a large wooden churn, which, when full, would be churned into butter. The churn was round, something like a barrel with a shaft on which paddles were fastened and on one end a crank. Usually some of the older children or oldsters would turn the crank. When the butter was churned, however, we kids usually had some nice cool buttermilk to drink which was dee-licious. The next thing I remember about grandpa and grandma Bateman, was at their house when they lived by the old grist mill in Vernal (on the corner of what is now North Vernal Avenue and 3rd North Street. By the way this is where Raymond Delos was born. The older children and grownups were popping popcorn one evening when someone looked out the east window toward the old Rupple house. Within a few minutes the Rupple house was on fire and ultimately burned to the ground despite the heroic efforts of the Vernal City Volunteer Fire Department who tried to save the house. Grandma was always doing little things for her grandkids. I do not believe our family (mother’s children) were grandma’s favorites (if she ever had any favorites) but she most always had something for us like bread and honey or jam, etc. when we went there. I recall the smaller children always liked to go to grandma’s place. Grandpa wasn’t as tolerant with us kids as grandma. Oh, he was never mean to us, but he would talk more harsh and gruff, we thought, and wouldn’t give us things like grandma would, though grandpa was rather good hearted and he was rather witty as I remember, and he had quite a sense of humor. Grandpa always had, except for the last few years of his life, a fine team of horses. Many people said about him, “He thought more of his team than he did his family.” Grandpa did think a lot of his horses, which were always well fed, had slick, glossy coats and were very spirited. I remember well how grandpa would hitch up his team on weekdays and take grandma to the Vernal bank where she was the custodian and when she was finished, grandpa would go back to bring her home. Grandma held this position for years and was still working when she became ill and subsequently died in 1923 I recall when our brother Daniel was born 15 August 1915. We lived in a little flat house of logs on the south side of East Main Street, between what is now 4th and 5th East Streets. Grandpa and grandma lived across the street and a little west of us in a house belonging to Harmon Sowards and in about the same spot where the RH Hotel now stands. It was to grandma’s we kids hied when mother “took sick” and Daniel was born. Grandma had her hands full that day, but I don’t remember her getting angry with us. Maybe she did, however. Grandpa used his team and wagon to haul many of the bricks of which the Bank of Vernal is built. In the year of _____, the officers of the bank had the bricks shipped by parcel post wrapped separately and grandpa was hired by the Post Office in Vernal to haul the brick from Price to Vernal. The last time I saw Grandma Bateman was the latter part of July 1925 when I stayed all night with them so I wouldn’t have so far to go to get the stage for Duchesne, when I went there to stay with Cornie and Monty Hayes. Grandma made me a bed on the floor. A bed of fluffy feather ticks, quilts and blankets. I got up early with them and grandma fixed breakfast for grandpa, herself, and me. She kissed me goodbye. (I have always sorta cherished the fact that I was able to stay with my grandparents that time in Vernal and that grandma kissed me goodbye.) Grandma passed away while I was in the U.S. Navy in 1929. The last time I was with Grandpa Bateman was in Vernal in January, 1935. A lot of Mother’s children got together at Ed and Ella’s place for a family gathering . It was in honor of Grandpa Bateman. I remember he was so emotionally choked up that he couldn’t offer the blessing at the banquet in his honor. Grandpa Bateman passed away shortly after this and I recall he, too, kissed me goodbye before I left Vernal. I wonder if he and grandma might have had an idea, maybe, that it would be the last time they would ever see me. I don’t know; it is possible. I suppose. In 1902, grandpa, grandma and Aunt Myrtle (7 years old) went to the temple in Salt Lake City to be sealed for Time and Eternity. I can’t remember any of the details but I recall they all went to Salt Lake in the wagon which was pulled by the team of Grandpa Bateman. I also recall, the trip took about a week one way. As I look back over the past several (40 - 50) years and recall some of the events of my life which include grandpa and grandma, I find great admiration for them both. Grandpa was not a religious man, but grandma was very religious. Grandpa didn’t live many of the laws of the Gospel; he didn’t observe the Word of Wisdom and he rarely went to Church, but I recall many, many times that he would hook up his team and take grandma and others to Church and go get them when Church was out. As I recall also, grandpa always encouraged us kids to go to Sunday School and Primary, etc., though I don’t remember seeing him in the Chapel many times. One other event I must recall. I have forgotten what year it was, but grandpa took me to Brush Creek one time where he went to haul some cedar posts back to town, for someone who paid him for the job. We left Vernal sometime quite early one morning and went to Brush Creek Cave where we stayed overnight. I slept with grandpa in a bed covered with a tarpaulin. I remember how he cooked super. He stirred up some dough into a big round flat cake and put it into a big Dutch oven; he then buried the oven into the hot coals of the campfire and heaped hot coals over the top of the oven. I can’t remember how long it took to cook, but it seems it wasn’t long and when he took the cover off, the bread (I believe it was sourdough) was a beautiful brown and good. I have forgotten anything about the return trip from Brush Creek with grandpa. By Franklin D. Crouse

Joseph Hyrum Bateman & Silvia Amelia Bateman

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Joseph Hyrum Bateman & Sylvia Amelia Bateman Joseph Hyrum Bateman, son of William & Sarah Lavender Bateman, was born March 7th 1853 at Cedar City, Iron, Utah. His parents came to Utah from England. He never went to school in his life. He could neither read nor write. If he had to sign a legal paper of any kind someone else would sign his name and he had to sign by making an ‘X’ beside his name. It had to be witnessed by two or more people. I remember grandma used to read to him and he thoroughly enjoyed listening to her. She read the Book of Mormon and other scriptures. I don’t know if she read all of them, but she did read some of them. I imagine she read other things too, such as stories, etc. We do not know too much about his boyhood. I suppose it was much like the lives of other boys of his time. He did say he had to herd cows and do other chores. He went barefoot in summertime or perhaps most of his childhood. He used to tell his children about one time when his father made him a pair of boots. He said he could carry a little rag in his pocket to wipe the dust off the boots. I remember hearing him say that when he herded cows sometimes the ground would get so hot he would have to stand in the shade of weeds or brush to cool his feet. He used to tell about how he decided to get to get married. Evidently he had been “keeping company” with grandma, Sylvia Glazier. He said one night he slept cold. When he got up the next morning he said he wasn’t going to sleep alone anymore. So he went over to grandmother’s and asked her to marry him. They were married that day, December 28th 1876. They lived in Richmond, Cache, Utah. Their first three children were born there. Joseph Hyrum Jr. Oct 2nd 1877; Martha Vilate (my mother) May 12th 1879; Sarah Elizabeth April 6th 1881. The family came to Vernal December 1881 along with Dennis Winn whose wife was Margaret Bateman (sister of William Bateman, grandfather’s father) and four of Dennis Winn’s sons, Dennis Jr. John, James, & Frank. They were forty-eight days from Richmond to Vernal, a distance of four or five hundred miles, more or less, which can be traveled easily in eight or more hours now. I see from my family records that their fourth child, a little girl named Margaret Amelia, born June 7th 1883, who lived only about1 ½ years (died December 16th 1886) was born in Preston, Idaho so evidently the family did not stay in Vernal very long – 2 or 3 years. Their fifth child named Bertha Armida, was born May 3rd 1888 in Lilly Park, Colorado so they didn’t stay in Idaho very long either. This child died August 25th 1889 in Vernal. Also the sixth child, a boy, Bertie Leroy, born September 12th 1890 in Vernal, died December 21st 1893 in Vernal. These two children are buried in the Vernal Cemetery. So the family must have moved back to Vernal before August 25th, 1889. Later they moved to Rangely, Colorado where their last child, a girl, Myrtle May, who was born May 20th 1895. Joseph Jr. married Emily Perks. They had one daughter, Sylvie Louisa. Martha Vilate (my mother) who married (1) Julian B. Nott. They had three girls. (2) John N. Packer. They had two boys. (3) Docerus E. Crouse. They had five boys and two girls. (4) Leroy T. Kempton. They had 1 daughter. Sarah Elizabeth married James S. Elifritz. They had fourteen children, eight boys and six girls. Myrtle May married Warren Kempton. They had one daughter & three sons. The rest of my history will be things I can remember. The earliest recollections I have of grandpa and grandma are of them when they lived down on Main Street, between 4th and 5th East Streets. They lived in a little dirt roofed log house. I think it belonged to William Sowards. It was on the north side of the street. The next place they lived was another dirt roofed log house on 2nd North and 4th East. It was owned by a man named Frank Hatch. There were two houses. Uncle Joe and Aunt Em lived in the other one. Another place they lived was a small house on 4th West between Main and 1st North. It belonged to a woman named Sarah Golightly. Grandpa always had a team of horses – sometimes two teams and a good wagon, which was how they traveled. From Richmond to Vernal, from Vernal to Idaho, From Idaho to Vernal, to Colorado and every place they went. He used to haul freight from Price to Vernal and from Salt Lake to Vernal. When Grandpa died in 1936 one of the speakers, I believe it was a man named Eaton, said he was around Grandpa a lot. He said he nor anyone ever heard him use bad language and swear at his horses as most teamsters did. He liked his horses. He kept them groomed and well taken care of. They went everywhere – shopping, Church, visiting, etc., in the wagon. Grandpa always had a “grub box” also a “jocky box” on the front end of the wagon which contained his tools, hammer, pliers and such things that he needed. I well remember the last team that he had. It was after Grandma died. He was living with mama at the time. He didn’t have money to buy hay for them and they just starved to death, or one got so weak, he fell to the ground. Grandpa told Ray Crouse to take his 22 Rifle and shoot the horse. Ray did, but he had to shoot the horse five or six times. Ray was crying like a child all the time he was shooting. The other horse, they turned loose. Someone eventually picked it up and sold it to some fox farm or some other place. When they lived at the Hatch place, grandpa was mowing hay for someone and ran into a hive of bees. Both he and the Horses were stung badly. He was left-handed. He used to sit at the table with his right side next to the table with his left leg over the right one. I can still picture him sitting that way eating with his left hand. He used to eat with his knife a lot, too. He was good hearted. When he had money to spend, which I’m sure was not too often, at least to my knowledge, he usually spent it on someone else, to buy something nice for them. One time when I was staying with them, he bought me a pretty flowered ribbon and a clasp to hold it for my hair. Because of the fact that he could not read, his knowledge of the gospel was limited, but he had faith. I remember one time someone had a sick child. They had the elders come and administer to it. Grandpa said that they didn’t need to worry about it, that it would get well. Sylvia Amelia Glazier (daughter of William Luther & Martha Jane Stephenson) was born November 4th 1859 in Freemont, Iowa. They came to Utah when she was a small girl. She was a very small woman. Her average weight was about 95 pounds. She was about 5 feet tall. I don’t have any history of her when she was a girl. So all I can write is what I can remember. She was about the most particular housekeeper I have ever known. Her house was always neat and clean. No one ever walked in her house with mud on their feet and stayed there long. Most of her floors were just plain wood floors which she kept scrubbed white. The last place they lived (the little dirt roofed log house by the old Vernal grist mill) where they lived when she died, she bought a linoleum rug for one floor, which I’m sure was the only linoleum she ever owned. Someone told her if she would put milk in her mop water, it would improve the shine on the linoleum. So she put milk in her mop water. The wooden floors had to be scrubbed on hands and knees. I know, because I used to help her scrub them, whenever I stayed with her. We would get down on a pad of some sort (a folded rug, or sack or something) with a bucket of suds, lots of soap and a good stiff scrubbing brush and scrub as much of the floor as we could reach, then move to another place and repeat the process until the floor was all scrubbed. Mama used to clean floors the same way. Mama used to tell us about someone who said grandma’s floors were always clean enough to eat off from. She also used rag carpets, like a lot of pioneer people did – with straw under them. She made rag throw rugs too. When she washed clothes, she would rub everything on the washboard and then boil them. White clothes she would boil them, then rub them through another clean water. Mama used to wash the same way. Come to think of it, I have done lots of washings the same way too. Everything was turned inside out, including socks and stockings in the second scrub water. Of course all dresses, aprons, etc. were starched – usually with flour starch. Her white clothes were WHITE without artificial bleach. If something needed extra bleaching, such as floor sacks, etc. She would leave hanging out in the sunshine for a few days. Or if she was close to a field of Lucerne, she would spread the clothes to be bleached over the Lucerne (alfalfa) for a while (so would mama). Even after she got an electric washer, a wooden tub washer with a big flywheel - she still double boiled and rubbed on the board. I have often wondered what she would think of her great granddaughters (some of them) the way they do their washings. Throw the dirty clothes into the washer, automatic or regular, take them out, rinse once, maybe twice, hang them out, white or not. Oh well, times have changed, tho I’ll bet grandma wouldn’t like automatic washers. She was just as particular about her ironing. Each piece of clothing had to be ironed just so. The ironing board which was just a board that had been made by hand or rather a board wrapped with old sheets or blankets or whatever was available. This was laid with one end laid on the table and the other end on a chair back, to make it easy to put dresses etc. on the board. Pillowslips had to be laid with the seams toward the right hand, ironed first on one side then turned over and ironed on the other side, then folded just so. (Mama inherited all these qualities). I used to stay with them a lot, or several times anyway, for a few weeks at a time. They always went to bed early. We used to say they went to bed with the chickens and got up with them. That was true of the summers, but in winter, they were up long before the chickens. I would say that on the average they would go to bed at 8 PM and get up at 4:30 AM. For several years, grandma did the janitor work at the Vernal Bank for N. J. Meagher. She made $25.00 per month. Grandpa would take her to the bank about 6 AM. She dust-mopped or mopped with water if necessary then dusted all the furniture. When I stayed with them, I would go with her. I would dust the furniture and clean the spittoons. (ugh) I well remember the bars that were in the old buildings, old fashioned bars like you see in movies which had to be dusted everyday – at least grandma thought so. And the counters as well as the glass-topped desks that stood in the lobby. The job took about 2 hours. Five mornings every week, except holidays. When she washed quilts, she would put them on a table and scrub them with a scrubbing brush with lots of soap suds. Both sides were scrubbed then if she had a high pole fence, she would hang them on the fence then run water over them to rinse the soap out. She used to card wool for different women around town. First she would wash and dry it (if it wasn’t already washed), then pick it all apart to get all the weed seeds or other foreign matter out, then put it on the cards and card it until it was as fluffy as a ball of cotton. When I stayed with her, it was my job to pick it apart. I wonder if that was why she let me stay with her? Could be. When she got it carded, she would stack it in bundles in a flour sack or some cloth the right size. It would be snowy white and was always satisfactory to the women it belonged to. Or course, they used it to make quilts. She was a good cook, not fancy cooking, just ordinary food, but good. They nearly always had their own cow and chickens (as long as I can remember them) so they had homemade butter and all the eggs they needed. She used to clean lots of fruit. In fact, she was very industrious. Thinking about her cooking. I remember one of their favorite breakfasts was pork soup and dumplings. Grandma would go to the butcher shop or send grandpa, and get some pork shanks (the leg of the pig just above the feet), and put it on to cook at night, then the next morning she would make dumplings with them. She also made very good bread, yeast or baking powder, or better still buttermilk, mmmmm good! They liked to go on trips occasionally. Just visiting or camping. One of their favorite places to go in the summer was over to Fort Duchesne to the U.B.I.C. (Uintah Basin Industrial Convention). They would go the day before as it took all day to get there. The convention lasted three days. Then the next day they would come home. The roads in those days were not like they are now. I remember one time I went over to the U.B.I.C. – not with them though. I went in a car, but came home with them. Or rather I came with Aunt Myrtle and Uncle Warren and Minnie and the boys. Mama and Vera were with grandpa and grandma. The roads were washboardy, if you know what that means. Anyway they were rough and bouncy to ride on. In reading Dan’s history about grandma’s straw beds, I decided to tell what I remember about their beds. I don’t remember the straw beds, but I do remember the feather and cattail beds. I think they had straw ticks on the bottom, next to the springs, then the feather tick or cattail on top. I remember the first time I stayed with them. It was because of the bed that I remember it so well. I had never slept on either feathers or cattail. When I laid down on the bed, I just sank down into the soft cattails. I had the whole bed to myself. And that was a luxury!! When grandma made up her beds in the mornings, she would take off all the quilts or blankets or sheets, whatever she had on them and then shake and pound and fluff the ticks until they were as smooth and even as human hands could make them. I don’t know if she ever owned a bedspread or not, but her pillows and cases were always clean and white and usually about four on each bed. And either a sheet over the bed or a nice quilt. Another thing about her was the way she used to stand by the screen door in the summertime, when ever anyone entered her house and swished and waved a cloth to keep out the flies. And if any got in she immediately took after it with a fly swatter. I hate flies too. Dan also said he can’t remember of ever going to their home on Christmas or Thanksgiving. I can remember a time or two when we did, of course Dan was just a little boy. I also remember when we – I don’t remember who though – went with them down on the crook, Ashley Creek, for a picnic. It was Mama and us kids, I guess. When they lived in the Sarah Golightly place in town, mama used to help grandma do washings for other people. That was when grandma got her electric washer. One washday, grandma got her front finger, ( I don’t remember which hand) in the wringer. Those old washers did not have a release on the wringers so the whole finger was just mashed. Dr. J. M. Francke and his wife lived just through the fence on the south. They got Dr. Francke to take care of the finger. It seems to me that they said he used just ordinary sewing thread to sew it. That accident affected the finger for the rest of her life. It was actually thinner than the one on the other hand. By Hattie Crouse Warby

Bessie Evelyn Gray

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Bessie Evelyn Gray On March 2nd 1914 Edward Paul Gray & Ella May Nott were married in Vernal, Uintah, Utah. Edward was just 20 years old and Ella was just 16 years old. They settled in Vernal where their first child, Bessie Evelyn Gray was born December 8th 1914. Their second child, Russell Edward Gray was born February 26th 1917. When Russell was about 15 months the family homesteaded on the flat between a town called Maeser and the coal mine that Edward operated with his father, George Gray. Edward built a little log house on the ground and cleared the sagebrush. The family had a garden. There was a little store at Maeser called Rudge’s Store. The family always stopped there when returning from Vernal to the mine. It was a country store with barrels of pickles, crackers, and candy jars with different kinds of candy. There were animal shaped hard candies in different colors. Some were shaped like horses and trees. The cracker and pickle barrels were open. You could sample for free with little picks available at the store. The barrels were about 18 inches across and normal height. The family traveled in a one seated buggy drawn by their horse, Dandy. Edward and Ella sat on the front seat. Russell and Bessie sat with their backs against a board that was at the front of the buggy with their backs to the horse and facing their parents. Bessie remembered the crunch of the snow as the buggy wheels went around. A lot of the time Ella would sing to the children on the way home. She sang songs she had sung as a little girl. Bessie remembered such songs as: “After the Ball”, “Two little girls in Blue” and some songs about soldiers. One of those military songs was about a soldier in love with two: one of those was his mother and the other with eyes of blue. Bessie remembered that her father always carried the children into the house when they got home. At this time Bessie was a little girl about 4 or 5. Elda was a little baby & Russell would have been one or two years old. In the summer the kids would wander all over the foothills in the cedars. Most of the time they were barefoot by choice. Under the cedar trees they would find little round places – like an inverted funnel. They would catch ants and drop them at down the funnel. A spider would pop out of the trap door at the base and eat the ant. They would sit for hours dropping ants for the spider. Bessie remembered one time when she was about seven and Russell was five. Her mother’s half-brothers and sisters were with them. This includes Ray about 8, Hattie about 10, Ida about 12, & Dan about 6. They were the children of Martha and Docerus Crouse. They decided to walk to the watering hole. Bessie remembered it as being huge. They followed the horses. The trails were windy. Ray would be the Captain and tell the rest of the children what to do. He was “the Boss”. They pretended to stop and “cook dinner”. One particular day they followed the horses across and up the other side of the ravine then up onto an open flat. When they got to the watering hole they saw great big tracks all around the watering hole. To quote Bessie “Us dumb kids followed those cat tracks till we got to the rocks and couldn’t see them anymore. We wandered around and we eventually went home. We had been gone a long time and mom was worried about us. By the time we got home, daddy had taken the horses to the watering hole and they had refused to drink because they could smell the cat. We still had not returned home by the time dad had returned home. They were pretty worried about us. They had no idea where we had gone. So we all go a good lecture when dad got back from looking for us.” Another memory: “It was Easter. I was four. It was before Elda was born. Momma had made me a pretty blue dress with white ric-rac around the sleeves. Russell had pin stripe overalls and a little white shirt. It was a beautiful morning. Daddy had been down to the corral feeding the horses. He came back excitedly. Daddy and mamma carried us quietly down to the corral. They set us on the rail fence. Daddy said “now you watch. Right down there is a little hole. Watch what comes out of it.” We were so quiet and soon the mother rabbit hopped out of the hole and looked all around. Then four little white rabbits came out behind her. Daddy caught some and let us hold them. They were soft and cute.” At the coal mine, the coal was put into a bin. In the bin, the screens separated the coal by size. Nut coal was small coal about the size of two marsh mellows together. This coal was used in the kitchen stove. Fine coal was called slack. The horse was hooked up to the scoop shovel. It would pickup up slack and dump it over the edge of “old gassy”. This was a place where coal had been dumped for years. It had started combustion years ago and smoke came out of it all the time. We would run through that slack up to out crotches. At the coal mine Ella cooked for up to 20 men three times a day. The coal mine had entries off both sides of the track down the main slope. Daddy would go to work in the morning. Russell and I would take his lunch to him. We would go down into the mine and listen for his pick. The coal was a solid rock. They would pick **** out with their picks. Then they would drill a hole big enough for a stick of dynamite with this machine that sat on a tripod. They turned it with a handle. They put the dynamite in there with a cap on it and a big long fuse. Then they refilled the hole with ****. Then it would blow a big wall of coal down into the room. Each car that held the coal held 1,000 pounds. A donkey pulled the car from the main entry to the room where they had blasted the coal. They would unhitch the donkey and bring him to the other end of the car. Up on the outside of the coal mine they had a whim - a large big round cable holder. The cable went out from the center hole. A big horse was hooked to it. When the coal was loaded down in the mine, they would guide the car to the main entry in the mine; then hook the cable that was attached to the outside. It had a bell on it. When they rang the bell, Russell and I would unhitch the horse from the hitching post and we would start the horse going in circles to pull the cable around the drum. When the car got up on the flat where it wouldn’t roll back in, we’d stop the horse. There would be someone to help us now. They would unhitch the horse from the whim. The car would be pushed out on a track to the edge of the coal bin where it would dump its’ load. Then the empty car would be pushed back to the mouth of the mine: the cable hooked to other end of the car and the brake released on the whim. The whim would go around and around letting the car go back into the mine. A lot of times mamma would come up and unhook the horse. Uncle Elmer was there a lot to help momma in the kitchen or with the horse. Us kids would play with the forge. One time daddy was sharpening picks. Russell and I were playing in the slack pile near the coal bin. I remember daddy running down to the house screaming with his overalls on fire. He had run the red hot pick through his thigh- the inside fleshy part of his leg. Mamma got the buggy hooked up and took daddy to town. She dropped us off at grandma’s. Every day she had to take a wad of gauze, soak it in rubbing alcohol and put it through the wound. My mamma made long black sateen bloomers. We always wore black stockings with a garter belt to hold up our stockings. In the summer we went barefoot. On my seventh birthday mamma told me to watch Russell and Elda and keep them clean while she got ready to go to town. When we went to town we wore white panties and white petticoats with lace on the bottom. Mother came out of the house ready to gather us up. Then she saw what looked like Russell and Elda sitting in the slack. We had an old sow and they were sitting on the sow. We used to ride this old sow. She was always pink and clean; but mamma thought they were in the slack. I got the razor strap. That was just before we moved to town so I could start school. In the spring of 1919 the family moved back to Vernal. On May 31st 1919 their third child, Elda May was born. Bessie remembered the day Elda was born: “ It was the 31st of May. The wind was blowing. Rose Easton was there to help mamma. She had scrubbed the floors. She told them to keep us outside. Ida and Frank Crouse took the throw rugs and hung them around the buggy to make a playhouse under the buggy. Pretty soon, we saw Dr. Christy come. After he left Rose came out and called us to see what the Dr. had brought for mamma. There was Elda – tiny with beautiful black hair. Aunt Rose gave us baths, put our nightgowns on and put us to bed. “ As part of her Treasures of Truth Book, Bessie wrote about school memories. Bessie started first grade in the fall of 1922. She was seven years old. Her recollections about first grade are as follows: “Ella Mc Kee was my first grade teacher, and I received a good foundation for my future school work under her. When the year was about half over Miss Mc Kee thought that I could handle the second grade along with the first, so I went to Mrs. Bartlet’s room, the second grade in the morning and the first grade in the afternoon. There are two stories that stand out in my memory, so vivid that I seem to see the pictures when I think of them. In the first reader “The Three Goats” in the second reader “Hindu Sykes and the Quail”. This extra work was too much for my nervous system and I had to discontinue the second grade. By the time school was out I was so nervous that as soon as could be arranged mother and daddy sacrificed all our furnishings and took me to California for my health.” In June 1923 Edward and Ella sold their home in Vernal. They had to take their first child, Bessie to a lower climate because Bessie had Rheumatic fever. The family went from Vernal to Provo, Utah by stage. The stage was a big car. They went to San Bernardino, California. While in San Bernardino Edward Gray and Ella’s half brother Elmer Packer got as job loading lumber on railroad cars. There was a fire in the lumberyard and Edward and Elmer were wrapped in wet blankets with hoses standing on top of the lumber to keep it from burning. Ella and the family got up on the roof and watched the fire. Another experience happened while in San Bernardino. Six weeks after arriving an earthquake shook the house. Elmer was in the pantry eating bread and honey. He came out with honey all over himself. The honey jar spilled on him during the earthquake. Elmer Packer and his wife Esther were married while in San Bernardino. Shortly after this event the family packed up and moved to Oakland. Edward built rails on the car. The family put their clothes under the seats and packed the groceries on the running boards. On the way the family stopped and played on the beach. They stayed with George and Priscilla Gray, Edward’s parents. From Oakland the family moved to El Cerito, California. They lived in a little two room house on a hill across from San Francisco. On a clear day they could see a Big Ben Clock. While there the children had Mumps and Red Measles. Russell and Elda had Chicken Pox and Diptheria. Ella and Edward had their hands full with three sick children. Between September 1923 and June 1924 the children received six week of school. In the Fall of 1923 Bessie entered Second grade in El Cerito California. Again quoting from the writings of Bessie about the Second Grade: “School in El Cerito, California started in August and I was not able to start until January 1924. Six weeks was all that I went in the second grade, but I passed from ‘C’ section to ‘A’ in the low second inside a week. Miss Putnam was my teacher, In the rest of the time that I attended school I passed to the high second, through to the ‘A’ section and was promoted to the third grade in June.” My friends in school were Katie and Daisy Bright. Katie was a grade or two ahead of me but she was a pal anyway. There was a little boy named Earl who used to push me in the swing and one day he gave me a little blue glass lamb which I kept for years.” The family moved back to Vernal, Utah in the summer of 1924. It was a long hard trip. One day they had eleven flat tires. At Winnemucca, Nevada they had to put new brakes on the car. At Elko, they saw monkeys. None of the family had ever seen monkeys before. In the fall of 1924 Bessie enrolled in the Third Grade. They were back in Vernal, Utah by this time. “Margaret Merkley was a good teacher even though she and I had some very heated arguments because I would not take abuse. I always managed to give just a little more that I received. Marlene Paxton was my Ideal, my very first ideal”. In the fall of 1925 Bessie enrolled in the fourth grade. “Lela Preece was a small person. I will always remember how little she looked sitting behind her desk. One day Preppe Rich was late, when she came in Miss Preece said “Preppa, why are you late this morning?” and Preppe answered “Papa started to bring me to school, and when he got to town he was called on a confinement case, he didn’t have time to bring me to school and I wouldn’t walk to school, so I went with him, and it is a boy.” I wondered and wondered what a confinement case was and how could it be a boy. I couldn’t figure it all out. I don’t remember when I did find out about it. Perhaps during the time Bessie was trying to figure out what a confinement case was her mother gave birth to another brother. Irvin Julian Gray was born November 23th 1926, He did not live very long but died on November 26rd 1926. He died of pneumonia. Before that time however Bessie entered the sixth grade. The sixth grade was the year 1927 – 1928. This is what she had to say about the sixth grade: “A new school, strange teachers and inquisitive students. That is what I found in starting to school in Measer, Utah. We were living at the coal mine and mother brought us to school in the morning and came after us at night. My teacher was Pearl Shaffer. Neldon Richens my pet peeve and Elda Mickle, Elizabeth Hall, and Mary Jones my friends. The work that I accomplished was the learning of the Gettysburg Address, and when I started to school at Central I was the only one prepared on the day that it was due. Mary Manker and I had quite a time that winter, along with Audrey Millicam, Eddytha Kay and Madge Toles. Lorna Cook was my best friend that year. The history written by Bessie does not say, but she must have entered the seventh grade in Measer, probably the year was 1928 - 1929, also because some of the friends listed are the same as listed in the sixth grade. Not much, however is said by Bessie about this year. The list is as follows: Teachers: Subjects; O. Norman Olson Geography C.P. Lewis Civics and Arithmetic Gilbert Childs English and Glee Our gang consisted of the Following; Bessie Gray Lewis Adams Lorna Cook Lawrence Cooper Audrey Oaks Manfred Rasmessen Audrey Millican Richard Murry Della May Nelson Shirley Nelson Her seventh grade work listed as a History of Utah. One interesting statistic noted population in 1920 as 499,000. The state has grown a bit since that time. The family must have been in Vernal during the summer of 1928 up through August at least as her brother, George R. was born August 29th at Vernal. There are no years listed for the eighth, ninth, or tenth grade. In notes about the junior year she says that was 1934-34. She would have been 20 when starting that year and 21 when finishing it. It is believed that the rest of her schooling was at Vernal. For the eighth grade she lists the following: “ Le Roy Richens Science Arithmetic N.G. Sowards English Literature Deen Benion Cooking Sewing Gilbert Childs Glee One day Kenneth Ayrock talked back to Mr. Sowards. Mr. Sowards told Ken to take off his belt and give it to him, then he Kenneth to turn around; he whipped Kenneth with his own belt but Ken didn’t say a word.” It must have been about this year that the following incident written by Bessie occurred: “In 1930 when George was just 16 months old he burned his hand on the stove and it developed into blood poisoning. He started having convulsions. A neighbor Mrs. Will Mott was with Ella when this happened. Russell was sent to get the elders. While he was gone George was put in a hot mustard bath. Russell got Mr. Gurr and Mr. Whitbeck to come and administer to George, Just as they got there George started another round of convulsions. George was administered to and settled down to a peaceful sleep. He recovered rapidly. That was and still is a Great Testimony to the family on the power of the healing by the laying on of hands.” For the ninth grade. Calvin Mankel Biology Marva Hodson Gym Ellis Wilcox Algebra Morril De Morris English Anthon s. Cannon Seminary Vera Calder Foods A For the tenth grade. Ruth Hart Lundell English Reed Morril Ancient Living Don L. Mc Conkie Accounting A Lloyd Winn Glee Margaret Cuttler Gym Anthon S. Cannon Seminary My best work in the Tenth grade. My dramatic Art Journal with A Reading Drawn out as to use of gesture and voice. Bessie says the following about her Junior year: “When I was a junior, 1934-35, I became very discouraged. I also had a very bad case of inferiority complex. Mr. Lundell talked to me along time. He told me the disadvantage of letting this malady get the best of me; he explained the necessity of, at least, a high school education. I am glad that I had sense enough to listen to him and continue on with my schooling, for I have realized the advantage of agreeability and social associations. My best work in my junior year. A modern home with house plans drawn to scale, with pictures of each room.” The subjects and teachers listed are as follows: Charles H. Colton English Harold M. Lundell Psysiology Marie Singleton Shorthand Don L. Mc Conkie Accounting Lloyd Winn Glee Ethel Larson Home making On December 22nd 1934 Berle Gene Gray was born in Vernal. He was the sixth child to join the family of Edward and Ella Gray. Finally the year Bessie had worked so long and hard for. Her Senior Year of High School. For her subjects and teachers she listed the following: Beth Gaily Clothing B Isabel Dillman English D Helen Calder Foods B Isabel Dillman Journalism Elwood A. Gee Sociology and Economics “I have enjoyed sewing this year, when I sew I feel I have a teacher that cares whether I make a successful article or not. I have accomplished much that I will be able to use in my chosen field of work. At present we are learning to draft patterns for ourselves. I am always willing to learn something new, that is, if it is beneficial. If I could take English construction and diagramming also every other phrase of English; in a class that really wanted to earn, and really wanted to accomplish something instead of get out of so much work; under Isabel (Dillman) I am sure that I would be able to say that I had successfully finished an English class. I have enjoyed English and Journalism very much this year so far. In English I have learned to appreciate good literature, including plays. Also the value of correct English vocabulary. Provo was the scene of two hilarious days when the Journalism Convention was in session. Everyone enjoyed his liberty to he fullest. There was a horrible showing of “Vernalites” at Hotel Roberts, but so far there has been no bad reports reach Mr. Lundells ears. Journalism Club is the first to be organized in Uintah high school. We held a pledge one night between 12 and 1 o’ clock at night. Pie ala mode and hot chocolate was enjoyed after the pledge. Sociology and Economics has been very interesting as well as beneficial in the way of combating social problems and helping others. We have had one test, our choice of questions, and given two reports, one of our choice and one out of the book. I am in hopes that the next semester passes as swiftly and easily as the first one has. Mr. Gee is very agreeable and easy to get along with. It is my wish that married life will not be anything but joy and contentment. My Future My future does not belong to me alone. It is connected with those I love, those with whom I associate and work. I know not what the next few years hold for me. I can expect much work, some study, a little sorrow and a lot of happiness and joy. At present there is not a lot of light on my future. There are much work, a lot of responsibility and many financial cares to keep me from enjoying, to the fullest my life. My life is yet to come so I am not going to plan on anything definite for that would only bring disappointment and disillusions. I have compiled this book of school day memories to add to my Treasures of Truth Book. My years of school have been hard. I have worked hard and never been treated like anything but a two year old until this year. It hasn’t been easy to go on to school when others my age are my teachers, but I am not going to school to please anyone but myself and for my own satisfaction of knowing that what I have learned can not be taken from me. Mr. Noble has greatly influenced my life. When I was a sophomore I became discouraged in my work in Dramatic Art. My Journal was not as good as anyone’s, but when I stood up on the stage to give my readings certain members of the class laughed at me and made fun of me. I refused to give a lesson and was told to report to Mr. Noble. When he heard my story he said “Remember Bessie that it is not a sign of refinement of educated people to make light of others. If you can go on and do your work in spite of their jeering you will be the victor.” Mr. Noble was principal during my freshman and sophomore years in High School and has always been willing to encourage and help me over the rough spots in my school work. At present Mr. Noble is truly living up to his name and serving as Superintendent of Uintah County Schools. On January 24th 1937 another son was born. Sadly he only lived a short time. He died the same day he was born and was not named. Edward & Ella & family moved to Salt Lake City, Utah in November of 1942 during thanksgiving vacation. The home they eventually moved to and purchased was located at 566 South 9th East . Arthur Ancil Masters met Bessie Gray in Vernal where she worked at a Ben Franklin store and they were married 15 Jun 1940 at Salt Lake City, Salt Lake, Utah. Arthur was a working in Salt Lake City as a cook until 1443 when the family which consisted of two boys, Ed born 29 Mar 1941 and Stan born 24 May 1942. Decided to take a trip to visit their families. On September 30th 1942 the family took a trip on a Burlington Bus to Newton, Iowa where Art’s Mother and other family members lived. The family came back by way of Denver, Colorado and Vernal, Utah. Where Bessie’s Grandmother Martha Vilate Kempton lived. On April 30, 1943 the family moved to Todd Park at Tooele, Utah where Art had a restaurant at the Military Base there. The family lived in a double trailer house and were the first family to move into the housing project. A daughter, Margie born 7 Oct 1944 was born at Todd Park while the family was at Tooele. The family moved back to Salt Lake City in January of 1945. The family lived in three different places. By May of 1945 the family moved right beside Edward and Ella Gray, Bessie’s parents where they stayed until February 14th 1946. On 18 Oct 1945 another daughter, Ruth was born. On December 12th 1946 the family now consisting of six rode the train from Salt Lake City to Denver. It was an all night ride. The family visited the Capital in Denver then rode the Rock Island Rocket from Denver to Newton, Iowa. After Christmas the family rode the train back to Salt Lake City. Between 1940 and 1948 Arthur opened two different restaurants in Salt Lake. On July 28th 1948 the family moved to Evanston, Wyoming. In January 1949 the family moved back to Salt Lake City, Utah. In August 1949 the family started to purchase a home in Granger, Utah - eleven miles west of Salt Lake. In July of 1950 the family moved to Wendover, Utah where Art opened a restaurant. On September 7th 1951 the family moved to Salem, Oregon. The family arrived in Salem, Oregon on September 9th 1951 by Grayhound Bus at about 9:30 P. M. They stayed at the Grand Hotel and ate at the Cupboard Café for week while looking for a home to purchase. A home was finally found and purchased at 4175 Weathers Street N. E. in Salem on September 13th. While living on Weathers Street two boys were born into the family. Robert Ancil was born May 24th 1952 on his brother, Stan’s 10th birthday. Christopher Neil was born Jun 15th 1953 on his parent’s 13th wedding Anniversary. In August of 1954 the family sold that home and moved to 2820 Brown Road in Salem. Art was working in Albany, Oregon at the Red Hat Café. He commuted daily to and from Albany. A distance of about 26 miles. In the summer of 1960 the family moved to Rufus, Oregon where Arthur opened up another restaurant. Ed and Stan did not move with the family. They stayed in Salem. The restaurant in Rufus did not work out and the family moved to Arlington, Oregon where Arthur worked at another restaurant for a time before opening another restaurant in Arlington. While in Arlington Margie and Ruth met and married their husbands. Stan met and married his wife, Pat. Ed came home for Christmas in 1962 and met his future wife, Lois Logan, on a blind date. Ed baptized Lois on 23 Mar 1963. Ed and Lois were married 25 May 1964 in the Salt Lake Temple. In 1965 Art, Bessie, Bob & Chris moved back to Salem, Oregon where Ed and Lois were living. Arthur continued to work in Restaurants until he finally retired in about 1972. After the kids had all left it was just Art & Bessie. They had difficulty adjusting to life together and on August 27th 1976 Bessie and Art decided they needed to live apart. Bessie moved to Salt Lake City on September 3rd 1976 to live with her sister, Elda Inman for a time. By January 1st of 1977 she was back in Salem, Oregon for the Wedding of Chris and Vickie. She and Art tried to get back together for a time, but Bessie shortly got an apartment in Salem where she stayed until after October of 1980 when she went to College Place to stay with Ruth and Larry. She was with Ruth and Larry and family until after Art died February 9th 1981. She left Ruth and Larry in College Place and Flew into Spokane, Washington to stay with Stan and Pat on July 15th 1981. Bessie stayed in Spokane in Stan and Pat’s home for a time then finally got an apartment in Spokane. On October 31st 1982 she arrived in Salt Lake City, Utah. She stayed at her sister Elda’s home for a time until she found a nice apartment at the Capital Villa on 6th north near 3rd West. She stayed in Salt Lake City at Capital Villa until sometime after August 1991 or early 1992 when she moved back to Salem, Oregon. She lived in an apartment in Salem until 1994 when she moved to Chris & Vickie’s home. She stayed with them about one year. She then moved back to Salt lake City to live with her sister, Elda. She stayed a short time until she could get back into the Capitol Villa. She was there for about two years when she had a stroke sometime in 1996. She spent some time in the hospital and in rehabilitation before going back to Capital Villa where she stayed another six months. She was unable to live alone so Elda took her into her home where she stayed until the fall of 1998. Finally it was time for her to move into a nursing home. Her brother, George and sister, Elda found a good one Crossroads Rehabilitation Center located at 575 East 10970 South in Sandy, Utah. She was there until her death May 9th 2000. Bessie had many adversities in her life. She did not react to them well. She had a hard time adjusting to changing circumstances. It seemed that through much of her life she was always searching for happiness. She never found it for long. It was always somewhere else. Her unhappiness with life made it difficult for those who loved her. After she divorced Arthur she lived with three of her children in Washington State and in Salem, Oregon. She lived with her sister, Elda, two or three times. She had her own apartments in Salem, Spokane, and Salt Lake City. It seemed happiness was not to be found in this portion of her existence. It is hoped she has finally found happiness in the Spirit World with her family that has gone on before. Information for this biography from the following sources: A history dictated to Lois Masters by Bessie A history written by Bessie for her Treasures of Truth Book Information from George Gray, Bessie’s Brother. A biography of Ed Masters written when in 7th Grade with the help of his mother. Compiled by Ed Masters

Life timeline of Ida Vilate Freestone

1909
Ida Vilate Freestone was born on 28 Aug 1909
Ida Vilate Freestone was 5 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.
Ida Vilate Freestone was 19 years old when Walt Disney character Mickey Mouse premieres in his first cartoon, "Plane Crazy". Walter Elias Disney was an American entrepreneur, animator, voice actor and film producer. A pioneer of the American animation industry, he introduced several developments in the production of cartoons. As a film producer, Disney holds the record for most Academy Awards earned by an individual, having won 22 Oscars from 59 nominations. He was presented with two Golden Globe Special Achievement Awards and an Emmy Award, among other honors. Several of his films are included in the National Film Registry by the Library of Congress.
Ida Vilate Freestone was 21 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.
Ida Vilate Freestone was 36 years old when World War II: Hiroshima, Japan is devastated when the atomic bomb "Little Boy" is dropped by the United States B-29 Enola Gay. Around 70,000 people are killed instantly, and some tens of thousands die in subsequent years from burns and radiation poisoning. World War II, also known as the Second World War, was a global war that lasted from 1939 to 1945, although conflicts reflecting the ideological clash between what would become the Allied and Axis blocs began earlier. The vast majority of the world's countries—including all of the great powers—eventually formed two opposing military alliances: the Allies and the Axis. It was the most global war in history; it directly involved more than 100 million people from over 30 countries. In a state of total war, the major participants threw their entire economic, industrial, and scientific capabilities behind the war effort, blurring the distinction between civilian and military resources. World War II was the deadliest conflict in human history, marked by 50 to 85 million fatalities, most of whom were civilians in the Soviet Union and China. It included massacres, the genocide of the Holocaust, strategic bombing, premeditated death from starvation and disease and the only use of nuclear weapons in war.
Ida Vilate Freestone was 44 years old when Jonas Salk announced the successful test of his polio vaccine on a small group of adults and children (vaccination pictured). Jonas Edward Salk was an American medical researcher and virologist. He discovered and developed one of the first successful polio vaccines. Born in New York City, he attended New York University School of Medicine, later choosing to do medical research instead of becoming a practicing physician. In 1939, after earning his medical degree, Salk began an internship as a physician scientist at Mount Sinai Hospital. Two years later he was granted a fellowship at the University of Michigan, where he would study flu viruses with his mentor Thomas Francis, Jr.
Ida Vilate Freestone was 56 years old when Thirty-five hundred United States Marines are the first American land combat forces committed during the Vietnam War. The United States Marine Corps (USMC), also referred to as the United States Marines, is a branch of the United States Armed Forces responsible for conducting amphibious operations with the United States Navy. The U.S. Marine Corps is one of the four armed service branches in the U.S. Department of Defense (DoD) and one of the seven uniformed services of the United States.
1977
Ida Vilate Freestone was 68 years old when Star Wars is released in theaters. Star Wars is a 1977 American epic space opera film written and directed by George Lucas. It is the first film in the original Star Wars trilogy and the beginning of the Star Wars franchise. Starring Mark Hamill, Harrison Ford, Carrie Fisher, Peter Cushing, Alec Guinness, David Prowse, James Earl Jones, Anthony Daniels, Kenny Baker, and Peter Mayhew, the film focuses on the Rebel Alliance, led by Princess Leia (Fisher), and its attempt to destroy the Galactic Empire's space station, the Death Star.
Ida Vilate Freestone was 73 years old when Michael Jackson's Thriller, the best-selling album of all time, was released. Michael Joseph Jackson was an American singer, songwriter, and dancer. Dubbed the "King of Pop", he was one of the most popular entertainers in the world, and was the best-selling music artist during the year of his death. Jackson's contributions to music, dance, and fashion along with his publicized personal life made him a global figure in popular culture for over four decades.
Ida Vilate Freestone died on 12 Nov 1996 at the age of 87
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