Life Sketch, Autobiography & Testimony of Jennie C. Lindsay
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Personal record written by Jennie Caroline Lindsay
Father's name: Warren Parks Lindsay
Mother's maiden name: Susan Eveline Welker
Born: 10 January 1898 in Moreland, Bingham County, Idaho
Baptized: 2 June 1906 in Danskin ditch, Moreland, Idaho by my father, Warren Parks Lindsay
Confirmed: 3 June 1906 by my father, Warren Parks Lindsay
Married to: Carl Leslie Williams on 18th of October 1917 in the Logan Temple by
William A. Noble
Endowed: Logan Temple on 18th of October 1917
Sealed: Logan Temple on 18th of October 1917
Patriarchal blessing by Joseph E. Cardon on 6 December 1916; also by Andrew P. Benson on 18th of August 1918
I attended schools in Moreland, one year in Blackfoot, and one year of high school in the B.Y.College in Logan, Utah, (My third year.)
My father was anxious that his children learn music and purchased the first piano in Moreland. He then proceeded to teach us at an early age to chord while he played the violin. We began with but one finger on each hand but we learned rhythm and harmony. Teachers were scarce but we had some lessons which have been a joy to me all my life. My husband purchased me an electric Hammond organ which I have enjoyed playing.
The first church position I held was teacher in the Primary association before I was 14 years of age, then when my Brother Jesse went on a mission to England in 1912 I was called to take his place as Sunday School organist. How grateful I am for the patience of the chorister Andrew Benson and Uncle Ernest Anderson for many were the times you could hardly tell what hymn I was playing. I have taught many classes in Primary, have also been playing leader, have also taught many classes in Sunday School, and Mutual. I have been chorister, organist, in a Mutual presidency, served on the Blackfoot Stake Sunday School board, Stake Mutual board, Stake Primary board three different times, was Stake Primary president from the summer of 1937 and 2 August of 1944 when I was set apart as president of the Riverside Ward Relief Society. I was released December 29, 1946. I was library teacher and the Relief Society from October 1953 until 1956, three years of very enjoyable work. I have been a Relief Society visiting teacher both in the Moreland Ward and in the Riverside Ward. I have done some baptisms and endowment work for the dead. I taught the teacher training classes in Riverside, year 1957 to 1958. I was asked to be Stake Relief Society organist July 1958, set apart September 14, 1958. After serving nearly five years I was released at Stake meeting April 13, 1963. My husband and I were asked to work on the Ward committee in genealogy. I began teaching genealogy in the Sunday School January 1962, taught three years and was released on December 27, 1964. The genealogical program was changed so we were released from the committee about September 1966. I was asked to be the organist in the Ward Relief Society than when the ward was divided in December of 1966. I was also given the job as Cultural Living leader in the Riverside Second Ward; I was released in the summer of 1972 due to the ****** neuralgia.
My activities in the church have done much in giving me a testimony of the truthfulness of the gospel and knowledge of its teachings. The playing and singing the hymns have impressed the words on my mind which have been an inspiration to me and a comfort in times of need. At that time of the First World War when my husband was called in the service August 1918, I was very upset and worried. One day when I was especially worried the words of the hymn "How Firm a Foundation" "when through the deep waters I call thee to go.... I'll never no never, no never forsake" flashed through my mind almost as if they were spoken to me, which gave me comfort. Then when the patriarch promised his safe return we knew for sure that he would return which he did.
I have seen and heard talks from presidents of the church, President Joseph F. Smith, President Hebert J. grant, President George Albert Smith, President David O. McKay, president Joseph Fielding Smith, President Harold B. Lee, President Spencer W. Kimball. They have all been an inspiration.
My husband, his sister Delpha, our two children and my father made a trip to New York to the world's fair in about 1940. We visited many of the early church scenes which impressed us deeply.
Autobiography of Jennie Caroline Lindsay Williams written about 1957.
I was born January 10, 1898 at Moreland, Bingham County, Idaho. My father was Warren Parks Lindsay born July 22, 1862 at Kaysville, Utah whose parents were William Buckminster Lindsay junior and Julia Parks. My mother was Susan Eveline Welker, born March 19, 1866 at Bloomington, Idaho whose parents were James Wilburn Welker and Caroline Stevenson. I was baptized 2 June 1906, confirmed 3 June 1906. My patriarchal blessing was given by Joseph E. Cardon on 6 December 1916 at Logan, Utah; another patriarchal blessing given by Andrew P. Benson on 18 August 1918 at Moreland, Idaho. I was married to Carl Leslie Williams 18 October 1917 in the Logan Temple at Logan, Utah.
Prior to my birthday, in the fall of 1897, my father had partially completed a three round frame the house lined with adobe. He however was taken an ill with typhoid fever before more than the outside was finished and was not able to work for some time. As a new baby was expected, he was very anxious to finish a room for the event, so he worked all he could in his weakened condition, it being as late as December before he was able to work. With the help of Herb Brown one room was plastered but due to the extreme cold weather it did not dry so they were afraid to use the room. The men proceeded to get wagon covers to partition another room to try to make it as warm and comfortable as possible. Under those conditions I was born January 10, 1898. With the care of a family of six, raising a garden and pioneering a new country, mother felt ill with typhoid fever and there being no doctors closer than Montpelier, Idaho, about 150 miles away, she didn't have the care to help her survive. Dr. Hoover did come to see her from Montpelier but she died October 23, 1898, on her 13th wedding anniversary. As I was only nine months old and the other children were not old enough to care for me John and Laura England took me in their home and cared for me until things at home were adjusted so they could take me home. They treated me as one of the family and many times after returning home I would run away and go over to the England's.
In the fall on September 8, 1899 my father married Selma Hartvigsen in the Logan Temple, but shortly after their marriage she became ill and was taken to the hospital in Salt Lake City, Utah, where father worked as a carpenter and again we were left alone to more or less shift for ourselves, sometimes with the housekeeper and most of the time without. Selma died September 17, 1900 before I was old enough to remember her.
The years between then and October 4, 1906 one father married Annette S. Anderson in the salt lake temple work of children trying to keep house. My Sister Lola and Maud were especially good to me making me play houses, surprise play dinners, teaching me to pray and generally taking the place of a mother to me. One lesson Maud taught me while picking goose berries. We had many kinds of currents and goose berries and I was to help but was never content to pick the bushes clean. Maud was patient but firm in making me "stick to your bush."
While going to school it was hard to always keep the housework done. The schools were not very good, much of the time there were no teachers for the younger groups. It seemed that Ora and Russel were home a lot. Ora would experiment with the cooking while Russel and I washed the dishes, I being so small, I would stand on a chair to reach the table. Ora succeeded pretty well with cooking and later father especially enjoyed his walnut cakes and ice cream he would prepare on fast day while we were a church. It seemed like I was in the first great for years. Sometimes the girls took me to school with them for want of a place to leave me, but I was finally in the second grade and from then on my formal education began. Before that time there was only a one-roomed log school house with uncertain teachers, but about this time a fine (to us) brick schoolhouse with four rooms was built, then in 1912 a Larger building was erected with seven classrooms, library and an unfinished auditorium. From here I graduated from the eighth grade. Mr. William Bartlett was the first principle in this building. Mathias Benson, John Wray, Andrew Benson, Miss Rudd and Miss Perry had been teachers. I remember in the old building and ninth grade was added and Lurlean England, Abigail Clark, Leslie Williams and myself were the only ones to complete the full year. It was the beginning of the Moreland high school. Mr. Bartlett helped me get three credits in second year high school by hearing me recite after school, I being a one pupil 10th grade (the only pupil in 10th grade). I had a desire for an education and reading how much money could be made to raising onions. I proceeded to try and make some to be able to continue my education. I bought set onions and planted about one-fourth acre, weeded and cared for them but only realized about enough out of them to pay for the seed. The price was low and the onions didn't keep very good. Many sacks spoiled so my schooling didn't amount to much. However, after staying home for a year, working in (my father’s) store, I did get to go to the B.Y.C. at Logan, Utah. After my marriage when Leslie went to the army I again started school at Logan but school closed from October till January because of the flu and by that time Leslie was coming home, I never went back. After I was 60 I took three extension courses in literature, one in the Book of Mormon, and one in American history for college credit also a course in humanities and one organ course.
The first money I earned was 25¢ a day Ammon and Lonida Benson (children of Andrew and Ida Benson) while their mother picked raspberries. I earned $2.00.
We never had mattresses to sleep on until I was 14 years old, straw ticks were used; also straw was put under the carpets to help them where longer.
As we live during the early pioneering of the Snake River Valley, there were few advantages. Anything new was a marvel to us. One day while picking crab apples we heard an unearthly sound coming from the direction of a pile of lava rocks north of our home on the public square. We all ran with clubs thinking it to be some wild animal hidden there, what was our surprise when following the sound we found Della Mayes blowing a cornet her father had just purchased, the first we have seen. Father was anxious for us to learn music so purchased a piano. Jesse the oldest, learned it well enough to play with him (father) for dances. All methods were used to get us to practice even resorting to bribes. I learned enough to play for my own pleasure and sense Mary my husband purchased in an electric organ.
Although conditions were not the best the people who pioneered this country came Tuesday and planted orchards and berry patches we had all kinds of apples summer, fall and winter, several kinds of currents, goose berries, plums, prunes, raspberries and strawberries.
My father was bishop of the Moreland Ward nearly 10 years and always encouraged us to attend church services. He always subscribed to the church's magazines which gave us good reading material. The Juvenile Instructor, Young Women's Journal, Children's Friend and Era being the most read.
The first electricity we had in the house was after we moved to Riverside, having been married 17 years.
My stepmother Aunt Nettie influenced my life a great deal. She was a good housekeeper, seamstress and a devout Latter-day Saint. She came from Sweden when but seven years of age her parents being converted to the church. Because of her I met and her nephew, Carl Leslie Williams whom I married 18th of October 1917. Our marriage has been a happy one although we were not blessed with children until 1925 when we were fortunate in being able to adopt a baby boy, William Ray and four years later a baby girl, Gwendolyn. These children have been a blessing to us. William Ray married Enid Robertson, they have seven children and Gwen married at Larry E. Wheeler and they have a boy and a girl. (Steven and Leslie Ann)
Many and varied have been my experience is as the wife of a sheep man. We have lived in a sheep camp both before we had the children and also after, taking them with us, sleeping in the car, on the ground, stuck in the mud, riding in wagons, sheep camps, buggies and cars, cooking for a large crew of men at Lambing time both on the range and in the sheds, only missing three years out of 27 years we ran sheep. We were with the sheet three summers from May until in August when the children were little living in the camps and while on the forest reserve canning huckleberries which grew in abundance. I also bottled chicken while on the forest cooking it in a tub over a campfire. When the children were old enough for school we stayed at home.
After selling the sheet in 1944 Leslie began developing desert land acquired while running sheep, irrigating it from deep Wells. These new experiences were mind, helping survey for Wells, ditches etc. We have at present (1951) Wells to irrigate about four or 5000 acres of land (28 Wells) with a much more land to develop.
We have taken many trips together, one of the first to Omaha, Nebraska. Leslie going ahead with several carloads of lamb's, I followed by train. We visited the church cemetery at Florence, Nebraska (Winter Quarters in parentheses also went to church in the mission at Council Bluff. It was here we saw and heard our first talking picture. In about 1934 we went to the world's fair in Chicago driving home a truck pulling a new car for us. In 1940 we went to the New York world's fair and visited many of the early church history scenes, Sacred Grove, Hill Cumorah, Nauvoo, Illinois, etc. We have made two trips to Carlsbad Caverns in New Mexico, Arizona and California. One of the most enjoyable trips we have made was to Cardston, Alberta, Canada when our son was there on a mission. The mission conference was held there at that time, five days of meetings all day. It was surely thrilling to hear the testimonies of the missionaries. Our friends the Hinckley's also went which helps make a very enjoyable trip. After the conference we took Bill to Victoria, British Columbia where he was transferred. That was also a beautiful trip to the northwest.
At the October conference in 1956 in Salt Lake City 500 voices from southeastern Idaho Stakes had the rare privilege of singing (Singing Mothers of Relief Society) after practicing most all summer under Sister Florence Jepperson Madison from the B.Y.U. Music staff also General Relief Society chorister. I was privileged to sing with the group. It was a most thrilling experience.
I have lived to see on television, a man land on the Moon July 20, 1969 and their safe return to the earth July 24, 1969.
One of our trips to Yellowstone Park is surely remembered. Elmer and Vera with their three children: Marsden, Vera Mae and Boyd. Also Ferris and Kenneth Sprawl (their stepson) and Leslie and I with Latha Sprawl (a stepsister) planned a trip to Yellowstone. As our car was a second hand Buick coupe, a lot of work had to be done on it to make it capable of making the trip. We were sure we could go by Friday of the week scheduled but Friday came and the car was not finished. Leslie came home from working on it Saturday night and was sure we could leave by 10:00 Monday morning. We packed our Ford, rolled up our bedding and waited for him to come so we could go. By noon we were surely anxious and kept calling the garage to see when we would go. By 5:00 PM we at last started but had to stop in Blackfoot to get the lights fixed on the car. It was almost dark when we left Blackfoot but felt we had better make a start. As we were driving out of Blackfoot we blew out a tire and had to stay and have it vulcanized making it impossible to go further. We went to the city park, pitched our tents and spent the night there, making about four or 5 miles the first day. The next day, before we reached Firth about 15 miles farther north we had to take one of our back wheels off and do some repair work on it; then we had to stop in Idaho falls about 30 miles from home to get more work done on the lights. After leaving Ashton, the fuel line got clogged and we had to spend time cleaning that out so we didn't get any farther than Warm River the second day. The third day our car ran pretty good except we had several flat tires but Elmer's car began to act out and we had to wait several hours for him to work on his, but after leaving West Yellowstone and entering the Park with broke a spring. Leslie and Elmer were able to find one in West Yellowstone that they could make do. So we stayed just inside the Park the third night. About the time we arrived we had to buy a new tire as we had had five flats. We were afraid we didn't have enough money in the bank to cover the check we gave them for the tires so we had to go home without seeing the rest of the Park. The trip home was without too much trouble but we were gone a week and didn't get to see very much of the Park. Another trip we made was much faster, we left home Saturday at about 2:00 made it the complete trip through the Park and was home Monday about 2:00. We took my father with us on that trip.
A local trip to Idaho Falls to the dedication of the L.D.S. Hospital will always be remembered in the fall of 1923. The car we had at that time was without it a top and only had half a windshield. It was a cold, rainy day, having rain most of the time we were inside. Maud, her two year old son Donald, and sister Ida wheeler was along. The seats of the car were covered with a cloth covering which soaked up the rain so Leslie went to a furniture store getting cardboard to sit on. It was surely cold coming home but we survived.
Again, in the winter 1920's, we were living in a sheep camp feeding sheep on a ranch in Thomas, Idaho. As we had been living in Moreland, we were in a mutual play which was having a rehearsal on a Sunday night after church. Again we were in an old car. It had a top but I had two hold it on Beyer wrote as the wind was blowing hard and it was snowing. We got within about 1½ miles of our camp when we were stalled in a snowdrift and had to leave the car and walked (from) our sheep camp home which surely looked and felt good to us when we arrived there around midnight and started a fire.
At the time of my recent operation I was given a blessing by my brother's Ora and Russel. My fear left me and although I waited over a week before the operation I felt calm and at peace. I felt certain of which of the procedures I wanted the Dr. to take. When he operated he found that was the one which would give me the relief necessary as there was a kinked blood vessel wrapped around the nerve in that special place in my head. 1974 age 76. I had three major operations; the last was brain surgery to correct the condition of ****** neuralgia form which I had suffered about eight years. I was operated on July 22, 1974. The operation has been successful and I want to express my appreciation to Dr. Powell and especially to our Heavenly Father for his kindness to me. Because of the administration and a blessing given by my brothers before the operation of feeling of peace and call nests was given me and I was able to make the right decision which of three ways he could operate. It happened the one choice was the only one which gave me the relief sought four. A blood vessel was kinked and wrapped around the nerve in that location which was causing the problem. The other alternatives would have failed.
My testimony, written April 29, 1975
I want to express my appreciation for the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints and my testimony of its truthfulness. It is hard to measure in time when a testimony first came to me, but feel the fact that church positions were given me early in my life has caused me to learn more about the Church and gain a testimony of its truthfulness. We had a wise father who did not force us but guided us into honorable mature persons and now at ages between 77 and 88, we are all true to the faith and our early trading.
One of the truly great testimonies of my life began when Leslie was called into the service of our country, August 1918. We both had our patriarchal blessings given by Andrew P. Benson. Leslie was promised his safe return and when he did "we would be blessed with a family". We have surely been blessed with a family who is sealed to us and have given us all the joys of family gives. We are so grateful for our children and grandchildren for beginning to take their place in the community and church service, missionaries and otherwise engaged in church work. And now we are being blessed with great grandchildren. We have five, four boys and one girl (1975).
After Leslie had gone to the army I entered school and started in the fall of 1918, thinking that I could finish school and get a teaching job should Leslie be gone very long. School closed for a crop vacation in October and at that time the boys Leslie, Billy England and Dan Smith had been able to find a place for their wives to live so sent for us to come to Palo Alto, California which was near Camp Fremont and they would be able to spend several hours in the evening each day with us, they thought. We arrived in Oakland, California on a Sunday morning and the boys were there to meet us. How happy we were to see them. Oakland was beautiful and we spent most of the day sightseeing and going to Palo Alto. We crossed the bay by boat then going by interurban to our location arriving there just in time for the boys to go back to the camp. They came to see us, Monday evening then that followed Tuesday they had been put under quarantine preparatory to being shipped out. We were surely disappointed for at first we could only contact them by mail or telephone, then we were allowed to go see them from across the road. Boys were lined up on one side and wives and sweethearts along the other side of the street. One night we were allowed to get within talking distance with a soldier on a horse going back and forth to keep them apart.
After we had been there a month the boys were shipped out to go overseas Billy and Don had influenza and was left behind and as I wanted to go back to school, I left alone to come home. The boy where we stayed went with me to San Francisco to the boat at Oakland (I'd been a very green traveler). As it was flu times we had to wear flu masks so I was decked out with my mask, winter coat, suitcase, and a sack of Grapes and started for Idaho. Upon leaving the boat, I didn't tell the conductor of the streetcar that I wanted to, go to on 16th street depot so kept going until I finally got off and was told to take another car going back on the same tract. After several cars passed be found I was on the wrong side of the road so finally got on a car but later found I was on another track going back around the Bay to San Francisco. Before I learned what I had done I found this to be the last stop. So was let off way out in the country. The car going back was located about a block or more away. By this time, I'd thrown away my Grapes and found my car which came soon after I located the place. Needless to say as soon as I got on I told the conductor where I wanted to go, he had to transfer me once again to another car going to the depot so after riding and transferring about four times since leaving the boat I landed just a few minutes before my train left for Idaho. Was I ever glad to finally get on the train. I only had to transfer at Ogden then was headed for home. When I arrived home found school was still closed because of the flu epidemic and did not open until January 1919. By that time, the war was over and we expected the boy's home so I did not go back to school. Leslie never did have to go overseas. However in mime later years I have had the privilege of taking some extension courses I have felt the need of education but have learned much through working in the Church.
Jennie's 100 year Birthday newspaper article
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A newspaper article submitted to “The Blackfoot News”, about Jennie Lindsay Williams; she turning 100 years old. This was submitted by Enid R Williams.
Jennie Lindsay Williams will be 100 years old on January 10, 1998. Although her steps have become slow and a little difficult, her mind is clear and her sense of humor has never failed her. This sense of humor has served her well throughout her many years with her husband, Carl Leslie Williams, as they were in the sheep business first and later in the business of developing new land on the Arco desert west of Blackfoot. Jennie came from hard working pioneer stock, her father, Warren Parks Lindsay and her mother, Susan Eveline Welker Lindsay being among the early settlers in the Moreland area near Blackfoot having moved there prior to Jennie’s birth, the other 5 children had been born in the Bear Lake area. Her father had partially completed a farm house in the fall of 1897 consisting of three large rooms lined with adobe when he fell ill with typhoid ans was not able to work for some time. By then it was December and very cold and when he tried to apply the adobe with the help of a neighbor it wouldn't dry and so he felt it was not safe for the arrival of the new baby and obtained wagon covers to partition off an area for the delivery. So there in the cold of an Idaho winter Jennie was welcomed into a loving family on January 10, 1898. Her mother passed away just nine months later from typhoid fever leaving a family of six children. Neighbors, John and Laura England cared for the baby until the Lindsay children could adjust and care for her. In her journal Jennie says, “the England’s treated me so well that after returning home I often ran away and went to see them and the only thing I gave them was the whooping cough.” When she was brought back home her sisters Maud and Lola took seriously the responsibilities of the home and mothering the baby Jennie, teaching her to pray and as she got older to work with others. As there was no one at home to care for her during school hours she went to school with her sisters in the one-room schoolhouse. Their father married again but his second wife died soon after and it wasn't until 1906 that they had a mother again when he married Annette S. Anderson in the Salt Lake Temple. Annette, or Aunt Netty as they called her, was an aunt to Jennie’s future husband. And so that is how they met as children when the two families visited one another. And Leslie vowed even as a young boy that he would someday marry Jennie. They were married October 18, 1917, in the Logan Temple prior to his service in the Army in World War I. Les and Jennie were unable to have children so they chose to adopt. We, their posterity, are so grateful for this. They adopted two children, Bill and Gwen. And now their posterity numbers 11 grandchildren, 52 great grandchildren and 1 great-great grandchild. The following is a poem she wrote about Mother’s Day:
This may be “Mother’s Day” with honor given
But Praise I give to my Father in Heaven
That He through his kindness gave to me’
Two lovely children, mine to be,
And through His Priesthood here on earth
They have been sealed, as though I gave them birth.
And now that they have given me the joys
Of grand-mothering their fine girls and boys,
No other mother has a fuller life than mine.
All honor given, and all the Glory Thine.
Jennie has always had an insatiable appetite for learning completing 8th grade, which was all that was offered in Moreland at that time. But because of her desires for more, a teacher, Mr. Bartlet, helped her get extra credits to second year high school. Later through her own industry and the help of her father she was able to go to the BYC in Logan for her third year high school. After she was sixty, she continued her education taking classes through extension courses in Literature, History, Humanities, Religion, and Music. She was always reading and learning and it has been a joy to hear her quote from good literature and the scriptures to her friends and family.
Music was important in the Lindsay family; Jennie’s father encouraged the children to learn an instrument. Although her private lessons were few she was able to play the piano for the local dance orchestra and she has served as organist in the various organizations of the church throughout her life. In 1956 she was able to sing with the Relief Society Chorus under the direction of Sister Florence Jepperson Madsen in General Conference and she spoke of it as “a thrilling experience.” She has also served as teacher many times and her preparation and delivery were outstanding. She served as Relief Society president at a time when it was necessary to make visits with a horse and buggy. She has always been found serving and going the extra mile, like the time she cared for a neighbor’s baby for about 6 weeks when two of the neighbor’s children were injured in an accident and the parents were unable to care for them and the baby too.
Jennie was a devoted wife, always at her husband’s side helping in the sheep camp in the early years, washing on a board for 7 years, cooking for hired men and doing whatever was necessary. In the late 1940’s when her husband began developing the desert ground she could be found surveying, irrigating, gardening, cooking for hired men, keeping the books and sometimes she even got to keep house or plant flowers. Her husband, Les, passed away March 19, 1979.
And now in her later years she is able to be in her own home through the care of a devoted friend and nurse, Leah Thompson. She enjoys conference tapes and other good videos and she especially enjoys visiting with friends and family. She is a true Latter-day Saint and we, her family, love and praise her for her faith, courage, endurance, and devotion, and for her example in all things.