Jesse Stephen Wilson

1867 - 1916

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LIFE STORY OF JESSE STEPHEN WILSON (as written in 1963 with additions dictated to Lilith during early 1977) I was born on April 22, 1899 in a house just north of our last Hillsdale home. It had formerly been occupied by David J. and Adelia W. Wilson. This assertion can only be established from exist

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Jesse Stephen Wilson

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Hillsdale Cemetery

2650 E Road
Panguitch, Garfield, Utah
United States
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ashlin2008

July 19, 2015
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Ron Haymore

June 2, 2013

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Jesse Stephen Wilson 1899-1977

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LIFE STORY OF JESSE STEPHEN WILSON (as written in 1963 with additions dictated to Lilith during early 1977) I was born on April 22, 1899 in a house just north of our last Hillsdale home. It had formerly been occupied by David J. and Adelia W. Wilson. This assertion can only be established from existing records and cannot be verified from personal recollection. My parents were Jesse Stephen Wilson and Rebecca Wilson. Their parents were George Deliverance Wilson and Martha Ann Riste and Wellington Paul Wilson and Rebecca McBride. This I can assert, they were all faithful Latter-Day Saints, and had a strong testimony of the Gospel. I am the first son and the third child in our family of six boys and four girls. We arrived in the following order: Eunice, Agnes, Jesse Stephen, Wellington Paul, George Deliverance, Rebecca, Don Carl, Rulon McBride, Calvin and Leora. One of my early childhood summers was spent on a ranch about four miles south of Hillsdale, then known as Dusetts. It is now the Lamond Heaton ranch. Both my parent's family and my Uncle Will's somehow managed to live in the two-room log cabin which is still standing. Our family next moved to the old family home on the brow of the hill, just east of Grandfather George Deliverance Wilson's sawmill. This home was built by Uncle George H. Wilson and his brothers especially for Wellington Paul and Rebecca, since they had prevailed on Uncle Paul to come to them after the death of their father, George Deliverance. Some of my earliest memories were: seeing my grandmother Rebecca come across an open cultivated field enroute home with a string of fish; and me coaxing my mother for some of the medicine she was giving to my grandmother during her last illness which occurred when I was approximately three years old. My early youth was spent in Hillsdale and many memories still linger of Church and school in the small sawed-log building that served for both purposes. Our branch belonged to the Panguitch South Ward. Uncle George H. Wilson was presiding Elder, David J. Wilson, Sunday School Superintendent and my mother Primary President. They with our teachers taught us well. We learned to love and live the Gospel. My school teachers in that one-room school were: Lula Wilson, Rachel Wilson, Lily Ivy, and Melvin Porter. There were around fifteen to twenty boys ranging in ages from five to eighteen when Mr. Porter arrived. He looked the situation over and declared, "These boys need some physical exercise", and he immediately started us building hurdles, horizontal bars, high-jumps, and he obtained a shot-put and he coached us in baseball, broad jump, races and stunt exercises. As I grew older all our summers were spent on the farm ranch two miles east of Hillsdale, which has always been known as "The Canyon". Being the oldest boy I was Father's first-hand helper and learned to drive a team at an early age. oh, I must have been eight or ten when I first learned to drive the harrow and later to plow. Dad would sing as he worked, mostly some solemncoly song like "Nelly Gray", "Annie Laurie", "Spanish Cavalier," "Swannie River", and "In the Gloaming". Here is a quote from Eunice's letter: "My fondest memories of father are about his singing. Every night was home night. He sang by the hour. He had a most beautiful voice and knew so many songs, enough to fill the evening. "Star Spangled Banner" and "Oh, My Father" were never missed." Father and I had a project of reading the Book of Mormon together while we two were at The Canyon and the rest of the family was still at Hillsdale. One night he was just finishing an interesting chapter and we were preparing to eat our bread and milk supper when I decided some of the early multiplier onions would be a good accompaniment and I said, "Dad, do you want me to go and get some Lamanites to eat with our bread and milk?" This caused much humor then and ever after. We put our milk cows up the canyon to feed. We boys had the responsibility to take them off in the morning and go get them at night in time for milking before dark. We rode a little bay pony named "Queen". He was a quick, spirited animal and jumped right out from under me several times. I recall riding him to look at Pa's traps that he had set where a cougar had killed a young horse a night or two before. As I rode up Flood Canyon through the big brush, nearing the place, suddenly he snorted, jumped and dumped me within six or eight feet of the trapped cougar. I wasn't slow in following Queen's retreat. He was good to stop and wait for his riders after spilling them. I rode back home and got Dad and his gun. The cougar was a big one - nine feet from tip to tip. On July 24, 1913, tragedy and grief upset our family as well as our friends and community because of the accidental shooting and death of my brother Wellington. It was customary for the men of the community to have a target-shooting contest and they had used a chicken coop as a place to nail the target. After several rounds of shooting, the men decided to stop and we boys always liked to dig the slugs out and went into the chicken coop for that purpose. Not knowing we were there, one of the men said, "Let's shoot another round", and Wellington was killed with the first shot which happened to have been fired by Dad. Father especially was grief stricken. Eunice writes of him - "He was never well. Since his youth he had suffered much from cramps. The doctors first blamed his appendix, but later changed their minds. His death certificate read "stricture of the bowel". His last years were sad ones. Those cramps were so hard and came with little warning. They were the dread of our life. Anyway, he was a semi-invalid, and yet between sick spells he was a hard worker. No man ever worked harder. He did so well whatever he did; for example, take his irrigation. He could take a stream of water and handle it so well it was like a picture before him, like making a painting, a form of self-expression." As a family struggling to gain a living, we suffered the tragic loss of father on November 12, 1916. To my mother and two older sisters should go the gratitude of the entire family for their courage and sacrifice in putting the family through the difficult and trying times ahead. I shouldered the main responsibility of the farm with Dill's help. Mother, my two older sisters, and the younger boys raised a garden which was always prolific, one of the best around if not the best; and that was not all she did. Here I quote Eunice - "Mother could read aloud better than anyone who ever lived. Oh, how she read to us "Dicken's" Scott's "Lady of the Lake", Shakespeare, MIA reading course books - anything we could lay our hands on. What many hours we all sat to hear Mother read. And how she loved to hike over all the hills and pick pinenuts with us. Her hands would be all covered with sticky gum. She raised us out at the loved "Canyon" home and made us very happy." The years following father's death were difficult to a degree but we were full of work and the family was happy. Summers were spent at the Canyon where grain, hay, potatoes, cattle, chickens and pigs were raised. Part of our farm was still protected by the old log fence, which had been constructed with considerable labor by our forbearers. The range cattle would find the weak spots and break into our fields and raise havoc. We would toggle it up. It would be a little better, then next thing they would be in again. I remember driving a range bull for more than a mile (on a moonlight night) to put him back up the Canyon. I had been in bed and asleep only a short time when I was awakened by mad bellering such as I never had heard before nor since. Immediately we were all up and peering over the garden fence to see two bulls in mortal combat, one pushed the other down and had him pinned under the bottom pole of the corral fence. He looked as if he would be gored to death. It really took courage to go out there in the middle of the night with a big club and drive the victor off, and again to go back and see if I could free the agonized bull from his fence trap. Dell went inside the corral to push on the critter and I, with great trepidation, grasped his tail and pulled with all my might, at the same time tensing my muscles ready to scale the pole fence should he turn on me. We finally got him dislodged. He stuck his tail between his legs and made a swift retreat bellowing as he went. We had problems with our hay harvest. Rabbits and deer were making such inroads in the haystack that we decided a barn was a must. Arrangements were made with Brother Marshall to get lumber from his mill which was located around six miles south of Hatch. With our wagon and team (a bay named Dick and old Rouse, a roan) I would get a shirt-tail of lumber at a time (a jag of about 500 feet). How well I remember the first trip I made. I camped overnight at the mill and as there was good grass, I trusted the horses to stay there, but in the morning they were gone. I don't know when I ever felt so bad. I finally found them down along the river almost to Hatch. With the help of my younger brother, we built most of the barn. When we got ready for the rafters, Uncle George came and helped us to get the right bevel on them. My schooling was scanty. I did attend Murdock Academy one year where my sisters Eunice and Agnes were. They got their teacher's certificates there and were very generous in their help with family finances. From time to time I worked on road construction with our team and scraper (a hand-made scoop). The road from the Bryce Canyon junction up to Red Canyon was the first one. Cedar Mountain road, near Duck Creek was another. One winter I drove a four-mule team for a road construction company in Nevada. We were able to dispose of potatoes quite readily, and so increased our acreage and this demanded an adequate storage place so our next project was to build a potato cellar. We designed one approximately 20 x 50 feet, having native stone walls and cedar post roof. The posts were covered with straw and then gravel. It is still in use. Lilith has asked me how we ever got those larger stones in place, and I wonder now. Our equipment was the team and lizard (planking nailed across poles which could be pulled by a team) plus manpower. One winter I went with Dimick Huntington, a successful trapper, on a trapping expedition on the Colorado River. We took a wooden boat (all precut) and assembled it on the river bank. Lon Fallis was the third party member. As to amassing a fortune - we did not; but had some interesting experiences. My church activities began early. I was in the Presidency in the Aaronic Priesthood quorums and a ward teacher. Then after Hillsdale Branch was transferred to Hatch Ward in 1924, I was asked to join the ward choir and be on the Ward recreation committee. I readily accepted since Lilith was already affiliated with both. In 1927, Bishop Barnhurst asked me out of the clear blue "Why don't you go a mission?" "I wish I could". Somehow I did, and to my mother and brothers and sisters who made this possible goes my everlasting gratitude. My mission was to Eastern Canada and many choice experiences still linger in my memory, and some not so choice, as this one: One day my companion and I were traveling in the country and were hot, dry, and dirty when we came upon a beautiful lake in the woods. With one accord we proceeded to disrobe and go for a swim, whereupon we discerned two men on the opposite side of the lake gesticulating and shouting wildly. Surmising that we were somehow in error, we hastened to don our clothing and go on our way. We had only proceeded a short distance when we came upon this sign: "St. John Municipal Water Supply." I wrote this choice experience to Lilith on stationery with Joseph Smith Farm pictures and letterhead " . . . You can easily guess where I am by the letterhead and I shall always count in a very great privilege to have been here. We stayed at the Cumorah Farm one night and last night at the Prophet's home where the first part of the Book of Mormon was translated and had the wonderful opportunity of sleeping in the Prophet's own bedroom where the Angel Moroni visited him. I haven't words to describe these experiences. We visited all of the places of interest here, including Hill Cumorah, Sacred Grove, etc. It has all been very wonderful, even more than I expected. Elder Comish and I are making this trip on the highway, and though it involved a lot of walking, we certainly felt well paid. Before we get back to Vermont, we will have traveled over 500 miles on this trip alone, via missionary special. For the past two months I have labored in Vermont and New Hampshire traveling almost the length and breadth of both states. My special work has been looking up old friends and saints who are so widely scattered that many of them have not been in contact with the church or missionaries for three or more years. During this time I have visited the Memorial Farm where the Prophet Joseph Smith was born. It was on the July 24 celebration and we had a wonderful time. It is one of the loveliest spots I was ever in and the Smith family living at the farm are my ideal of what a Mormon family ought to be. Of course they should be, for Brother Smith is a grandson of the Prophet's brother, Hyrum. Both Palmyra and the Smith farm in Vermont seem to hold some special appeal to missionaries, for among there many visitors they top the list." Extracts from missionary journal: "Monday, October 3rd, 1927 Arrived at missionary home about 9:30. Registered and was shown to room. Recd. physical exam which required about all forenoon. Lost about 5 to 8 dollars from clothes in the process. Attended meeting at 2 o'clock where we recd. very good instructions from Bro. LeRoy Snow. Went downtown and purchased a few articles of wearing apparel from Cutlers. Attended another good meeting at 8 o'clock p.m. "Tuesday, October 4th Two minutes late for devotional which was held at 7 a.m. Went to Salt Lake Temple at 8 a.m. where we (69 missionaries) went through Temple. Ate lunch at 3 p.m. at Hotel Utah Cafeteria (will know better next time). Came to room and wrote to Mother. Missionaries were all shown through Beehive House by lady in charge there. From there they went to YMIA Headquarters where they were instructed in MIA work by Sister Beesley. From MIA offices they proceeded to Mission home where they were given a class in English grammar (please note it hasn't taken affect yet). 6:15 dined at Whitehall Cafe. Attended night meeting, speaker David O. McKay. He talked on honesty, being true, and chastity. It was very good. Wednesday, October 5th Attended devotional at 7; conducted by Pres. leRoy Snow. He told us of missionary experiences and mistakes that other missionaries have made that we might profit by. Attended 9: o clock meeting. One speaker Adam S. Bennion on How We got the Bible. Visited down town for about 40 minutes. Went over to Deseret Gym with about 30 other Elders for exercises and basketball. This was part of regular schedules. Mark 84-25 Friday, October 7th First day of conference. Opening remarks by Pres. Heber J. Grant. Both meetings very good. Principal themes - appeal to church members to obey, honor and sustain the law. After meeting Sat. afternoon Ellis and I were taken by Bishop Barnhurst for an auto ride through the city. We also visited Liberty Park and from there were taken out to dinner by the Bishop. We also attended the concert given in the evening by the Tabernacle Choir. Tuesday, October 11 We were set apart for our missions today. We were also presented to the First Presidency and received some very good instructions from them. Thursday, October 13 The last class day at the Mission Home. Very fine class conducted by Bro. Melvin J. Ballard. Sub. D&C, Sec. 1. Other very fine classes, especially one on singing by Prof. Stephens and the last class of the course by Bro. David O. McKay. Friday 14 Day of departure to mission field. Spent most of day in preparation. Left S.L.C. at 9: p.m. on U. P. Saturday 15 & Sunday 16 Long, tiresome ride through Wyoming and Nebraska. Very interesting and new though. Beautiful country. Arrived in Chicago about 4:30 p.m. After almost two days and night on train. Did not have opportunity for much sightseeing in Chicago on 17 and 18. Left Chicago for Buffalo, N.Y. at 4:50. All night ride to Buffalo. Arrived in Buffalo at 7:30 Tuesday. Were met at station by gentleman who advised us to see Niagara Falls and go to Toronto from there. Went by street car line from Buffalo to Niagara Falls. Visited Falls and crossed bridge intending to go by bus to Toronto. Were stopped by Canadian Custom officials and after being thoroughly questioned were rejected and deported. Will follow instructions next time. Wednesday 19 Arose early to meet the rest of the company at the R.R. station. Went with them to Niagara and visited custom officer again (nothing doing). He advised us that our only chance was to appeal to Canadian Officer at Ottawa. We wrote to this officer, also to mission headquarters in Toronto. Also wired Bro. Harold G. Reynolds at S.L.C. and explaining our predicament and asking for instructions. Received reply directing us to missionaries in Buffalo and advising us that it might be necessary to remain in Buffalo a few days. Went out and located missionaries who proved to be two lady missionaries. Spent a very enjoyable evening with them. Thursday 20 Moved from Hotel Washington to rooming house on Huron St. Had a very enjoyable visit with Miss Bushman (one of the missionaries). Went to Bro. Chambers who is presiding Elder of Buffalo Branch. Had a piece of pie and with he and his family attended a joint session of the Relief Society and Priesthood. Enjoyed very much the fine spirit of the Saints here in Buffalo. Oh yes, received another wire this time from Canadian Mission asking for details why we were rejected. We had already given them all we could. Friday 21 Went down to Hotel Washington and learned that a message or call had come in. Prop. of Hotel supposed it to be a telegram. We spent about 4 hours trying to trace this message. Finally thinking it might be important and not being able to get any trace of it we wired to Canadian Mission telling them we didn't get the message and giving them our new address. We were invited to Chambers for supper and when we arrived, there was a letter awaiting us from Toronto telling us that they were working to get us into Canada and advising us to work with missionaries here meanwhile. Sunday October 23 Attended the Buffalo Branch Sunday School. Enjoyed it very much, especially the music. Were asked to go out in the country and administer to two of the Saints (ladies) who lived there. Found them anxiously waiting and glad to see us. Was impressed by the faith of these sisters. Were the guests of Bro. and Sister Anderson Sunday afternoon. Attended meeting in the evening where we were asked to speak. Enjoyed the meeting very well after we had finished speaking. Monday Oct 24 Went up to Chambers at 10:00 (no mail). Visited shipyards and other places of interest until 3: when we went out to Andersons by invitation. We spent the evening visiting Niagara Falls. The sight of these falls under the high power spotlights with there different color combinations, which are continually changing, is a sight never to be forgotten. Tuesday, November 8 Received a telephone call this morning from Pres. Hart. Told us he had written us about ten days ago. Sent my money and advised us to go and apply again to enter Canada. We went to post office and learned that this letter had been sent back to Toronto. We came back to our room and I called Pres. Hart. I learned that he had just recd. said letter and was sending it to me together with other letters from home. Hope to get through tomorrow. Wednesday, November 9 Did not get mail until three o'clock. Recd. letters OK. we were successful in getting through today. Were treated very well by custom officers. Conversed with them on Mormonism and promised to send them a Book of Mormon. Arrived in Toronto about 10:00 p.m. where we met Pres. Hart and a number of the elders. Stayed at mission home. Thursday, Nov. 10 Hurried to catch train. Rode all day through beautiful farming and timber country. Arrived in Montreal at 5:10 p.m. Left Montreal for St. John at 7:00 p.m. Rode all night through beautiful forests, woodlands, farming districts, etc. Friday 11 Morning finds us about halfway through Maine still in this same beautiful type of country. About 10:00 a.m. we cross into the Province of New Brunswick. Arrived at St. John at 11:45 a.m. Went immediately to the abode of Pres. Armstrong and companion. Recd. instructions from Pres. Armstrong. Saturday Nov. 12 Attended Priesthood meeting together with Elders. Elders Beecher, Purser and myself visited Sister Baun and were guests to her home for supper. Sunday Nov. 13 It was announced in Sunday School that Elders Beecher and Wilson would talk in the evening meeting. We (the four Elders) were the guests of Sister Baun again this afternoon for supper. Meeting was very good this evening. All four of us had a turn preaching. Monday Nov. 14 Left for Fredricton at 7:15 with Pres. Armstrong. Fredricton is about 65 miles up the St. John river. Were met at the station by Elders Grover and Durham. Tuesday, Nov. 15 Elder Durham left for St. John. I am staying in his place with Elder Grover. We came to Woodstock today to visit investigators. Rode up with our landlord and wife. Wednesday, Nov. 16 Walked out of Woodstock a mile or two on our way to ferry. Were picked up there by two gentlemen whom we rode with to said ferry. We gave them a brief history of our Church and told them what we believed in. Walked to ferry and shouted to ferryman on the other side. Succeeded in finding our friends, Mr. and Mrs. Fred Manuel without difficulty. Spent enjoyable evening with them. Thursday Nov. 17 Walked about 5 miles on the way to Fredericton arrived about 2:00. Were lucky to get a ride most of the way. Spent remainder of day getting a new boarding place and room. Moved to our new room on 279 Brunswick St. Monday 21 Nov. First real day of tracting. Had some interesting experiences and conversations. Met people who were very friendly, who were openly hostile, and all the way in between. Wednesday 23rd Recd. letter from mother yesterday. Spent forenoon in studying, afternoon in tracting. We had a fine visit with a Baptist Minister, left with him Book of Mormon and some pamphlets. Recd. letter from Dill tonight. Sunday Dec 4th Conference today. Had some fine meetings, Pres. Hart was principal speaker. He was somewhat disappointed in attendance. December From conference went to Fredericton, N.B. Labored in Fredricton for two weeks till holidays. Stayed at Mrs. Waterhouse's place. Spent time in tracting, visiting, studying, etc. Went to Saint John for holidays. Elder Grover went on to Halifax. The five of us elders, Armstrong, Durham, Purser, Beecher, and I were in Saint John for two weeks during holidays. Had some fine visits with saints, also fine meetings. Was privileged to speak in meetings twice during holidays. Ate Christmas dinner at Browns. January 1928 Came back to Fredericton with Elder Grover. Weather very cold. Did some tracting during January, some visiting, and more studying. Finished reading "Vitality of Mormonism", :The Exiles", "Saturday Night Thoughts" and "Book of Mormon". February Elder Grover was transferred to Nova Scotia and Elder Durham came up from Saint John to labor with me. Still cold but we were able to do some tracting. Also had some fine visits with friends. Spent a week in Woodstock and Lower Southhampton with friends. Enjoyed the trip very much and resolved to return again to Southhampton and hold some meetings with our friends there. Returned to Fredericton Tuesday, Feb. 14th. Have done some tracting since returning and a lot of studying. February 21 Plenty cold day. Recd. letter and check book from Dill today. Also letter from a girl friend. Had fine visit with elderly couple on Saint John Street. 22nd Spent most of day studying. Have read the D. and C. about five hours this evening. Made a visit to one of Elder Durham's friends and placed a Book of Mormon (Mr. Briggs). During the last six months of my mission I was District President, it is comparable to what Zone Leader is now. All during my mission there was a choice girl in my mind. I had a constant prayer in my mind that she would wait for me and, not only that but that she would have me when I returned. I was able to persuade her, and 32 years and 13 children later I look back on the happiest period of my life. The first time I remember seeing her she had ridden Old Teddy over to our Canyon home on an errand. Her brown hair was in two big braids, she had beautiful brown eyes and rosy cheeks and it came to me "She is the girl for me". Home from my mission in the fall of 1929, I did a lot of pondering about devising to increase my financial capabilities and finally settled upon the idea of a saw mill in Wilson Canyon. There was an old steam engine available near Monroe. We purchased it, dubbed it "Old Geronimo". Elliot Barney helped me drive it part way home as he had had previous experience with a steam engine. Don and Rulon helped by gathering wood in a pickup for fuel. We drove it all the way to Wilson Canyon by its own slow power. It took the better part of 2 weeks to come 80 miles. In the spring of 1930 Lilith was back from Dixie College, living at Grandview farm some four miles south of Wilson Canyon. It is remarkable how numerous and varied means were found to negotiate this short distance. Eight miles round trip, just a short little hike for the evening. To make a short story long, we were married in the Saint George Temple, April 22, 1931 on my birthday, so that I could remember when it occurred. The next four or five years were very happy ones. With my brothers, we had built a sawmill at Wilson Canyon and worked together as "Wilson Bros. Sawmill". Our little 2-room cabin was built with the first lumber we sawed. We first lived with my family at Wilson Canyon. That winter we spent with Lilith's folks at Hatch where Russell was born February 9, 1932. The next August we moved into our cabin sans doors and windows. Virginia and Lloyd were welcome to our family April 30, 1933, and July 27, 1935, both born in our cabin at Wilson Canyon. Our sawmill operation was fairly successful, but I had dreams of a bigger and more efficient sawmill located at Hatch. Lilith asked why I wanted to leave the Wilson Bros. Mill since it was adequately employing the Wilson Bros. My reply - "Just think of what a bigger mill would mean? How many more men could work and how much good would come of it?" At the end of this period (Spring of 1936) we moved to Hatch and initiated the building of a larger sawmill which has been the cause of much toil and tribulation, and the means of our livelihood, directly or indirectly, ever since. We called it Mammoth Lumber Co. It was a partnership with Jess Wilson, Pres.; B.H. Harrison, Secy.; Dill Wilson, Ellis Wilson, Elliot Barney, M.H. Barnhurst & Eldon L. Porter participating. With borrowed money, we obtained machinery from many sources - anyplace we could fine needed equipment. Boilers came from an old cheese factory in Logan. By summer of 1937 we were operating efficiently and had added a planer with shed and office and it looked like smooth sailing; then suddenly B.H. Harrison died of a heart attack and I was laid up with back trouble and went to Richfield for treatment. Can you imagine the impact when I was informed by a well-meaning friend, Ed Lewis, that Mammoth Lumber Co. had burned to the ground (July 7, 1939). All this is less than a week. But we were not liked. Some members pulled out. We reorganized with Eldon Porter, Ellis Wilson, Early Sawyer, Orlas Riggs, Wiley Huntington, John Barnhurst, John Meecham, Garth Heap and myself with L.L. Porter, Secretary. We got advice and a loan from the Church cooperative security Assn. to rebuild. Eldon and I set out to find the needed equipment; in Salt Lake City we were advised to go to Portland where good used sawmill machinery was available, so we drove straight through, taking turns driving day and night. By the time we reached Portland at nightfall on the second day, we were ready to turn in and stopped at the first motel we saw. We tumbled right into bed. In the middle of the night, we were awakened by a terrible shaking and siren shrieks. I immediately recognized it as an approaching train, but Eldon had never slept where one was an jumped wildly out of bed and with pants in hand said, "Jess, Jess get up and get out of here, that darned thing is going to run right over us". I restrained him as the freight train lumbered within a few feet of the door. Our slumbers were disturbed several more times that night. When morning came and we surveyed the situation, we found that a second railroad track was within two blocks of us. I now quote from a letter I wrote Lilith, "This morning have been negotiating with General Mach Co. with the aid of Pres. Bean of the Portland Stake. We are very pleased with the American #4 Mill and finished the deal. The freight will be cut in half by shipping with some Church Welfare stuff to Salt Lake City." The Church Welfare program supplied us with commodities to subsist upon. The men accepted a pittance of cash, what commodities they needed, and waited for the balance. Prices at that time were: flour $2.65 a 100, cereal 10 lb. for 35 cents, sugar 10 lbs for 65 cents; carrots and onions 1 cent per lb; canned goods 9 through 16 cents per can, except for red salmon and raspberries at 20 cents. One morning in 1948 a bombshell exploded. It was in the form of three men who "having authority" called at our home and when the door was opened in response to their knock, their leader in the form of Stake President A.L. Elmer, ignited the fuse thusly, "Well, there's no need of beating around the bush, we want you to be Bishop of the Hatch Ward". The next eleven years were spent between sawmill, livelihood, Bishop responsibilities, family life best part. By the end of this period all of our family were here -- all thirteen very choice people. At present we have four who have fulfilled missions, Russell, Virginia, Lloyd and Richard, with Wayne still in the field. Through all the struggles of raising a family, gaining a livelihood and sending children to school and on missions, it has been wonderful. Jess's history, either written or dictated by him ends here as he had increasing difficulty with speech, so I will add some: The lowest yearly payroll for all Mammoth Lumber Company employees after rebuilding was in 1941 -- $6,492.00. The highest in 1956, $62,200.00. This was the last year the sawmill operated. Crofts Pearson Industries persuaded Eldon that the thing to do was shut down Mammoth Lumber Co. sawmill and devote the entire time to logging. Jess very reluctantly went along (after Eldon proposed that he and Jess split their ownership and he take the logging equipment and Jess the sawmill). Eldon developed leukemia and had to retire. Prices for logging fell. Russell had back problems and Jess developed Parkinsons disease. So they sold the logging equipment to C.P.I., except for one cat, which we kept to use at Wilson Canyon. Jess spent 6 weeks in L.D.S. Hospital in the summer of 1970 to get experimental treatment for Parkinsonism with L-Dopa. It did help, but his health continued to deteriorate. Our love and appreciation for each other seemed to grow as his health declined. He was so chagrined and embarrassed over having to be helped so much; yet "eternally grateful" as he put it. The summer of 1971 and the building of the Cabin at Wilson Canyon was a memorable one for him. He often spoke of it and our happy days spent there together. Kent, Hugh, Karl, Robert and Carolyn all joined our missionary force. Church positions not already mentioned: Teacher for Priests, Adult Sunday School and M.I.A. classes, M.I.A. and Sunday School superintendent; Counselor in Stake High Priest Quorum, Chairman of Stake Genealogical Committee and Home Teacher. He was Garfield Co. G.O.P. delegate to the state convention several years; ran for State Legislature - missed by small margin. Soon after Garkane brought electricity to Hatch, he and Neil Clove spearheaded the Hatch Water System. He donated the land for the location of the well and storage tank. Our home already had a modern bathroom by installation of an electric pump in the well. It was the first one in town. Hobbies: Fishing, hunting, gardening, prospecting, singing, and playing the trumpet, Aaronic Priesthood outings and trips to basketball games at B.Y.U. He and his counselors were known as the "Singing Bishopric". He always assumed his rightful position as head of his family. He was firm yet loving and exceptionally appreciative. He would never allow any of his family to speak disrespectfully or cross to anyone, especially me. He was the easiest man in the world to cook for and was generous with his appreciation. Never once can I remember of him complaining about food. He liked whole wheat bread and would look at freshly baked loaves and say "What a beautiful sight" or "Isn't that a sight for sore eyes" or "What more could a man want." We even finished up the sauerkraut. He had a keen sense of humor, a sparkle in his eyes, and an unforgettable smile. He was a faithful Latter-Day Saint, devoted to L.D.S. principles and put church work first. When he became Bishop and was expected to be at Saturday meetings in Stake or Region, his boys lost their first-day fishing or hunting partner. He was always a sweetheart to me; remembered me with various gifts - sometimes a rock he had found while watering, some wild flowers; a new set of china, a new dress after new babies, a set of oak chairs which he said would last my lifetime; a watch, and a new wedding ring for "my sweetheart". For 46 years we were privileged to be together, raise our family with pride, joy and love. Outline of Talk Given by Jess Wilson in Father's Day Program in Sunday School "What My Son Means to Me" I have 8 sons, two who have filled missions, 2 priests, 1 teacher, and 1 deacon. Temptations of young men to miss Priesthood Recently my youngest son watched us as we filed out the door to go to Priesthood Meeting, and turning to his mother said, "Mom, when can I go to Priesthood with Dad?" What better reason could I have to live to be a good example? Recently another son handing me his report card said "Dad, here's my report card. It is bad again. What do you think is wrong with me - heredity or environment?" Heredity is established at birth. I feel that none of us would admit ours is not good. Environment we can do something about. I expect my sons to believe that they have both a good heritage and environment, and if environment is not just right, to do something about it. Marks on a report card can be controlled. We make our own. ONE OF EUNICE'S MEMORIES OF CHILDHOOD Our parents demanded obedience - they were quite strict with us. I remember the worst licking I ever got and I deserved it too. It was when we were living in that old house down there by the road. They were trying to get Jess to go outside for something. It was dark and he was scared. They just worked and worked and worked to get him to go outside. When he finally went to go out, I just went down on all fours and went crawling after him. Boy - that was the maddest father and mother ever were at me. He just screamed and ran. Oh - he was awful little. I guess maybe about four years old. I was three years older; if he was four that would make me seven. I know I was plenty big enough I should have known better.

BIOGRAPHY OF JESSE STEPHEN WILSON

Contributor: ashlin2008 Created: 3 years ago Updated: 3 years ago

            Jesse Stephen Wilson was born 1 August 1867 in Scipio, Millard, Utah Territory to George Deliverance and Martha Ann Riste Wilson. He was baptized into the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints on 1 January 1876 at the age of 8.             His mother, Martha Ann Riste, was born in Derby, Derbyshire, England on 23 September 1840 to James Thomas and Mary Riste. James was a bricklayer.  Mary’s father, John Richards was very much opposed to her marriage to James because of his financial setting.  John was a very rich man.  She also had two brothers,James, who died at the age of 21, Hyrum, and two sisters, Myrah and Lavina.             When the Mormon missionaries went to England they met and converted James and Mary and the two girls.  Martha Ann was baptized 13 February 1852.  Martha was a beautiful singer and sang for Queen Victoria in England. She would sing at many of the meetings which the Mormon Elders arranged.              His grandfather, John Richards tried to get Mary and James to forsake their religion and stay in their native land, but James Thomas came to America in 1853 on the ship Falcon and worked to send money to bring his family.  He settled in Santaquin, Utah, Utah Territory.   During the year, before they sailed to America, Mary’s father died.  Mary went to the house the day the will was read. The will stated, “if Mary would give up her religion and stay in England that she would have half the estate.” Mary listened as the lawyer read the will.  Everyone waited for her answer.  Finally she jumped to her feet and cried,“Let my father keep his money.  I’m going to America.”             His grandmother, Mary, with her daughters Lavina and Martha Ann, worked to help earn their money for their trip to America. They sailed on the ship Juventa and arrived in the New York harbor some time in 1855 after some stormy six weeks on the ocean. The captain said it was the worst storm he had ever seen and if it had not been for the Mormons and their prayers, the ship surely would have gone down.  During the trip, Martha Ann fell, striking her back on a large pole. She spent the rest of her voyage in bed.              They headed west after their arrival.  They were in the Milo Andrus Company,leaving 4 August 1855 from the outfitting area of Mormon Grove, Kansas, which was near Atchison.  They came to Utah with the assistance of the Perpetual Emigration Fund.  There were 461 individuals in the company.  They were the last company to head west for the season.  Captain Andrus wrote in his journal that they had a “scanty number of experienced men which caused a great burden on him.”  They were also lacking broke cattle and drivers.             His mother, Martha told how they had to tie a rope around her mother’s waist and then to the back of the wagon when they crossed the Mississippi and other large rivers to keep them from being washed away and drowned.  Lavina and Martha Ann walked all the way across the plains to Utah.  They would walk each day and pick up buffalo chips and carry them in their big aprons to burn on the fire at night.  Martha was often asked by the group to sing her inspiring songs at night around the campfire.  The company was unable to go on when they reached the Green River and waited for help from Salt Lake because most of the men, women, and children were almost barefoot and destitute of clothing.  They crossed the Sweetwater River on October 4, 1855 with three inches of snow on the ground and it snowed hard all that day.  They arrived in the Salt Lake valley on 24 October 1855.   Mary and the two girls had to travel to Santaquin after reaching the valley because that’s where James was living.             His mother, Martha Ann, married George Deliverance Wilson on 21 September 1856 in the Endowment House in Salt Lake City, Salt Lake, Utah Territory.  George was born 28 December 1807 in Shelburne, Chittenden, Vermont to Deliverance Jr. and Lovina Fairchild Wilson.  He had joined the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints on 1 August 1834 at the age of 26, being baptized by Oliver Cowdery.  He was ordained a Seventy in August 1836 by Lyman Sherman.                His father George Deliverance, married Mary Ellen Johnson on 7 February 1842 in Nauvoo, Hancock, Illinois.  They had two boys.  Mary Ellen died giving birth to the youngest, who also died.  He asked his mother-in-law, Julia Hills Johnson to care for his only living child. He came with the Uriah Curtis Company in 1852.  He was a member of the Mormon Battalion and ended up with the sick detachment to Pueblo,Colorado.  The child was still with his in-laws when they got to Utah.   He took his son David to live with him in a house that he and two other men had secured to live in and there he and David lived for some time.  He was 48 years old when he married Martha Ann.  She was just 16.             George Deliverance was a Mill Wright and helped to build up southern Utah.  He built mills and sawed timber for homes all through southern Utah.  To this union were eleven children born, plus David Johnson Wilson born 7 June 1843 to George Deliverance and Mary Ellen.  He was a half-brother to the eleven.   Mary was born 6 May 1857 in Santaquin, Utah, Utah Territory; George Hyrum was born 4 October 1858 also in Santaquin.  From there they moved to Mount Pleasant, Sanpete, Utah Territory.  Martha Ann was born 29 July 1860 and James William was born 28 November 1862. Joseph Dill was born 12 December 1864 in Monroe, Sevier, Utah Territory.              Jesse Stephen was born 1 August 1867 in Scipio, Millard, Utah Territory.  Levinah Emeline was born 14 April 1870 in Overton, Lincoln, Nevada; Davis Israel was born 31 August 1872 in Panguitch,Garfield, Utah Territory.  The last three children were born in Hillsdale, Garfield, Utah Territory.  John Thomas was born 7 April 1876; Sarah Ann was born 31 May 1878; and Elen Almira was born 6 April 1880.              At one point his mother had become very weary of moving so many times.  She felt she could not continue any longer.  When her husband talked of moving she stormed back at him, “George, if you go, you’ll go alone for I shan’t go with you.  I’m not a goin’ to pick up an’ leave our ‘ome and drag our children off in the back woods again.”  He said nothing, but continued to pack.  She told him again she wouldn’t go.  He packed up the wagons and came into the house and started gathering up his clothes and personal belongings.  She watched him sadly, convinced he would go it alone then said, “George ‘ave you got a good place fixed for my box?” And they were off again.              When George was 79 years old, he passed away early in the morning on 18 October 1887.  He got the children up to start working, then sat down in his chair to read the scriptures and slipped away,leaving Martha with nine children still in the home to finish raising them alone.  George was buried 20 October 188 7in the Hillsdale Cemetery, Garfield, Utah Territory.  Martha Ann died 8 October 1915 in Hillsdale, Garfield,Utah at the age of 76.  She was buried 10 October 1915 in the Hillsdale Cemetery.              Jesse Stephen was married to Keziah Rebecca or “Becky” Wilson on 6 October 1895 in Hillsdale, Garfield, Utah Territory at the age of 28.       They were sealed on 21 October 1896 in the Manti Temple, Manti, Sanpete, Utah. Becky was born 19 September 1868 in Saint Thomas, Lincoln, Nevada to Wellington Paul and Rebecca McBride Wilson.   She was baptized 17 August 1878 at the age of nine.  She was 27 when they married.             They had ten children, four girls andsix boys, the first two were born in Panguitch, Garfield, Utah.  Eunice Allie was born 27 March 1896 and MaryAgnes was born 30 September 1897.  They moved to Hillsdale, Garfield, Utah where the rest of the children were born.             Jesse Stephen Jr. was born 22 April 1899; Wellington Paul was born 28 April 1901;George Deliverance was born 12 August 1903; Rebecca was born 30 July 1905; Don Carl was born 18 April 1907; Rulon McBride was born 6 March 1909; Calvin wasborn 25 November 1910; and Leora was born 2 May 1913.              Jesse Stephen died 12 November 1916 at the age of 49 from an intestinal obstruction in Hillsdale and was buried 14 November 1916 in Hillsdale, Garfield, Utah.  Becky died 14 July 1969 in Richfield, Sevier,Utah at the age of 100 and was buried 17 July 1969 in Hillsdale, Garfield,Utah. 

Life Story of Jesse Stephen Wilson

Contributor: ashlin2008 Created: 3 years ago Updated: 3 years ago

LIFE STORY OF JESSE STEPHEN WILSON (as written in 1963 with additions dictated to Lilith during early 1977) I was born on April 22, 1899 in a house just north of our last Hillsdale home. It had formerly been occupied by David J. and Adelia W. Wilson. This assertion can only be established from existing records and cannot be verified from personal recollection. My parents were Jesse Stephen Wilson and Rebecca Wilson. Their parents were George Deliverance Wilson and Martha Ann Riste and Wellington Paul Wilson and Rebecca McBride. This I can assert, they were all faithful Latter-Day Saints, and had a strong testimony of the Gospel. I am the first son and the third child in our family of six boys and four girls. We arrived in the following order: Eunice, Agnes, Jesse Stephen, Wellington Paul, George Deliverance, Rebecca, Don Carl, Rulon McBride, Calvin and Leora. One of my early childhood summers was spent on a ranch about four miles south of Hillsdale, then known as Dusetts. It is now the Lamond Heaton ranch. Both my parent's family and my Uncle Will's somehow managed to live in the two-room log cabin which is still standing. Our family next moved to the old family home on the brow of the hill, just east of Grandfather George Deliverance Wilson's sawmill. This home was built by Uncle George H. Wilson and his brothers especially for Wellington Paul and Rebecca, since they had prevailed on Uncle Paul to come to them after the death of their father, George Deliverance. Some of my earliest memories were: seeing my grandmother Rebecca come across an open cultivated field enroute home with a string of fish; and me coaxing my mother for some of the medicine she was giving to my grandmother during her last illness which occurred when I was approximately three years old. My early youth was spent in Hillsdale and many memories still linger of Church and school in the small sawed-log building that served for both purposes. Our branch belonged to the Panguitch South Ward. Uncle George H. Wilson was presiding Elder, David J. Wilson, Sunday School Superintendent and my mother Primary President. They with our teachers taught us well. We learned to love and live the Gospel. My school teachers in that one-room school were: Lula Wilson, Rachel Wilson, Lily Ivy, and Melvin Porter. There were around fifteen to twenty boys ranging in ages from five to eighteen when Mr. Porter arrived. He looked the situation over and declared, "These boys need some physical exercise", and he immediately started us building hurdles, horizontal bars, high-jumps, and he obtained a shot-put and he coached us in baseball, broad jump, races and stunt exercises. As I grew older all our summers were spent on the farm ranch two miles east of Hillsdale, which has always been known as "The Canyon". Being the oldest boy I was Father's first-hand helper and learned to drive a team at an early age. oh, I must have been eight or ten when I first learned to drive the harrow and later to plow. Dad would sing as he worked, mostly some solemncoly song like "Nelly Gray", "Annie Laurie", "Spanish Cavalier," "Swannie River", and "In the Gloaming". Here is a quote from Eunice's letter: "My fondest memories of father are about his singing. Every night was home night. He sang by the hour. He had a most beautiful voice and knew so many songs, enough to fill the evening. "Star Spangled Banner" and "Oh, My Father" were never missed." Father and I had a project of reading the Book of Mormon together while we two were at The Canyon and the rest of the family was still at Hillsdale. One night he was just finishing an interesting chapter and we were preparing to eat our bread and milk supper when I decided some of the early multiplier onions would be a good accompaniment and I said, "Dad, do you want me to go and get some Lamanites to eat with our bread and milk?" This caused much humor then and ever after. We put our milk cows up the canyon to feed. We boys had the responsibility to take them off in the morning and go get them at night in time for milking before dark. We rode a little bay pony named "Queen". He was a quick, spirited animal and jumped right out from under me several times. I recall riding him to look at Pa's traps that he had set where a cougar had killed a young horse a night or two before. As I rode up Flood Canyon through the big brush, nearing the place, suddenly he snorted, jumped and dumped me within six or eight feet of the trapped cougar. I wasn't slow in following Queen's retreat. He was good to stop and wait for his riders after spilling them. I rode back home and got Dad and his gun. The cougar was a big one - nine feet from tip to tip. On July 24, 1913, tragedy and grief upset our family as well as our friends and community because of the accidental shooting and death of my brother Wellington. It was customary for the men of the community to have a target-shooting contest and they had used a chicken coop as a place to nail the target. After several rounds of shooting, the men decided to stop and we boys always liked to dig the slugs out and went into the chicken coop for that purpose. Not knowing we were there, one of the men said, "Let's shoot another round", and Wellington was killed with the first shot which happened to have been fired by Dad. Father especially was grief stricken. Eunice writes of him - "He was never well. Since his youth he had suffered much from cramps. The doctors first blamed his appendix, but later changed their minds. His death certificate read "stricture of the bowel". His last years were sad ones. Those cramps were so hard and came with little warning. They were the dread of our life. Anyway, he was a semi-invalid, and yet between sick spells he was a hard worker. No man ever worked harder. He did so well whatever he did; for example, take his irrigation. He could take a stream of water and handle it so well it was like a picture before him, like making a painting, a form of self-expression." As a family struggling to gain a living, we suffered the tragic loss of father on November 12, 1916. To my mother and two older sisters should go the gratitude of the entire family for their courage and sacrifice in putting the family through the difficult and trying times ahead. I shouldered the main responsibility of the farm with Dill's help. Mother, my two older sisters, and the younger boys raised a garden which was always prolific, one of the best around if not the best; and that was not all she did. Here I quote Eunice - "Mother could read aloud better than anyone who ever lived. Oh, how she read to us "Dicken's" Scott's "Lady of the Lake", Shakespeare, MIA reading course books - anything we could lay our hands on. What many hours we all sat to hear Mother read. And how she loved to hike over all the hills and pick pinenuts with us. Her hands would be all covered with sticky gum. She raised us out at the loved "Canyon" home and made us very happy." The years following father's death were difficult to a degree but we were full of work and the family was happy. Summers were spent at the Canyon where grain, hay, potatoes, cattle, chickens and pigs were raised. Part of our farm was still protected by the old log fence, which had been constructed with considerable labor by our forbearers. The range cattle would find the weak spots and break into our fields and raise havoc. We would toggle it up. It would be a little better, then next thing they would be in again. I remember driving a range bull for more than a mile (on a moonlight night) to put him back up the Canyon. I had been in bed and asleep only a short time when I was awakened by mad bellering such as I never had heard before nor since. Immediately we were all up and peering over the garden fence to see two bulls in mortal combat, one pushed the other down and had him pinned under the bottom pole of the corral fence. He looked as if he would be gored to death. It really took courage to go out there in the middle of the night with a big club and drive the victor off, and again to go back and see if I could free the agonized bull from his fence trap. Dell went inside the corral to push on the critter and I, with great trepidation, grasped his tail and pulled with all my might, at the same time tensing my muscles ready to scale the pole fence should he turn on me. We finally got him dislodged. He stuck his tail between his legs and made a swift retreat bellowing as he went. We had problems with our hay harvest. Rabbits and deer were making such inroads in the haystack that we decided a barn was a must. Arrangements were made with Brother Marshall to get lumber from his mill which was located around six miles south of Hatch. With our wagon and team (a bay named Dick and old Rouse, a roan) I would get a shirt-tail of lumber at a time (a jag of about 500 feet). How well I remember the first trip I made. I camped overnight at the mill and as there was good grass, I trusted the horses to stay there, but in the morning they were gone. I don't know when I ever felt so bad. I finally found them down along the river almost to Hatch. With the help of my younger brother, we built most of the barn. When we got ready for the rafters, Uncle George came and helped us to get the right bevel on them. My schooling was scanty. I did attend Murdock Academy one year where my sisters Eunice and Agnes were. They got their teacher's certificates there and were very generous in their help with family finances. From time to time I worked on road construction with our team and scraper (a hand-made scoop). The road from the Bryce Canyon junction up to Red Canyon was the first one. Cedar Mountain road, near Duck Creek was another. One winter I drove a four-mule team for a road construction company in Nevada. We were able to dispose of potatoes quite readily, and so increased our acreage and this demanded an adequate storage place so our next project was to build a potato cellar. We designed one approximately 20 x 50 feet, having native stone walls and cedar post roof. The posts were covered with straw and then gravel. It is still in use. Lilith has asked me how we ever got those larger stones in place, and I wonder now. Our equipment was the team and lizard (planking nailed across poles which could be pulled by a team) plus manpower. One winter I went with Dimick Huntington, a successful trapper, on a trapping expedition on the Colorado River. We took a wooden boat (all precut) and assembled it on the river bank. Lon Fallis was the third party member. As to amassing a fortune - we did not; but had some interesting experiences. My church activities began early. I was in the Presidency in the Aaronic Priesthood quorums and a ward teacher. Then after Hillsdale Branch was transferred to Hatch Ward in 1924, I was asked to join the ward choir and be on the Ward recreation committee. I readily accepted since Lilith was already affiliated with both. In 1927, Bishop Barnhurst asked me out of the clear blue "Why don't you go a mission?" "I wish I could". Somehow I did, and to my mother and brothers and sisters who made this possible goes my everlasting gratitude. My mission was to Eastern Canada and many choice experiences still linger in my memory, and some not so choice, as this one: One day my companion and I were traveling in the country and were hot, dry, and dirty when we came upon a beautiful lake in the woods. With one accord we proceeded to disrobe and go for a swim, whereupon we discerned two men on the opposite side of the lake gesticulating and shouting wildly. Surmising that we were somehow in error, we hastened to don our clothing and go on our way. We had only proceeded a short distance when we came upon this sign: "St. John Municipal Water Supply." I wrote this choice experience to Lilith on stationery with Joseph Smith Farm pictures and letterhead " . . . You can easily guess where I am by the letterhead and I shall always count in a very great privilege to have been here. We stayed at the Cumorah Farm one night and last night at the Prophet's home where the first part of the Book of Mormon was translated and had the wonderful opportunity of sleeping in the Prophet's own bedroom where the Angel Moroni visited him. I haven't words to describe these experiences. We visited all of the places of interest here, including Hill Cumorah, Sacred Grove, etc. It has all been very wonderful, even more than I expected. Elder Comish and I are making this trip on the highway, and though it involved a lot of walking, we certainly felt well paid. Before we get back to Vermont, we will have traveled over 500 miles on this trip alone, via missionary special. For the past two months I have labored in Vermont and New Hampshire traveling almost the length and breadth of both states. My special work has been looking up old friends and saints who are so widely scattered that many of them have not been in contact with the church or missionaries for three or more years. During this time I have visited the Memorial Farm where the Prophet Joseph Smith was born. It was on the July 24 celebration and we had a wonderful time. It is one of the loveliest spots I was ever in and the Smith family living at the farm are my ideal of what a Mormon family ought to be. Of course they should be, for Brother Smith is a grandson of the Prophet's brother, Hyrum. Both Palmyra and the Smith farm in Vermont seem to hold some special appeal to missionaries, for among there many visitors they top the list." Extracts from missionary journal: "Monday, October 3rd, 1927 Arrived at missionary home about 9:30. Registered and was shown to room. Recd. physical exam which required about all forenoon. Lost about 5 to 8 dollars from clothes in the process. Attended meeting at 2 o'clock where we recd. very good instructions from Bro. LeRoy Snow. Went downtown and purchased a few articles of wearing apparel from Cutlers. Attended another good meeting at 8 o'clock p.m. "Tuesday, October 4th Two minutes late for devotional which was held at 7 a.m. Went to Salt Lake Temple at 8 a.m. where we (69 missionaries) went through Temple. Ate lunch at 3 p.m. at Hotel Utah Cafeteria (will know better next time). Came to room and wrote to Mother. Missionaries were all shown through Beehive House by lady in charge there. From there they went to YMIA Headquarters where they were instructed in MIA work by Sister Beesley. From MIA offices they proceeded to Mission home where they were given a class in English grammar (please note it hasn't taken affect yet). 6:15 dined at Whitehall Cafe. Attended night meeting, speaker David O. McKay. He talked on honesty, being true, and chastity. It was very good. Wednesday, October 5th Attended devotional at 7; conducted by Pres. leRoy Snow. He told us of missionary experiences and mistakes that other missionaries have made that we might profit by. Attended 9: o clock meeting. One speaker Adam S. Bennion on How We got the Bible. Visited down town for about 40 minutes. Went over to Deseret Gym with about 30 other Elders for exercises and basketball. This was part of regular schedules. Mark 84-25 Friday, October 7th First day of conference. Opening remarks by Pres. Heber J. Grant. Both meetings very good. Principal themes - appeal to church members to obey, honor and sustain the law. After meeting Sat. afternoon Ellis and I were taken by Bishop Barnhurst for an auto ride through the city. We also visited Liberty Park and from there were taken out to dinner by the Bishop. We also attended the concert given in the evening by the Tabernacle Choir. Tuesday, October 11 We were set apart for our missions today. We were also presented to the First Presidency and received some very good instructions from them. Thursday, October 13 The last class day at the Mission Home. Very fine class conducted by Bro. Melvin J. Ballard. Sub. D&C, Sec. 1. Other very fine classes, especially one on singing by Prof. Stephens and the last class of the course by Bro. David O. McKay. Friday 14 Day of departure to mission field. Spent most of day in preparation. Left S.L.C. at 9: p.m. on U. P. Saturday 15 & Sunday 16 Long, tiresome ride through Wyoming and Nebraska. Very interesting and new though. Beautiful country. Arrived in Chicago about 4:30 p.m. After almost two days and night on train. Did not have opportunity for much sightseeing in Chicago on 17 and 18. Left Chicago for Buffalo, N.Y. at 4:50. All night ride to Buffalo. Arrived in Buffalo at 7:30 Tuesday. Were met at station by gentleman who advised us to see Niagara Falls and go to Toronto from there. Went by street car line from Buffalo to Niagara Falls. Visited Falls and crossed bridge intending to go by bus to Toronto. Were stopped by Canadian Custom officials and after being thoroughly questioned were rejected and deported. Will follow instructions next time. Wednesday 19 Arose early to meet the rest of the company at the R.R. station. Went with them to Niagara and visited custom officer again (nothing doing). He advised us that our only chance was to appeal to Canadian Officer at Ottawa. We wrote to this officer, also to mission headquarters in Toronto. Also wired Bro. Harold G. Reynolds at S.L.C. and explaining our predicament and asking for instructions. Received reply directing us to missionaries in Buffalo and advising us that it might be necessary to remain in Buffalo a few days. Went out and located missionaries who proved to be two lady missionaries. Spent a very enjoyable evening with them. Thursday 20 Moved from Hotel Washington to rooming house on Huron St. Had a very enjoyable visit with Miss Bushman (one of the missionaries). Went to Bro. Chambers who is presiding Elder of Buffalo Branch. Had a piece of pie and with he and his family attended a joint session of the Relief Society and Priesthood. Enjoyed very much the fine spirit of the Saints here in Buffalo. Oh yes, received another wire this time from Canadian Mission asking for details why we were rejected. We had already given them all we could. Friday 21 Went down to Hotel Washington and learned that a message or call had come in. Prop. of Hotel supposed it to be a telegram. We spent about 4 hours trying to trace this message. Finally thinking it might be important and not being able to get any trace of it we wired to Canadian Mission telling them we didn't get the message and giving them our new address. We were invited to Chambers for supper and when we arrived, there was a letter awaiting us from Toronto telling us that they were working to get us into Canada and advising us to work with missionaries here meanwhile. Sunday October 23 Attended the Buffalo Branch Sunday School. Enjoyed it very much, especially the music. Were asked to go out in the country and administer to two of the Saints (ladies) who lived there. Found them anxiously waiting and glad to see us. Was impressed by the faith of these sisters. Were the guests of Bro. and Sister Anderson Sunday afternoon. Attended meeting in the evening where we were asked to speak. Enjoyed the meeting very well after we had finished speaking. Monday Oct 24 Went up to Chambers at 10:00 (no mail). Visited shipyards and other places of interest until 3: when we went out to Andersons by invitation. We spent the evening visiting Niagara Falls. The sight of these falls under the high power spotlights with there different color combinations, which are continually changing, is a sight never to be forgotten. Tuesday, November 8 Received a telephone call this morning from Pres. Hart. Told us he had written us about ten days ago. Sent my money and advised us to go and apply again to enter Canada. We went to post office and learned that this letter had been sent back to Toronto. We came back to our room and I called Pres. Hart. I learned that he had just recd. said letter and was sending it to me together with other letters from home. Hope to get through tomorrow. Wednesday, November 9 Did not get mail until three o'clock. Recd. letters OK. we were successful in getting through today. Were treated very well by custom officers. Conversed with them on Mormonism and promised to send them a Book of Mormon. Arrived in Toronto about 10:00 p.m. where we met Pres. Hart and a number of the elders. Stayed at mission home. Thursday, Nov. 10 Hurried to catch train. Rode all day through beautiful farming and timber country. Arrived in Montreal at 5:10 p.m. Left Montreal for St. John at 7:00 p.m. Rode all night through beautiful forests, woodlands, farming districts, etc. Friday 11 Morning finds us about halfway through Maine still in this same beautiful type of country. About 10:00 a.m. we cross into the Province of New Brunswick. Arrived at St. John at 11:45 a.m. Went immediately to the abode of Pres. Armstrong and companion. Recd. instructions from Pres. Armstrong. Saturday Nov. 12 Attended Priesthood meeting together with Elders. Elders Beecher, Purser and myself visited Sister Baun and were guests to her home for supper. Sunday Nov. 13 It was announced in Sunday School that Elders Beecher and Wilson would talk in the evening meeting. We (the four Elders) were the guests of Sister Baun again this afternoon for supper. Meeting was very good this evening. All four of us had a turn preaching. Monday Nov. 14 Left for Fredricton at 7:15 with Pres. Armstrong. Fredricton is about 65 miles up the St. John river. Were met at the station by Elders Grover and Durham. Tuesday, Nov. 15 Elder Durham left for St. John. I am staying in his place with Elder Grover. We came to Woodstock today to visit investigators. Rode up with our landlord and wife. Wednesday, Nov. 16 Walked out of Woodstock a mile or two on our way to ferry. Were picked up there by two gentlemen whom we rode with to said ferry. We gave them a brief history of our Church and told them what we believed in. Walked to ferry and shouted to ferryman on the other side. Succeeded in finding our friends, Mr. and Mrs. Fred Manuel without difficulty. Spent enjoyable evening with them. Thursday Nov. 17 Walked about 5 miles on the way to Fredericton arrived about 2:00. Were lucky to get a ride most of the way. Spent remainder of day getting a new boarding place and room. Moved to our new room on 279 Brunswick St. Monday 21 Nov. First real day of tracting. Had some interesting experiences and conversations. Met people who were very friendly, who were openly hostile, and all the way in between. Wednesday 23rd Recd. letter from mother yesterday. Spent forenoon in studying, afternoon in tracting. We had a fine visit with a Baptist Minister, left with him Book of Mormon and some pamphlets. Recd. letter from Dill tonight. Sunday Dec 4th Conference today. Had some fine meetings, Pres. Hart was principal speaker. He was somewhat disappointed in attendance. December From conference went to Fredericton, N.B. Labored in Fredricton for two weeks till holidays. Stayed at Mrs. Waterhouse's place. Spent time in tracting, visiting, studying, etc. Went to Saint John for holidays. Elder Grover went on to Halifax. The five of us elders, Armstrong, Durham, Purser, Beecher, and I were in Saint John for two weeks during holidays. Had some fine visits with saints, also fine meetings. Was privileged to speak in meetings twice during holidays. Ate Christmas dinner at Browns. January 1928 Came back to Fredericton with Elder Grover. Weather very cold. Did some tracting during January, some visiting, and more studying. Finished reading "Vitality of Mormonism", :The Exiles", "Saturday Night Thoughts" and "Book of Mormon". February Elder Grover was transferred to Nova Scotia and Elder Durham came up from Saint John to labor with me. Still cold but we were able to do some tracting. Also had some fine visits with friends. Spent a week in Woodstock and Lower Southhampton with friends. Enjoyed the trip very much and resolved to return again to Southhampton and hold some meetings with our friends there. Returned to Fredericton Tuesday, Feb. 14th. Have done some tracting since returning and a lot of studying. February 21 Plenty cold day. Recd. letter and check book from Dill today. Also letter from a girl friend. Had fine visit with elderly couple on Saint John Street. 22nd Spent most of day studying. Have read the D. and C. about five hours this evening. Made a visit to one of Elder Durham's friends and placed a Book of Mormon (Mr. Briggs). During the last six months of my mission I was District President, it is comparable to what Zone Leader is now. All during my mission there was a choice girl in my mind. I had a constant prayer in my mind that she would wait for me and, not only that but that she would have me when I returned. I was able to persuade her, and 32 years and 13 children later I look back on the happiest period of my life. The first time I remember seeing her she had ridden Old Teddy over to our Canyon home on an errand. Her brown hair was in two big braids, she had beautiful brown eyes and rosy cheeks and it came to me "She is the girl for me". Home from my mission in the fall of 1929, I did a lot of pondering about devising to increase my financial capabilities and finally settled upon the idea of a saw mill in Wilson Canyon. There was an old steam engine available near Monroe. We purchased it, dubbed it "Old Geronimo". Elliot Barney helped me drive it part way home as he had had previous experience with a steam engine. Don and Rulon helped by gathering wood in a pickup for fuel. We drove it all the way to Wilson Canyon by its own slow power. It took the better part of 2 weeks to come 80 miles. In the spring of 1930 Lilith was back from Dixie College, living at Grandview farm some four miles south of Wilson Canyon. It is remarkable how numerous and varied means were found to negotiate this short distance. Eight miles round trip, just a short little hike for the evening. To make a short story long, we were married in the Saint George Temple, April 22, 1931 on my birthday, so that I could remember when it occurred. The next four or five years were very happy ones. With my brothers, we had built a sawmill at Wilson Canyon and worked together as "Wilson Bros. Sawmill". Our little 2-room cabin was built with the first lumber we sawed. We first lived with my family at Wilson Canyon. That winter we spent with Lilith's folks at Hatch where Russell was born February 9, 1932. The next August we moved into our cabin sans doors and windows. Virginia and Lloyd were welcome to our family April 30, 1933, and July 27, 1935, both born in our cabin at Wilson Canyon. Our sawmill operation was fairly successful, but I had dreams of a bigger and more efficient sawmill located at Hatch. Lilith asked why I wanted to leave the Wilson Bros. Mill since it was adequately employing the Wilson Bros. My reply - "Just think of what a bigger mill would mean? How many more men could work and how much good would come of it?" At the end of this period (Spring of 1936) we moved to Hatch and initiated the building of a larger sawmill which has been the cause of much toil and tribulation, and the means of our livelihood, directly or indirectly, ever since. We called it Mammoth Lumber Co. It was a partnership with Jess Wilson, Pres.; B.H. Harrison, Secy.; Dill Wilson, Ellis Wilson, Elliot Barney, M.H. Barnhurst & Eldon L. Porter participating. With borrowed money, we obtained machinery from many sources - anyplace we could fine needed equipment. Boilers came from an old cheese factory in Logan. By summer of 1937 we were operating efficiently and had added a planer with shed and office and it looked like smooth sailing; then suddenly B.H. Harrison died of a heart attack and I was laid up with back trouble and went to Richfield for treatment. Can you imagine the impact when I was informed by a well-meaning friend, Ed Lewis, that Mammoth Lumber Co. had burned to the ground (July 7, 1939). All this is less than a week. But we were not liked. Some members pulled out. We reorganized with Eldon Porter, Ellis Wilson, Early Sawyer, Orlas Riggs, Wiley Huntington, John Barnhurst, John Meecham, Garth Heap and myself with L.L. Porter, Secretary. We got advice and a loan from the Church cooperative security Assn. to rebuild. Eldon and I set out to find the needed equipment; in Salt Lake City we were advised to go to Portland where good used sawmill machinery was available, so we drove straight through, taking turns driving day and night. By the time we reached Portland at nightfall on the second day, we were ready to turn in and stopped at the first motel we saw. We tumbled right into bed. In the middle of the night, we were awakened by a terrible shaking and siren shrieks. I immediately recognized it as an approaching train, but Eldon had never slept where one was an jumped wildly out of bed and with pants in hand said, "Jess, Jess get up and get out of here, that darned thing is going to run right over us". I restrained him as the freight train lumbered within a few feet of the door. Our slumbers were disturbed several more times that night. When morning came and we surveyed the situation, we found that a second railroad track was within two blocks of us. I now quote from a letter I wrote Lilith, "This morning have been negotiating with General Mach Co. with the aid of Pres. Bean of the Portland Stake. We are very pleased with the American #4 Mill and finished the deal. The freight will be cut in half by shipping with some Church Welfare stuff to Salt Lake City." The Church Welfare program supplied us with commodities to subsist upon. The men accepted a pittance of cash, what commodities they needed, and waited for the balance. Prices at that time were: flour $2.65 a 100, cereal 10 lb. for 35 cents, sugar 10 lbs for 65 cents; carrots and onions 1 cent per lb; canned goods 9 through 16 cents per can, except for red salmon and raspberries at 20 cents. One morning in 1948 a bombshell exploded. It was in the form of three men who "having authority" called at our home and when the door was opened in response to their knock, their leader in the form of Stake President A.L. Elmer, ignited the fuse thusly, "Well, there's no need of beating around the bush, we want you to be Bishop of the Hatch Ward". The next eleven years were spent between sawmill, livelihood, Bishop responsibilities, family life best part. By the end of this period all of our family were here -- all thirteen very choice people. At present we have four who have fulfilled missions, Russell, Virginia, Lloyd and Richard, with Wayne still in the field. Through all the struggles of raising a family, gaining a livelihood and sending children to school and on missions, it has been wonderful. Jess's history, either written or dictated by him ends here as he had increasing difficulty with speech, so I will add some: The lowest yearly payroll for all Mammoth Lumber Company employees after rebuilding was in 1941 -- $6,492.00. The highest in 1956, $62,200.00. This was the last year the sawmill operated. Crofts Pearson Industries persuaded Eldon that the thing to do was shut down Mammoth Lumber Co. sawmill and devote the entire time to logging. Jess very reluctantly went along (after Eldon proposed that he and Jess split their ownership and he take the logging equipment and Jess the sawmill). Eldon developed leukemia and had to retire. Prices for logging fell. Russell had back problems and Jess developed Parkinsons disease. So they sold the logging equipment to C.P.I., except for one cat, which we kept to use at Wilson Canyon. Jess spent 6 weeks in L.D.S. Hospital in the summer of 1970 to get experimental treatment for Parkinsonism with L-Dopa. It did help, but his health continued to deteriorate. Our love and appreciation for each other seemed to grow as his health declined. He was so chagrined and embarrassed over having to be helped so much; yet "eternally grateful" as he put it. The summer of 1971 and the building of the Cabin at Wilson Canyon was a memorable one for him. He often spoke of it and our happy days spent there together. Kent, Hugh, Karl, Robert and Carolyn all joined our missionary force. Church positions not already mentioned: Teacher for Priests, Adult Sunday School and M.I.A. classes, M.I.A. and Sunday School superintendent; Counselor in Stake High Priest Quorum, Chairman of Stake Genealogical Committee and Home Teacher. He was Garfield Co. G.O.P. delegate to the state convention several years; ran for State Legislature - missed by small margin. Soon after Garkane brought electricity to Hatch, he and Neil Clove spearheaded the Hatch Water System. He donated the land for the location of the well and storage tank. Our home already had a modern bathroom by installation of an electric pump in the well. It was the first one in town. Hobbies: Fishing, hunting, gardening, prospecting, singing, and playing the trumpet, Aaronic Priesthood outings and trips to basketball games at B.Y.U. He and his counselors were known as the "Singing Bishopric". He always assumed his rightful position as head of his family. He was firm yet loving and exceptionally appreciative. He would never allow any of his family to speak disrespectfully or cross to anyone, especially me. He was the easiest man in the world to cook for and was generous with his appreciation. Never once can I remember of him complaining about food. He liked whole wheat bread and would look at freshly baked loaves and say "What a beautiful sight" or "Isn't that a sight for sore eyes" or "What more could a man want." We even finished up the sauerkraut. He had a keen sense of humor, a sparkle in his eyes, and an unforgettable smile. He was a faithful Latter-Day Saint, devoted to L.D.S. principles and put church work first. When he became Bishop and was expected to be at Saturday meetings in Stake or Region, his boys lost their first-day fishing or hunting partner. He was always a sweetheart to me; remembered me with various gifts - sometimes a rock he had found while watering, some wild flowers; a new set of china, a new dress after new babies, a set of oak chairs which he said would last my lifetime; a watch, and a new wedding ring for "my sweetheart". For 46 years we were privileged to be together, raise our family with pride, joy and love. Outline of Talk Given by Jess Wilson in Father's Day Program in Sunday School "What My Son Means to Me" I have 8 sons, two who have filled missions, 2 priests, 1 teacher, and 1 deacon. Temptations of young men to miss Priesthood Recently my youngest son watched us as we filed out the door to go to Priesthood Meeting, and turning to his mother said, "Mom, when can I go to Priesthood with Dad?" What better reason could I have to live to be a good example? Recently another son handing me his report card said "Dad, here's my report card. It is bad again. What do you think is wrong with me - heredity or environment?" Heredity is established at birth. I feel that none of us would admit ours is not good. Environment we can do something about. I expect my sons to believe that they have both a good heritage and environment, and if environment is not just right, to do something about it. Marks on a report card can be controlled. We make our own. ONE OF EUNICE'S MEMORIES OF CHILDHOOD Our parents demanded obedience - they were quite strict with us. I remember the worst licking I ever got and I deserved it too. It was when we were living in that old house down there by the road. They were trying to get Jess to go outside for something. It was dark and he was scared. They just worked and worked and worked to get him to go outside. When he finally went to go out, I just went down on all fours and went crawling after him. Boy - that was the maddest father and mother ever were at me. He just screamed and ran. Oh - he was awful little. I guess maybe about four years old. I was three years older; if he was four that would make me seven. I know I was plenty big enough I should have known better.

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1867
Jesse Stephen Wilson was born in 1867
Jesse Stephen Wilson was 7 years old when Winston Churchill, English colonel, journalist, and politician, Prime Minister of the United Kingdom, Nobel Prize laureate (d. 1965) Sir Winston Leonard Spencer-Churchill was a British politician, army officer, and writer, who was Prime Minister of the United Kingdom from 1940 to 1945 and again from 1951 to 1955. As Prime Minister, Churchill led Britain to victory in the Second World War. Churchill represented five constituencies during his career as Member of Parliament (MP). Ideologically an economic liberal and British imperialist, he began and ended his parliamentary career as a member of the Conservative Party, which he led from 1940 to 1955, but for twenty years from 1904 he was a prominent member of the Liberal Party.
Jesse Stephen Wilson was 22 years old when The Eiffel Tower is officially opened. The Eiffel Tower is a wrought iron lattice tower on the Champ de Mars in Paris, France. It is named after the engineer Gustave Eiffel, whose company designed and built the tower.
Jesse Stephen Wilson was 31 years old when Spanish–American War: The Treaty of Paris is signed, officially ending the conflict. The Spanish–American War was fought between the United States and Spain in 1898. Hostilities began in the aftermath of the internal explosion of the USS Maine in Havana Harbor in Cuba, leading to US intervention in the Cuban War of Independence. American acquisition of Spain's Pacific possessions led to its involvement in the Philippine Revolution and ultimately in the Philippine–American War.
Jesse Stephen Wilson was 38 years old when Albert Einstein publishes his first paper on the special theory of relativity. Albert Einstein was a German-born theoretical physicist who developed the theory of relativity, one of the two pillars of modern physics. His work is also known for its influence on the philosophy of science. He is best known to the general public for his mass–energy equivalence formula E = mc2, which has been dubbed "the world's most famous equation". He received the 1921 Nobel Prize in Physics "for his services to theoretical physics, and especially for his discovery of the law of the photoelectric effect", a pivotal step in the development of quantum theory.
Jesse Stephen Wilson died in 1916 at the age of 49
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