John Madison Haws

24 Mar 1847 - 28 Jun 1916

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HISTORY OF JOHN MADISON HAWS March 24, 1847 - June 28, 1916 Father: Gilberth Haws Mother: Hannah Whitcomb John Madison Haws was born 24 Mar 1847 in Wayne County, Illinois, the thirteenth child in a family of fourteen, son of Gilberth and Hannah Whitcomb Haws. As a child of eighteen months, he crosse
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John Madison Haws

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West 10000 North
Elwood, Box Elder, Utah
United States
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HISTORY OF JOHN MADISON HAWS March 24, 1847 - June 28, 1916 Father: Gilberth Haws Mother: Hannah Whitcomb John Madison Haws was born 24 Mar 1847 in Wayne County, Illinois, the thirteenth child in a family of fourteen, son of Gilberth and Hannah Whitcomb Haws. As a child of eighteen months, he crossed the Plains with his parent arriving in Salt Lake Valley the 23 Sep 1848. In March 1849, the family joined the Saints who were sent to colonize Utah Valley. His father homesteaded a tract of land and became one of the best farmers in the valley. John Madison grew up on the farm and with the other members of the family, learned to work . . . for work they must if they were to survive. He must have been an unusual and reliable young man for at nineteen years of age he was called to go back to Winter Quarters to be Captain of a company of saints coming to Salt Lake. He had previously married Martha Bitner Glazier on 6 Mar 1866. Upon his return, the young couple moved to the small community of Mona in Juab County. On 22 Nov 1869, he married as his second wife, Laura Jane Partridge, of Goshen, Utah. (The following is an except from a presentation given at BYU at a Book of Mormon Symposium in 1989. Unknown speaker.) "My great, great grandfather, Gilberth Haws, with his wife and 15 children, was one of the 23 families that Brigham Young sent here [Provo] in 1849 to settle Utah Valley. In fact "Haws field' here at the "Y" was part of the old Haws farm. (From askjeeves.com - Haws Fields 10-15-04) Family life in the little community of Mona, was typical of all small pioneer towns and it was hard work for all members of a family just to eke out an existence and John Madison's was no exception. In 1877 John Madison Haws was called and ordained the first Bishop of Mona. He served the ward until 1886 when, because of living plural marriage, he was forced into exile from the state. It must have been a sad parting for they knew not when they would be reunited as a family. Taking his two oldest sons, Kimball and Dean, they left in a covered wagon pulled by four horses, heading north for Salt Lake City. Here they camped on the old Church camping grounds long enough to buy supplies for the long journey ahead which was to take them into the state of Montana, some 500 miles away. Arriving at Butte, they soon found work with their teams on the railroad that was being built at that time, later moving to Helena on the same job. The first winter they camped in tents on the shores of the Missouri River, where, at times, the weather would dip to 400 below zero and was remembered as a most severe winter. As spring broke their work took them back to Butte where they settled down to start on a home for the family who was expected to join them as soon as possible. As time went by they acquired several more teams of horses and huge freight wagons, by which they contracted to haul freight and ore from the mines and became known as the contracting Mormons. Time went by and for five long years they were without family ties and church except for an occasional visit of a missionary or the saints as they would be passing through to and from Canada. This was a trying time, especially for the two sons, Kimball and Dean. The temptations that surrounded them were many and not easy to withstand, and did make some imprint on their future lives. By 1891 a suitable home had been built and much property acquired in Butte. Here the first wife joined them and became a home away from home for the missionaries, Church Authorities, and saints traveling through. At this same period of time there was much unrest in the United States, starting with the terrible steel strike in Pennsylvania. The western farmers were saddled with mortgages and were fighting for lower freight rates on the railroads. The U. S. Treasury had been reduced from $10, 000. 000 to $2, 000, 000 in less than a year. Grover Cleveland was again elected President of his Nation now almost bankrupt. Gold was being hoarded, businesses were failing, banks closed their doors, the western silver mines shut down, and by the winter of 1893-4, thousands were jobless, hundreds were starving and bread-lines were forming across the nation. A railroad strike was spreading; the troops were sent out which caused much commotion and bloodshed. Butte was hard hit and in these few short years the family had been together, their properties and possessions crumbled around them and they lost all they had acquired over the years. On the 6 Oct 1890, the MANIFESTO (the forbidding of plural marriage in the Church) was presented to the saints and unanimously adopted. All brethren of the Church could now return back to their homes in Utah. John Madison Haws had no home, he made a new start for his families. With his son Dean, he left Butte in the spring of 1894 once more to go ahead and see what could be done to make a home for his families in Utah. Upon their arrival in Salt Lake City, they found a home near Beck's Hot Springs and immediately sent for the family to join them. Soon after becoming settled again, most of the family became very ill with typhoid fever. For days and into weeks little hope was given for various members' lives, but their home was one of faith and all recovered. The condition of the home, they felt, had been the cause so they found better living quarters upon the Avenues and moved once more. The current depression had also hit Salt Lake, for here, too, bread-lines were forming, industries were tottering, and men were begging for work and there was little to be found. Because they had teams and wagons and many hands, they were fortunate to find work. Their first job was for the Denver & Rio Grande Railroad at their coal yards working four teams of horses for $1. 50 per day, delivering coal around the city. To better care for their teams with a feed yard near by, they found a home on Folsom Avenue on North Temple between 1st and 2nd East. Added work was found bringing wood out of City Creek Canyon, sawing and splitting it up which they furnished to all the city schools. Because of Kimball's ability and experience with horses , he was given work with the City Fire Department. Also under contract they hauled fill dirt for the new City and CountyBuilding that was to be built. A Brother Roe, a convert from England, heard of the plight of the family. He knew John Madison because it was his brother, Caleb, who had brought the Gospel to him and it was at his home that Caleb passed away while on his mission in England. Brother Roe was president of The Corrine Bills and Stock Company, also owning and operating a model farm in Corrine in Box Elder County. He had also acquired much land to the north in the Bear River Valley were a canal had been dredged out thus opening up new farm lard. Needing help on the farm, he gave John Madison the opportunity to move his family there which he did, and worked the farm during the year 1895. In the spring of 1894 John Madison Haws contracted for the purchase of 480 acres of land from Brother Roe in what was known as Elwood, eighteen miles to the north. Here they lived in tents until the bitter cold of the winter which forced them to move to a home in Brigham City were they lived until a suitable home could be built on the farm. A log house was first built which served as a temporary home while they were constructing a large seven-room adobe brick, the brick being made from clay pits on their own land. In 1899 John Madison was called on a mission to the Southern States where he served as Conference President. He spent much of his time in North Carolina. While serving as a missionary he became very ill and was cared for and nursed back to health in the home of one of his converts, Brother Rufus Tyner. The Tyner family followed him back to Utah. Not far from the big brick home, John Madison built a little home which the children knew as the red brick home for his second wife, known to all as Aunt Laura. She was a little lady and always made one welcome in her home. She was the mother of seven children all of whom were married. The first wife, Martha , was a large woman, always kind, but with a certain air of nobility that made you look up to her. She had been a real pioneer mother all her life, sacrificing much for her husband and family. She passed away on the 30 Jan 1912, always a faithful Latter Day Saint. Aunt Laura moved into the big home to care for her husband. The Tyner family was sent for to help run the farm for about this time his sons and daughters, all but Kimball, sold their property and moved into Idaho . After about two years of carrying on at the farm, John Madison's health began to fail and he and his wife, Laura, moved into the little red brick house and Kimball took over the farm and moved into the big red brick home. On 28 Jun 1916, John Madison passed away leaving a posterity of fourteen children and eighty-eight grandchildren, his life having been one of service to his church and his families. He was a stern old gentle man in his beliefs yet, he had a sense of humor that all loved. His wife, Laura, all alone now, soon left the farm to make her home with her daughter Eliza Nyhart in Portland, Oregon. Here she passed away on the 25 May 1945 at the ripe old age of 94.

History of Joseph Williman Haws

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Contributed By Sharon Haws Jewkes· 2013-06-20 03:36:03 GMT+0000 (UTC) · 0 Comments Edit Story A BRIEF HISTORY OF JOSEPH WILLIMAN HAWS January 19, 1872 - February 10, 1955 (Some of this information was acquired from a short history found in the papers left by his daughter, Travis Rose Haws McMillan, at the time of her death. It was revised and rewritten by his granddaughter, Sharon Haws Jewkes, 17 Apr 1999. She added the additional data that she knew about his life.) Note: Many of his documents listed his name as William instead of Williman. His correct middle name is Williman. Joseph Williman Haws was born 19 January 1872, at Mona, Juab, Utah. His boyhood years were spent in Mona. His father was John Madison Haws born 24 March 1847 and his mother was Martha Bitner Glazier born 8 October 1848. His father's parents were Gilberth Haws born 10 March 1801 and Hannah Whitcomb born 17 April 1806. His mother's parents were Shepherd Glazier born 9 September 1793 and Rosetta Dean born 4 June 1804. When Will, as he was called, was sixteen years old he moved to Butte, Montana. He worked with his father and brothers helping to build the railroad between Idaho Falls and Butte. He also operated a quarry and wood yard for building materials. The depression caused the family to move to Salt Lake City, Utah. From there the family moved to Elwood in Bear River Valley, now known as Tremonton, Utah. He helped his father and brothers pioneer the construction of the irrigation system of that area. They also owned and operated the first feeder and thresher which was horse powered. It was in Bear River Valley that he met and later married Inez Evelette Rose. She was born 29 March 1873. Her parents were Alley Stephen Rose born 6 March 1841 and Alvira Evelette Smith born 16 December 1846. They were married 3 March 1897 in the Salt Lake Temple. While living in Elwood they became parents of a daughter, Inez Thelma, and a son, Ray Williman. Will was then called on a mission to the Western States. While he was on a mission a daughter, Travis Rose, was born 26 Feb 1902. In the years to follow three more sons, Joseph Reed, Glenn Alley, and Stephen John (died as a baby) were born and another daughter, Edith. The family moved to Holbrook, Idaho, in 1910, where they dry farmed for thirteen years. He loved good horses and always drove a good team. From 1923 to 1934 their home was Blackfoot, Idaho, where they operated the Utah-Idaho Sugar Factory farm. In 1934 they rented a farm at Ammon, Idaho, (near Idaho Falls) where they lived until 1940. It was on this farm that their son, Reed, was struck by lightning and killed while in the fields irrigating. As his family was all grown and gone, Will and Inez moved to Ririe, Idaho, so that they could be near their son, Ray. Ray and his wife, Eliza, owned and operated a grocery store in Ririe. Later on after Inez passed away, Will moved to Murray, Utah, to live with his daughter, Travis. His life was devoted to service and building churches. He helped build four churches and two tabernacles. After he completed his two year mission, he was President of a Religion Class and worked in M.I.A. while living in Elwood. In Holbrook, he was First Counselor in the Bishopric for eight years. In Blackfoot, he was Second Counselor in the Bishopric for six years. For one year he was field man for Utah-Idaho Sugar Company at Murray, Utah. Upon returning to Blackfoot, he served two more years in the Bishopric. He also taught Sunday School classes for many years of his life. He was Uncle Will to everyone and in later years was Grandpa to all the small children he met. Inez died 27 October 1949. Joseph Williman died 10 February 1955, in Murray, Utah, while staying with his daughter, Travis. ** (Added note: His son, Glenn, used to relate the story of why his sister was named Travis. It is usually a boy's name. He said that his dad had a missionary companion with the last name of ‘Travis'. He liked his companion and the name so well that he decided to name his next child after him rather it be a girl or boy. It turned out to be a girl, so therefore, she was named Travis Rose. There is also another version that can be read in her life history.)

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I, Phyllis was also born of goodly parents, being the third and youngest child of Francis Orlin and Grace Emma Munns Haws. Austin Francis was my only brother, born March 20, 1906. Blanche my only sister was born December 19, 1908 wich was also Mother’s birthday. My birthdate is July 17, 1913. I made my entry into this world during an electrical storm. It was at the home of Mother’s parents, Charles and Annie Austin Munns at North Garland, Utah. That house is now the home of Willard & Audria Butler, and is northeast corner of the intersection. And one mile north of the center of Garland, the road turns and goes west to the Garland Cemetery. My father’s birthdate is 21April 1881 His parents are John Madison & Martha Bitner Glazer Haws. Although I was born in North Garland, my parents were living in their own home on E Factory ST. in Garland- we lived there until sometime later-when we all moved to Mapleton in Utah County, more teaching opportunities. First Mapleton then Springville. Dad taught at the Washington School. We lived in various houses remembered by me by the name of the people who owened them, such as the Mindinhall house, the Watson house and the Clark house. We lived in Provo one summer, moving from the Watson house (where we’d all had measles) to Provo. Right after moving we three kids came down with the Chicken Pox. Blanch had them so bad the first quarantined us for small pox. People would cross the street rather than walk past the front of our house. However, in a few days they did change the diagnosis to chicken pox and we were then allowed to go outside. We lived across the street from friends of Dad and Mother’s by the name of Paxman. He was a dentist, they had one daughter named Lota. Lota was a little older than I, but we were friends. The country was fighting WWI, and when the troop trains stopped at Provo, the solders would be marched up and back from town, right past our house. When the armistice was signed that November we were back in Springville, living in the Clarke house. In the fall we moved back to Springville and into the Clark house. This house I remember it the best, for I was now 6 years old, and ready to start school. Up to this time I remember only snatches of things that happened, like the friendship of our whole family with they Henry Wright family and with the Seymor Mendenhall family. We went on picnics out to Utah Lake with them, and swimming at Castella. Wright’s oldest child was Gorden and was just my age. He and I played together a lot. We even decided to run away from home, not for any reason. The first time was in his red wagon, I was riding but we were stopped before we got very far. The second time we tried the Interurban train which ran thru Springville’s main street, but we didn’t get far because Mr Mendinhall, Gordon’s grandfather caught up with us in his car and the conductor obligingly stopped the train- Foiled again!! Henry Wright and his family lived north of town at the State Fish Hatchery, which he managed, I can remember walking out to their place with mother and dad on a Sunday afternoon. I also remember letting Gordon roll into the stream of water used there at the hatchery, because I couldn’t stop him when he rolled down a short slope of the lawn. But, apparently he wasn’t hurt, or the water wasn’t very deep, because I don’t remember any excitement afterwards, and we weren’t punished. They also had some geese that I was scared of because they would chase us and make a lot of noise. I started school the fall of 19191, going to the Lincoln school- my teacher’s name was Miss White. My one memory of the first grade that stands out was when we painted Christmas stockings (on paper of course)I didn’t know what color to use so mine was all colors mixed together and not a bit pretty. I was so amazed and chagrinned when I saw how one of the other girls had painted a pink stocking with white stripes, it was gorgeous to me, that was my first experience of acknowledging to myself that you should think before you act if you want good results. I had a friend named Margaret Miner, the only girl in a family of boys, we were great friends and played together a lot. They lived across the street from us. After we moved up to Garland, I saw her just once, it was when mother and I went down to Springville to see about our furniture. The family finally moved to San Francisco and I’ve wondered about Margaret many times since then. I remember some of the church houses we attended up to the time, but have clearer recollections of the ward we were attending when we lived in the Clarke home , the last house we lived in. For one thing the Sacrament water was passed to us in a tall urn like vessel. I always watched so that I could get my sip from a place on the rim where I hadn’t seen anyone else drink, which was pretty hard to do. (It was a treat when individual cups or glasses were finally introduced fro the Sacrament) Dad was the chorister at this time, so we attended church pretty regularly, at least when he was well. Blanche says dad had been chorister in the other wards where wed lived, but I don’t remember it. Dad was very musical and came from a very musical family. He had a very good tenor voice, and I remember him singing around the house. He was always singing or whistling. Dad also played the Cornet (not a trumpet, a cornet) very well. Austin and Blanche had had piano lessons, Austin being really good at a young age and Blanche showing such promise to be a concert pianist. My own musical education was not started until after dad’s death. However, I was started on dancing, the most commendable remark made by my teacher was that I had an unusually good sense of rhythm, I guess that has resulted in my being irritated when the audience doesn’t keep in time with the chorister, or when the chorister leads a song so slow that I feel it is being drug to death! To this day it is a sore spot with me when the tempo is slowed down to a (editors note, the sentence was not completed) I loved to dance and had lessons during the summer for a couple of years after dad died. Between my first and second years of school I had my first major operation. Soon after birth, Mother noticed I had an Ingroinal hernia, and over the next few years I developed two umbilical hernias. Dad and Mother decided after one year of school that the operation would have to be done. So it was done at home, in the kitchen, by a Dr. Hughes, assisted by mother’s cousin Reba Munns who was a trained nurse. Reba nursed me afterwards and I was kept in bed, flat on my back for three weeks, which was par for the course at that point in time. But I had enough strength to put up a real battle when the Doctor took out the stitches, did I yell! But he won! The stitches came out. My first time outside was to see the tiger lilies in bloom. All I can remember about the flu epidemic of 1918 was the masks we wore, and that mother’s sister Annie was a victim of it. We were lucky as a family, because none of us contacted it. These masks we wore were gauze masks put over our nose and mouth when we went out in public. I’m not sure they helped much, but we wore them nevertheless. My memory of the Christmas before Dad died are not as complete as I’d like them to be. But there was one Christmas when we were living at the Clark house when Santa Clause actually came to the house! Imagine how thrilling! And he knew our names! He brought Blanche some dishes, but I can’t remember what he brought me! We had homemade candy to give him. It was in the spring, when I was seven, going on eight, that our lives were really changed. Dad had been ill so much of the time. He taught school, and was an excellent teacher, but he had nephrites and the accompanying high blood pressure, and was not well. In fact, the doctor mother went to while she was carrying me, told her that Dad would probably not live to see me born. So he had lived longer than had been expected. He was ill quite a bit of the time- But my memory of him was not one of a sick man, for he was cheerful by disposition and fun to be around. I remember my sitting on his lap in the evenings; of running to meet him when I could see him coming home, and of hearing him whistling around the home. At any rate, in the spring of 1921, grandmother and grandfather Munns came to Springville after April Conference. Dad went back to Garland with them. Mother and I followed a few days later. Blanch and Austin stayed in Springville with friends to finish their school year out. However, dad’s condition became worse and they too came up to Garland. Dad died on the 5th of May. His funeral was held on Mother’s Day, Sunday May 8th. According to the local newspaper article mother saved, there was a very large crowd in attendance. I remember the Tabernacle in Garland, was full including the balcony. ( My first time in the Tabernacle) Dad’s death was awfully hard on Mother. She was 34 years old, a widow with an 8th grade education with no vocational skills by which to earn a living. Now she had three children to raise and provide for, their ages from 7-15. Mother had always been an excellent seamstress, had excellent taste, and was very meticulous in her sewing. She had always kept us nicely dressed, looking more prosperous than we really were, by her suburb sewing. So she took a short course in tailing over at U S C in Logan and tried to earn a living for us by sewing for other people. Dad’s death was followed by our moving from Springville back to Garland, to be near Mother’s parents and family. It was while living at grandmothers that I met and made a life-long special friend, LaVera Manning. She lived just two houses north of grandmothers (at that time) Her mother was a friend of Grandmother’s, they were both in the Presidency of the Stake Relief Society. Mother and I had been at Grandmothers just a few days when Sister Manning came over and brought LaVerna. She said she thought I’d like to have someone to play with- well it was one of those once-in-a-lifetime friendships that developed. LaVera and I took to each other, like bread and butter- we got along beautifully from then on. She had dark brown eyes, and almost black hair and was a beautiful friend, as close as a sister. As we grew up we did everything together. When we reached dating age, we did a lot of double dating- we had such fun!!! More about LaVera later on. . . . During the year and more that we were at our grandparents house, mother had the small house she owned, remodeled in to a medium 7 room house, which we finally moved into. While we were at Grandmother’s house we became well acquainted with Mother’s parents. Grandmother had always boarded school teachers when they came to Garland to teach. She continued to do so. That year J.D. Gunderson, Lorin Miles were two who stayed at Grandmothers. Golda Accord and Idella Dahl were two lady teachers who stayed with Aunt Alice Nye, my Mothers sister who lived next door to Grandmothers on the North. Golda was my third and fourth grade teacher, and I grew to love her so much. J.D. Gunderson was the new principal of the Elementary School. That was the first year the high school students were in their new building-down between Garland and Tremonton. Both Blanche and Austin attended the High School. Blanche was given a special promotion into the next higher grade (which put her two years ahead of her age group, as she had started school when she was 5. ) Austin was 15 when we moved back to Garland, and of course attended a new school. It was a hard move for him. He was just as good a student as Blanche when he wanted to be, but moving away from friends, plus the loss of his father was very hard for him. He excelled in just what he wanted to. He had the potential for greatness in several line, one being electrical, another in music, but there wasn’t anything being taught in the High School in either field. He did a lot of tinkering to put together a crystal-radio set that would work. He tried playing Dad’s cornet on the school band but his lips weren’t shaped for that instrument, so he took up the saxophone. Blanche was so gifted. She could do everything extremely well. She had an exceptional gift as a pianist. In fact, one of her music teachers wanted her to become a concert pianist, but we didn’t have the money for her training. Se could also cook, sing, paint of just about anything she put her mind to. She had a natural talent to be a leader. As I said earlier, Blanche was a good student. She had started school a year earlier than she should have but she was still always at the top of her class. When we moved up to Garland she was in the 8th grade. At Christmas time they consulted with mother and then put Blanche into the 9th grade. She finished the year with the same high grades that she always had made. This promotion put her two years ahead of her age group. Blanche finished her High School when just 16, at the top of her class, a hard act to follow. The teachers expected my to be the same kind of student, but I wasn’t. I had to work much harder to get my grades. But I did take satisfaction in getting good grades, so I didn’t let them down much. Our home was remodeled and enlarged and ready for us finally. I don’t remember the actual move, but we left Grandmothers before I started in the Fourth grade. This house was on East Factory street, a nice seven room, two story house. Now we had new neighbors, Prestons on the west and Dr. Chambers on the east (he was a veterinarian, not an MD). Lavern and I were separate by a few more blocks, but it didn’t make any difference to us. We kept on the same wave-length. However, there were other girls to play with, Hazel Innes, Dorothy Snyder, Julia Moore, Nye girls, to name a few. Mother did various things to make a living and to take care of us three children. First she was in business with Mrs. George Henri, running a shop where they did hemstitching and sewing. My memory is rather hazy about this as I wasn’t around the shop much, so I don’t know how long they were in business. But around the time we moved into our home mother started to work for the telephone company, she managed the office. The office was over a drug store, on the corner. Because mother was in charge of the office, she had to stay there nights. I was delighted to sleep there with her most of the time. Every week when mother changed the sheets to take home and wash, we would watch very carefully, so as to not get any bed bugs in , and we never had a one at home, so her fears were never realized. I remember the excitement we experienced one night when I was up there with mother, the meat market, next door on the north, started to burn. Of course the fire dept. wasn’t equipped to take care to the blaze but it did keep the buildings on either side from catching fire and being destroyed. Mother had to man the operators switch board, and get all the records together in case we had to be evacuated. While we were living in our own home, some three years total, we gave mother the usual problems. I brought home the mumps and spent my two weeks up to grandmothers so that Blanche and Austin wouldn’t catch them, but as soon as I returned home they both came down with them. Blance had them so severely that they tied her face in a sling like towel, it was really puffed up. Austin had the misfortune of having them go down on him with the usual tragic results, of never being able to have a family. I remember how Austin always monkeyed with eledtricity and then radio. He built a “crystal” set, which was slightly effective- and then he wanted a saxophone. Well mother certainly didn’t have any money to help him. But if you know Austin you knew he did get his sax, that summer he worked, I think on the section crew of the Railroad. So one Saturday morning his bed was empty, no Austin. Finally, that evening mom was about crazy, Austin showed up with a saxophone. He’d saved his money, gone to Ogden, and bought a beauty. Then came the weeks he spent learning to play it, ubt before long he had it mastered and he played in a dance orchestra from then on, earning a little money as he went. Blanche had also progressed in her music, she did a lot of accompanying, and played at the movie house each night. I believe she made either one or two dollars per night. Blanche and Austin were both exceptionally good musicians, had so many natural ability. Mother’s friends, the Prestons moved to Ogden a year of so after we moved into our home, and the Harvey Moore family moved in they had a daughter my age, Julia, we played together a lot. It was while we were still living there that I gave mother a bad time, several times, when I had the toothache. I never seemed to occur during the week. Always on the weekend, Sunday was the favorite time. Except one Saturday, that tooth did ache, mother took me to the Dentist, but I ran home, so she called Grandfather. As soon as Dr Innes said something about having to pull the tooth I jumped out of the chair, down the stairs and headed for home, Mother and Granddad followed in Grandfather’s car. I beat them home and headed for a haystack in the field behind the house with granddad right behind me. I’d underestimated his ability because after a couple of rounds around the haystack I headed back to the house and bade it under the bed. No coaxing could get me out. So, they moved the bed, and I rolled with it. I guess I gave in when they started poking at me with a broom, and back to the dentist office I went. Needless to say, I don’t remember whether or not they pulled the tooth. I’d lost the race, and had to put up with what ever was decided was best for me. The year 1924, Austin graduated from High School. In 1925, Blanche did. Austin went to a telegraph school in Salt Lake to learn telegraphy and work for the railroad as a telegraph operator. The Summer of 1925 we moved into the home that was used as a hospital by the three Doctors then practicing in Garland and Tremonton. Dr Bateman, Dr. Luke and Dr. White. Mother was to live in, keep things going, cook the meals, ect, do all but the nursing. A registered nurse was employed to give the anesthetics and to do the nursing, she too lived there. It was July 1st when we moved in 1925. I’d just finished the sixth grade, and turned 12 during July. It was here at the hospital that I spent my teen years. I still went up to grandmothers and helped pick strawberries and raspberries during the summer. I helped aunt Alice pick, she must have had a lot of patience, I’m sure I was pretty slow, but she never said a word. Grandfather always followed the English custom of having flowers in his kitchen garden, so colorful. Some days we’d pick as many as thirteen cases of fruit and it would be hot by that time we got thru I’d get sick to the stomach and think I should be babied, but they saw thru the “fake” time and let me suffer. That peak of fruit wouldn’t last long, and I’d be out of a job again, and back to good health. One of my chores during the years we were in our own home, and for a year after moving to the hospital was to go to Grandmother Munns and get the milk for our family. At that time we bought our lard in a metal bucket (various sizes) with a tight fitting lid, that was the container we used. After I learned to roller skate I’d go on my skates, it was much quicker and more fun. I would get home with the cream scarcely disturbed when I skated, it was much easier to carry evenly that way. I don’t remember ever spilling the milk whither walking or skating, but I may have done. Grandfather Munns died in 1930, and Grandmother Munns died in 1934. These facts are easy to remember because Blanche had just had Bonnie Kay when Grandfather died, and had just had Scott when Grandmother passed away, both being in the Spring. My High School years were much like those teen years at that time, ups and downs. When I was in the eighth grade, the Garland and Tremonton students went to the High School, sentenced to the basement rooms for most of our classes, but unaware of how deprived we were. It was that year that I started to play the Alto Sazophone. Austin hadn’t taken his with him, so I was putting it to use. My 10 piaono lessons had taught me to read music, slightly, and with the lessons I took form George Nye (music teacher at Bear River) I became fairly good on the instrument. In fact, when I got into High School, Mr. Nye borrowed a large Eb Bass sax from Lawrence Curtis that had to be held on a stand, it was so large, but could it boom out the notes. I was a novelty wherever we played, but it was fun. My senior year, Wayne Gunnell and I played Sax duets and performed on our exchange assembly’s when we had them during the basketball season. (Wayne was the boy who took me to my first Jr. Prom, the year I was in 8th grade, I was only 13 at the time, but mother let me go anyway, and Wayne wasn’t old enough to drive a car, but we were included in a car with his older brother and Earl Stohl) So we went and had a super good time. Mother had made a trip to Ogden and bought me a beautiful dress of ‘changeable taffeta’ I was so thrilled. I went with Wayne for a year, off and on, I guess, and ended up being good friends. Going together meant school dances and a show or two. LaVera Manning and I continued to be ‘best friends’ and got along so beautifully, we included Erma Lillywhite much of the time, but she lived farther out of town than we did, so it was difficult for her to be with us as much. We pretty well took the same classes at the same time, had our lickers in the same place, and even competed for Student Body or Class Officer against each other, and never had a cross or envious word about one another, that is pretty good, I’d say. I will have to say all th abouve with one eception, the exception being while we were in grade school, and I don’t remember which grade, but it would have to have been in the third or fourth grade, because it was over something that divided the class, and LaVerna and I took opposing views, we ended up one calling the other “two-faced” and the other replying that the other was “three faced” (very original and it was something we used to laugh about in later years.) Neither of us could recall what momentous problem caused the riff, I really had such a deep and sincere love for her, like a sister. During our freshman year we did a lot of things as a group of girls. In our own class, this included LaVera, Erma, Hazel Innis, Elis (Lizzy) Archibald, Helen Harvey, Margaret Harvey, Rozella Carter, who were a couple years older, and Violet Boone, Dorthy Harvey, Mary Gaddic and myself. We would go down on the Bear River on Weiner Roasts and take a dip in the canal on the way home, very proper though, because we’d wear our bathing suits under our overalls, if we could mange it and have a great time! One day we ha a can of pork and beans blow up on us because we tried heating it without opening it. And one trip I almost, I came close to drowning. I thought I’d walk to the bank of the canal instead of swimming . I sank to the bottom of the canal and the water was over my head. However, Hazel grabbed my suit and said “swim” so we made it safely to the edge. But I’ve never liked deep water since. The eith grade class party we had, I went with a boy from Tremonton, that I didn’t have a special, liking for, and thought it so dull that I avoided him when the party was over, and walked home with the rest of the girls. He has teased me about that ever since when ever we meet. My High School years were typical of being a teenager having ups and sowns. Now that we lived at the Hospital I also had a new close friend, Violet Bone or “Vi” as she was always called. She was the youngest of Mr and Mrs Eugene Bone’s family and had a brother some three or four years older, he was lots of fun, but a terrific tease. He made life for Vi and I quite exciting. (more later about Doug) Other neighbors were Joseph (or Joe) and Bob Kirkham sons of Joseph & Birdie Kirkham. Anyway, it was a good place to live. Vi’s folks always went up Logan Canyon for a few days fishing during their vacation- two different summers they asked me to go with them- Vi, Doug and I would have the best time- did some hiking and walked along the bank of the river just a little- but the bather was too cold to do that vey long. Those trips were my only experience with camping out. Blanche had graduated from High School the spring of 1925. We moved to the hospital on the 1at of July, so when school strted Blanche went to Ogden t attend the Smithsonian Business college. She took a secretarial course in which she became very good. As soon as she was thru with that she went to Salt Lake to get a job. She worked for Salt Lake Hardware ( a wholesale company) until she came back up to Garland to become the secretary at the U & I Sugar Company. She was a little reluctant to come from Salt Lake back to Garland, because her social life had really blossomed and the promotions where she worked were there for her, but for what ever took place, she did come back to Garland. Eventually she acknowledged the pay off, for it was up here that she met the man she married, Wynn S. Hansen, and had a good marriage. As I look back on my high school years, I get the feeling that I was living in a world all of my own, inasmuch as what I did was more meaningful to me than what happened to those around me, probably very typical of the early teen years. I dated as much as mother would allow me to, which meant the all the school dances after games, plus a show or dance on Saturday night. Most of those I dated became my good friends afterward. Hy and I had our first date when I was a freshie and he a sophomore. It was to the Jr. Prom. We went with his older brother Glen and his date, but it was fun. Hy was an exceptionally good dancer, and was one of the popular boys at school. However, it was not one of those cases where we started dating early and kept on steadily thru school. Instead it was start and stop off and on, with both of us dating other people. I was dating the captain of the football team and remember of the basketball team when I was a Jr., and continued to going with him until I was a Senior. I went to the Prom my Sophomore year with Doug Bone, my Junior year with Ralph and my Senior year with Hy (again) The only dance either LaVera or I missed during our High School years was our Senior Hop, the year we were seniors. We thought we had the world by the tail, several boys asking for dates and we could pick and choose. Only this one time, the ones we wanted took us to the Prom but didn’t as us to the Hop, were we crushed! We both cried about it and bore it bravely by staying together at LaVera’ s to console ourselves that life would go on, which it did. Hy did give me a little “pinkie” ring, silver filigree setting with a “ruby” in it for my birthday- probably I was 15- and mother had to be persuaded to let me keep it. I have worn it ever since and it is just as pretty as when it was new- not a scratch on it. I have given it to Sonja’s daughter Krystal, who is my oldest great granddaughter- Sonja is to keep it until Krystal is old enough to be trusted with it- it isn’t a plaything. It was 1931 when I graduated from High School. Mother’s job at the hospital was coming to an end. When we moved there all three Dr. were supporting the Hospital but along in 1927 0r 28, Dr. White wanted a hospital of his own and took what steps were necessary for funding, and went ahead and built one in Tremonton- it opened in 1929 or 30- somewhere around there and the whole country was in the Depression, people didn’t have much and no one came to the Hospital unless they really had to, and some of them couldn’t pay their bills, So our little five bed hospital was to close. Of Course mother was concerned about what she would do, but she saw to it that I was to go to Ogden to the same business college as Blanche had attended, the Smithsonian. The Smithsonian was owned and operated bu a Charles Springer and his wife- and was noted for its successful graduates- so when it was time for school to start, went to Ogden to school. Like Blanche, I worked for my board and room with a family, the school made the arrangements. The first family I stayed with owned a florist shop. After I’d been there a couple of weeks, or a little more, they had guests in and server beer- I was shocked! So, after they left to go to the show I called Mother, and the next week I was moved to another family. This time, the Schoffields- he was a the pharmacist at eh Rexall Drug store on 24th & Wash. They were nice- and we got along great- but I became restless and asked for another family, this time it was the Robbins- a lovely family and where I was contented- Mr. Robbins was the manager at Glen Bros. Music Store and knew the Jack Franks & Walt Chamberlins from up home. I stayed with them until after I started to work. When I went down to school two other friends went also. One was Erma Lillywhite and the other was Jenny Peek. We all three were at eh Smithsonian, and we each were working for our board. However, Erma just stayed until November or December then she quit to get married. Jennies place didn’t work out too good and she moved back home and rode the bus each day. It was a school bus that took Tremonton-Garland & Brigham City kids back and forth to Weber College on a daily basis. The three of us had not been away from home before and naturally we were homesick. The week end of Ber River’s Homecoming we were all going home for a visit-but we didn’t have any money and we didn’t know of anyone in town who would be going home- except we knew there was a milk truck, driven by Bernie Bwough who made the trip daily. We figured if he saw us walking, he would ask us to ride- so we decided to hitchhike. We left school early, and spent our cash of 10 cents each, for a streetcar ticket as far as the street went north. After our ride we started waling and how far wed gone I couldn’t tell- but we decided this one care acted suspiciously as though it was following us, so we turned into a home as though it was our destination, and los the car that had scared us. Later on Bernnie did come along and we did get a ride from him, but we each one were in deep trouble because we’d hitchhiked- yes and the football game was over- we never attempted that trick again! Erma quit school by about Thanksgiving and got married, anyway Erma didn’t return to school but Jennie and I saw it through- as we approached the completion of the course, we were anxious to get a job. Jobs were really scares no one would hire secretarial help if they hadn’t had experience, os the only way to get experience was solved by the Springers. Various business agreed to take a graduating student and let them work in their office for experience only, no wages, but we were all glad for the opportunity. One girl went up the KLO and worked on this plan, but she was getting married so she told e to go up and see about taking her place, I did and the asked me to take the job! I was so thrilled! The job was fun- Gene Halliday was the manager, Gene Glade, Merrill Bunnell & Scott Brimhall were the three announcers and they surely made it nice for me. I did the typing of the radio ads, the schedules they followed in the control room, took dictation from Mr. Hallidy and got out the bills to those who advertised- I was kidded a bit by all the crew, but they were very protective of me. I was told that such and such wasn’t to be taken seriously so I really did think things wer Ok, oh yes, after I’d worked about a month they started to pay me. I earned a whole $30 per month. By this time school had started for the 1932-1933 year and Vi wanted to stay down to go to Weber. So that was when I left the Robinses. We got a 1 room apartment and started to live- a girl from Rock Springs, WY was the third girl in the group. We “batched” until school let out and then Vi was thru, so we had to split up. Things were so tough in the radio business that Mr Hallidy took a 30 5 cut in wages so that the other tow wouldn’t have to be fired. My time was limited, buy July 1933 they couldn’t afford the $30 I was being paid, so I was out of a job. I stayed in Ogden and worked a little relief for Mothers cousin’s husband- John Hendricks, he was County Attorney and his Secretary wanted a vacation, so I worked for him, I was staying at John and Reba’s house, and sharing a room with another girl. After a month or six weeks of staying there I went up home and moved in with Mother. She had moved from the hospital in 1931 to a two room apartment over the printing office, we were comfortable and warm- when fall came and with it harvest time- I started to work at the Sugar Factory in the office. Dorothy Harvey and I were to add up the beet tickets for each industrial beet grower so he could be paid. Our job lasted as long as the harvest, a couple of months or three. Then I went down to Brigham City and worked in the County office to help get out the delinquent tax- notices. Then, when that was over I went up to Blanches’ to stay with her. She was pregnant with Scott and was so miserable- I went up to help her. (the house was so big, and she kept it so immaculate) Blanche and Wynn decided I could cook for the shearing crew when spring came, and if I didn’t have a job by then, that would mean getting three meals a day for several men. I was really doubtful about being able to do it, but I’d surely try, the shearing and lambing started about the first of March, and bout the week before, I got a call from Mother’s cousin Reba Hendricks in Ogden to see if I’d like a secretarial job in Salt Lake with a government agency that was being set up there. And I said “yes” and got the job! Those shearers were saved from my cooking by that close a margin, about a week or less! I got so wound up on the work sequence that I skipped the big important event that happened at Christmas time- Hy gave me a diamond! He had asked me earlier if I’d marry him and I’d said yes, but her too was having a hard time getting cash so a ring had to be planned fore. But he choose a beautiful ring, and I was so thrilled. We didn’t set a time for the wedding because neither one of us had any money or any prospects of an at that time. Anyway, I went to Salt Lake, got a room ath the Beehive house, and started work for the Emergency Fee and Seed Agency as a file clerk, at a whole $100 per month. I was elated! This is the end of this journal. Tucked into this journal are several little pages, I have added these letters 7 notes. 1.appears to be a talk Grandma typed up. Do you believe that miracles happen today? Hen Moroni found himself the sole survivor of the whole Nephite nation, se spent the rest of his life writing down their history. Then he looked forward to tour time, and wrote to us as though we were there with him. He predicted that in our day the idea would be widespread that . . . “Miracles are done away. . . .” We who are now living and who are members of this Church, recognize the fulfillment of this prophecy. For we hear all the time that “Miracles are done away” As active members of the Church, we accept modern-day miracles-angelic visits, Gospel restoration and Gospel revelation, and the healings performed under the power of the Priesthood. But there is another miracle- even greater- and that is the miracle of forgiveness- a spiritual miracle. That we are individually able to do. This miracle takes place when one sincerely repents, and is forgiven, and is awaiting every person who is prepared to change. It will never stop as long as one person applies the redeeming power of the Savior to bring about his own rebirth. So- there are two kinds of healings- one of the body and one of the spirit. . . And there are two kinds of miracles- one of the body and one of the spirit. . . As when Jesus healed the two blind men who begged for light. Quoting Matthew 20:34 “So Jesus had compassion on them, and touched their eyes; and immediately their eyes received sight, and they followed him: These were their mortal eyes which were opened. The last phrase “. . . and they followed him.” Cpou;d ,ean that they would receive their spirtuaal sight. If they followed him really, lived his commandments, were obedient, their souls would receive sight unto eternal life. And of the two, spiritual sight is by far the more important. May we have the faith to bring about this miracle of forgiveness in ourselves is my prayer, and I ask it in the name of Jesus Christ. Amen. 2.This is a letter from Gail 5-19-1985 “ A day or two late and maybe a dollar short” Mom, Some of those memories include sitting on your lap in Garland and getting an education in coffee. . . . . Driving from Garland to the ranch house on the dry farm when it had been raining and getting stuck. Did you walk to get help? A somewhat patient mother when her 16 year old son returns home one night after putting a small dent in the passenger side rear door of the new Oldsmobile. Having fun putting up peaches on a labor day weekend. Was it also on my birthday? I remember a mother trying to patiently ask her #2 son to stop grazing on her jello, chocolate chips and pie shells. I use the word grazing because it was difficult passing up those unusual snacks. Mom, it has been easy to remember back when the good memories. There are so many and if I can remember them you shouldn’t have any difficulty. I remember above all else that my parents always loved me and tat all I had to do was look around me to see their constant evidence of that fact. Thank you, I love you very much, Gail 3.another talk Given in Sacrament meeting 10 Sept 1989 ‘When a member of the Bishopric says he has been thinking about you lately- be prepared- you will likely have to talk in Sacrament Meeting- as we are. But he said they wanted us to tell wh we were, where we came from and how we ended up in the 5th ward. I’m not sure why all you young people have to hear the story of who Hy and I are and how we ended up in the 5th ward. But here it goes. It is a story that begins with ‘It happened a long, long time ago!’ By the way since you’re a captive audience I won’t feel hurt if any of you want to take a nap. Hy was born and raised in Deweyville. He lived on a farm and was interested in all that went on. He had a special love for the various horses he rode and can still tell you the names of his favorites. When he entered High School his interests changed, now it was girls. He can remember their names, too. I became a native of Garland when I was 7 years old. We lived in Springville, in Utah County, where my Father taught school. When dad died, mother and the three children came back to Garland to be near mother’s parents, so that was where I grew up. Hy and I didn’t meet until we were in High School. He was a Sophomore and I was a Freshie. I am not certain that our first meeting was “love at first sight” you see I had a top locker, Hy had a bottom locker. I opened the door to my locker just as he straightened up- you guessed it, right on the top of his head. . . but I did get his attention. We dated on and off several times while we were in High School. After Hy graduated from H.S. he attended USU for two years. After my graduation I attended business college in Ogden, then worked there and then Salt Lake. In the meantime our paths crossed again and we started dating. We were married in 1935 in the Salt Lake Temple. Hy was a dry farmer and a dairy man. It was the dairy man I married, as I’d vowed never to marry a farmer, especially a dry farmer. But Hy was happy, he, we , were out on the dry farm in the summer and he had his Jersey cows in the winter, he could work at what he loved to do. We lived in Garland for about twelve years, then we bought an irrigated farm East of the High School, now there was more than enough work- two farms, during the summer and cows all year around. Hy and our sons never wanted for something to do. Our last son was born after we moved to the farm. Eventually we sold the dry farm and increased the dairy herd. During the 50 some odd years we spent doing this Hy was a counselor in the Bishopric and the same in the MIA presidency. He served three Stake Missions, taught a Sunday School class of girls and boys and was the on the Stake High Council (but not all at once!) I taught a primary class, and a Sunday School class, was a councilor in the MIA, a secretary to RS presidents and a councilor to two others. Our three boys all served missions and they all graduated from college. It was good they were six years apart in age. When Bruce our youngest, graduated from High School I decided to upgrade my earnings skills and go back to work. First I trained as a seamstress for the clothing company in Brigham City. But they weren’t ready for us. So I joined the others in the car pool and trained as a brazier of metal. After we earned our diplomas, we went to work making beds for the Army. This was in 1967. This work was not easy, so you can understand when I say I was more than glad to accept a job with the IRS in Ogden as a tax- examiner. Hy was still milking cows and running a 60 Acre farm, with very little outside help. Then Hy had his accident, getting his foot caught in the power take off of our tractor that he told about last Sunday. So he got busy and sold the cows while they were producing at their best. Bruce and Laraine came home from his job to do the milking until the buyer came and got them. I continued to work until 1977, when we were asked to go on a mission. Hy had always said we would go to Arizona for the winters after we retired. Little did he know how prophetic he was for that is where they sent us to N.E. Arizona to the Navajo people, not to Mesa. Our mission was one of the best things we have ever done, and one of the hardest for me. ( I spent any hours on my knees asking for help) It made a lasting change in our sense of values. In the s[ring of 1978 when he had his next accident with his foot, we could have come home but elected to stay and help preach and prepare the 40-50 new placement students that went to Utah. We returned home in September, reported our mission and obtained our release, then took off for Mesa in our trailer. We stayed about 6 months then returned home to the farm. This was the pattern of our lives until last year 1988. When we arrived home on Friday the 1st of April 1988 all we did was unpack the car and turn on the water in the house. Saturday and Sunday we watched General Conference, Monday we took Hy to Ogden to the Drs. Or more correctly we took him to the hospital. Tuesday they did an angiogram, and Wednesday they did by pass surgery. I was in shock, many prayers were offered, by myself, our family and friends, and in a day or so I realized the prayers were being answered. Hy was going to make it! We spent the next three months going to Logan for Hy’s Cardiac therapy, and it paid off 200 % We had talked, he and I about getting off the farm, we prayed about it, and we asked each one of the boys how they felt. They were unanimous in saying if we felt it best to do so, then to go ahead and do it. We prayed some more, we finally told Jerry to go ahead and list our house and farm for sale, fully expecting it would take a year or so to sell. To our surprise, within two weeks we had earnest money offers on the house and the farm. Again we turned to the Lord, we really needed help, there was so much to do, a limited time to do it in, and our sons were scattered, one in Portland, Ore, one in Willcox, AZ and one in Provo. All were working, so it was up to us, we went ahead, we made decisions, we sold some things, we gave away some things, and we took loads of things to the dump. Our furniture we put in storage and we continually had a prayer in our hearts. Finally, in October, when we signed the final papers on the house President Bachanam came over in his chore clothes and his pick up and took the last load away. At last we could call the new owner and say “The house is all yours” Hy’s sister Marguerite opened her heart and hour house to us, telling us to take all the time we needed to get our heads working again. We’ll never be able to thank her enough. Finally when we felt we were safe drivers again we left for Mesa. Our trailer was our only home. Believe me, Last winter was a healing time for both of us. We started telephoning Jerry about a place to buy in January. He sent pictures of two houses, we put down earnest money on one with the stipulation that we would see and approve of it by the 15th of March. We made it here by Saturday the 11th. We saw the house and knew immediately it wouldn’t do, and neither would the second one, too many stairs. After lunch Jerry said there was a home in Sandlewood Acres that had just been listed, were we interested. We were. He brought us over to Della Daniels home and we both felt at peace. Here again we prayed about it. Monday we came back and made an offer, on Wednesday we signed the papers. On Saturday Della called before noon and said we could move in anytime. Who says the Lord doesn’t have a hand in what happens to you? We know He does. He loves us all. He hears and answers our prayers. We know that Jesus Christ is the Son of our Heavenly Father, we know He came to earth and give His life for us, and made it possible for each of us to return to our Heavenly Father if we will keep His Commandments. I pray that we may each one gain a testimony of this, and I say it in the name of Jesus Christ, Amen.”

Life timeline of John Madison Haws

1847
John Madison Haws was born on 24 Mar 1847
John Madison Haws was 12 years old when Petroleum is discovered in Titusville, Pennsylvania leading to the world's first commercially successful oil well. Petroleum is a naturally occurring, yellow-to-black liquid found in geological formations beneath the Earth's surface. It is commonly refined into various types of fuels. Components of petroleum are separated using a technique called fractional distillation, i.e. separation of a liquid mixture into fractions differing in boiling point by means of distillation, typically using a fractionating column.
John Madison Haws was 16 years old when U.S. President Abraham Lincoln issued the Emancipation Proclamation, declaring the freedom of all slaves in Confederate territory by January 1, 1863. Abraham Lincoln was an American statesman and lawyer who served as the 16th President of the United States from March 1861 until his assassination in April 1865. Lincoln led the United States through the American Civil War—its bloodiest war and perhaps its greatest moral, constitutional, and political crisis. In doing so, he preserved the Union, abolished slavery, strengthened the federal government, and modernized the economy.
John Madison Haws was 33 years old when Thomas Edison demonstrates incandescent lighting to the public for the first time, in Menlo Park, New Jersey. Thomas Alva Edison was an American inventor and businessman, who has been described as America's greatest inventor. He developed many devices that greatly influenced life around the world, including the phonograph, the motion picture camera, and the long-lasting, practical electric light bulb. Dubbed "The Wizard of Menlo Park", he was one of the first inventors to apply the principles of mass production and large-scale teamwork to the process of invention, and is often credited with the creation of the first industrial research laboratory.
John Madison Haws was 42 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.
John Madison Haws was 44 years old when Thomas Edison patents the motion picture camera. Thomas Alva Edison was an American inventor and businessman, who has been described as America's greatest inventor. He developed many devices that greatly influenced life around the world, including the phonograph, the motion picture camera, and the long-lasting, practical electric light bulb. Dubbed "The Wizard of Menlo Park", he was one of the first inventors to apply the principles of mass production and large-scale teamwork to the process of invention, and is often credited with the creation of the first industrial research laboratory.
John Madison Haws was 59 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.
John Madison Haws died on 28 Jun 1916 at the age of 69
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