OBITUARY - MARY ANN BEECROFT
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MARY ANN BEECROFT HAYMORE
HAYMORE, Mrs. Mary Ann Beecroft, born Sept 6, 1884 at Manass
a, CO. Seventy-nine yrs of age. Died Mon
March 4, 1964 at Salt Lake City, Utah. Burial Sat March 9, 1964
at Calvary Cemetery, Douglas, AZ. Spouse: John
Aderun Haymore (died July 30, 1930 at Douglas, AZ, married Ja
n 1, 1901 at Colonia Oaxaca, Sonora, Mex.). Son: J.
Arnold Haymore of Salt Lake City. Daughters: Mmes. Wayne E.
(Leah) Kartchner of San Jose, CA; Ada H.
Olmstead & Ray (Ann) Hemingway of Salt Lake City; R.E.(Erma)
Cunningham of Yuma; Ray B. (Wanda) Nelson
of Tucson. Thirty-two grandchildren, 27 great grandchildre
n. Sister: Rose Dillman, Erna, CA. Brother: Christopher
Beecroft, 516 8th St, Douglas ( a patient in the Cochise Coun
ty Hospital, Douglas, AZ).
Letter written by Leah Haymore Kartchern to Franklin Reynard Haymore on his 50th birthday
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24 July 1962
Dear Uncle Frank:
To-day is your birthday! Why do I remember so well after the passing of fifty years? For several reasons -
First of all the Latter-Day-Saints of the Church of Jesus Christ of Later-Day-Saints or Mormons came into the great Salt Lake Valley on the 24 of July 1847. Some of our people were among the early settlers.
Now in the year 1912 when Arizona was admitted into the Union, which was also receiving companies of Latter-Day-Saints who were leaving their homes, farms, gardens, cattle, stores, being forced to leave from the Mormon colonies of Colonias, Dublan, Diaz, Juarez, Pacheco and Churhupe in the State of Chiahuahua, and in the Sonora colonies of Oaxaca and Moralos.
My ninth birthday had just passed and I was concerned when I heard that Grandfather Haymore and Aunt Mazie would not be able to travel with the rest of us refugees because they were awaiting your arrival. Fortunately your mother had studied nursing in Salt Lake City under the direction of the Relief Society Organization.
My father and mother, small sister Ada and baby brother Roscoe rode the 65 miles from Colonia Morelos to Douglas, Arizona in a small buggy with their belongings tucked in the back of the one & only seat. Two lively horses soon took them to their destination. My father fully believed that we would return in a week or so, thus telling my mother to take as little as possible.
Katie age seven and I two years older were put in the care of Uncle Rueben and Aunt Sarah Naegle. This did not hurt our feelings because Rose and Verna our cousins were our same ages and the fun of a wagon ride delighted us.
The wagon was heavily loaded including a chicken box full of chickens tied on the back. The horses were slow so we four girls and two dogs thought walking was just the thing to do. We could walk in the sand or play games along the way. Not even when the dogs chased a coyote did we get concerned to climb into the wagon.
Our first night camping was on a nice small stream, a good field in which to stake the horses so they could browse, and a nice flat desert for the beds. Cuchiverchi River Ranch where Ed went after his wagon. There was taken no sorrow, or hated in our hearts. This was just another trip as far as we were concerned. I wonder if the older ones thought differently, did some of them realize they were leaving their homes forever?
In the mean time you arrived into the world 24 July 1912 with the help of your father and Abby Haymore, your sister-in-law.
Mildred, Pearl, Emma and Tenna were handy to have along on the trip when you or your two year old brother Demarcus needed tending or there was a meal to be prepared. The boys, Leroy, Lynn, Lester and Walt were busy helping their brother Ade get some merchandise out of the Morelos store.
When camping time came at night the men and horses were glad for the rest. The United States government was anxious that all their citizens cross the line in safety before the Mexican rebels caused them more trouble or took some ones life.
Arriving in Agua Prieta, Mexico all of you slept in the ware house of the Sonora Mercantile Company. Fortunately the Haymores had expanded their mercantile business which included a store and flour mill in Agua Prieta. The stores in Colonia Oaxaca and Morelos had been a total loss. Now grandfather and his sons had employment. Ed had charge of the mill, Millard the store, with Ade, Lynn, Lester and Walt working in the ware house. After you crossed the border we welcomed you into our tent city, which had hastily been erected by the government, looked just like an army camp. It was located at the 15th st. park near the large water tanks, the only convenience we had was enough soft water to drink.. We slept in the tents and ate outside as the weather was warm in the summer time in Arizona so we didn't seem to mind.
Going into town was a tricky business, if we hadn't counted the rows of tents so many down and so many across we might end up in some one elses sleeping quarters as did Walt Haymore. He and the boys had been to a show, coming back after dark Walt entered what he thought belonged to him, sat down to take off his shoe when a voice from under the covers said, “You are on the wrong side of the bed Jacob”. Its a wonder Walt ever stopped running.
You seemed to thrive on the good care your mother gave to you.
Finding a house to rent was quite a problem, but one by one the Haymores found places. We lived on fifteenth street, near the school and you folks were not far away. Grandfather soon made plans to build a large two story home at 1139-8th st. In it lived children from his four wives in addition to two step children, and at one time the J.A Haymores moved in while their home next door was under construction at 1143-8th st. The missionaries were also welcomed.
What a wonderful experience to live next door to a grandfather who was known as a peace maker. Your mother was the only grandmother I ever knew. I hoped my own grandmother was just like her. She taught us to sing while she played the ;piano. She gave our beehive class of girls lovely talks on health and beauty care and how to grow up to be good L.D.S. mothers.
She would let us go in and out of her home any time we chose to see the girls. Mildred and Pearl were away a great deal of the time working. Emma and Tenna were going to Hi_School and I could hardly wait to grow up enough to look through their fashion magazine and learn to sew like they did. Such beautiful girls. I watched with interest as Pearl and Mildred sewed on their wedding dresses and Emma and I got to go courting with Tenna and Merle. I can just see George and Mildred holding hands in the swing on the front porch. Such respect, courtesy and love in a large family. This feeling they passed on to the next generation, I even want to count my second and third cousins.
I think Demarcus' passing was our first sorrow. Your mother was __________ with the birth of Ellen. Aunt Matt Curtis, Mildred, Pearl and the other girls gave him such loving, tender care, but Heavenly Father took him. He had wanted Mildred to do his finger nails, but grandfather and you mother thought it might be best to wait until he was better. Aunt Mazie asked that Mildred do them and he looked so beautiful all in white in the small casket as it was rolled along side of your mother's bed. Her sorrow at the passing of one so young and the joy of a daughter after the birth of four sons.
We have watched you grow in many ways. Your mission seemed to ease the sorrow of the passing of your parents within a few months of each other.
You made a wise decision to attend the Brigham Young University. Your struggle made for character and understanding. Your marriage to one such as Lela Finlayson, I am sure that in finding her much was made up to you. The day you graduated from the B.Y.U. Lela presented you with a son.
As head of B.Y. Printing Press you have enlarged and expanded the department, keeping up with the growth of the college.
I was just reading a letter from Uncle Millard Haymore, dated February 25, 1948, written from Los Angeles. This in part, “Went up to the B.Y.U. to call on my old friend Frank Harris and Franklin Haymore. Had a nice visit with Franklin which I enjoyed very much. He seemed to be very happy and contented. He is a very fine man and every one speaks very highly of him. He has a very good position and said he is getting along nicely”.
What a climax to a well spent life at age fifty. At the present time you are a Bishop in the church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day-Saints, two sons on a mission, a fine family that is growing up to cherish the gospel and its teachings. When our parents and grandparents gave their all to come West because they knew they had found the true church and the least we can do is to carry on where they left off.
Your father would be proud to know that you have followed in his footsteps all the was. Is it any wonder all of us come to you for council and advice. Thanks to Lela for being so understand with all of us.
Your loving, niece, Leah H Kartchner
HAYMORE FAMILY - SEVERAL STORIES WRITTEN BY AND ABOUT THE DESCENDANTS OF FRANKLIN DEMARCUS HAYMORE
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(several stories written by and about the descendants of Franklin Demarcus Haymore)
This portion written by Pearl Melissa Blackburn to Leah Haymore Kartchner, March 17, 1980:
“By way of explanation, Franklin Demarcus Haymore married Pearl Melissa Wilson Brown (a Young Widow) August, 1897. She had a small daughter also named Pearl Meliaa Brown.
“I thought I would write a few things that I call to mind in my efforts to write something about Mildred Haymore Lewis who was born 15 December, 1891 to Franklin Demarcus Haymore and Elizabeth Ann Lant.
“ We all more or less got woven into the picture as that was our daily life in Colonia Oaxaca, Sonora, Mexico. As you already have the story of the flood, the town almost all washed away; however, the church and two stores, Langfords and Haymores and Langford's brick house and some other brick houses still stood. The flood did not reach the church. John Adrum and Mary Ann Beecroft Haymore's house was back of the store about one block and the telegraph office, a two-room brick, was in between the two, also the corral for the cows was along that path.
“Your father, John Adrum (Ade) moved his family into the telegraph office after the Mexican Government move the office to Colonia Morales after the flood. Then he moved his family to San Miguel on the Bavispe River a half-days travel by horseback, to set up a Haymore store.
“While we lived there, your father and mother, Adrum and Mary Ann, left Katie (age 5) and Ada (age 3) with us in Colonia Oaxaca while they went to Salt Lake City to go to the Temple. But I cannot remember what they did with you, Leah. Did you go to Salt Lake with them? Did Katie and Ada get sealed to their parents later?”
Explanation written by Leah (Haymore) Kartchner, 1981:
The Genealogical Society
The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints
Leah H. Kartchner
San Jose State College
San Jose, 14, California
Dear Sister Kartchner:
In answer to your letter of 5 April 1967, you are informed that John Adrum Haymore and Mary Ann Beecroft were officially sealed for time and eternity, 30 August , 1903 by President Anthony W. Ivins. This sealing was performed under the direction of the First Presidency who authorized President Ivins to perform such sealings in Mexico.
This is confirmed by an entry in his journal which is on file in the office of the First Presidency. This means that all the children born after that date were born in the covenant. On the family group sheet you will show in the space of the sealings of wife to husband, the date of 30 August, 1903 and above it, the abbreviation 'MX' It is proper to show your date of sealing to your parents along with your sister Adaline as of 20 April, 1910.
It is a pleasure to be of assistance to you.
(signed) Henry E. Christiansen
My mother, Mary Ann, told me, Leah, born 11 May, 1903, that a group of young families left Colonia Oaxaca, Sonora, Mexico and traveled by wagon and team, which was a two-day journey, to Colonia Juarez, Chihuahua, Mexico.
President Ivins did the above sealings in his home at Colonia Juarez. Leah, age three months, was placed on a pillow and held by both parents, during the ceremony.
At this time Arthur and Abby Scott Haymore had Albert and Artie sealed to them.
A month before Leah had her seventh birthday, her parents, John Adrum and Mary Ann Beecroft, made the journey to Slat Lake City to be sealed in the Temple.
We were living in San Miguel, Mexico. A railroad car had been chartered by a group of Latter-day Saint wishing to journey to Salt Lake City from Colonia Dublan, Mexico. The problem was getting Ade & Mary Ann to Colonia Dublan. Ade Haymore usually had a solution to most problems. He and Mary Ann would ride their own horses. He would hire a small Mexican pony for Leah. The day of departure arrived. The hardest part for Leah was to tell goodbye to her sisters Katie and Ada, who were to be taken to Colonia Oaxaca by their grandfather, Franklin Demarcus Haymore.
Leah had never ridden the pony before and the first thing it did was jump the ditch of water separating their home from the store. She didn't even lose her straw hat which was tied under her chin with a shoestring.
Adaline was a nursing baby, so Ade and Mary Ann took turns carrying her in their arms asride their horses.
Coming to the river, Leah refused to enter the water, not wishing to have her pony jump again with her. Her father took the reins and led them safely across.
Their first night stop was at the cattle ranch of Lord Beresford from England. Leah was especially interested in the caged animals – a bear, a lion and a coyote.
Leah and her sisters spoke only the Mexico language – a mixture of Spanish and Indian, so at the evening meal while Leah was drinking water from a glass she noticed a pattern of a horseshoe at the bottom and explained there was a shoe horse in her glass.
After a good night's sleep, Ade and Mary Ann's horses were harnessed to a buggy or buckboard borrowed from the Beresfords – Leah's pony was left there.
After another day's journey they arrived at Colonia Dublan. How exciting to join relatives and friends for their first train ride. The great day arrived – fathers, mothers, children, luggage, picnic baskets – all were arranged in a railroad car – no plush chairs – no sleeping accommodations – no dining service – no valet.
Once or twice a day an attendant would clean up the car but with every one eating and sleeping in the same car, took some doing.
We were scheduled to go direct to Salt Lake City but ended up in San Francisco, due to a washout on the railroad between Los Angeles and Salt Lake. The grownups did not seem to mind the delay. They took turns baby-sitting the children while the others were sight-seeing in China town, perhaps also had their laundry done.
Reservations were awaiting us at the Newhouse Hotel in Salt Lake City. Leah soon tired of the restaurant food and suggested she sit on the curbing while the others ate.
The Temple was a delightful experience. Although Adaline cried all the time the parents were going through a session, Leah and the attendant in the nursery did not take the place of the mother. Finally, were were dressed all in white and as our parents came towards us also dressed in white, that was a welcome and beautiful sight. Now our parents were sealed for time and eternity (20 April, 1910).
A few more days in Salt Lake City, trying to see everything and everybody, especially Great Grandmother Ann June Hiett Taylor at Payson, Utah. She gave Leah an artificial pear and apple, that had been stuffed and painted. These we brought out of Mexico in 1912 but disappeared when she became a teenager.
Back to the train ride – this also became tiresome, so Leah decided to explore a little. She opened the car door and sat on the step watching the ground go by. She was soon discovered by a train attendant who hurriedly returned her to her parents.
Another day she made friends with a little boy and his father in the next car. They gave her the best-tasting chocolate bar. She later found out the Mexicans put cinnamon in their chocolate – improving the taste.
We were glad to arrive back in Colonia Dublan and get off the train and into the buggy and the horses seemed to be headed for home – another night with the Beresfords and their gracious hospitality.
We returned their buggy and Ade, Mary Ann, and Leah started for San Miguel on their horses. Adeline enjoying the comfort of her parents loving arms.
Grandfather Haymore from Colonia Oaxaca returned Katie and Ada to San Miguel and the grateful family was once more united. They had been separated nearly a month.”
Continuation of letter of Pearl Melissa Blackburn:
“Pa (F.D. Haymore) bought your house (J.A.H.) in Colonia Oaxaca. It was a four-room brick home. The flood of November, 1905 washed the brick partitions down so we kids had to chop mortar off the bricks with hatchets, the Pa (F.D.H.) rebuilt the partitions and had Brother Minerly and Jim Huish come from Dublan to plaster and paint and wallpaper the rooms, then Pa built a storeroom of red brick in the back yard close to the house with an upstairs room for Lester and Walter and LeRoy.
“Walter was the 13th child of Franklin Demarcus Haymore and his first wife Lucinda Adaline Taylor. His mother Adaline, passed away when he was born.
“Lester, son of Franklin Demarcus Haymore and Elizabeth Ann Lant, his second wife,
“LeRoy Cluff was the son of Mary Ellen (Mazie) Wilson Cluff. She married F.D.H as his fourth wife.
“We had lived in Mortenson's house before. It has a living room with lean-to rooms on two sides. After Pa (F.D.H.) married Aunt Mazie, the fall of 1908, after she had returned from Salt Lake City where she trained as a nurse for two years, her son, LeRoy, stayed in Mexico (then about eight years of age, with his grandparents, the Wilsons. He told how lonesome he was for his mother.
“Your mother, Mary Ann, came from San Miguel to have one of her babies and she stayed in the Mortenson house. Aunt Mazie delivered the baby and took care of your mother and Mildred and I did the housework and washing.
“It was Adaline who was born there – four girls for Ade and Mary Ann – Leah, Katie, Ada, and Adaline. When Mary Ann was able to travel horseback, they all returned to San Miguel, Sonora, Mexico.
“My mother, Pearl Melissa Wilson Brown Haymore died in the Mortenson house. I was thirteen years old at the time. It was in November, 1907 and I remember walking up and down the yard that evening, holding Tennas (Centenna) by her hand as she was crying and saying 'I want ma, I want ma'. Tenna was six years old and Emma Haymore, age eight.
“The fruit trees were all bare by this time and the grape vines near the house had also lost their leaves and the locust trees around the house hung bare with their brown bean pod clusters, ever so often the pods would burst, shooting their beans out with a loud pop like a gun fire.
He is the son of Franklin Demarcus Haymore and Elizabeth Ann Lant. She was the second wife of F.D.H. in polygamy.
“I remember Lester sitting by the wall by the front door with his red bandana over his face, crying for a long time and no one could console him. Lester was the most tender hearted person. He and I were the same age, so we grew up together. He was a handsome boy. He had fair hair and big, blue eyes. His hair waved naturally and his lashes were dark and long.
“His schooling was neglected as he rode after the cattle for the family on the Pulpit ranch. He was thrown among Mexican men a lot but did not take up smoking or drinking as most of the Mormon boys did who rode the range. But he learned the Spanish language and it was not what was known as scrub Spanish but very correct Spanish.
“I marvel now at the things he could do. He was often sent to bring the horses from the field before school. He was very young – about eleven. He would take off his shoes and tie them to his back, plunge into the river which was tumbling at flood stage. This was mountain country and the river was swift and deep. The current would carry him down stream some distance. You could hear the boulders tumbling along and timber and debris riding the currents and whatever came in its way even to cows bobbing along like corks on the water. When he reached the other side he would put on his wet shoes and walk the two miles up to the field along the river and get the horses and ride bareback home, hanging on to the horses mane to recross the river on the swimming horse – all this in wet pants and shoes, no matter what time of the year it was.
“Then, when the well had to be dug out at the bottom so there would be ample water for household use, Lester would ride the bucket down to the dark bottom while someone held the rope as it rode thru the pulley to gradually lower him to the bottom. All one could see from the top was a sparkly of water as it reflected the sky so you see it was very deep. Often the well ropes would break and the bucket of water would hurtle to the bottom when we were drawing water.
“When Leah Haymore was about three years old she lost her straw hat down the well – I guess it was the same one Lester went down. Leah's father, Ade, put her in the water bucket and lowered her down until the bucket touched the water and as it did so, the hat moved to the side of the well. Her father called down 'Do you have your hat?' Reply 'No, it ran'. Leah was told that she was not even tied to the rope – Leah's father was managing the store; her little straw hat wasn't worth very much, but her life was.
“Riding the range was not an easy job. It was mountain country and foothills so the cattle had to be looked after and the calves branded. The Haymore brand was 2H. They had mostly horned cattle and injured themselves in various ways and consequently had wounds that became worm infested and Lester always carried a can of medicine in his saddle bag for this work.
“So his meals were mostly campfire meals. There were two large caves on the Pulpit ranch, one was used for a corral and one for living quarters, and the Pulpit creek ran nearby. This was a lovely canyon in those days with a variety of trees along the water. Large Sycamores and Alders, Cedars, and many others.
“Ed Haymore and family lived there for a time and closed the cave in with an adobe wall. They had a big morning glory phonograph, the music of which echoed thru the canyon when playing and made life very enjoyable.
“Lester's life was mostly in the open and sleeping under the stars in those days. If he could not be home at night he slept in his saddle blanket with his saddle for a pillow and his rain slicker for a cover. No, riding was not an easy job: it was not riding along, singing a song, and dressed in dude duds. It was hard work!
“Leah had two experiences at the Pulpit Caves. When she was three months old her parents, Ade and Mary Ann, were going to Colonia Juarez, Chihuahua, Mexico to be sealed by Anthony W. Ivins. The caves were always a good place to spend the night while on their trip. Ade put down a tarp and placed the bedding on it where they were in hopes of getting a good sleep, but a rainstorm came up so Ade took hold of the tarp and pulled the bed into the caves.
“The caves were also the home of the bats which returned to their nesting place about daylight. Ade and Mary Ann covered their faces with the bed covering, but Leah wanted none of that. She always told everyone she got her freckles from the bats.
When Leah was about four, her mother took the children to visit Uncle Edd and Aunt Lil at the caves. Two small cub bears were tied by a rope around their necks and a loop was tied to the clothesline. The cubs were free to play with each other and run back and forth the full length of the clothesline. What fun the children had running just out of reach of the cubs. When a band of Gypies came by, Uncle Edd sold them the cubs. No more fun!
“Around 1909 Emma and Lester both came down with typhoid fever. They were down sick for three months and Aunt Mazie nursed them. Night or day they had to be given a sponge bath if their fever rose to a certain point. It was lucky for them that Aunt Mazie knew how to care for them. In those days they did not give typhoid cases solid food; in fact, it was only milk they got, if I remember right. Everyone had all they could do to keep things going. My mother's sister came from Colonia Morales to help with the work as Aunt Mazie was pregnant.
“We had to keep a fire under the boiling tub outside to keep the linens and all boilable things washed and boiled. Emma and Lester finally became almost like shadows of themselves. One day we had harvested the last of the tomatoes and were canning some chili sauce and Emma and Lester wanted something besides milk. It was claimed that if a typhoid patient ate solid food it would rupture their bowels.
“Emma prevailed on me to bring her some chili sauce in a bowl so she could see it. So I did and then she grabbed the bowl with both bird-claw then hands and said, 'Now bring me a spoon'. And I had to hold onto the bowl and still get it away and not hurt her. How that did hurt me.
It was the custom to cut a lady's hair when they had had typhoid fever, so it would come in thick again. Now women and girls didn't cut their hair in those days and when Emma was finally up and about they cut her hair and I will never forget the screech she gave then the first lock was shorn from her head. She hated so much to have it cut.
“Sister Matt Curtis came from Colonia Morales to help out as Aunt Mazie was pregnant and the work was really heavy.
“If we wanted water we drew it from the well; if we wanted bread we baked it; if we wanted milk we milked the cows and hoed weeds for the calves; if we wanted fruit we raised and canned it; if we wanted clothes we made them, etc.
“One day when things started to get back to normal, Aunt Mazie sat down at the organ and played a hymn and Aunt June said, 'Oh, how good it seems to hear some music again.'
“Mildred and Lynn were over to Colonia Juarez, Chihuahua, Mexico when my mother died. They were boarding at Bishop Bentley's place attending the Juarez Academy. So, when Christmas vacation came, Mildred came home. I remember her crying when she came into the house. She was three years older than I and she went to work to mend clothes and get them washed and ironed. I did washings for us, but didn't know much about mending clothes. Finally Mildred told Pa that she didn't know how to make clothes and so Pa took her back to Colonia Dublan, which was eighteen miles from Colonia Juarez to live with Sister Mame Huish as she and her girls were dress makers, so Mildred could learn to sew. She stayed there six months. Aunt June stayed with us until school was out. She was the teacher. We only had a six-month school. She went home to Colonia Morales after school was out as Grandma Wilson was getting old and she felt she should be home some of the time.
“Then Pa went to San Miguel to help build the store there and I was the oldest one there then except when Lester was home. Walter and I set the alarm clock and got up in the night to use our irrigation turn of water to water the wheat and orchard.
“Then when Mildred returned and Pa finished in Sam Miguel we cooked the rest of the summer for Brother Minerly and Jum Huish who finished Ada's house so we could move in after Pa married Aunt Mazie.
“The next winter Mildred and Lester and LeRoy and I went to Colonia Juarez and attended the academy. We kept house for ourselves in some rooms of my mother's sister, Tennie Turley. I don't remember what courses we took that winter.
J. A HAYMORE AND MARY ANN HAYMORE IN SAN MIGUEL
“Ade's father, Franklin D. Haymore, helped prepare the belongings of Ade and Mary Ann for moving to San Miguel, Sonora, Mexico. No roads – so burros were used F.D.H. Sawed the kitchen cabinet in two and each half was strapped and tied to the animal's sides, thus each piece of furniture – beds – tables, chairs were placed on the back of these small animals – going single file on the trail with a Mexican man in lead and one following as they traveled the 25 miles to the new home of Ade and Mary Ann.
“F.D. Haymore put up the adobe one-room building on the corner lot so Ade could dispose of the damaged goods of the Colonia Oaxaca flood of 1905.
“A running ditch of water separated the store from the warehouse and to this was attached a two-room dwelling for Ade, Mary Ann, Leah, Katie and Ada. Then Mary Ann made a trip horseback to Colonia Oaxaca where Adeline was born, July, 1909.
“Ade was then transferred to manage the store at Colinia Morelos, Sonora, Mexico.
“Mildred was always kind and self-sacrificing. Anut Mazie always said how she would love to have a daughter as selfless as Mildred. She and Lester were humble and loved the gospel. When Aunt Mazie would play the organ and we would gather around and sing, Lester would often sit and cry and say 'don't sing that one'. They seemed to remind him of some sad funeral or touched him somehow that he could not be consoled. Altho he could not stay on pitch he loved music but there seemed to be a lost cord somewhere that he could never find, like life was too big for him.
INEZ HAYMORE STANDAGE HAS THE FOLLOWING COMMENT
“She was to drive Aunt Erma's car, so she could care for the children. The cars in those days either leaked water or had flat tires.
“LeRoy Cluff was driving his own car to keep company and help Aunt Erma, who was to stay in Tucson and visit her sister.
“Inez went on to Mesa with LeRoy. They did not hear of Lester's illness and death until later. The land Lester was buying was taken over by his sister Mildred and her husband, George Lewis.
“Now the new Superstition Highway either goes through the land or near it. So time goes on and progress takes over.
Leah Haymore Kartchner
“Why the Douglas Branch (Ward) waited until Lester's family had left by car for Mesa to give him a farewell, I don't know. Anyway we were all gathered in the Amusement Hall. I was sitting by Lester and all during the program he had his long legs crossed and he kept moving his foot up and down, trying to keep back the tears.
“Next day he left with his wagon loaded with household goods and a good team of horses. He camped by the side of the road on the Bisbee Divide. In the night he became ill and was not able to get out of bed. As he motioned to passerbys no one stopped for some time. Finally assistance came and he told them Walter Haymore, a salesman in Bisbee, was his brother. He was contacted and put Lester in the hospital. As soon as his brother Ade heard about he, he asked Leah, his daughter, recently home from a mission, to accompany him to Bisbee. Aunt Erma had arrived and a prayer circle was held. Leah, having a hearing problem, kept her eyes open so she could watch the one praying or know when it was her turn to pray. As she did so, Lester stood up in bed and handed his sheet heavenward. Ade and Leah immediately left for Douglas. When they arrived home at 1143 8th Street, the 'phone was ringing. Lester had passed away. So again, the members of the Douglas Branch (Ward) gave Lester another farewell.
“David Franklin (Lynn) Haymore, Lester's brother, was filling a California Mission stationed in San Francisco. He had permission from Joseph McMurrin to attend the funeral.
“As we gathered at the railroad depot in Douglas and bid goodbye to Uncle Lynn and Aunt Erma as they boarded the train to accompany Lester's body for burial in Mesa, sad that our loving, kind, considerate Uncle had left us, but thankful for the good life he had let.
ERMA ROMNEY HAYMORE
As Leah Haymore Kartchner remembers her
“Erma Romney was a young lady missionary assigned to the Mexican Mission. She and her companion, Leda Thompson, were laboring in Douglas, Arizona. They had a room in the home of Franklin Demarcus Haymore at 1139 8th Street. Next door lived the Ade and Mary Ann Haymore family. A board fence separated this home and the home at 1143 8th Street.
“Leah, the eldest of the family, one day heard talking and laughter next door. Looking over the fence she was the two lady missionaries trying to start a fire under the tub full of water to heat in in order to wash their clothes. The ladies were neatly dressed and seemed to be happy and enjoying themselves.
“Lester Haymore was also laboring in the Mexican Mission. After he and Erma were released they were married and moved to Douglas. Lester worked for the Haymore Mercantile Company. He transferred to Nacozari, Sonora, Mexico. Erma gave birth to a baby girl who did not live.
“As Haymore children, we were happy – always brothers, sisters and cousins, to play with and grownup uncles and aunts to visit with – Uncles Edd, Millard and Lynn lived across the street from their father, F.D. And brother Ade Haymore. Here Lester had lived before going on his mission. Now Erma came into our lives. She was the need of a young crowd to improve themselves. She chose plays and dramatics to teach them.
Leah was now in High School and was so grateful to Aunt Erma for giving her a part in a play. This training helped her at school, home and later on her mission in the Eastern States (1923-25).
“One day a letter came to Leah from Aunt Erma. In it was a dollar bill and this quote. 'Give to the world the best you have and the best will come back to you.'
“Leah returned home. Aunt Erma was still directing plays and Leah was given a leading part. Charles Huish played opposite her and Douglas Driggs was her little brother.
“Then Leah went to the “Y” and Aunt Erma (Norma and Lester, Jr were soon to follow). Husband, Lester, had passed away and Erma was to attend the “Y”.It was she who found the Haymore girls, Leah, Katie, and Ada an apartment in Provo. She often invited us to dinner and what a treat.
“Erma's mother cared for Baby Lester. He had a large enclosed lot to play in but missed his mother when she would go off to school.
“One day Leah was going down the hall at the “Y” and noticed a door ajar to a small closet. Looking in, she saw Aunt Erma studying – eating and crying. Lonesome for the departed husband. If she went home for lunch, to leave her baby again was a heartache.
“Then Leah married Wayne Kartchner and they attended the “Y” together. Again it was a treat to be invited to Aunt Erma's for dinner. Her determination was an inspiration to us.
“Then we moved to California and now retired, live in Mesa. Now Aunt Erma has come home to rest. How beautiful and peaceful she looked in her coffin. Her reward will be great. I am grateful for the help she gave me along the way. I can still see Aunt Erma cracking out black walnuts to make her father-in-law, F.D.H., his favorite cake.
LIFE OF ELLEN IRETA HAYMORE BRADSHAW
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LIFE OF ELLEN IRETA HAYMORE BRADSHAW
I was born in Douglas, Arizona the youngest child of Franklin Demarcus Haymore and Mary Ellen (Mazie) Wilson Cluff Haymore. My brother Franklin was 3 ½ years older than I was and we two grew up together. We had many half brothers and sisters already grown and married with families before we came along. Many of their children were close to our ages and became our dearest pals.
In Douglas where I spent my earliest years I remember my brothers Adrum and his wife Mary Ann and their family. They lived next door to us on 8th Street. Anna Lee was my dearest friend and pal and seemed like a sister and Franklin had Roscoe for a close companion. Other brothers I remember in Douglas along with their wives and families were Lynn, or David F., Ed, Walter, Millard and Lester. Of my sisters I remember Emma and Tenna living at home with us before they were married only briefly. Mildred was married and had a family and also Pearl. Family dinners and get-togethers were great fun and I used to look forward to them. We children had many good times together.
We moved to Gilbert and lived on a farm when I was still in elementary school. A few miles away on the base line lived my brother Arthur and his wife Abby and their large family. Also nearby lived my brother LeRoy Cluff and his family and my sister Mildred and her family. Going to visit them was always fun and exciting. I remember hearing my father say that a farm was a better place to raise a family than in town. We had our orchard and our garden and our cows and chickens. My parents worked very hard to take care of us. Then my father became very ill and had to have an operation and was never well again. I remember how excited we were when he finally came home from the hospital, after many months away. He used to love having his married children come to visit him. When Adrum and Mary An would come from Douglas I remember he would always ask my father to play the violin. After some persuasion my father would pick up the old violin and play “Dixie” with my mother accompanying him on the piano. He liked music, but felt bad about the fact that he was never taught to sing. I never heard him sing. His favorite hymns were Rock of Ages and Redeemer of Israel.
I graduated from the eighth grade at Gilbert and then we moved away, but before this we took a trip to North Carolina where my father was born and raised. He wanted to go back home one more time and show it to us and also he felt the need to gather genealogy. The trip was arranged this way. My mother and father rode the train along with Arthur and Abby and their youngest child, Ruthie, who was only a baby, while the rest of us drove two cars. Lynn and family in one car and in the other car Frank and I and my sister Emma. It took us about 10 days by car, as we didn't hurry, and my father and all were glad to see us when we arrived. I remember we were at one of the relatives homes when we all got together and he was so happy to see us all and glad to know we had a safe and pleasant trip. He pulled me down on his lap in the big rocking chair he was sitting in and I remember him telling everyone, “You know, the older I get the more I appreciate my family.” That instance is one of the fondest memories I have of my father.
Then, a year or two following this trip my father built us a new home in Mesa and we moved to Mesa. A year later both my parents died, it was the summer of 1931. Frank had just graduated from Mesa High School and I was just a freshman.
It wasn't a happy year there in Mesa because my parents were so ill, especially my father, and he suffered a great deal. He called for the Elders to administer to him several times. On one of these occasions I remember that after wards he said to us, “Just as soon as they put their hands on my head the pain left me.” So, for awhile he was free of the terrible pain, but for many months he had to endure it. He died on the 8th of July 1931 in Douglas. My mother had died just a month before on the 7th of June in Phoenix following an operation for removal of a goiter. Her death was sudden and tragic. We were called in the middle of the night to rush to the hospital and soon after we arrived they told us she was dying and so we watched her die. She was buried in Douglas, My father was already in Douglas. He was taken to the funeral in an ambulance and just a month later he died too.
I stayed the summer in Douglas with Mary Ann and her family. About two years before this her husband Adrum and son Roscoe had been killed in a plane crash, and also a daughter Katie, a lovely young woman, had died in an automobile accident. Lester took sick and died suddenly and was buried in Mesa. His wife Erma and son Lester Jr. and daughter moved to Salt Lake City and we didn't get to see them very often after that. So Mary Ann and her lovely family helped me get through the summer. They took care of me and I stayed in their home. Anna Lee was everything to me then.
Before school started I received a letter from Tenna inviting me to come to Prescott where she lived with her husband, Merle Allen and two daughters, Adonna and Joan, inviting me to go on a trip to Washington to see our sister Emma and her family. So I did this and we had a nice trip and when we got back to Prescott I stayed with them and made my home there. My brother Franklin was called on a mission about this time. He filled an honorable mission to the Northern States.
I stayed with Tenna for several years and attended High School in Prescott. This was a happy time. She was always so sweet, kind and patient, loving everyone, and Merle was so good too, making me feel one of them and doing so much for me. Then, one summer while visiting Douglas with Mary Ann and family I was invited by Leah, Anna Lee's oldest sister, who was married by then, to come and stay with her family in Palo Alto, California where her husband, Wayne Kartchner, was teaching and going to school. This was a tempting offer and I decided to take it, and I spent a wonderful year with them in California. They helped me so much, inspired me to do better, and encouraged me to finish school and study music. They had two small daughters then, Joyce and Wynnette, and their home w always a nice place to be.
The following year I attended B.Y.U. High School in Provo, Utah. Wayne helped me get enrolled. After graduation in spring I spent the summer in Prescott with Tenna. Then in the fall I went to Provo again and attended B.Y.U. for a quarter. Then Anna Lee and I journeyed to Phoenix, Arizona and enrolled in the Phoenix School of Beauty Culture. After a few months there I met a boy, Elmer Willis Johonson. We fell in love and were married April 1, 1938. We lived in Salt Lake City first, then in Prescott, Arizona, then in Mesa, Arizona, where our first child was born. We named him Elmer Walter Johnson. When he was only about a month old our country was thrown into another war when the Japanese bombed Pearl Harbor. When Walter was 2 years old my husband was drafted into the U.S. Army and I again moved to Prescott to be near Tenna during my time alone. Soon after moving to Prescott and living near Tenna in the little house in her back yard, I found that I was pregnant again. Adonna was married and home again too, as her husband was in the service and she was pregnant, too. So that year we had our babies. Also, my dearest friend, Nina Bell Tenney Parry had another baby that year.
Leslie was born in Prescott while his father was away. He came to see us on leave when Leslie was a month old on his way to the South Pacific. We didn't see him again for a long time or know where he was exactly, but we wrote letters and looked forward to the time when we cold be together again. Then, finally the war was over and he came home again. We were happy, but not for long. He had changed and I had too. Finally I could see I had to start a new life, so I divorced him in 1948. My brother, LeRoy Cluff, living on a dairy farm in Chandler, moved us to his farm where we lived in a small house of his, and he took care of us. Both he and Helen, his wife, were so good to us. I was completely dependent on them. I remember at this time my brother Millard Haymore sent me $100 on each of the two Christmases I spent in Chandler after I was divorced. I appreciated it so much.
At this time I had a hearing problem with a 75% to 80% hearing loss, and wore no hearing aid. I read in the newspaper that the State helped handicapped people to become self supporting through the State Department of Vocational Education. I looked into this and they did help me and I was able to get a hearing aid and go to school again. I graduated from a school of Cosmetology in Phoenix and passed the State Board Exam and got my license to work in a beauty shop. I found a job in Mesa and worked there for several months and was able to become partly self-supporting.
Then Pearl came to see me out at Chandler and brought a friend with her. He was a nice looking middle-aged man, and single. Pearl said after the introduction, “He's just like your are, divorced and alone.” So I met Samuel Leonard Bradshaw. He promptly asked me for a date. That night when he came he brought flowers. I was 33 and he was 40. We became acquainted, he told me his story, and I told him mine. He was a good man, religious and devoted to the church just as Pearl had said. She also said he would never be rich, which was true too. Anyway, he had four children, two boys and two girls, Sam, Jeneane, Sue and Charley. Charley and Leslie and were the same age, 6 years. I got the impression he wanted to get married again that very first night we met. Sure enough he proposed within a few days and since I thought he was great and was quite crazy about him by then, I accepted and we were married in the Temple June 23, 1950.
We lived in Mesa at 137 East 1st Street near his parents. We had six children to start with and immediately I became pregnant. Bobby was born the next year (Robert Lynn) and Frankie the following year (Franklin Gene). Jimmy came next (James Loren) and Bret last (Bret Alan). Walter and Leslie were adopted and sealed to Leonard and me.
We moved to our present house at 1647 East 1st Place before Jimmy was born, nearly 14 years ago. Sara, Jeneane, Sue Walter and Leslie are all married and Charlie plans to be married in June of this year. We just found our last night. (March 15, 1970)
Bob is 19 now and old enough to go on a mission and wants to. Frank will be 18 in June and will graduate from High School this spring. Jimmy will soon be 13 and Bret is 11. Leonard and I are coming along in years.
Nearly 4 years ago Leonard was in a serious car accident which left him with many bruises and broken bones and his health has not been good since. However, he is trying to work again and I am working, too. Bob and Frank work part time and go to school. We hope they all turn out well. We hope we do, too.
My brother Ed, Millard, Walter, Lynn and Arthur are all dead now, also my beloved sister Tenna. But their children and grandchildren are here, all wonderful relatives to be proud of.
I still have two wonderful brothers left, Frank and LeRoy, who have loved and helped me throughout my life and have raised wonderful families. And I still have two wonderful sisters, Mildred and Emma. I love both of them and their families. I, too love and appreciate my family and loved-one more as I get older. I know I should, too, because they deserve it.
Walter was called to the Southern Eastern Mission. He left in January 1962 and filled a mission there. Leslie was called to the Swiss Mission in August 1963 and filled a mission there. He then went into Italy when that mission was opened.
EXODUS FROM MEXICO - 1912
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EXODUS FROM MEXICO – 1912
TOLD TO LEAH HAYMORE KARTCHNER BY WALTER TAYLOR HAYMORE
John Aderum (Ade) was the sixth child of Franklin Demarcus Haymore and Lucinda Adeline Taylor, death 23 May 1897, in Colonia Oaxaca, Sonora, Mexico.
Ade Haymore was managing one of the Haymore and Sons stores for his father at Colonia Morelos, Sonora, Mexico, year 1912. The northern part of Mexico was experiencing the depredation of a bandit, Pancho Villa. This Mexican general had tried to capture the state of Sonora, but in his attempt to take Agua Prieta, Sonora, Mexico, he found regular Mexican soldliers, which had been shipped over United States railroads and this had caused Villa to swear he would kill any Americans he could find, thus he turned south in search of more interesting things to do.
The Mormon colonists had been advised by the President of the United States, William Taft 1912, Woodrow Wilson 1913 and President Modero-Huerta and Carranza respectively of Mexico and President Joseph F. Smith of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints to leave their adopted land and return to the United States. Hardships and heartaches resulted. Leaving ones home even in an adopted country is not always easy especially when one has no place to go or any way to make a living for ones family. The colonies of Oaxaca and Morelos had been founded by Mormon colonists, they were well established, happy and living the gospel of Jesus Christ to the best of their ability.
Franklin D. Haymore asked his eldest son Edd, if he would take a couple of wagons and load them with merchandise from the store in Colonia Morelos and start for Douglas, Arizona. His brother Ade, manager of the store helped Edd to make wise selections, clothing and shoes being the main items. These could be sold at Agua Prieta, Sonora, Mexico or across the international line at Douglas, Arizona.
Edd started out alone as Ade had his wife Mary Ann and three small daughters, Leah, Katie and Ada, and a son Roscoe to get to safety into Douglas, Arizona. After a reasonable length of time had passed and Edd had not arrived in Agua Prieta, Mexico, a searching party was dispatched on the road between Colonia Morelos and Agua Prieta, Mexico. Edd's empty wagon was found, no sign of his horses so the family presumed he was dead.
Ade mounted his trusted horse and set out alone for Colonia Morelos to warn his brothers about Edds fate, for them not to remain in Mexico, during these unsettled times. Ade rode all night arriving in Colonia Morelos just at day break, his ride was one of sixty miles through inhospitable country, not only because of the fear of ambush by the red flaggers but it was also a country of little water, the desert covered with cactus, sharp rocks and thorny bushes. The heat in the day time in the late summer was almost unbearable so Ade chose to ride at night.
In the meantime the sheriff posse of Cochise county was standing by to help in the search for Edd Haymore an American citizen. The United States was reluctant to enter Mexico and cause an uprising between the two countries. Edd was found walking along and he told this story.
He was taken by a band of red flaggers (those against the Mexican government) they commanded him to stop his team and wagon and dismount. The soldiers immediately jumped into the wagons pulling out the merchandise, exchanging their worn out clothing for new suits and shoes. And during this time they were discussing what to do with their captive. Understanding their language he reasoned with them that they all had new clothes so the should be freed. This they decided to do. Taking his horses they rode off into the desert. Edd decided he just as well have new clothes which he exchanged for those he was wearing. He then took his water bag and started out afoot for Agua Prieta. He was worn out, hungry and thirsty when he was rescued by a searching party from Douglas, Arizona.
Ade and his brothers did not know of Edd's rescue until they later arrived back to Douglas, Arizona after a narrow escape from the red flaggers.
When Ade Haymore arrived at the Colonia Morelos Mercantile store that he had been managing for his father, his brothers were making preparations to ride their horses for the United States border. Quick decisions had to be made as to what things should be taken from the store, Ade selected a silk quilt which he planned to tie on his pack horse, but did not make it.
Lester Haymore was sent to the Mormon colony of Colonia Oaxaca, twenty-five miles on up the Bavispi River to tell Marion Naegle and LeRoy Cluff to come and join them at Colonia Morelos and they would all ride out together, figuring there was safety in numbers.
While final arrangements were being made Walter came running to say a group of Mexicans were riding down the wash toward the store. A quick decision was made for all the fellows to meet at Lillywhite's flour mill and from there to try to work their way out to the hills and pass where they could meet Marion Naegle, Lester Haymore and LeRoy Cluff, on their was from Colonia Oaxaca.
Hog mountain was the name given to the hills where an exchange of shots were made. Ade had trained himself as Captain and was so recognized by the group which had drilled under his direction for just such an emergency so the final say was up to him.
Marion, LeRoy and Lester arrived and they all started for the border intending to cross the line at Agua Prieta, Mexico into the town of Douglas, Arizona where their families were waiting for them.
Some horsemen were seen on the hill above where the men were assembled so Marion and others went after them and returned with extra horses. Walter was leading one pack animal which was shot by the Mexicans so Ade rode up and cut the rope and told Walt to ride on and forget the animal.
Fearing ambush or another attack from the other side of the mountain or small hills surrounding Colonia Morelos the decision was made to hide in a clump of brush and wait until dusk and then make a ride for the border. This they did, weary and hungry they came upon a ranch house. The friendly Mexicans fed the men and horses and made them welcome while they rested.
Riding into Agua Prieta in the late afternoon early September 1912. What a welcome sight was the smoke from the tall stacks of the Copper Queen smelter, this meant that Douglas was just across the international border. There they would not have fear from an attack from the rebel armies in Mexico. Here loved ones greeted the men and were thankful for their safe return.
Franklin Demarcus Haymore and Lucinda Adeline Taylor had thirteen children. John Adrum was the sixth child and Walter Taylor was the thirteenth. His mother passed away when he was born 23 of May 1897 in Colonia Oaxaca, Sonora, Mexico. One of the ladies in the town had a baby girl she was nursing so she took Walter and cared for him.
Later his sister Martha Haymore Douglass had Walter brought to her at Payson, Utah and she took care of him as she had a son, Earl about the same age. Finally Franklin had Walter brought back to him in Mexico.
Lester was the son of Franklin and second wife Elizabeth Lant. She was from Utah but moved to Mexico with Franklin.
LeRoy was a step son of Franklin and a son of Mary Ellen (Mazie) Wilson Cluff Haymore.
Marion Naegle married Eva Haymore, she passed in childbirth.
Their story and experienced told in getting out of Mexico into the United States was the early fall of 1912. Walter was only fifteen and his brother Ade twice that age.
Interesting to know what has happened to the above persons. Ade and son Roscoe killed in their plane 11 July 1930, Douglas. Walter Haymore passed away, Tuscon, Arizona with heart attack. Lester Haymore passed in a hospital, Warren, Arizona, 1926. LeRoy Cluff died in Chandler, Arizona, 22 June 1973. Marion Naegle passed away in Pomerene, Arizona.
I, Leah Haymore Kartchner am eighty years young today 11 of May 1983. In 1912 my father Ade brought my mother Mary Ann and sister Ada, and brother Roscoe from Colonia Morelos to Douglas, Arizona in a buck board. He did not have room for me and my sister Katie so he asked my uncle Rueben Naegle and wife Sarah Beecroft if we could ride with them in their covered wagon. We were delighted as their daughters Rose was Leah's age, nine and Katie was Verna age which was seven. What a delightful time we had riding and walking when the horses seemed too slow for active young girls.
Bishop Brown had his people leave Colonia Morelos in a group. He didn't make it to the top of the hill, his wagon turned over going up the muddy, slippery road. One of the twin boys in Sister Janes arms fell out and the wagon wheel rested upon his little body. She cradeled his baby head in her lap. After the burial they did not catch up with us.
Our first night out, after supper and the prayers, Conrad Naegle played us on his old Victorola, “Home Sweet Home.” Very few of us ever returned to our homes.
I have wondered what happened to our playful kittens, our trusted dog and the gentle cow. Mother's dishes, the familiar pictures hanging on the walls. Our beds, the sewing machine that mother had used to make dresses for her four young daughters. I never see an old crock butter churn that I don't think of my happy childhood.
Leah Haymore Kartchner. 1983
A BIOGRAPHY OF JOHN ADRUM HAYMORE
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JOHN ADRUM HAYMORE
LEAH HAYMORE KARTCHNER
7 FEBRUARY 1934
Dedicated by My Mother, Brothers and Sisters
John Adrum Haymore born 7 February 1880, died 11 July 1930
In writing this biography, I will first give a brief account of my father's parentage and history, so that an idea will be gained of the conditions under which he was born and raised.
My grandfather, Franklin Demarcus Haymore, was born at Mt. Airy, N. C., the twelfth of August, 1849. His parents were Daniel Haymore Junior and Martha Hall. There were seven children, he being the fifth child and second son.
My grandfather remembered as a young boy of having the Mormon missionaries call at their home to hold a cottage meeting. One of the young Elders was B. H. Roberts. Evidently they made some impression on him although it wasn't until after he moved to Payson, Utah that he was baptized by Henry G. Boyle and confirmed by Thomas Daniels, both taking place in February, 1870.
Franklin D's parents were opposed to this new religion, especially when he expressed his desire to be baptized and become one of its members.
In their neighborhood lived Benjamin Taylor Junior and his wife Ann Jane Hiatt an their two daughters, Lamceia Ann and Lucinda Adaline, (Lucinda born July 13, 1851), also a small son Millard A. The missionaries also visited this family, and they accepted their message as the Restored Gospel of Jesus Christ. They had a desire to go west that they might be with the main body of Saints.
Franklin Haymore and Adaline Taylor (reported to be the most beautiful girl in the valley) were in love with each other. What should they do, marry and go west with the Taylors or remain in Mt. Airy? His parents offered them a newly built home if they would remain there. However, they decided to go to Utah to be with her folks and the Latter Day Saints. Finally they left Mt. Airy with scarcely any worldly possessions, but he had a bride who had implicate faith in his ability; they loved each other and they had the Gospel of Jesus Christ. Thus, they joined the Taylor family in their westward journey. My grandfather told me that all their belongings were placed on a flat top railroad car. Thus, they journeyed from Mt. Airy, N.C. to Payson, Utah arriving July 31, 1869 in company with Henry G. Boyle.
As my grandfather Haymore was a good carpenter and blacksmith, he bought land and built a very sturdy, modern, and artistic home which is preserved today. It was here that my father, John Adrum, was born, the seventh of February, 1880, the fifth son and sixth child of a family of thirteen.
More land was purchased, they engaged in farming and cattle raising. A blacksmith shop was erected on the back of the lot adjoining the home, grandfather not only did his own work but also did blacksmithing for those of the town who needed such services.
While his children were still young grandfather was called on a mission back to his native state, North Carolina, also Tennessee and Georgia. He visited his people but they would not change their opinion regarding Mormonism. Of course, he found happiness in taking his message to others.
During his absence, grandmother, not only managed her family, but helped the boys make the living. There was land to be cultivated, horses and cattle to be looked after in addition to her many duties as a mother that of spinning and weaving materials to make their clothes.
My grandfather always praised and admired his wife for her fine management during this time, and also for her keen business ability quality which her sons seem to have inherited. She would glean over a patch of string beans then turn it over to the boys, telling them they could have what they made from it.
As the school house was next door, it was possible for my father to help his mother, doing chores and odd jobs, until the school bell rang, then he would jump the fence, boy fashion, and be there on time. On wash days he was kept out of school to turn the washer for his mother, a service which she must have greatly appreciated because of her large family and many duties.
My father said he took one organ lesson which was from his sister Martha, but when it was time to take the second one he was no place to be found. As most boys do he decided to run away from home, he went as far as the orchard and ate apples all day, but when night came he was ready to go back home again. He learned to count up to ten in German from his Grandmother Taylor.
When my father was young his grandmother Taylor used to have him drive a buggy and horse for her for which she paid him, the money he saved to buy dance tickets. When they would come to a ditch she would say to the horses, “Woa, woa, there's a gully”.
My grandfather was living one of the teachings of the church, that of polygamy. His second marriage was to Elizabeth Lant. The government of the United States did not approve of this doctrine of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints so they began persecuting those who were practicing plural marriage. Soon after this time my grandfather received a call from President Woodruff to help colonize in Mexico. He made a trip to this country to look over conditions before moving his families. While there he worked as a blacksmith and carpenter. One of his first jobs was given him by Ammon Tenny at Colonia Diaz as black smith and sawing logs for a house which he built in the dead of winter. He later worked at Ojetis then returned to Utah for his family.
What a shock to his faithful, sensitive wife who had borne twelve children, and was expecting her thirteenth in a few months to learn that her pioneering days were not over. She was to give up her home, father and mother and follow her husband to not only a distant but foreign land, Mexico. However, the comforting thought was that they had each other and the Gospel of Jesus Christ.
No doubt there was much preparation for such a long journey. The wagons had to be in good condition, blacksmithing work to be done, good shoes on the horses and enough provisions to last at least part of the trip. Water was scarce, so barrels were tied on to the sides of the wagon in which water could be placed not only for the people but for the horses. The desert roads were unimproved and almost impassable in places. Indian tribes were on the war path and some of the rivers were overflowing.
Arrangements were made by Grandfather for their son Franklin Edgar and his wife to care for the home and furniture as he had promised Grandmother if she did not like Mexico she could return to Payson.
Their necessities were put in a wagon which my father and his brother Millard took turns driving. Grandfather and grandmother and the small children, Eva and Veda, rode in a covered topped buggy.
Two of the other boys Franklin Edgar and Darius Wilburn as well as a sister Martha Ann remained in Payson. Uncle Arthur was already in Mexico and four sons had died in infancy.
Grandfather planned that they should start their journey early in the fall that they might arrive in Colonia Oaxaca, Mexico, before winter and the snow overtook them. From Payson they went to Panquitch and when they reached Fort Apache they rested for a few days under the protection of the United States soldiers as the Apache Kid was on the war path; they did not want any trouble.
The Colorado River was crossed when it was swollen and dangerous both to their lives and their outfit. When they arrived in the Gila Valley they rested for several days at the little town of Eden. Then they journeyed on to Ia Morita, Mexico, near Bisbee, Arizona, arriving there about the 18th of December, 1896. The church had made arrangements with the port authorities to cross all their belongings free of duty. At this point they were met by Uncle Arthur with fresh horses then went on to Oaxaca arriving there on the 24th of December 1896 taking them nearly seven weeks to make the trip.
They had to live in a crude shelter made of canes, tarp, mud and willows until the log house could be built. They immediately started an adobe home, but my grandmother died when Walter was born on the 23 of May 1897, five months after their arrival.
When the Haymores first arrived in Mexico, my father wanted to go right back to Payson. His father said if he would stay a year and still wanted to go back he would pay all of his expenses. But he changed his mind by then.
My father spent very little time at school after they moved to Mexico, he was sent out to ride the range, clearing mesquite off the flats for planting. But the refining influence of their good mother and the wise counsel of their father was a constant reminder to this family of growing boys and girls.
One day my father had charge of things around the home. Two neighbor girls came over to get his sister Eva to go play with them. My father said, “Yes, she could go as soon as she finished the dishes.” As they progressed with the dish washing they decided it would take too long to do the pots and pans so they hid them under a cover hanging in front of a shelf. When they were ready to leave my father came in to see if every thing was done up and discovered the unwashed things, he made Eva come back and do them.
My father and his brother Millard went to work on other cattle ranches in Mexico and Arizona. They earned enough money to buy chaps, boots, and revolvers, quite an event in the life of a young boy in those days.
Two or three years after arriving in Mexico the Haymore family came down with the small pox. My father was very ill and Mother remembers how terrible he looked with those awful pits and red marks all over his face. I guess she never dreamed that some day this boy would be her husband.
The Haymores moved to Mexico when my father was about seventeen and my mother fourteen. She came from Manassa, Colorado with her father after the death of her mother. From then on they were raised in Oaxaca together although at first he ran with an older crowd until she was about 17, then one day when they were riding horseback he told her from then on he wanted to call on a little black eyed girl that he knew. They went together for a year then were married on January 1, 1902, at Colonia Oaxaca, Sonora, Mexico. He was twenty-two and she was eighteen. My father was several hours late for his wedding. Three or four days before he was to be married he went to ride the range for several wild horses for which he had traded one of his good ones. They were so hard to catch that he rode much farther than he intended and it was impossible to get back on time. All the town had been invited to the wedding and dinner. Plenty of chicken and noodles, baked hams, pies, cakes, bottled fruit, pickles, jelly and cheese had been prepared. Wedding cake, one dark, one light.
My grandmother Beecroft having died when my mother was about eleven years old, she and her 3 sisters, Isabelle, Rose, and Alice and a brother, Christopher, were raised by a childless couple Mr. and Mrs. John Rencher. Her sister Isabelle was in Colonia Dublan taking a dress making course so she selected the material for the wedding dress and sent it to my father's sister Martha to make. White cashmere, pin tucks, leg of mutton sleeves, white water wave ribbon for bows, silk lace, high neck line, slenderizing waist effect, and the skirt was just one mass of fullness. A public invitation was given in church for all the town to attend the wedding and dinner.
When the appointed hour for the wedding arrived, the bride wouldn't dress until the groom came. The bolder older men offered to stand proxy, some of the women ventured the thought that the groom had skipped the country. Automobiles and telephones were unknown in this part of Mexico, so the hundred or more guests just waited.
No wonder there was cheering when the groom rode into the town, unsaddled his horse, and dressed as soon as possible. Mother said he smiled all through the ceremony because some of his boy friends were still amused and smiling because he was late.
The bride and bridegroom cakes were not eaten at the dinner so they were taken to the dance that night and a piece cut for each person. The groom paid for the orchestra and the bride's outfit.
The next day the bride and bridegroom and some friends spent the day taking back the borrowed dishes in a wagon. They moved to the one room log cabin owned by my grandfather Haymore, and he gave them a 100 pound sack of beans and tallow.
Grandfather Haymore and P. C. Haynie decided to start jointly a Mercantile business, so this newly married couple for their honeymoon went on the running gears of a wagon to Colonia Dublan for a load of lumber to build the new store building. My father worked some on the building and they lived in the log cabin next to it, and he worked on the range.
Grandfather Haymore had some land three miles out of Oaxaca which his son Darius had been farming. He decided to go to Payson, Utah so he asked my parents if they would take it over just as it was. The tomatoes and other produce was nearly ready. Mother said my father would take a wagon load of things to town and give it all away to his friends and relatives, so about all they had was a living, making very little. So my father decided this wasn't his line of work.
The mercantile business of Grandfather and Mr. Haynie had not prospered so well, my father said if they would let him manage it he would put it on a paying basis. This they agreed to and the first six months a 100 per cent dividend was declared. Even though my father's education was limited and he had had no business training, he helped to make the store a success.
Again my parents lived in the log cabin, next to the store. Grandfather had given them a bed, dresser, and wash stand which belonged to my grandmother. He helped make a table and cupboard. When my father had a rush on in the store my mother would go out and help him, also during his lunch time she would watch the store.
My parents made a trip to Magdalena to buy shoes for the store, these they purchased from a Chinese manufacturer. The shoes merely came in sizes, no left and right shoes as we have them today.
They started on their journey a week or so before Christmas nearly a year after they were married. Their outfit was composed of an empty wagon except for a few provisions, bedding, two horses, Bay and Black, and a dog whose name was Tan. All went well until they camped in the foothills between Naco, Arizona and Cananea, Mexico. The horses had been raised where there were no trains and as it so happened they camped near a railroad. The trains did not pass often or with much speed but the strange noise frightened the horses and they ran away even though Bay was hobbled.
During the night the snow fell enough to cover the ground. The next morning my father and mother had prayers fixed their breakfast and he started out to find the horses. He hunted all day but had to return at night without them. The next day this young couple prayed and asked for help before my father took up his search again, returning at night weary and discouraged because he could find no trace of the horses.
Mother stayed with the wagon and each day tramps came along the railroad track and seeing the wagon they came over and asked for food. It was necessary for her to dig grass roots and keep a fire, that she might bake the bread in the bake oven., this she shared with them. She did not want to have any trouble with these Mexican peons as she was caring for the five-hundred dollars with which they planned to purchase the shoes. They discussed using this money to buy another team that they might continue their journey, but each day they were hopeful of finding the ones they had lost.
Each day for ten days my father hunted for his horses. He went out each morning on a mule he had borrowed from the roundup near Lamerita. He had no saddle and just a rope around its neck that he might guide it. Later he found a horse that was hobbled and this he used while the mule rested.
During the day time in order to keep warm Mother spent most of her time in bed which was made up in the wagon. A Book of Mormon was all she had to read, magazines and books were scarce and difficult to get hold of. While she was reading the Book of Mormon she kept thinking to herself, I wish I could see the three Nephites, or just one of them. One can just imagine the loneliness of this nineteen year old girl, being left alone all day long and wondering what the outcome would be. She was expecting her first child in four or five months.
One evening a man on horse back rode up and inquired if they had lost their horses. Mother told him they had and he told her to hurry to the near-by watering hole and she would find them there. She hesitated because of leaving the money, usually she kept the dog or the gun with her, but that morning my father had taken the gun, and the dog insisted on following even though he was sent back several times. Mother hurried to get a rope, and when she looked up the fellow had disappeared as mysteriously as he had arrived. She thought it strange that he was in shirt sleeves, and bare back on a Bay horse on such a cold day, also that he was an American and spoke good English, when all the rest who stopped were Mexicans and asked for food. She immediately went to the watering hole, but was greatly disappointed by not finding the horses; however, there were tracks all around, and the dirt was still damp where the water had been splashed upon the sides of the bank. She went back to the wagon and my father soon arrived so she told him what had happened. They went over to the watering hole together but it was nearly dark, and almost impossible to follow the tracks at night so my father decided to wait until daybreak. He started out early the next morning on the mule, rode about ten miles when he came to a fence and inside were his horses. When he spoke they recognized him, and followed along the fence as he rode toward the ranch house to find a gate to let them out. The horses were so gaunt and poor that he couldn't help believing that they had been in this pasture for the ten days, and he had been guided there by a divine messenger.
When he arrived at the ranch house, an old Mexican appeared at the door, and my father told him those were his horses and he would like to get them out. The fellow said he couldn't have them until the cow boys came home that night. It then dawned on my father that no doubt they were cattle rustlers, and he didn't want to have trouble with such hombres.
My father got off the mule, mounted the Bay, and started driving the mule and black horse. When the old man saw that he was leaving he ran in the house, no doubt to get a gun, but by that time my father was well on his way. The experiences he had had riding race horses no doubt came in handy.
I imagine what a happy sight it was to my Mother as she saw her husband come riding in with the horses. The borrowed mule had to be returned but night was upon them. That night both horses were tied to the wagon, when the train came by they were frightened and dragged the wagon at least a half block trying to get away. My father and mother were in the wagon trying to sleep.
The next day while my father was returning the mule another train came by. Bay was tied to the wagon with a lasso rope. As soon as Mother heard the train she ran and put a bridle on him and held on for dear life, each time he was frightened he would rear up on his hind legs and she would go up in the air with him, but she could not take a chance of letting him get away again.
After returning the mule, my father came back to camp and prepared the horses for the onward journey to Cananea. When they arrived in town they noticed a man sitting on the steps of the hotel reading. It happened to be President Anthony W. Ivins. They had a nice visit with him, telling him of their experience, and the purpose of their trip. They went on to Magdalena and ordered the shoes, but had to wait three days while they were being made. During their stay they were guests at the home of General Emilio Koskolitay, he being the man who owned the land that the Mormons had purchased for their colonizing purposes.
Magdelina is a typical Mexican town, but lovely and interesting because of its climate and surroundings. The orange trees were in blossom, as well as bearing ripe fruit, the sunshine was lovely, and it was here that my parents spent their first Christmas after their marriage. They had each other even though they were among strangers and far away from their people.
While waiting for the shoes they bought provisions, including a box of oranges and had every thing in readiness by the time the shoes were finished. The horses had been grained and well fed, and had such a needed rest. They started back to Colonia Oaxaca but were held at Naco for three days because the custom officers were celebrating and didn't have time to look at the papers which proved the shoes were made in Mexico. Finally they were told to go on but before they could get away a guard with a gun was placed in front of the team. My father stood it as long as he thought it was necessary then he told the Mexican to stand to one side, and he started the horses out and loped them for several miles, he told my mother where the gun was in case they were followed.
The first river crossing between Colonia Morelos and Colonia Oaxaca was swollen but they thought they could cross. Midway they sank in the sand, looking to the opposite bank they saw a friend on a horse who threw them a rope which was fastened around the tongue of the wagon and he pulled them out. The second crossing was even worse so the horses were unhitched and the load of shoes were left between the two crossings and they rode on to Colonia Oaxaca horseback. They arrived there New Year's Day in time to go to the dance and celebrate their wedding anniversary of one year. The next day my father returned for the load of shoes.
Five months later on the 11 of May, 1903, I was born in the log cabin. I was always grateful to my father because he wanted his first child to be a girl. I resembled my mother having dark brown eyes and light brown wavy hair. I was named Leah after President Anthony Ivins' daughter. Mother said she was quite perturbed because I didn't behave like the dolls she used to play with. She would get part way to the store thinking I was asleep, when I let he know otherwise. She wold then have to return to the house instead of going to the store to help my father as she was accustomed to do.
As I grew older my mother helped my father again by making candy and men's shirts for the store.
Two years later on the 22 of June, 1905, a baby sister, Katie, was born. She had blue eyes, the color of my father's and light hair and a sweet and pleasing disposition. She was named for my grandmother Beecroft.
One day I lost my huichole (hat) down the well. My father put me in a bucket and sent me down after it. As the bucket touched the water, little ripples were formed and the hat would go away from me to the other side of the well. Finally my father called down and asked if I had the hat. My reply was, “No, it runs”.
One day Katie and I did something to displease him, he switched our skirts, Mother said, never one touching us but we must have been plenty frightened, after wards he felt badly so saddled a horse and took us for a ride.
The little town of Colonia Oaxaca was settled by Mormon people, many of them polygamists. The church had advised them to go to Mexico that they might live this principle of their religion.
Colonia Oaxaca was situated in a small valley bordered on one side by rolling hills, and by the river on the other. Here the Latter Day Saints lived happily and contentedly for many years, cultivating their farms, gardens, and fruit trees.
In the fall of 1905, just before Thanksgiving, there was a rain storm that lasted three or four days. The flood waters were banked by fallen trees and limbs until finally it broke through rushing the water in upon the town. The people realized that quick action must be taken to get necessities upon the hill before the darkness of the night or the flood came upon them.
Looking around, my father decided to light a lantern and place it on the counter of the store, should it go out in the night they would know the water had risen that high. Then from his supplies he took bacon, flour, rice and beans, realizing that they must have food, and not knowing how long before they could come back. It was agreed by all that the near by hills would be the safest place, and they could only live in hopes that the water would not rise higher. Smaller children were placed in the hands of older ones that their parents might make as many trips as possible to the hills with supplies, and their most cherished possessions to keep them from being soaked and ruined.
My Aunt Tenna and I were about three and four and Uncle Walter was a little older so in to his care and keeping we went, but evidently he was as much interested in the happenings as we were, so Tenna and I slipped away from him and climbed upon my grandfather's corral fence. Not far distant was the water, so we decided to climb down and gather up all the rocks we could hold in our hands, and climb the fence again and see how much splash our rocks would make in the water. What fun we were having not once realizing the danger from the on coming flood.
Finally my Mother decided that if we escaped with our lives it was time to be leaving for the hills, but to her surprise the children were not to be found. We were too absorbed in our merriment to know we were being looked for, however, we were rescued, and I think my mother must have made me do double quick time up the hill.
My grandfather Beecroft had taken his son Christopher on a trip to the other Mormon colonies but had left his two daughters Rose and Alice to care for the home. During the flood Alice kept picking up grandfather's violin to take it to the hills but her sister Rose would have her put it down saying there were other things they needed worse. Finally it was rescued and upon grandfather's return the first thing he asked was if his violin had been saved, telling them that in it he had put a hundred dollars.
Here were these few hundred people on a hill side with limited provision, bedding and what clothing they wore. However, they couldn't help laughing when the roof from a barn came floating along with the chickens roosting on top, reminding them of Noah's ark.
During one trip to the hills my parents ran across a feather mattress and pillow so they fared very well the first night but the next day they found the owner.
The smaller children were put to bed and some of the people kept watch all night around the camp fires trying to cheer one another. What a sight the next morning when the waters had subsided, and mud was everywhere, some homes were partially filled with silt and sand and others were partly washed away.
In the store building the lantern continued to burn but sacks of beans and rice that were on the lower shelves or on the floor were swollen and bursting. Clothing and materials were soaked and ruined. My parents didn't have time to let the pony out of the corral but he must have found a high place to stand on and no doubt some of the time had to swim for his life. They were fattening a rooster for Thanksgiving and he flew up in a tree and stayed all night.
What a loss and disappointment to these hard working people who had given up everything in the States to come to Mexico to colonize. Their small garden of Eden lay wasted. Comforting words of cheer and encouragement were spoken by the people to one another because they still had much to be thankful for, not one human life had been lost. In many cases the people had to start all over again, some reconditioning their homes while others moved to other places, some going to Colonia Dublan and Morelos.
My folks remained in Colonia Oaxaca and on the 2nd of March, 1907, a third girl was born, she was named, Ada, she was a pretty child with light wavy hair and blue eyes. She was named for a cousin of my father who lived in Payson.
Soon after the flood, Grandfather Haymore and P. C. Haynie dissolved partnership in the store and the F. D. Haymore and Sons was organized. They decided to open up a store in a typically Mexican town about twenty-five miles from Colonia Oaxaca. My father was to take charge of the store and Mother was to go with him. Ada was now six months old. It was a different sight than the ordinary moving day in these modern times. A father, mother, and three small daughters, no wagon or automobile mind you, not even a road leading to their new home, just a trail. My father had good riding horses, thus we traveled, a father astride a horse with a small child holding on behind the saddle. The mother doing likewise with not only a smaller child behind her saddle but taking turns with the father carrying the small baby in their arms.
San Miguel was entirely inhabited by Mexican people, we were to be the only white family. At first we lived in one room with a San Juan (entrance) but later moved into a low three room Mexican adobe house which ran back to a ditch over which was placed a bridge that crossed to the other side leading to the back door of the store. Joining onto the house was a high adobe wall which completely surrounded the yard connecting onto the other end of the ware house. In this yard was kept our cow and horses. Our furniture and personal belongings were sent up on pack mules.
Our next door neighbors were a high class Mexican family, and I soon became acquainted and greatly admired one of their beautiful daughters. Mother knew very little about the Mexican people or their language and customs. However, it wasn't long before they were offering their services either tending the ninos (children), or sending in their favorite hot dish, or serenading her with their songs, and guitars, some time after mid-night. When Ada first began to talk it was not in English but Spanish.
My father also gained favor in the eyes of these people. He spent long hours in the store waiting on customers, then after the evening meal he would spend his time working on the books, studying, bookkeeping, commercial arithmetic or penmanship. He not only had the trade of the Mexican people but quite often the Indians would come to the store. On one occasion I was quite alarmed to learn they were expected in town and planned to trade at our store. I was afraid they might go on the war path and do something to my father. However, I learned that the American man who had them in charge was a personal friend of the family so I felt somewhat relieved. Toward evening I was even brave enough to go across the little bridge that led to the store and see what was going on. I slipped behind the counter where my father was, and child-like I missed nothing. Just before closing time my father noticed some packages that had been left of the counter. He asked me if I thought it belonged to an Indian Squaw. Loving my father as I did and always trying to do the things he asked of me I was willing to face that Indian camp which was across the street on some vacant lots.
As I went outside I realized it was getting dark, and I could see the camp fires here and there as the Indians were preparing for their evening meal. I walked from one group of Indians to another until I found the right one, she was squatted on the ground busy at some task. When I gave her the package to show her appreciation she took from her neck a strand of little round red beads and gave them to me. I think I must have skipped or ran back to the store too happy to walk.
The house in which we lived had no locks on the doors and my father slept in the store to keep watch so mother had to be alone with us children. At night she would pile sacks of flour or whatever she had against the door. One night she had just retired when the Mexicans began pounding on the door telling her to rush outside as they were having an earthquake. Another time we were rushed out into the night to see Haley's Comet. Many of the Mexicans had their pet lamb or their favorite image of Christ or Mary in their arms, believing the end of the world had come and the comet was a sign to them.
The laws of Mexico were quite changeable, and at times when all was going well, some official would come to the store saying the business was not being run according to their laws. On one occasion my father was commanded to go with the officer to the county seat, another little Mexican town for trial. You can imagine my mother's feelings as my father rode away leaving her with three little girls and the locked doors of the store to be responsible for. It happened my Uncle David F. Haymore was at Colonia Dublan on a buying trip. Colonia Oaxaca was twenty-five miles away so my mother sent a letter by the mail carrier to my Grandfather Haymore telling hem what had happened and if he couldn't come or send one of the boys. Twenty-five miles was a good day's journey horse back so she just had to wait.
For years the folks had had a trusty Mexican man, during the night and day he walked back and forth in front of the house and store with a musket over his shoulder. In the meantime the officer at the trial had decided my father was not guilty so to prove how sorry they felt they gave a dance in his honor and made him stay.
When my father wasn't working in the store, he was usually busy studying so it was left up to my mother to provide entertainment for her three small daughters.
We had an alfalfa field just out of town, so at Easter time my mother fixed a basket lunch, put it and Ada in a little red wagon, Katie and I proceeded to pull it to the field. How nice it smelled as we ran here and there either hiding eggs or searching for them. On Sunday afternoons Mother would take us to the field and she would tell us Bible stories and we called it Sunday School.
The Mexican people were always having Fiestas, and the day was not complete without a bull fight. The cowboys (vaqueros) would round up a herd of bulls from the range, build a corral and stage a bull fight. Of course, my father was asked to enter in on the festivities. Mother and us children were placed in a wagon on the outside of the corral that we might see all that was going on. One time my father and his brother saddled a bull and rode it into the ring, what bucking and kicking, sometimes they were thrown and sometimes they managed to stay on.
Occasionally my father found time to take us out on the river in a little boat. Sometimes we went out when the river was swollen with flood waters from the rain. If a storm should happen to come up in the day time and our cow was on the other side of the river, in the evening my father would swim his horse across and drive the cow into the waters making her swim. I don't believe he ever had a feeling of fear.
Mother took us girls and returned to Colonia Oaxaca and another baby sister was born on the twenty-seventh of July, 1909. She was named Adaline for my grandmother Haymore, another blond with light hair and blue eyes. As soon as mother was able to travel we returned to San Maguel.
In 1910, the folks decided to go to Salt Lake City to the temple. When they were first married they didn't have money enough for such a long trip. The church authorities gave President Anthony Ivins the authority to seal couples who were living in Mexico with the understanding that they should go to the temple at the first opportunity. My parents were sealed by him at his home in Colonia Juarez when I was a year old.
An excursion was going from the Mormon colonies, Juarez and Dublan to the Salt Lake Temple so my parents decided to join the group. What a trip for me. I remember my father coming home one day telling us a Mexican friend of his was going to let him take a pony for me to ride. Father and mother each had a horse and they were to take turns carrying baby Adaline. Horseback was the only means of transportation we had from San Maguel to Corretas. Katie and Ada were to be taken to Colonia Oaxaca and stay with grandfather Haymore and family. The church required that I be sealed in the temple to my parents because the ceremony was not performed by President Ivins until after I was born. Adaline was too small to leave, so we both made the trip with them.
The day of departure arrived, I was lifted onto my pony and the folks started on while I was telling my sisters good-bye. A small ditch ran between the house and the store and I was not used to the pony so when I started out he jumped the ditch with me and it's a good thing my huichole (hat) was tied on with a shoe string. I finally righted myself and caught up with the folks.
A short distance out of town we came to the river but I had made up my mind no horse was going to get a chance to jump with me again so I stopped on the banks and refused to move. It was after great persuasion and much explanation on the part of my parents before I would allow my father to take the reins and lead the horse across the river.
That night we stopped with some friends at the Correstas ranch. I was so delighted because they had a bear in a cage. At dinner that night I wanted to know how that shoe horse got into my drinking glass. All the conversations between my sisters and myself were those spoken by the Mexican people, so instead of saying horse shoe, when I tried to interpret it in English, I said shoe horse.
The next morning we went on to Colonia Dublan in a buckboard, here we left it and the horses and joined the excursion and went by train to El Paso, Texas. There was a large enough group going so they chartered a car which was fastened to the main train and we started for Los Angeles. Arriving there we learned that there had been a wash-out of the train tracks between Los Angeles and Salt Lake City, so it would be necessary for us to be routed around by San Francisco.
The train ride was proving to be such an enjoyable experience for me that I didn't mind the extra miles. In San Francisco the folks left my sister and me with friends while they went sight seeing. Mother decided not to make the trip through Chinatown, so my father went with others of the group.
After a day or so we started for Salt Lake City. One day while we were riding along some where on the desert I found the train door open so I slipped out on the platform and seeing the steps decided to sit down and watch the ground go by. I don't know how long I had been there when the conductor came by, he jerked me to the top of the landing in one bound and marched me to the folks.
Next we were viewing the Lucine cut off. The sun was setting making such a beautiful sight. I was greatly impressed with the Great Salt Lake. Upon our arrival in Salt Lake City, the folks rented rooms, but ate their meals out. After several days they would approach a restaurant at meal time and I would sit down on the curbing and refuse to go in saying I was tired of the cooking.
The primary object of the trip was that my folks might be married for time and eternity in the temple. As they entered the temple my sister and I were left in charge of a woman. It seemed the folks had been gone hours when all of a sudden we looked up and there they were beautifully dressed in white and descending the steps toward us. I thought my parents looked lovelier than I had ever seen them, and was I delighted to learn that we had been dressed in white for a special purpose, that we were to have the privilege of going to the sealing room with them. As my parents knelt at the alter with two small daughters, I felt so happy although I was not old enough to realize what an important event it was for all of us.
Before returning to Mexico my father wanted to visit Payson, his birthplace, and see his grandmother and other relatives. He had not been back since his folks left there when he was nearly seventeen. I thought his grandmother (Ann Jane Hiatt-Taylor) was so nice because she always managed to have peppermint candy in a pocket in her dress which she kept covered with an apron. After staying a week or so we went back to Mexico. Mother must have been anxious to see the two little girls they had left (Katie and Ada). We returned by train to El Paso, Texas, then changed to a Mexican train which didn't go very fast. In Colonia Dublan we got our horses and buckboard and started for home. Uncle Arthur came up from Colonia Oaxaca and brought Katie and Ada. I remember trying to tell them of all the things that had happened. We were glad to get back together again at San Migual.
We lived here for a while linger when the Haymore's decided to open another store at Morelos, another Mormon town. It was located about twenty miles west of Oaxaca, and my father was sent there to manage it. At first he was not received kindly because the people felt he was opening up a store to take trade from the one already there. However, he soon proved that was not his intentions. When we first moved to Morelos we rented a place to live in. It was here that Adaline, the baby sister, died at the age of 16 months on the 11th of November, 1910.
The folks decided to buy a four room brick house which was built on a two acre plot, located about a block from the store. We children especially liked the location because the river was just a block or so away and in the summer time we were allowed to go swimming for an hour each day.
We hadn't been in our new home long when one Sunday morning my father hitched one of the horses to the buggy and took his three daughters with him to the home of Aunt Mat Curtis, who lived across the river. She came back with us and someone dressed us in our Sunday best and sent us off to Sunday School. When church was out the three of us walked home together only to learn that we had a new baby brother, born on the fifteenth of October and he was given the name of Adrum Roscoe. He had light hair and blue eyes. I can imagine my father's joy at having a son after having four daughters, although I never remember him making us feel but what we were the ones he wanted. He liked children and wanted a large family. He gave each of us a chance to study music, and how proud I was when I cold play “Home Sweet, Home” on the piano for the family to sing by when the ward teachers came to our home.
Soon after we moved to Morelos I was put in the first grade at school. Once I had gone to visit school with the little Mexican children but the little American children weren't so polite, they laughed when I started saying something in English and finished in Mexican.
Aunt Jane Haymore and her son Kenneth came from Payson to stay with us for awhile. Kenneth and I went to school together. Just before Christmas my father was out of town and Mother's brother, William Beecroft, was taking charge of the store. Kenneth and I decided to take my sister Katie and go do our Christmas shopping. We told Uncle Will we would like to get some things and he asked us if we were sure it would be all right without permission, and we assured him that it would. After all, didn't the store belong to our father.
The first thing we did was to make a sight seeing trip through the store tip toeing so we could see on all the shelves. Then our fun began, first one of us would go into the next room while the other two selected suitable gifts for the absent one. We each took a turn, then remembered the ones at home, each of us had to select a gift for each of them. It was surprising to us how soon a new no. 3 galvanized tub filled up. We would get already to go home when we would think of something else we wanted. Uncle Will followed us around charging my father with everything we bought.
Now to get them home without letting anyone in on our secret, Kenneth carried one handle of the tub and I the other, while Katie followed in back to balance it. Evidently we were too conspicuous, anyway we were met at the door by Mother and Aunt Jane and immediately sent back to the store with all our treasured possessions. The distance seemed endless, and how I wanted that little bisque bodied doll with China head, arms and feet. It helped when Santa arrived and left us so many nice presents, but I just know he didn't have any more fun choosing them than we did, the one we had to take back.
We hadn't lived in Morelos but about three years when a revolution was started in Mexico. Our front room was turned over to the Mexican generals for an office while they made plans to capture the Red Flaggers (socialites) who were fighting against their country. Soldiers were camped all around our lot. (Sept. 9, 1912).
One day my father came home saying the Saints had been ordered to leave Mexico and go to the United States, the nearest place being Douglas, Arizona, a distance of about sixty miles. Mother asked what she should take and father said just enough to get along with because I think we will be back in a few days. She packed his suits and the clothes we weren't needing in a large trunk and left them in our home. However, the trunk of clothes was never seen again. Bottles of fruit were taken out and thrown through the pictures on the walls, the sewing machine drawers were taken out and broken. Milk cows were driven from the corrals or pastures and beefed in the streets.
Katie and I were to go with Uncle Ruben and Aunt Sarah Naegle in their covered wagon. Mother, Ada and Roscoe were to ride out in a one seated buggy. We had no idea we were leaving our home forever. The folks rode out to Douglas in one day but we had to camp two or three nights because of the heavy load. Some of the boys were driving cows and horses. There were several wagon loads of people and their belongings in the party. The children were always glad when night came or we stopped at a watering hole because it gave us a chance to play around.
We arrived in Agua Prieta, Mexico, in September, 1912. Uncle Millard had charge of the store there. Katie and I were taken there and one of the employees phoned for a taxi to take us across the border line into Douglas, Arizona. What a ride for two little girls who had lived in Mexico. We got into a car and smoothed down our dresses and hung on to our huichole (hat) for how were we to know that this new kind of conveyance would get us there all right. Mother was glad to have us with her again.
In the meantime, my father had gone back to Morelos to notify his brothers to leave Mexico and see what could be done with the merchandise in the store. It was decided that Uncle Ed should load as much as possible on two large freight wagons and get them to Agua Prieta if possible. However, he was stopped by the bandits on the way; they took possession of the wagon and horses and set him out to walk perhaps never dreaming that he would be rescued. When he failed to arrive at Agua Prieta the folks notified the officers on both sides of the line and a rescue party started out. They found his clothes so gave him up for dead but to their surprise they overtook him about ten miles walking toward Agua Prieta. He said as soon as the rebels found out the wagons were loaded with merchandise they started ripping open the boxes, when they came to the suits they took off their old clothes for new ones and he did likewise.
While my father was still in Morelos he said they awakened one morning to the tune of shots and yelling. Several other men were still in Morelos so they jumped on their horses and my father tied a silk quilt and other things on the pack mule and started riding for their lives. They rode down by the river and were trying to circle around in back of the low hills when they were discovered by the rebels. The rebels under the direction of Ynez Salazar were invading the state of Sonora, and it was with these bandits that my father, his brothers, and friends had a running chance for their lives.
All the merchandise in the store was looted, and the building dynamited, all that remained out of the several thousand dollars worth of goods were a few spools of barbwire. These half bred, ignorant soldiers were not interested in things they might save and use but in what they might destroy.
The Haymores were fortunate in having the store in Agua Prieta, their losses had been heavy but they could now go on and make a living. A flour mill was purchased, car loads of wheat were purchased, milled and the flour sold from the mill. The duties were divided among the Haymore brothers, one took charge of the flour mill, another the ware house, and my father was put in the office while Uncle Millard had general charge, although Grandfather continued to be President. After we moved to Douglas my father was not content to just work in the store, so he took correspondence courses in bookkeeping, penmanship, and English. Sometimes he felt he was handicapped by being a little hard of hearing, as he couldn't hear just an ordinary conversation. However, I've heard him say that he missed out on the gossip and many of the unkind things that were said - - neither of which he tolerated in our home. Due to his hearing he spent many hours in the office rechecking the books after the other employees had left. He also read much from the church works, especially the “:Discourses of Brigham Young”.
When we first moved to Douglas, about once a week my father would harness one of the horses to the buggy and if he were too busy he would have one of the trusted employees drive over from Agua Prieta, Mexico, where the horses were kept, and take us children for a ride.
It was our delight if permitted to go across the International line with him for the afternoon. We would build houses in between, the boxes or sacks of produce, perhaps play there until we were tired, or go visit the flour mill, and, if we were very careful to hold our dresses close to our bodies so they wouldn't catch in the machinery, we might go through and watch the proceedings of the mill. The most interesting part was watching the fellows tie the sacks of flour. I wondered how they could take a needle and thread and make a little ear on each side of the flour sack and fasten it securely enough to hold.
Manuel Uarta, a Mexican fellow who had a little house in back of the mill was kept as a watchman by the company. We thought it fun to go visit his wife and were we delighted when they had a little baby. We thought its little hands and face were lovely even if they were dark.
When it was time to close the store and mill, father would call us. We were nearly always permitted to take either our cousins for friends over with us. He didn't seem to care as long as we didn't get in his way or take anything without asking. We were always glad when he gave us piloncillo or chocolate bars made in Mexico. I don't think anything since has tasted just as good as they did.
One time my father brought two bear cubs home for us to play with, some Mexican fellow wanted us to take them in exchange for a sack of flour or beans. Mother decided we couldn't very well keep them in town as they would soon grow too large for us to handle. But we had fun for the day watching them bather in a tub of water.
We hadn't lived in Douglas long when Grandfather Haymore built a large tan room brick home at 1139-8th Street. We lived in a part of his home for awhile until our home next door could be completed. While here we had another baby sister born on the 20th of May 1915, which we named Anna Lee. I was glad to have another brunette in the family.
My father was sent by the Haymore Mercantile. Co. on a business trip to Mexico City. It was during the inflation of money. He had a most interesting time, he had to carry suit cases of paper money around in order to pay for his meals and hotel. It was nothing to pay $150.00 for his dinner and $250.00 for a night's lodging. His return trip from Mexico City was by boat. My father felt sure it was the end of everything when he got sea sick, so he went to the captain and offered him all the money he had, which was quite a large sum that he had collected for the company, if they would only take him to shore. The captain assured him that everything would be all right.
All went well until 1915 when General Villa made his attack on Agua Prieta with 13,000 troops, and Calles was defending the place with only 4500 men. Calles moved into our flour mill, directing his troops from there. His men were supplied with provisions from the store. We had a trusted Japanese and Mexican fellow named Manuel Uarta who were left in charge of the place after all Americans had been ordered to cross the line into Douglas, Arizona.
Sunday afternoon my father took us out several miles on the border line and let us talk to Villa's men, this was the night before they made their attack on Agua Prieta. These half starved hero worshipers showed us the paper money that Villa was grinding out daily on his machine to pay them with. Many of them had clothes that were badly torn and soiled, they had been walking with just a piece of leather on the bottom of their feet, tied on with other strips of leather or string. Perhaps the ones we were talking to were the first to fall in the battle the next day. They gave my mother a one dollar bill that had been made. We gave them water to drink.
The United States soldiers that were already stationed at Douglas were put in trenches which were dug along the border line. Other recruits were rushed to help protect the American citizens that were living there.
Before the battle Villa had been busy all day arranging soldiers, artillery and machine guns, so about two o'clock in the night he opened fire on the Mexican town of Agua Prieta. Women, children, and old men were moved across the line and camped in Pirtleville on the outskirts of Douglas, Arizona.
At this time we were living in part of Grandfather Haymore's house on eighth street. Many of Villa's men were just eight blocks away hidden in the low desert brush on the Mexican side of the line, fighting for a general and not for a just cause.
The next day the firing ceased so the men could rest, be fed, and the wounded and dead be taken care of. For three days and three nights the battle was in progress. Our beds were made on the floor behind a protected place, and after dark we would go up stairs where we could plainly watch the fire of the machine guns as they were discharged. A message had to be sent to Villa that he would have to place the machine guns in another direction as occasional bullets were crossing the border into the United States. He promptly complied to the request. We found stray bullets in our back yard.
Each day my father would drive in his car as far as the officers would allow him to watch what was going on. Each day the inhabitants that lived on the first four or five streets were asked to leave their homes and move farther into town.
After three days, when Villa had lost about 600 men and was not making any progress, he decided to quit only to move some other place to make trouble.
As soon as things quieted down, the folks' first thought was of their property in Agua Prieta. Permission was given them to cross the line, only to learn that several cannon balls had gone through their buildings. Much damage was done to the flour mill, the cloth bellows had been riddled by bullets, letting flour and wheat sift through the holes onto the floor. All the damage had to be repaired and as soon as General Calles could get money he paid for the supplies he had used for his troops.
At this time I had a school teacher, Miss Goodreau, from Chicago, and this was all a new experience for her. My father came home one day and asked if we would like to go over and see the battle field. He took my mother, school teacher and me, and such a sight could never be forgotten. In some places it was almost impossible to walk around over the field because of the numerous bodies of the dead soldiers which had not been removed.
As soon as possible the Haymore's were running the store again, but they were tired of losing so much money and property in Mexico so they decided to open up a store across the line in Douglas, Arizona. They disposed of the stores in the other little Mexican towns, sold the flour mill and store at Agua Prieta, and opened up the Haymore Mercantile Company, a wholesale business at Douglas.
Another time my father came home and said there had been trouble in Agua Prieta and three men were hung to three telephone poles on the corner of each block. The custom in Mexico is to hang at sunrise and remove the bodies at sunset, so that during the day we went over to see them, a gastly sight.
Our new home next to Grandfather's was completed and we moved. Soon afterward my father enlisted as guide for General Pershing, when he went into Mexico after General Villa, the bandit. The following account is given to learn the reason why and under what conditions the United States soldiers crossed the line into Mexico.
Excerpts from, “What Happened in Columbus,” by James Hopper.
“Colombus, New Mexico, is a little town of about five hundred inhabitants just four miles North of the Mexican border. But the inhabitants of Columbus felt safe. Since September, 1912, the thirteenth United States Cavalry had been encamped on the edge of town.
Thus was Columbus on March 8, 1915. It was a matter of common knowledge that some where to the south of the frontier Pancho Villa was encamped with his army. Pancho Villa revolutionist and bandit, half genius and devil. Pancho Villa at War with his ex-comrade Carranza, aflame with anger at the United States which after petting him, had connived in his defeat.
At four o'clock in the morning on March 9, Luit Castleman, officer of the day in the camp formed by our troops of cavalry along the southern edge of the town was sitting awake and clothed in a little adobe house well within the camp. His belt and revolver lay on his cot behind him. Moved by, he does not know what, he suddenly rose and put on the belt with its loose hanging gun just when he heard a shot, then the cry of the sentinel, “I'm shot”, and at the same time the glass of his window was shattered by a bullet which buzzed by his head. By this time the camp was under a pettering hail of lead, the cavalrymen were leaping out of the barrack and tent, unclothed, carbine in hand, and the night, amid the crickle of gunfire rang with the wild cries of Viva Villa, Viva Villa.
The Villistas broke into all the stores, looting them and thus for two hours they spread destruction, plunder and murder. As soon as possible they moved across the line back into Mexico. But the United States would have its revenge, sending General John J. Pershing in persuit.”
The following account was taken from, “My Experiences in the World War”, by John J. Pershing.
“My services on the south western frontier had extended from early in April, 1914, to March 1916. When the Punitive Expedition under my command entered Mexico in pursuit of the Mexican bandit Pancho Villa, and his followers, who had made a night raid on Columbus, New Mexico and the camp of the regular army troops stationed there. The expedition, which eventually numbered over 15,000 men, was under the shadow of the World War and the danger of our becoming involved in a war with Mexico was necessarily a handicap to the operations.
The temper of the people on both sides of the line and the tense feeling between Mexican troops and our own were such that had we continued our activities there is little doubt that serious complication would have arisen which might have brought on a war between the two countries.
After we had penetrated about 400 miles into Mexican territory and overtaken Villa's band and other, and scattered them, wounding Villa himself, the increasing disapproval of the Mexican government doubtless caused the administration to conclude that it would be better to rest content that the outlaw band had been severely punished and generally dispersed, and that the people of Northern Mexico had been taught a salutary lesson.”
The army that entered Mexico was unprepared for such a trip. For several years prior to this time my father had annually in the fall of the year gone into Mexico to hunt deer. He decided his camping and hunting equipment would be just the thing needed to take with him when he went as one of the guides for General Pershing. To these necessities he added shirts, underwear and trousers which he rolled up in a canvas or tarp, and gave to the troops which were stationed at Slaughter's ranch as they were to go by wagon and team to Columbus, New Mexico, to join other troops.
My father bought a pony and tied a couple of blankets on behind the saddle. Uncle Lynn rode it as far as Slaughter's ranch. My father drove the car that far with my mother, the baby sister, Anna Lee, and small brother Roscoe.
Here he was given a mess kit and rations but these he lost so had to fry his bacon in an oval sardine can until he joined the regular troops. He met General Pershing and his troops at Culverson (Antelope Wells) and proceeded to Ojetes then on to Colonia Dublan, one of the Mormon colonies. Here the people prepared a banquet for the General and his staff. My father was invited as he was acquainted with many of the people.
At Dublan my father discovered his supplies, bedding, extra clothing, had been left at Columbus. I remember his telling even though it was early in March, how he washed out his underclothes, then stayed in the river or near the bank until they dried. He used his saddle blanket to sleep in and his saddle for a pillow.
My father had spent about sixteen or seventeen years of his life in Mexico so he was familiar with the country, with the people and their language. One night the army camped on the estate of Lord Beresford, a friend of the Haymores, just before General Pershing retired he came to my father's tent to study over the maps and consult with him as to what direction their move would be in the morning.
My father was only with the troops about two months as it was necessary for my mother to wire him saying Anna Lee, the baby was seriously ill with the whooping cough. He sold his pony and came home by train.
I feel sure if my father had not had this army experience he would have been one of the first to enlist in the World War.
Grandfather Haymore had not been back to his native state since he filled his mission. He was anxious that some of the family should make the trip with him and meet his people. The trip was planned for July, 1917, and the following were to go: Grandfather, his wife, Aunt Mazie, their two children, Franklin and Ellen, Aunt Martha Douglas, and her small daughter, Veda, Emma and my father and mother. They went by train, the principle stop over was at Kansas City, Mo. After visiting in Mt. Airy, my father and mother decided to go to Atlanta City, so they took with them Aunt Martha, Emma and two North Carolina cousins. They enjoyed very much the beach and ocean. After returning to Mt. Airy and visiting a few days my father felt that he should return to his business, so mother came with him, but the other members of the party spent the rest of the summer there.
After the folks returned to Douglas, the following December on the twelfth, 1917, John Arnold was born. We were very glad to have another brother, he had brown hair and eyes. He was the first to be born in our new home. We older children were going to school, and life went on as in most large modern families.
In the summer of 1918 Mother had a severe illness. Katie and I took charge of Arnold as he had to be taken away from mother. When he would cry to go to her we had to take turns teetering him on the bed. My father was much concerned over Mother's condition. He was thoughtful and kind to us children, and he seemed very happy when she was well enough to join us at our family meals.
With a large family there are many duties so mother arranged that Katie, Ada, and I should share her work. Each week we would have a certain duty, then the next week would shift until we learned to cook, sew, wash, and clean the house. I believe Ada had most of the baby tending to do.
One day while mother was preparing dinner she was alarmed when she couldn't find my brother Roscoe. He and Franklin Haymore had ridden away on their tricycles. Mother phoned my father telling him what had happened. His reply was no need to worry they'll come back when they get hungry.
Originally our home had a front room, dining room, three bedrooms, bath and kitchen, but as the family increased it was necessary to add another bedroom, bath and breakfast room, and hall with a wash room which my father used after milking the cow.
In July 6, 1919, we had another baby sister which we named Erma Joyce. I had a little school mate named Joyce, a brunette with long curls so I asked mother if I might give the new baby that name. However, my sister was a blond. Eleven years after her birth, I had to ask Erma if I might use Joyce for a name for my own baby daughter. She had brown eyes and light curly brown hair.
In the fall after Erma was born, father and mother decided to go to Salt Lake to October General Conference. Two missionaries, W. W. Richards and Vernon C. Layton were living at our home, they were to have general charge while the folks were away for a month.
During and after the World War conditions at the Haymore Mercantile Company were very fine. A soldier camp was situated near Douglas, and our store supplied some of their necessities. Many of the soldiers had families who occupied homes in Douglas so that for awhile it was a regular western boom town. The Haymore brothers had decided to sell all their holdings in Mexico and do business only through the wholesale ware house at Douglas, Arizona. Salesmen were sent to the Mexican towns down the line as well as the surrounding places near Douglas.
Our family was very happy when we learned we had another baby sister, Wanda May, born the 13th of August, 1923. Our only objection was the fact that Katie and I had made two layettes for twins.
When Wanda May was six weeks old, I was sent on an Eastern States Mission, Sept. 1923. My father went as far as Salt Lake with me. Everyone thought he was my brother; he was so young looking.
I returned to Douglas in 1925, remained at home until my sister Katie finished high school, then we went to the B. Y. U. at Provo, Utah. My father was more than willing that we should have an education because his had been so limited. The following year Ada was permitted to go to school with us. In 1928 I was married and the folks thought it best that Katie and Ada attend the University of Arizona in Tuscon.
On the 10th of February, 1929, Katie was killed in an automobile accident on the Bisbee highway, while riding with some young people.
In 1927, Uncle Millard retired as President of the Haymore Mercantile Co., and my father was chosen to take his place. He proved his ability, and managed everything very well.
I would like to relate another experience my father had in Mexico some eighteen years after the exodus. For a number of years there had been a strained feeling between Mexico and the United States. Ortiz Rubio had been elected President of Mexico and his inauguration was about to take place in the usual, picturesque, historical, and beautiful capital, Mexico City. This country, Mexico, was anxious that a bond of friendliness should exist between them and the United States, so they issued invitations and asked that representatives join them on this special occasion.
My father was chosen as one of the delegates from Arizona to attend the inauguration which took place on February 5, 1930. On such occasions there is always merriment and celebration among the Mexican people.
It so happened that my father's birthday was the seventh, two days after the inaugural. The news spread among his friends and a banquet was prepared to celebrate the occasion while they were still in the Capitol City.
The following account was told later by a business man who knew my father but was not a member of our church. The men assembled for the birthday dinner, ate, made toasts, then had their picture taken. As is the custom, later wine was served, even though the affair was given in honor of my father his glass was turned up side down to signify that he wasn't drinking with them. He wasn't trying to be different, it was just a part of himself, and his teachings, and why should he do things that were not a part of his existence? As was said of him, each day of his life was a sermon, then why should he go contrary to his daily habits of living.
This incident evidently didn't make these men, men of the world, and men of business think any the less of him. Admiration must have been in the hearts of everyone, because this incident was not related to us by my father but by a business man who regarded him with honor and esteem mainly because of this trip they had together.
My father was a good looking man, resembling both his parents. His height was about six feet, weight between 180 and 190 pounds. His hair was light brown and wavy, his eyes were a lovely blue with just a little gray. His favorite saying was: “We are happiest when in the service of others”.
He was a lover of sports, excitement, liked foot and horse racing, hunting, kept fine horses and at one time a pack of hunting hounds. Each fall he went into Mexico deer hunting and he often spoke of the time he would own a plane so he could fly to the hunting grounds.
My father continued to be President of the Haymore Mercantile Co. and a councilor in the Douglas branch until his untimely death.
His son Roscoe had studied aviation, upon the completion of his course, my father bought a small plane and built a hanger on the air port to the east of Douglas. It was their habit to fly each morning and evening. Members of the family and friends had gone up in the plane on several occasions.
One morning on July 11, 1930, my father and Roscoe arose early, had their breakfast and went to fly for an hour or so before my father went to work. They hadn't been gone from home very long when a report by phone came to us saying the plane had crashed, both of them being instantly killed. President Roy L. Pratt of the Mexican Mission spoke at the funeral to over 700 people.
As a father and husband, he was admired and loved by his wife and children and looked upon with respect by his friends and associates. His life should be a guiding light to us that we might prepare ourselves that we might have the privilege of associating with him again.
“It matters not at what hour of the day,
the righteous fall asleep'
Death cannot come to him untimely,
who fit to die;
The less of earth, the more of heaven, the
briefer life, the earlier immortality.”
Although called in the very prime of life he was fully prepared for the return home. I asked of President Joseph McMurrin, “Why was he taken when he was doing so much good?” His reply was, “Don't ask why did he go, but was he prepared to go.” All who knew him could answer “yes”, a consoling thought for his family. The greatest and richest of joys may be attributed to our simple faith in the eternal nature of the family union. We live with complete knowledge that the bonds of love and affection may ever endure.
A few sentiments gathered from those who knew him best, and a short history of his life are recorded with the sincere hope that they may serve to scatter the gloom of darkness, and keep alive within his family those ideals for which he struggled; to aid in a humble way our own preparation for future days of joy, when personal contact will be restored.,
THE BUILDING YEARS by John Arnold Haymore
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THE BUILDING YEARS
by John Arnold Haymore (written in July 1993)
My interest in building things started very early. Maybe a bit earlier than 1929. Around home at 1143 8th , Douglas, Arizona I built pigeon pens, rabbit hutches, and elevated slide consisting of a wide plank and 1x2 guides on the plank and another board with matching 1x2s underneath to keep it from jumping the track. We would grease the ways and the car we would ride on would really come zipping down the plank. Continued building rabbit hutches wherever we lived in Los Angeles, Salt Lake City, Mesa and Saint David.
In Grammar School in Douglas I could pull As in shop. Built a small pine box with a sloping lid that is quite good. I still have it today and use it for keys etc. I also built a magazine rack and a piano stool. These last two have become lost in all the moves, but, I did get the blue ribbon at the Cochise county fair. Still have the ribbon on our wall. Incidentally, in our garden five years ago, here in Saint David, this would be 1988 I grew the largest banana squash in the world according to records in the library. It weighted 48 lbs was 52 inches long and took first prize and grand prize in the San Pedro Valley and Cochise County Fair.
In Douglas High School shop was one of my favorite classes. I had a very fine teacher named England for shop, auto mechanics and driver ed. He taught me tool sharpening, how to dress down a board by squaring it up. Plane one face, square one edge, reduce to width, plane one end, reduce to length. Learned from Mr. England no monkey-shines. He was really all business in class. We got along fine and he rewarded me with grades to match.
In College at the B. Y. U. I also took shop classes learning more about tools, about stair building, concrete and it's additives. While in Los Angeles in the early 1940ies I took night classes in drafting and blue-print reading. Here I built a bunk bed in my spare time in a small basement under our apartment. We only had one bed room and we put this in the dining room for visitors. This bed was well-made with ladder and slats. Wish I had it today for we have a small bed room where it would work just fine. My memory fails me where it could be.
In Los Angeles worked as a helper for one of Uncle Millard's friends on apartments. Of course, I was plenty green as to the construction of buildings, but I was an eager learner. In other areas of construction I was way ahead of the helpers. I could build saw-horses way better then any they had and in fitting boards, also way ahead of time.
In 1943 we moved from Los Angeles to Salt Lake City and bought a home on Highland Drive from Bernard P. Brockbank a neighbor across the Street. Little did I know at the time the importance he would be to me the rest of my life. I worked for him as a Carpenter building home in Rose Park. (yesterday, July 8, 1993) In Wilcox, Arizona I met one of our Missionaries who lives in one of the homes in Rose Park in SLC). I later worked for Bernard a short time as a Real Estate Salesman. Later we built a couple of homes together. We went on hunts together in Cedar Valley, etc. Bernard was called to be the Mission President to Scotland and Dan was called there on a Mission. Later Bernard was called by Pres. McKay to be a General Authority. When we were called to the Iowa-Illinois Mission, Bernard was our Area Representative and came to all our conferences. So it has been a long association of over 40 years. Most tenacious man I ever knew, and smart.
In Rose Park Bernards foreman put me in charge of building the septic tanks and lines for each house. The soil was beautiful sandy clay and easy to dig. I could dig by hand the tank, form it and pour it in one day. I made collapsible forms for the inside walls of the tank and dug the earth square enough to be the outside forms. This is called single forming. I had forms for the li to one side with a couple of rods for reinforcing. The second day I would dig the laterals (three) of them that began at the distribution box and fanned out 30 or 40 ft long. The truck would bring the gravel and dump it for me so I could wheel and dump it in each lateral leveling it with a transit. We were using clay pipes with holes in them, then the third day I would complete operation and ready for the next house. I quite enjoyed the hard work and did them a good job, making the tanks and trenches as square and nice as I could. Once asked our foreman Harv. Why then didn't have a backhoe do this phase of the work and he said I was doing it for less than the backhoe could do it. They were probably paying me 10 to 12 dollars a day. I became an expert on septic tanks and then they asked me to go up to another subdivision they had with more expensive houses which I declined for I wanted more experience actually framing and building them. I'm an expert on new ones but would rather now be an expert of used ones. We have had some problems with ours here and I would rather move than open one up.
In about 1944 we were still living on Highland Drive in the Holladay Ward when they asked asked me to be the M-Men Teacher and Coach the Basketball team. Our Mutual President was Ken Biesinger, really a nice guy. Ken had just received the Contract to construct two huge barns at the Salt Lake Stock Yards. He asked me to come to work for him and run these jobs and at a larger wage than what I was getting. I made the change and it worked out fine. Learned a lot about barn building and concrete pouring. Also, I met Ken's brother, Arvil, who I worked for building houses when Ken was not busy. Arvil was a builder who believed in staying small and doing most of the work including forming the walls for the basement walls using joists and sheeting materials from the floor and roof. Plus, he mixed his own concrete and poured the walls. It was hard work and I enjoyed it. On a shovel few could out do me. Three would work on the mixer, two on wheel-barrows and Arvil would handle the spotting and tamping. Once we started we had to mix and pour until finished. Some time this would be 35 to 40 yds of concrete. We had to build the runway completely around the inside of the house and a ramp up to push the wheelbarrows. It took strength and balance to do this and plenty of skill in dumping the barrow so as not to spill too much. The next day we would start stripping the forms and framing the house. Thru Arvil I met their uncle George Biesinger and worked for him building Chapels. Rush Christensen was their foreman, whom I had met when we were machinsts for Const. Engineers and Remington Arms during the war. While working for the Biesingers I met George Ebert and a wonderful friendship followed. After our jobs played out George and I formed a partnership and built several houses together. George was far more successful than I was. He paid more attention to bidding. He and his sons now build chapels and they have done very well.
Rush was now the foreman for Oakland Construction and they built fine homes and chapels. I went to work for them and continued working for others also. There is nothing permanent about construction work except ending and starting. Also worked twice for Layton Construction. Once for Brown Construction. Wanted to build for myself and the opportunity came when we bought a lot from my Sister Ada Olmstead.
We built a two story home with a full basement next door to Ada and this is where most of the children were raised and Elaine and Joe are still there. We kept improving and expanding until we had four rooms and a bath downstairs plus fruit room and two bedrooms and bathe on the main floor and three bedrooms and bathe upstairs. The upstairs was also built as an apartment with an outside stair to the upstairs. This was a real challenge for me as I did the carpentry with some assistance on the roof, all the concrete and all the painting. Poor neighbors, I would sometimes be up at 3 a.m. Hammering and sawing to complete it and the temp 10 below.
With several sons coming along the opportunity for them to work for us and earn some money for themselves presented itself with few problems from customers. On occasion I would get some static from others, but, as soon as they would see these boys of ours work and the skills they had the complaints vanished. One elderly couple wanted to adopt Bruce when I got back from a job in Cedar City, Utah and they had complained the most when I left him in charge of their job and he was I think 14.
The opportunity to work with the boys and to teach them to work was a great blessing to our family. They learned a trade and earned some money which stayed in the family. We knew where they were and what they were doing. Most of them started coming to the job when they were six or seven. By the time they were a Junior or Senior in High School they were carpenters and cement finishers.
Oh, Dan was fast at nailing up the finish work. He went with me to Richfield, Utah and nailed the window casing as I cut and fitted it. We were working for Glen Tucker, one of the grandest guys I ever worked for. Dan was probably a Soph in High School, still, Glen let him work outside and let John do our cooking and cleaning in the motel. He was probably 12. We worked hard and played hard. The manager of the Standard Station we were building knew where the fish were on Fish Lake and we would be thru by about 2 or 3 we had started early and we would load up our gear and roar up to the lake. Our guide would take us out in his boat and chum the fish with some corn and we would go to catching. It would be late when we got back but a diversion and a lot of fun. The next day John would cook the fish and we would invite our boss to supper. He thought John was A OK. One of Glen's workers complained about the boys working when so young, but that is what is needed not. There are so many young people running around with nothing to do their parents need jailing.
The association with Glen Tucker was a choice one for me. We were in the same Ward and I worked for him all over Utah building Service Stations. Although Glen was not active he was a gentleman and one of the fairest in the land. Letting me keep my own time and never a question. Leaving me in charge of the job when he had to attend to another one. Worked for Glen until he fell from the scaffolding with a heart attack. We workers were the pall-bearers. George Herbert was one of them.
His patience was amazing which the following story will show. He sent part of the crew to Green River, Utah, to lay out the station and get as much of the brick work up as they could while we were finishing up another. When we got down there they had the brickwork to the square but the building was on the wrong lot. I fully expected a chewing out but Glen blamed no one. He just said ho ho lets start tearing it down. We built two stations in Green River. On the second one is where George got the nick name “Fuzzy.” Glen was always picking up hitch-hikers and putting them to work for a week. He wouldn't tell us their name, just bring them over.
I knew this kid was getting more upset each time George called him Fuzzy. By Thursday he said don't you call me Fuzzy again. George and I were in the office of the station which had a ceiling of 14 ft. high waiting for our next order. George hollered down hey Fuzzy bring me a hammer and he sprung up from the floor and started up that 14 ft ladder. George went clear to the top with his head against the ceiling then kept stepping the kids fingers as he came up the rungs and all the time George hollering down boy, down boy. No harm was done George learned his real name and we continued on with the job, except after pay day that week end the kid stole Glen's tools.
Glen built a Station in Moab, one in Granger, one in Provo, one in Escalante, Utah. I did the finish work on most of them.
Glen appeared as a witness for me on a home I built just thru the block from where Valerie now lives. I made the mistake of giving the people the keys and letting them move in before it was paid for. Glen and his brick crew had done the brick work for me and Rush had helped on it also as had George. Their attorney had gone to school with Frank and me. In questioning Glen he said: I wish I could build a house that good: Rush was great and jumped right back at the attorney when he said the concrete was structurally unsound saying you don't know what you are talking about. You cannot keep concrete from cracking nor can you keep it from leaking water. We won and they appealed to the Supreme Court where we also won. The judges ruling was based on this. Home buyers cannot become judges upon what constitutes passable workmanship. It only has to meet the average of the community and my workmanship and materials was far above average.
When we were working the Green River Stations Glen let us work 12 hrs a day and paid us 4 hrs a week to get down there plus our room and board while there. We..., Laird Snelgrove is George's Uncle so he would put us up 3 gallons of ice cream with enough dri-ice to hold until we got there, we would usually stop and test it on the way to wake us up so to speak, then, the waitresses at the cafe where we ate would put it in the freezer for us and after each meal would bring us a dish of Snellgrove ice-cream.
We would get paid for 72 hrs a week which really helped. It took four hrs each way.
There were lots of Indians down that way and I tried to teach George not to call them: Blanket-Butts; until one day I called them the same. George had put in the tile floor in the rest rooms and a barricade to keep them out. A bus load stopped and headed for the rest rooms. Unable go get in one of them dumped in my tool box.
About 1950 I got my contractors license in Utah and started building houses. I would buy a lot, get a mortgage, build the house and then try to sell it. Sometimes I would have a sale before starting. Sometimes the people would have a lot already and plans for me to build from. When every possible the boys would help me and they were truly great. All were adept with their hands and had keen minds. Leonard always kidded me it came from their Mother's side of the family. Jobs were scarce and it was a struggle to keep going. Sometimes I would fall back and work for others both in the carpenters trade and as a machinist as I still had my tools.
For about a year I worked as a machinist at night and building a house in the day. It was hard for me to get my sleep even though we tried darkening the room and blinders on me. With lots of children it wasn't fair.
I mentioned that we worked and played hard. We worked every Sat. every holiday except Christmas. ½ day on Thanksgiving. We often had a house to the point where we could leave it to go fishing or hunting or to a track meet or a ball game. They boys learned work and for the most part to like to work and in their professions and avocations have far surpassed anything I've done.
Will try and include each one of the projects I can remember and also the special qualities each Son has: Dan was the fastest at hand nailing finishing work for me. John was the fastest lay out carpenter I've seen. Remembering several measurements from the blue-print and then laying it our on the plates. Doug the kindest and easy going yet a fine carpenter. Easy for me to see how he is successful with the public. Bruce the fastest to bring me tools and the fastest framer. Dave the youngest to work for me and to stay on the job for eight hours handing me the brick just the right height so I didn't have to bend over. Joe the most meticulous in digging the footings having them straight and square. Also the fastest roof nailer on the little carts. Didn't get to work much with Mark, but he is like Doug so gentle and kind he cannot help but succeed.
The Church contacted my to go to Las Vegas and build two houses, a milking parlor, eating and drinking places in the corrals, shade for the cows and to pour enough concrete over the whole corral area. They would furnish housing for three of us or was it four plus excellent wages for all of us. There were three Stakes participating in the TRI-STAKE FARM. Probably the late 50ies or early 60ies. I know when they saw Bruce they were leery of what they were paying for him. I assured them that if he didn't earn every cent and more I would return it. At the end of the first week the Stake Pres. said Bruce had earned it and more. We lived in a trailer right at the farm and took turns with the cooking, cleaning, etc. Las Vegas was an amazing place as President Whipple was also Mayor and Valley Bank Manager. Pres. Taylor was Mayor of North Las Vegas and Pres. Gibson was Mayor of Henderson. Many of the important businesses were owned by L.D.S. People like concrete companies, heating and cooling, lumber, electric, etc. Once a week we would go and eat at one of the places on the strip. Great food and reasonable priced. We built the houses for $7200.00 apiece, which pleased them. Sat. we would have lots of volunteer help show up and we kept them busy. I installed a bulletin board at the gate and by Stake assigned them where to go. They had 160 acres all in alfalfa for the grade A Dairy and watered by the effluent water from Vegas which the church had for 99 years, filed on by Pres. Whipple. It never ran out and the hotter it got the more water they had. When we had lots of concrete to pour the members would furnish me with black finishers and they would do things mighty easy. It was here and on this job that I first saw a walking edger for side walks, etc.
One of the Blacks asked me how much land the Church owned and when I showed him the corners of the property he said: Lawsy, lawsy, you all done own half of Las Vegas.
The boys worked until time to return to school and Pres. Lines had us over for an outside barbecue. It was here we met one of the greatest families and friends we could ever want. Ed and Ethelyn Peterson. He help me at the farm. We had a standing invitation for Sunday dinner with them. Ed has been a H. C. and Bishop. His son Mark is a Dentist. What great people and Latter-day Saints they were to us.
After completion of the Tri-Stake Farm I was so impressed with Las Vegas I bought a piece of property nearly in the middle of the place, sub-divided it and built four split level homes on it. They boys came down and helped me with these. I named the street Valerie after our oldest daughter. Ed Peterson worked for me and Ronald Haymore came down and worked for me. Before we finished them Las Vegas had slipped into a real slump and we could not sell them. The Bank was willing to accept them for the Mortgage and I signed them back to them. Have not been back to see their condition.
This I can say for Las Vegas. They are as fine a Latter-day Saints there as any place I've been. I you get off the strip would would think you were in Mesa. Fine Chapels every other block. There is 14 Stakes there now and a Temple on a bear hill we used to pass going to the farm. The farm is now a fine golf course. Las Vegas means the springs. It was founded by the Mormons and was half way between San Bernardino and Salt Lake. It is over 20% L.D.S. I could show my Temple Recommend and cash a check.
I don't know of any way to keep the building stories in the exact order in which they happened and the important thing is to get them into print and hope they will be of use in the future to someone.
Thru Leah and Wayne I became acquainted with an Elderly couple from San Jose that had purchased a lot in St. George and needed a builder to built them a home there while they went on a 2 year Mission for the Church. We met and they mutually agreed to have me build it for them. I was to pick out the plans, built it, decorate it and have it all ready for their return. It was one block north of the Temple and two blocks west. We used plans from Intermountain Precision Homes in Ogden owned by the Wade Bros. This became an association for years that was advantageous to both of us. They boys and I became experts at erecting these excellent partly fabricated houses. They furnished the plans and materials and shipped them by truck to our location. Dave was not yet 6 years old and had missed the date by a couple of months to go to school so he accompanied me to St. George. I had a friend by the name of George Midgley living in St. George that was going to help with the construction. When he saw 6 year old Dave and he was supposed to help on the job all week he was not too overjoyed thinking we would be baby tending a lot of the time. Dave and I had the cab over camper to stay in and after work, the Dairy Queen, then the Library we would pull down by the river and camp for the night. This was long before the boom in St. George and no one gave us a problem. We worked long hours and the house shot up. Dave was a great comfort and help to me. We did our own brick work and Dave handed me most of the brick preciously the way I wanted them so as not to tire my back. Hard wood laying and brick laying is a back breaking job. While bringing the fire place brick thru the roof I was listening to the radio and the news of Pres. Kennedys assassination was announced. I could not believe it. This could not happen in America. It was 11:30 a.m. So we went to the Dairy Queen. The more I thought about it the sicker I got and lost my lunch.
Another time they were oiling the street in front of the house and would have us blocked out for the day. We climbed in the truck, bought some steaks and headed for the camp grounds in Pine Valley. They were delicious and we enjoyed the stream and the outing. I found out later that Elaine had an emergency and needed help so she called Frank and he called the Sheriff in St. George and they tried unsuccessfully to locate us.
Completed the house choosing the colors of drapes, carpeting, washer and dryer, etc. The Ostegars had put the money in the Bank with instructions to release draws to me as the building progressed. While building this I became acquainted with Ken and Marge Cannons who were Temple workers and wanted a new home on a lot one block south of the Temple. We picked out the plans, agreed on a price and started in and a wonderful association with the Cannons followed. They were wonderful people and Sr. Cannon had pecan trees that soon yielded some delicious pecan pies to help the work progress along. Ken worked every day with me as hod-carrier for the brick and any thing else that was needed. Wayne helped with the footings and John and Brent Birtcher came down on the weekends to shingle the roof. Ken Cannon and his wife were both retired school teachers and very kind and helpful to me. Even offering me a lot on the west corner as they had several to sell. Both these couples are gone now but I used to visit them when in St. George. Ken once took me thru the Temple and into the basement showing the spring of water that caused some problem at the beginning of construction. It is contained in a curbing that diverts it underground and away from the Temple. The offer on the lot was on condition I would build a home there and this was long before the boom started. There are three lots left near the Temple. I looked at them this year. On across the street N.E. From the Temple $129,000.00. Two three blocks north of the Temple $95,000.00 each.
When I was building it was a quiet and peaceful town and not much stirring. I've always liked St. George and when George Ebert and I were working together we came down to look around and explore the place. We slept in the City Park and found a whole square block just south of the Temple that we took an option on buying and paid the owner $200.00 a month for several months while we had plans started and explored Fanny Mae to build apartments . The Government did not think there was a market for Apartments and we gave up our option and pursued other options. The Church now owns the square block and has built apartments for Temple worker.
We move now to an A frame cabin I built for Bishop Pehrson in Driggs, Idaho. Took Dan, John and Bruce with me and Dave and his younger Brother that had arthritis so bad drove up in their car. (Pehrsons). We had the Cabin shipped up by the Ogden firm. I had gone up the week before and put in the footings and layed the foundation wall. We got along fine except for the rain which came down most of the time. This cabin was right on a fine fishing creek and the boys brought their tackle. We had the truck and camper and stayed right at the job-site. By Sat. night Dave Pehrson and John had the shingling done on the steep roof and he headed for home. It was rough working thru the rain but all the boys stuck in there until we had it completed. Have been back a couple time over the years and the cabin still looks fine. This is the first place I heard and saw a sand-hill crane. I could not believe, a racous call like that could come from a bird. They stand nearly 4 ft. tall and the Male has a red top on its head. We now have thousands of them that come to the Willcox plays each year.
Built a home for Carl ____________in Provo, Utah. At the time I was building two four plexes for Keith and Pearl Stott in SLC, and a Phillips station in Cedar City, Utah. I was swamped trying to keep up with these three jobs and so far apart. I had Carls far enough along so it was closed in and the roof was on. I needed to be in Cedar City so I put Bruce in charge of Carls and he about had a kitten to leave a 14 year old boy in charge of his job and run off to Cedar City. I assured him I would be back in a week and fix any goofs Bruce made. When I came back Carl and his wife wanted to adopt Bruce and were amazed how much he knew. Bruce was living in the basement and staying right there on the job. I was hungry when I got back and Bruce invited me to eat with him. He had been paying for groceries etc, and when he saw the amount of cool-whip I had put on the jello he exclaimed “Dad that is a quarters worth.”'
I really had a time finishing the Cedar City Phillips Station and without Bruce's and George Herbert's help probably would not of. I ran into some real crooks down there. Finally fired the brick masons and layed them myself. I stopped payment on their check and contacted the Contractors license bureau in SLC and they lifted their license as they were in trouble with the lumber and other suppliers. George came from Douglas with his tile and carpenter tools and stayed right at the job even working Sundays to help get the roof on while I went to SLC to see about the other jobs. John, Bruce and Randy Haymore came down and helped me with the punch list to get my final draw and then went on to Mesa where I had located a job framing for them. John and Doug took over the Stott job for me and pulled me thru on that one. Leonard Haymore had contacted me to build a house for him in Douglas. George and I finished up the Station, I collected the final draw from Carl and we headed for Douglas on Jan 1. We slept over at the Dam and arrived the next day in Douglas.
Leonard had the water and power on so I went right to work on the foundation and floor. I had the truck and camper and Leonard let me stay at his first ranch which I enjoyed for it was peaceful and quiet and I would hunt coyotes on the way to work and again in the evening. I had some Eddy Arnold recordings plus other and listened to them most of the day and half the night. It is a large adobe with split shingle roof. George did the tile work and also helped with the carpentry. I also built Georges new home while there. He later put in a full basement to the rear with the largest living room and nicest I've seen. It is huge with a fireplace clear across the south end and gobs and gobs of tile and decorated as only Evelyn can decorate. I also built a house on A Avenue and 5th st. for Heber and Edna. This was the fartherest Ogden had ever shipped the components. George and I built that in six working days. One day I heard some brakes squeal and the Douglas inspector bounded in and informed me trusses would not pass the Douglas Code. The last time he has passed this corner it was vacant and three days later a house with a roof on was there. In quizzing me the inspector found out I knew more about building than he did when I informed him these trusses passed FHA and VA codes. Besides the only thing they were holding up was sunshine. Do not recall any of the boys coming down to help on these three houses.
Built a house in Coleville east of SLC for a friend from Mesa who wanted a summer home where it was cool. This was an Ogden components and we started it a little late in the year and ran into some cold weather before it was finished. In fact we dried in the roof and shingled it next spring. It was a walk out basement to the east with a great view of the mountains. Ada came up each day and helped me with the cleaning. Mel Hagen was my painter and about the best I've seen. He smoked like a chimney and this was when there were lots of articles being written against smoking. Suggested he give up smoking but he said I'll give up reading first.
Built a house for Alva Maxwell's Brother Elldrege in SLC. We got along fine and he and Alva helped me with the heavy work. Alva was excellent help and I liked to use him when I could. So dependable and conscientious.
Went to work for ____________ Butcher and did the finish work on four houses in Kemmer, Wyoming, and four houses at Fontenel Dam in Wyoming. I would play the music night and day. Really liked the music by Bach and Beethoven. I could listen to it all day and half the night which I did. Kemmer, Wyoming is where the first J. C. Penny store was built. I used to go in it and look around and also to Pennys home there. It was winter time and so cold I could keep ice-cream on the window sill.
Thru a recommendation from Louis Robbins a ___________ Peterson contacted me and wanted some apartments framed up. John was now a Frosh at the Y. and Bruce was 14 or 15. Doug was a Senior at Olympus and Joe was around 12 or 13. These apartments were four stories and half of the first story was in the ground. All were close to the center of SLC. Peterson had an elderly superintendent we called we called Ade same as my Dad. He was extremely helpful and a fine carpenter, but, from the old school and not used to speed. I purchased a fine cut off saw and Randy Haymore built a four wheel trailer to pull it on. I think Bruce still has it and Joe sold the second one that I used in Tucson on John's house. When we got organized and underway we did indeed frame apartments. John worked week-ends when he came from school, holidays etc. Haymores work, then they work some more. We could unbolt this saw from the trailer and as we completed one floor we would move it up the next.
Peterson was paying each one of us wages to start with until we contracted them by the completion of each floor. We learned to put both the sub-floor, the insulation board, then the three-eights plywood down before we put up the interior partitions and we would shoot those things up a floor a week. John would lay out, one was on the saw, and all would haul materials. All would nail and away we would go. $4000.00 we would make some weeks. Oh yes Dave Pehrson would come and help us and he was good. He kept us looser as he wasn't as serious as Haymores, but, a fine worker.
We worked for Peterson for 2-3 years until he saw how much we were making and learned how to do it then he got his own crew. But, it was an excellent job, close to home, good pay and good experience.
I won the bid on a roof at the U of U. This was the joists and plywood. The same crew with Rodney Haymore from Mesa joining us. I bid it O.K., but the carpents had put the plate bolts right where the joists belong and we had a lot of extra work. It was hard work and I was glad when it was over. We made little 12x12 inch plywood seats with four rollers the size of skate wheel we would screw to the bottom AND the boys would sit on these to nail flooring and the plywood roofs. The jobs speeded up with this. Now they have the nail guns and go several times as fast.
We built several fine homes near ours on 3350 so. Most of them in the snooty loop area and most on corner lots as they were the last to go in Sub-divisions, but they were excellent to build on. All of these fine brick homes with full basements, ginger-bread in the way of beautiful stone stone from the N.W. Corner of the State we used around the main door entrance or maybe the garage door entrances. Beautiful white color and I had a friend who could really lay that stone in the walls. We were not making anything on these, but the boys were earning and learning and this helped. One I sold to Kline Strong an Attorney in town for $45,000.00. After completion of the deal he gave me an extra grand. He was now in the Ward and we became good friends and he was good to our Sons in scouting etc. He loved to shoot pigeons and we would go out to Cedar Valley and bang away. I don't think he ever beat me but often vowed he would some day. We built the finest home I've ever built across from the Skaggs home. This had nine bedrooms, five baths and a four car garage and car port. It was finished up and down and a beautiful home with big shake-shingle roof. George came up to do the tile work and shingle the roof. He brought a fine Mexican helper with him. When they got to Spanish Fork he asked George what kind of a fork was a spanish fork. George didn't know and then they came to American Fork and they were puzzled what kind of a fork was an American Fork. George was unacquainted with the history of the Pioneers that came and how they named these two towns.
I really wanted this home as my crown to all the houses I had built. With 15 of us in the family it would be the right number of bedrooms and baths, especially the latter. It cost me $90,000.00 to build and I figured we could pay the mortgage off in fifteen years. It was close to the Ward and would always be a credit to our skills as builders. But , it was not in the cards. Too many became involved in the plans and it was dropped. I was taking a Business Law class at the U of U and our teacher was _________ Rooker from Calif. And he and his wife were looking for a house. When they came and visited this one they agreed to buy it for $65,000.00. We would fix the front driveway which involved jack-hammering out and re-pouring a section which we did. Years later he built in Draper, closer to the Y where he was teaching. Don't know where he is now as they are divorced.
Years ago I became interested in finding a parcel of land large enough to sub-divide and keep me busy for a few years. In driving around Pleasant Grove there was a sign on a whole square block, near third east and twelfth north. The party was in Calif. And thru correspondence and phone calls we were close to making a deal. I made out a proposal with a release clause after paying so much. I think in four years it would be paid for but a release clause of ¼ when a certain amount was paid. Made arrangements to meet them and John went with me and we consumated the deal with the local Bank holding the releases and the monies. The property divided into 24 lots and I built two houses and twelve apartments on it. Most of the lots were deeded to the subs that I owed for $1000.00 per lot. Pleasant Grove was a miserable place to build and the Mayor and City Council impossible to deal with. In spite, I named the cul-de-sac (Pass the buck circle) and one councilman jumped up and said he was not going to approve plans with a name like that. Then I would spend thousands on improvements and the next council and Mayor would have to have changes. Then the city inspector was so miserable to work with it was a wonder some one didn't shoot him. I made so many changes and endured wrath for so long , one day I got about 4 inches from his face and asked if I was paying the bill for the sewer and if he was hired to hurt me or to help me? We got along great after that and he did become a help rather than a hindrance.
Another young guy appeared on the scene and wanted to pour some concrete for me. I needed a basement poured plus sidewalk and gutter which he agreed to do. I had to go to Arizona and when I came back the work that he had done was a disaster. The City would not accept it so I did not pay him and told him he would not be paid until he tore it out and re-did it, which he refused to do so we had a Mexican standoff. Bill Jarvis and I were framing one of the houses and he appeared on the scene and jumped on me. He was young and stronger and could easily of hurt me but Bill intervened. I secured a restraining order against him and proceeded to continue with my building program, little knowing this kid's background nor the trouble he was in with the concrete and lumber companies around town. He continued to harass me about the pay and I continued refusing to pay until he corrected the lousy job. It was so bad it was a disgrace. I finally put a gun in my truck, one in each closet and had them loaded and ready for this nut. I went to the Police Chief and informed him what I had done and he was excited and said I couldn't do it, for I told him the next time that kid came in the house I was going to shoot one leg, then the other and if he kept coming one arm and the other and I would have for I was afraid of him and I had found out he was in trouble all over town. A Deputy Sheriff had been listening to our conversation and followed me out to the truck. He said Mr Haymore do you know whoMark is? He is the Chief's nephew and a no good so and so. Don't shot him in the leg. Shoot that SOB right between the eyes, then he can't testify.
Well, the kid disappeared into Wyoming and haven't seen him since. Again George came to my rescue. We tore out the lousy concrete job with pick, sledge hammer, hauled it to the dump. Formed and poured new sidewalk curb and gutter. I sold the last house I had and left for Arizona. Some of my subs that accepted a lot in lieu of cash for $1000.00 sold them years later for 13, 14 thousand dollars.
Leah and Wayne wanted me to build them a four-plex on a lot they had one block south of the Mesa Temple. Martin Young drew the plans for us and Wayne and myself plus others put up a beautiful building of slump block, huge four car carport with walk-on roof deck. For years they lived in this until we moved them to St. George. We (Rosezeal and I lived in the adjoining apt) until well after our Mission call. Leah and Wayne all their lives have been good to us and we were good to them. We built an apt. next door with a full basement which I formed by hand with Dan and Shane Nelsons help. We finished it up and down and it eventually had six units that the City didn't like. We built runways so we could wheel in the concrete just like when working for Arvil Biesinger in Utah. It was here that we had a birthday party for Ada. Forgotten how young she was. Frank and Lela were there as was Ann and Ray, Ellen, Wanda and Ray, Erma and Dick. Floyd and Ducky, etc, etc. While living in our new apts., we were called to be set apart Temple Workers by Pres. Wright and a very rewarding and spiritual experience. These were excellent apartments and close to the Temple an easy one block walk which we loved to make.
I also built a full basement home for us in Douglas. I bought a lot across the street and two houses west of the 15th street chapel. We had a time digging the basement for it was caliche. A father and 2 sons from central Utah brought their Simmons forms and poured a house for me at Portal and also ours. They are from the same burg as Shawn Bradley. I drew the plans and poured the concrete, layed the white block, all the carpentry and all the painting. We had a beautiful paneled room downstairs three free standing wood fireplaces. A huge Western Room on the back upstairs, double garage, fruit room with concrete on six sides, ½ bath in garage. We were on the sewer so we had a bath in the basement. The plumber never had never put in plumbing with a full basement and was unable to comprehend how to do it even after shooting it with the transit and showing him there was plenty of fall and he needn’t run the line so shallow. After reaching the sewer he had a four foot drop nearly straight down to enter. Rosezeal truly loved this home. Her kitchen looked out on mountains and the open spaces. Only 2 minute walk to Church. Only home I ever owned with a garage big enough to back a truck and camper in and with a workshop and ½ bath. I got the itch to move to Mesa and she was willing to go along. To my knowledge it is the only full basement home in Douglas with a bath in the basement. They had to run the sewer that deep for the new Chapel above it. It had both a double garage and a large double carport, 2200 sq. ft of living space in the house not counting the garage and carport.
Along the way I overlooked a few building projects so will not catch them up. Dave and my Daughter Gloria bought a nice lot not too far from our place and close to Valerie. They boys and I helped build their house. It was an Ogden Precision built and a fine full basement house. The boys and I donated our labor and we soon had it up. Bruce was 12 or 13 at the time and was in the concrete helping us pour the basement floor and footing; Bishop Pehrson came by and marveled at the way one so young was moving that mud around. Bishop Pehrson was one of the grandest men I've ever known.
While still living in SLC Leah and Wayne wanted a double garage built with a combination kitchen and bath included in their place in Etna, California and asked me if I would come and help. We did the whole thing from footings to painting. The roof was 3 ft sections of metal and long enough to reach from peak to overhang below. We built our own trusses and Hurst Dillman helped us hoist them up. For a break Wayne and I would go coyote hunting on Hursts Ranch nearby. We got some too. Felt bad that Wayne used plumbing under the concrete floor that he had accumulated and save for umteen years. Heard later they had to dig some of it up. For it was crummy and no place to save. They payed well and it was a fun trip. Later the whole family went with me up there and we rode Hursts horses and had a ball, kinda like the trips to James ranch in Ariz. during Christmas break.
After Roland's death it weighed heavily on me Ada's financial situation. They had an extra size double garage and we decided to build a 2 bedroom apartment in it. This was probably in the 1945s or 1946s. This had worked out fine for Ada and the girls. Some of them have used it on an interim basis. Elaine and I used it while building our house next door and I think we had 3 or 4 children. Just this year Shirley said they had it rented for $300 a month which isn't peanuts. Doubt we could rent our 5 bedroom home here in St. David for much more. It has been a real help to them for nearly 50 years.
During my years at the Y my track Coach was Floyd Millet from Mesa, AZ. He and his family moved to SLC and he asked me to build his new house. It was on the East bench and a dandy lot. Two events happened while building this fine home of note and never happened to me before. Floyd and I staked out the perimeter of the house and we had it well along and it had a full basement too. One day Floyd informed me we had it on the wrong lot. I was devastated until he told me the adjoining lot was owned by a friend and they just switched lots and had them recorded. Also, while pouring the huge full basement I was busily emptying a truck load of mud and failed to see another truck pull in on the other side and the driver back up without any guidance and backed right into the basement bursting forms and dumping his load. I called the Co. and they had a half-track which they rushed out and we pulled the truck out that was sticking skyward with the front shells and cab sticking nearly straight up in the air. It was such a sight I went to my truck where I had a polariod and that bright yellow truck made a very unusual picture. We quickly removed the concrete, repaired the forms, and they sent an extra truck of mud. While working in the garage and listening to young Drysdale he pitched a no hitter. See where he died last week. Floyd and his wife were great to work for and we built them a fine home.
One time I was working on Leonard Haymore's ranch house and also staying there. One hot evening I decided to have some pie and ice cream and sit on the porch and enjoy the electrical storms to the east. I did not cut the pie and just plopped a quart of ice cream in the middle when up drives Leonard. He saw me sitting there with a whole pie and a quart of ice cream on top and was quite amazed. I invited him to join me but he had other responsibilities being Bishop etc, and started for Douglas when I noticed him making a turn. He said he would like to join me. What a tremendous friend he has been over the years. He is the main one in the story to follow.
After our divorce I moved to Douglas and lived with George and Evelyn, at Leonards Ranch, in the camper etc. Leonard had a friend in Cotton City, N. M. that had asked him if he knew a carpenter that might be interested in building his house. On the next trip over with a load of feed I met Clyde Richins at his office in the Cotton Gin. He also had some large acreage into cotton and milo-maize. He let me take the house plans back to Douglas and I said I would have the bid in one week. I was just bidding the labor so it wasn't that big a job to have the bid ready, which I took back to Clyde the next week. Which came to ($9000.00) plus 2 ********. I would do the concrete and carpenter work. It was a huge three story house of 7200 sq. ft. (most are 1500) and would sit in the cottonfield with no neighbor within a mile. Clyde and his wife accepted my bid and I went back to get a material list ready and start lining up the subs. Clyde showed me where I could put a travel trailer so it would be out of the way. The only cottonwood tree for blocks was a short distance away. I could use the pump well water for drinking ½ mile away, bathe in the irrigation ditch, use the corn-field across the ditch for private matters and they loaned me a lamp to read by. No power and no phone. I loved this part and who could be lonely. The neighbors were a mile away. Clyde was wonderful to work for and we soon had his house underway, excepting no one in that area knew who to dig a full basement. We tried a couple of guys and I finally used one of George's friends from Douglas, 80 miles away and a new back-hoe. He lives now right here in Benson and we see each other and reminisce on occasions.
Putting two ******** in the contract just had to be inspiration. Clyde had some working on the farm all the time any way and an old adobe building for their quarters. He brought me two and they were in their early twenties and from Nueva Casas in Chihuahua, Mexico. One was especially good and I soon had him trained how to help with concrete and the basics of troweling concrete. A bunch of masons from St. David layed up the concrete block walls 8x12x16. These were a handful and it took two masons to set them in the mud. Clyde brought in a huge truck of lumber from Las Cruces, New Mexico and we dumped it close to the job site.
What a blessing it was to have work where no one was around and I could work from daylight to dark six days a week. Two guys to help me with the hard work. We had the roof on working inside when I see the Border Patrol pull up and stop. They espied my ******** legs thru the low upstairs window. Like that my help was gone. One week later they were back and had walked from Nueva Casas probably 100 miles distance.
The house had a huge porch across the south and needed to be anchored securely to the concrete. I showed Clyde what they looked like and we would put one on each post. Each week I would leave early Sunday morning for Douglas with my washing, which I wold do before church. This was before the three hour meetings so after the evening meeting I would visit with George or Leonard, and head for the trailer. It was a two hour drive and I didn't mind it for I was usually watching for coyotes along the way and nearly every trip I would see one or several . I had a Volkswagon Beetle which gets excellent mileage. One time I caught a coyote between two steep bluffs each side of the road and maybe 50 yards long. He ran out on the road then couldn't get off the road then couldn't out run me. They seldom make a boo boo like this. They are one smart animal.
A terrible wind storm had come up while in Douglas and blew the long porch up over the roof of the house into the front yard. Took us seven days to repair an anchor it securely.
This house had a curving stairway that was quite a challenge to build. The downstairs was simple enough but not the curving one. Felt good upon the completion and so did the Richins. They had a fine home and I had lots of pleasant memories. Clyde and Norma said I was the best carpenter they were acquainted with and Norma said her bother was a carpenter.
On one of my trips to Douglas, Leonard invited me after Church to come and have ice cream with them. He, of course, knew how little I ate. And upon arriving a beautiful widow was there and said she had a new baked pie at home to send with me........
Lester Haymore found me my next job. It is not in the proper order as it is before the Richings job. It was for Elder Richard LeGrande's daughter and husband an attorney in SLC and on the east Bench near Hogles Zoo. They were a delight to work for and we built them a fine home. Actually I goofed, his name is LeGrande Richards of the 12 Apostles and a Grande man he is. One of the greatest missionaries ever to come to planet earth. I was privileged to meet him during construction of the house and later at his birthday party at Brattens in Sugar House.
During construction of the house the hunting season intervened. I had drawn the elk permit and Marv Miller who was the electrician had already teamed to go together whoever draws. Brother Boyer asked me when we would be back and I said when we get our elk. He got quite a chuckle out of this.
Saved the best for last. Built Frank and Lela's house in Spanish Fork and it is a fine home. Full basement, with double garage. Five bedroom, three bath with the finest storage room under the garage (self supporting concrete ceiling, steel doors. Concrete six sides. Also a concrete powder and gun storage room that ain't too shabby. We used again a precision package from Ogden and the house moved right along excepting for a hunting break to two. I bought an Arabian horse and put it in Frank's pasture without prior consent and he was quite amazed when he saw this fine animal out there grazing. This is the same stupid horse Doug and I hauled clear to the La Sal mountains SE of Moab just so it could throw me off then roll on me. But that has been told in another story so back to building.
In order to support the garage floor we had to place a steel beam down the center with plenty of re-bar thru-out. We built a plywood decking and put enough braced 2x4s with whalers to support and tapered wedges to take up any slack. As I remember it was 8 in thick. Must be OK it hasn't fallen down in 20+ years. It is an excellent home and well built isn't it Uncle. The approach to the front entry. My Uncle did this and it resembles a freeway ramp. Really does and I would be awake a night or two dreaming up one this fine. Frank is really a fine craftsman. Any thing he does is Mangum in scope. Don't know about roofs however as at least once a year he reminds me that the trusses we put on are too light. He has been my favorite Uncle, brother, father, hunting companion for 75 years. He is six years my senior so he fits the above categories perfectly. His reasoning on the roof would be: If 2x4 will hold it 2x6's would be better. Mine would be : If 2x4s will do why use 2x6s. No kidding Frank is the finest craftsman I know anything about and I've employed and been around some good ones. He phoned me last week and mentioned he had to have the roof shingled. Been over 20 years so it is due. Uncle while they are at it you might have them put in a few 2x6s. OK.
J. Arnold Haymore
St. David, Arizona
July 12, 1993 3 a.m.
MEXICO TRIP - MARCH 1984
Contributor: vwsheldon Created: 7 months ago Updated: 7 months ago
written by John Arnold Haymore
Monday November 26, 1984
Wayne and Leah Kartchner, Frank and Lela Haymore, and J. A. Haymore
For several years Leah and Wayne wanted me to take them to the Sonora Colonies and farther South along the Bavispe River to the Mexican town of San Miguel where Leah and my Sister Katie lived with Mother and Dad, when the girls were like 3 and 5 years of age. Dad was managing one of the Haymore retail stores in the town of San Miguel. Today the town has around four thousand Mexicans. No whites. Not one. Plenty of dogs to bark at the whites and their trucks, however.
Leah was born in the Mormon Colony of Oaxaca as was Frank Haymore. Lela, Frank's wife had never been to his place of birth and this was an added incentive to go down. Also, we wanted to obtain pictures of the old homesteads where our folks lived, the spot in the Bavispe River, where Leah was born, the grave sites where Grandma Adeline Taylor Haymore is buried and where my Sister Adeline is buried, having died in infancy.
We left Mesa at 8 A.M. Monday morning in March of 1984. Frank and Lela in their 4x4 Ford with low camper. Leah, Wayne and myself were in our Ford with an over-the-cab camper. We arrived in Douglas, Arizona early in the afternoon and Frank and I took the vehicles to Agua Prieta, the Sister City to Douglas, in Mexico to obtain permits and see about insurance for the trucks, ice for the frig's and gasoline. We stayed in Douglas overnight. Leah and Wayne at Rosezeals and my house, which our daughter Wendy Maddux was renting from us. Lela and Frank stayed in their fancy streamline trailer and I slept in the cab-over camper.
We arrived at Agua Prieta Customs at 8 A.M. Tuesday morning and quickly moved thru Customs, obtained the insurance, the ice and gasoline. Even though Leah and Frank were born in Mexico and once spoke Spanish fluently, 70 years had taken its toll. Lucky for them they had a guide experienced in crossing the line and dealing with the Mexicans, ahem. The Spanish language is beautiful to hear, kinda like the French and easier to learn. My Nephew Vern Nelson, says it is really easy. “Just put an O on the end of all your words: Taco, ocho, mucho, amigo, camino, mango, truco, campo, plus a lot of arm gesturing and he is nearly right. There are an amazing lot of their words that end with an O.
The Mormon Colonies in the State of Sonora were started during the days, when 2 to 3 % of the people were asked to practice pologamy. Grandfather Franklin Demarcus Haymore had two wives and had to flee the U.S.A., or be jailed. He helped with the Colonization of Colonia Oaxaca and Colonia Morelos, both on the Bavispe River and about 60 miles below the border from Douglas in a Southeastern direction. Due to the poor roads it is a five hour trip, averaging about ten miles an hour. The two sites were chosen because of their fine farm land and the Bavispe River, which they diverted from it's bed to irrigate the farms, orchards and vineyards. The Haymore Family Group also had a huge ranch operation called the “Pulpit Ranch” comprising about one hundred thousand acres on which they ran cattle and raised horses. Even today it takes a day in a car to cross it. It is named for an impressive rock that looks like a pulpit. It is watered by the Bavispe River and Pulpit Creek. The land rises from the river of Bavispe into the Sierra Madre Mountains. From desert land to pines. When the Saints arrived in the land it was covered with ample grass and had enough rain to sustain a fine cattle ranch. Of recent years until 1983 and 1984 the whole country has experienced a drought. During my youth and even up until a few years ago I have hunted on the ranch: deer, turkey, javelina, quail, doves, ducks, coati mundi and lots of predators : coyotes, bob-cats, foxes, mountain lion etc. When the folks were there they lost horses and cattle to “El Tigre”: a huge spotted cat like a tiger. There are some still farther down in Mexico along with “El Lobo” a Mexican wolf. Their tracks I have seen.
We arrived in Colonia Morelos about 2 P.M. This is where my brother Roscoe was born, also Ada and Adeline. Also where the folks were living when Pancho Villa persuaded the Saints together with advice from Salt Lake to leave their homes and head for the States. Our brick house is still standing, plus the brick store Dad ran for the Haymores. There are probably two dozen Colonists homes left and occupied by the Mexicans. These were all built with a red-brick fired in a kiln and of fine quality for those days. The Mexicans occupying our former house permitted us inside to see the rooms (due to my expertise in Espanol and many Por Favors, plus a little mordida. An American dollar in the palm of the hand. The exchange rate is 200 to one, so you can quickly see the advantage to them. But, this is the home Mother and Dad were when the Rebels came, using one of the rooms for their headquarters. They butchered their milk-cow in the street, rode their horses thru the garden, put the bottled fruit on the fences for target practice and even invaded Mothers Kitchen, which was a no, no. One drunken rebel finding out the hard-way when a cast iron fry pan persuaded him to mucho vamose. When we arrived in Morelos the Mexicans were butchering a beef, in the street, using the same methods that prevailed 75 years ago. They do not use a block-and-tackle to hoist them, but shoot them in the cabeza, turn them on their backs and start skinning, being careful to keep the hide between the meat and the dusty road. There were many relatives arriving to get their favorite portion. The Mexicans make chorizo. A very spicy concoction of beef, pork and spices, and chilles stuffed into the intestines looking like an elongated weeny. It is really a favorite food for them because it is so spiced up they can throw it over a rafter or whatever and it will keep much like jerkey. Again my Spanish secured pictures of the natives surrounding the bloody beef on the road-side. Actually they were nearly in the middle of the road, for we had to detour around them. We called many of the young, shy Mexican children to get in the pictures and then handed each a Mexican Dollar, about the size of ours but worth one-half penny in American. The L.D.S. Chapel and School House the Saints used has been raized and the new school and fenced school ground occupying the former place. This has just been done in I think 1982. I do have pictures of the Chapel where the family attended Church and where my Sisters and brother went to School. It was a fine red-brick building and built of large timbers from the nearby mountains. It had a basement and a high-beamed ceiling.
About 2 miles S.E. of Morelos, they – Mexican government has built a small diversion dam on the Bavispe River at a spot called the “squeeze” by the Saints. It is of rock and concrete and consists of a rock and cement canal that takes the water to the farms in and near Morelos. They have excellent soil and fine farms. The orchards and vineyards of the former Saints are gone, however. The Mexicans in this area are more inclined to cattle, hog and poultry raising. The climate is slightly warmer than Douglas and at an elevation of 3500 ft. similar to St. George, Utah, though not as warm. The Saints did raise peaches, apples, pears, pomegranates, grapes, peanuts, figs, sweet potatoes and of course lots of Hay, you know more-hay. When ever any one asks me to spell my name “I just say Morehay backwards.” Trouble is some of my friends call this. We camped for the night at this diversion dam and listened to the pleasant sounds of falling water. Always a pleasant sound to an Arizonian. Leah and Wayne had beds in my camper truck and I slept fine on a foam mattress and sleeping bag.
On the way back to Oaxaca and Frank and Lela, we stopped to see Mother's former friends the Langfords. They are former Saints, who never came out during the expulsion by Pancho Villa, but their Parents at least still practice polygamy (they have been excommunicated ) and there are four fathers, all Langfords with their wives and 75 children. They were happy to see us and remembered Mother well. They are builders by trade and some of the men folks with the young men were laying up an addition to their “long house”. They have a teacher come daily from San Miguel to instruct the children. One of them works in the States to obtain cash, while the others three tend the farms, orchards, vineyards and cattle. Most of the children were blond, like Bruce's Jeremy. One was red-headed with freckles, that really guided us to the compound on the river we having come across him earlier, riding his pony. They all agreed to gather for a picture, which Leah has and we continued on to Frank and Lela. One of the young wives was from England (quite interested in Mark, as she had a daughter near his age). She met her husband in St. George and was converted to her present day life-style. A very outgoing friendly and very decidedly English.
We arrived in Oaxaca by evening and stayed overnight. The next day we visited the Cemeteries to try and locate Grandmother Haymores grave. She died in child-birth with Uncle Walter Taylor Haymore, who was raised by all the Haymores. My folks taking their turn. Uncle Walter grew to manhood and was the largest of all the 27 children of Franklin Demarcus Haymore. Elaine and I have 13 children and more have lived to maturity than Grandfather Haymore raised from 27, due to the extreme living conditions. Many dying during infancy with child-hood diseases and the lack of Doctors (I guess) in the land of “Manana..” We found the cemeteries but only one marker in the whole grave area. This was of a recent Langford, who died at the Commune. We did take pictures of the Oaxaca and Morelos Cemetery and some rocks nearby. I have a special rock and Leah the pictures. We also obtained red-brick from the footings of the former Chapel in Oaxaca, (it is now completely gone and the foundation even covered with silt, from a canyon flood). I knew where the site was and with a pick and shovel retrieved a dozen bircks and now have them here in Mesa. We returned to Douglas Friday and to Mesa Saturday, having in six days covered about 5 or 6 hundred miles and seeing first hand the houses, farms, the huge ranch (the Haymores finally received 16 cents an acre for it). Three days of our trip was traveling on the ranch lands. At one time there were 600 people in Oaxaca and more in Morelos. Not one Norte Americano is left (You know the Mexicans call themselves Americans) and distinguish themselves by calling us Norte (North) Americans. Sometimes they have called me “gringo” and sometimes worse than that. But, they are a great and in the main a gentle extremely kind and loving people, very, very fond of their children and their dogs. And, the “Day of the Lamanite” is here. They now comprise the majority of the numbers in our Church. They are joining the Church in gobs. Lehi's descendants are “Blossoming like the Rose” See D&C 49:24.
Two weeks ago Rosezeal and I were permitted to help with the largest gathering of Lamanites in the History of the Church. Due to prior planning Indians from Utah, New Mexico and Arizona came to the Mesa Temple. Hundreds of them and we helped them. One Session of 145 even conducted their own group, officiating in the Session and conducting their own people thru the veil. The young man I helped was about Mark's age and knew the ceremony perfectly. To see a dozen of these young people bringing their own people thru the veil was a moving experience.
Love to all VAYA CON DIOS, JAH
LIFE OF JOHN ADRUM HAYMORE
Contributor: vwsheldon Created: 7 months ago Updated: 7 months ago
LIFE OF JOHN ADRUM HAYMORE
John Adrum Haymore (Ade) was born 7 February 1880 in Payson, Utah. His parents were Franklin Demarcus Haymore and Lucinda Adeline Taylor. Ade was the sixth child and fifth son.
Franklin, under trying conditions and little money, built a comfortable two-story frame home in Payson, Utah. Ade was born in the southeast upstairs bedroom.
Ade's grandmother, Ann Jane Hiatt Taylor, spent many hours caring for Adeline's children. She and her husband, Benjamin, lived in a small adobe home of the other side, a vacant lot separating the two families.
Adeline, a very hard worker herself, believed that her children should be assigned chores which taught the children a lesson in responsibility. It was Ade's job to crank the old round wooden washer for his mother.
Ade began his formal education in the small one-room schoolhouse located next door to the Haymore residence. As the last bell would ring he would jump the fence and be at school on time.
Ade earned some of his spending money by gardening. When the vegetables were ready to harvest and his mother had finished with the patch, he could glean and sell to his neighbors.
On occasions, grandmother Taylor needed someone to drive her buggy. For this service she would give Ade a dollar, just enough for a dance ticket. Dancing he enjoyed very much.
Franklin filled two missions to the Southern States. During these times Ade was a good help to his mother.
In the fall of 1896 the Haymore family moved to Colonia Oaxaca, Sonora, Mexico. The move was made necessary when the United States Congress abolished the practice of polygamy. Since Franklin D. Haymore was practicing polygamy, the only way he could escape breaking up his family was by moving to Canada or Mexico. He chose the latter.
Adeline was expecting her thirteenth child at the time, but she gave unselfishly of herself in helping prepare for the tedious journey across desert and Indian territory. They had two outfits, Franklin drove the white-top buggy in which rode Adeline and their two daughters, Eva and Veda. Ade, about sixteen, and Millard, fourteen, took turns driving the wagon containing all their household goods. The boys also took turns riding one horse and driving several others they had brought on the trip.
Upon arrival in Mexico the Haymore family built a crude shelter of canes and willows, in addition to the one-room log cabin that Franklin and his son Arthur had built on a former trip to Mexico. It was in this room that Adeline gave birth to her thirteenth child, Walter Taylor Haymore 23 May 1897. The family was saddened by her death on the same day.
Franklin opened a mercantile store and bought land on the Pulpit Ranch. Ade's education ended when it became necessary for him to ride the range, branding and selling cattle.
The refining influence of Ade's mother and the wise council of his noble father aided in keeping the growing family together.
Ed Haymore and wife Lillian moved from Payson, Utah, to Mexico. When they crossed the border at El Paso, Texas, they became exposed to smallpox, and when they contracted the disease the entire Haymore family was exposed. Ade was stricken with an extreme case, leaving disfiguring red and blue pock marks after his recovery.
John Hurst Beecroft had moved from Manassa, Colorado, to Central, Arizona. After the unexpected death of his wife Catherine he moved to Colonia Oaxaca, Sonora, Mexico. His beautiful black-eyed daughter, Mary Ann, soon became the center of attention to a young man by the name of Ade Haymore.
Ade gave Mary Ann his favorite riding pony, Dandy, as an engagement present. She enjoyed riding the horse, but Ade talked her out of it a few days before the wedding, telling her he could trade Dandy for several wild horses that were loose on the range. The horses turned out to be more difficult to round up than expected. He rode farther than he planned and was several hours late getting back to his own wedding which took place 1 January 1902.
Franklin D. told the bride and groom they could live in the one-room log house. He gave them Adeline's bed and washstand.
The Sonora Mercantile store was prospering and Ade assumed a clerking job. Mary Ann made shirts and candy for the store. Ade and Mary Ann went to Magdalena to buy shoes for the store and spent their first Christmas on the road.
Ade and Mary Ann were blessed with a baby girl, Leah on 11 May 1903. Ade was glad the store was next door to the log cabin so he could see her often. A second daughter, Katie, was born 22 June 1905. Mary Ann said she needed more room, so her father, John Beecroft, added an adobe room. A third daughter, Ada, was born 2 March 1907 at Colonia Oaxaca, Sonora, Mexico. She missed the flood.
In the summer of 1905 the rains were especially hard. Just before Thanksgiving the logs and debris collected at the back of the dam causing it to break. Water gushed out, flooding the entire town. Although no lives were lost in the flood, much of the merchandise was damages. Consequently Ade was sent to the small town of San Miguel to open up a store and dispose of the merchandise. His wife Mary Ann and two small daughters, Leah and Katie, rode horseback to their new home. Ade and Mary Ann took turns holding Katie in their arms as they rode horseback.
In July, Mary Ann returned to Colonia Oaxaca where her fourth daughter, Adaline, was born 27 July 1909. She then returned with her small daughter to San Miguel.
In April 1910 Ade and Mary Ann journeyed on horseback to Lord Beresford's Ranch at the Corretas Ranch where they hitched their horses to his buggy and went on to Colonia Dublan. A train car was chartered to take a group to Salt Lake City, Utah. It was here that Ade and Mary Ann were sealed in the Salt Lake Temple in April 1910.
Franklin Demarcus Haymore decided to open a store in Colonia Morelos. Since Ade's children were nearing school age it was decided he should manage the store, which he did successfully until the exodus in 1912.
It was in Colonia Morelos that Adaline passed away 11 November 1910. On October 15, 1911 Ade and Mary Ann were blessed with a son Adrum Roscoe.
Millard Haymore had opened up a store in Agua Prieta, Sonora, Mexico in which the Haymore men and boys were employed after the exodus. Millard said of his brother Ade, “Through his individual effort and home study he became one of the best accountants I have come in contact with. He was uncanny with mathematics. Had he been privileged to take an engineering course he would have been outstanding.”
Franklin D. Haymore built a lovely two-story red brick home at 1139-8th St. in Douglas, Arizona. It was here that Anna Lee was born 20 May 1915 to Ade and Mary Ann.
Ade soon built a red brick home next door to his father. Ade decided to go with General John J. Pershing as a guide when they went in pursuit of Pancho Villa.
Ade and Mary Ann had a second son, John Arnold born 12 December 1917, just in time for her to be up and about for Christmas dinner. Erma Joyce was born 6 July 1919, so they celebrated again. Wanda May was added to the list 13 August 1923, missing grandfather Franklin D. Haymore's birthday by one day.
Ade was desirous that his children receive a good education. Daughters, Leah, Katie and Ada attended the B.Y.U. in Provo. Katie and later attended the University of Arizona. Katie was killed in an automobile accident 19 February 1929 on the Bisbee highway.
On the 5th of February Ade was chosen as one of the delegates from Arizona to attend the inauguration of Ortiz Rubio as President of Mexico.
Ade purchased a small plane which his son Roscoe learned to pilot. On the morning of 11 July 1930 at Douglas, Arizona, they both went down in the plane and lost their lives.
(Taken from the book “The Haymore Family”)
Contributor: vwsheldon Created: 7 months ago Updated: 7 months ago
Written by Leah Haymore Kartchner on 2 March 1969
One hundred years ago to-day 2 March 1869 our grandparents were married by the Justice of the Peace in Mt. Airy, Surry County, North Carolina. As a result I have many cousins, older and younger than I.
As youngsters we played together, went to school and church together, the brick building used for all purposes. Walked the chicken wire fence, ate green apples, caught pollywogs, slid down the hay stacks, had straw in our clothes, stockings and long braids of hair, and caught horned toads in the dry, sandy desert.
From the neighbors well we drank water we had drawn up in a bucket tied on a rope, a long handled ladle was hung handy on a post. We played train and ran races. One of our favorite pass times was to cut each of us a willow from the river bank, which we used for a horse. The boys rode and bronks, but the girls were lady like and had only an occasional spill in the warm sand.
Our families met together for special holidays, birthday parties, Thanksgiving and Christmas. Grandpa would make the best willow whistles, letting us watch while he made the desired selections, and as he handed each of us his finished product what a chorus rendered the air. His pumpkins were the largest and he made our jack O' Lanterns in order we could have them with a smile or frown.
Grandpa thought a great deal of his grandchildren. We were glad for his habit of letting the children eat first at our gatherings, then we weren't standing around looking hungry and miserable. While the older cousins engaged in a lively game of baseball, the younger ones found the swings and sand piles. This way the grown ups enjoyed their meal of good eating and conversation.
We met together at grandpa's when the ward the ward teachers made their monthly visits. We lived next door and two uncles had homes across the street. All the cousins sat on the floor and sang familiar tunes as grandma played the organ. Grandpa had us all kneel in prayer and then the ward teachers began their lengthy talks. Small ones went to sleep, teenagers wanted to whisper but didn't dare. A closing song and a prayer and we all went home.
Grandpa was known to be a peace maker, he was truly a Patriarch going from one sons home to another, he praised his daughter-in-laws for their cooking, the modest length of their dresses, and their fine, well behaved children.
We were happy and care free children, meeting out in the front of grandpa's place in the warm summer evenings playing run sheepie run, Kick the Can, or hide and go seek. Our favorite hiding place being the bridge across a dry ditch, both ends being open.
We carried the trade mark of our ancestors. On one occasion we were visiting an uncle, he spoke to one of his little blond girls and no response so he gave her a little thump on the head and when she looked up it was his brother's daughter.
What a special treat to have grandpa's sisters and brother join us for his birthday parties. The trip from North Carolina to Arizona was quite an adventure for them. Blackberries we picked from the fence that ran along side grandpa's property and the women folks made dumplings his favorite dish, and we cousins were cautioned not to lift the lid on the kettle while they were cooking or they would fall and be soggy. The dip to pour over them was made from milk, sugar and nutmeg. What a treat.
After grandpa's death we seemed to scatter, school, missions, marriage and jobs. The family reunions go on each year around his birthday the middle of August, sometimes held in Arizona, Utah or California. After the songs, prayer and program, the cousins still talk about the good times we had at grandpa's place.
As the years go by we return to the cemetery in Arizona to bury a parent, an uncle, aunt or cousin and as we pay our last respects some one quietly goes over to grandpa's grave and gently places a wreath of flowers on his grave as a reminder to all of us.
How grateful we are to two Mormon missionaries that converted our grandparents and brought them from North Carolina to Utah on the first trains arriving July 1869, one hundred years the Church of Jesus Christ will be commemorating that great event, as will also our large families.
Our grandparents gave up homes, parents, friends and loved ones to come to a land that gave them freedom of worship. Our devotion to our families, church, neighbors and friends and the rich heritage they left us can be carried on by each of us as we celebrate in 1969.
Leah (Haymore) Kartchner
AUNT MAZIE - MARY ELLEN WILSON CLUFF HAYMORE
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AUNT MAZIE - MARY ELLEN WILSON CLUFF HAYMORE
(written by Pearl Melissa Brown Blackburn)
When Aunt Mazie and LeRoy Cluff were married she left her girlhood home in Colonia Diaz, Chihuahua, Mexico and moved to Colonia Juarez, Chihuahua, Mexico where they bought a small home.
They had one son whom they named LeRoy. Then when she was pregnant with her second child her husband died of pneumonia.
When the baby was born she name him Ivan. While still a baby he also died of pneumonia.
So Aunt Mazie was left with little LeRoy and herself to support. So she did nurse work in Juarez.
When LeRoy was some 12 years the Colonia Juarez Relief Society paid the expenses for her to go to Salt Lake City to study obstetrics under Dr. Shipp, a woman doctor who specialized in that line of medicine. LeRoy was left with his father's sister, Nina Turley in one of the mountain colonies for two years.
On her graduation, she was to take care of the women in confinement in Colonia Juarez. But no one counted on the fact that a widower would come from Colonia Oaxaca, Sonora, Mexico to claim her hand in marriage. But this is what happened with Franklin Demarcus Haymore appeared on the scene seeking a wife. So they were married and after paying her nurse training money back to the Relief Society he took her to Oaxaca to live.
Aunt Mazie could play the organ so we had music now, and the hymns played at church again as the Langford girls who had played the hymns had moved away since the flood.
So it seemed so good to have someone at the head of the house again. I had turned 14 years old and had been in charge doing all the cooking & also washing on the scrub board for 6 of us. However, I continued to do the washing and did not leave all the work to her.
Mildred was in Chil. at school learning to sew so she could make our clothes.
We moved from the Mortensen house to the Ade (John Adrum Haymore). Aunt Mazie played the organ and taught us things that helped a lot. She had two sons born in the Ade house and we really loved those babies. Aunt Mazie was a devoted mother and loved the Gospel all her days.
She delivered babys for different women in the town and helped with other illnesses. Her nursing skills and kindness was a great blessing to many others.
Pearl Melissa Brown Blackburn
3 April 1983
Mary Ellen (Mazie) who married my grandfather, Franklin Demarcus Haymore, was the only grandmother I only knew. Aunt Mazie we called her.
I, Leah Haymore Kartchner, am a granddaughter of the first wife, Lucinda Adaline Taylor, a daughter of John Adrum Haymore, Mary Ann Beecroft. Aunt Mazie was the fourth wife of Franklin Demarcus Haymore. She always treated us as special children no matter how many times a day we came through the front door, probably slamming it. We were either invited to learn a song as she played the piano or how to care for our health, skin or some other worthwhile advice.
Her children Franklin and Ellen are very dear to us and we love to them for being a part of this large family. Never too many or too little to have the care and attention from grandpa and Aunt Mazie.
I, Leah H. Kartchner, wrote and asked Pearl Melissa Blackburn to write something about Aunt Mazie so I could add it to the things that I remembered about her so that Franklin and Ellen could know that we all loved their mother, Aunt Mazie.
(signed) Leah Haymore Kartchner
HANDWRITTEN LETTER FROM MARY ELLEN WILSON CLUFF HAYMORE
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October 8, 1923
Dear Esther, Ben & all:
I was pleased to hear from you again the other day. We came back from Prescott on the 4th and found Helen with a baby boy born the morning before. They named him yesterday at fast meeting William Harold. I think he has had some bowel trouble the most of the time so hasn't fill out much of any and he has to have some cows milk too.
The children go ½ or ¾ of a mile to school. We take them in the car usually of mornings & they walk at night except on Monday & Tuesday when we go to Primary & Relief Society. Helen plays & I direct the singing in Primary.
I was glad to hear about Gladys & new baby I must write to her & want to send 2 or 3 of Ma's things. How long will she be with you?
I wanted to speak about Will while I think about it – do you know where he is? He sent me 2 cards from near Benson and spoke of coming here. I didn't answer very prompt thinking he would be coming here as he expected to do in the card – haven't heard from them since May.
Harriet sent a card about some fruit while I was in Prescott I didn't get. There is a fall wind today. Bro. H. is out disking the pasture to plant to barley. The grapes have just gone – some white clings are hanging to the trees. They say Adrum took Leah to Salt Lake for conference. She is going from there to on (a) mission to New York. Sym had typhoid & was just getting around. Sis. Scott had an operation – appendix was taken still has gas etc. that was 3 or 4 weeks ago. Abbie also has had 3 or 4 bad spells in her side. They say she will have to go the next time she has it.
Albert's wife wants me to help her a little most any time now.
LeRoy's hay & cotton have turned out pretty good. He took to the gin $450.00 worth last week & hopes to get about two thousand out of it – ten acres of his own & one for himself on rented land.
LeRoy is up helping Arthur fill his silo today I think they chop corn stalks & all.
Do you hear from Delia or Aunt Martha or any of them? What is their address?
Nena makes such a fuss over Ellen & wanted a picture but the one we got is a cheap poor thing doesn't look much like her, but I will put one in so those that haven't seen her may know a little how she looks. Glad you are all well & Malin is better. With love to all,
Will try & get Ma's coats(?) of to your address & Gladys can get it there.
MARY ANN BEECROFT HAYMORE
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MARY ANN BEECROFT HAYMORE
Pearl Melissa Brown Blackburn
with notes by Leah Haymore Kartchner
January 17, 1980
I received your letter this morning. I will be glad to write what I can about your mother.
I don't know who would have a picture of Millard unless his family or perhaps Walter's could furnish one.
I am sorry to hear of Kenneth being ill. Both of those things are very painful. I am glad to hear that he is a patriarch.
The first recollections I have of your Mother (Mary Ann Beecroft Haymore) is when she and your Dad lived in the log house before the flood. One afternoon I was drying the dishes for her. She was a tall, pretty young woman with abundant dark hair. She was washing the dishes on a table in front of a small window which looked out on the front yard.
Sister Julia Rencher was there visiting your mother, she was sitting on a chair in the center of the room and was watching me dry the dishes. She said to your mother “She is going to be a fine woman when she grows up.” Your mother said she was sure I would be. So I pictured myself grown up and wearing fancy hats with fine feathers and flowers and swishing around in a long, frothy, lacy skirts. But later I came to realize that she meant that I would be a fine person and not just wear fine feathers. That kind remark stayed with me all my life. I think I was about 9 years old at that time.
My next earliest recollection is of my playing with a bunch of children at the end of the yard under a seedling peach tree close to the log house. This tree bore small, but very good peaches, however, I do not remember of fruit being on it as this time. This tree spread it's branches the whole width of the yard.
Some women had gone into the log house, which was just a one room, and the door was closed all afternoon. One of my playmates said the women were bringing Maryann a baby. I think it was Jenny Haymore, she was a year older than I was and more worldly wise about most things. Then later we were told that her name would be Leah.
(NOTE ADDED BY LEAH: I, Leah, was born 11 May 1903 to John Adrum Haymore and Mary Ann Beecroft. The one room log cabin was built from cottonwood logs from the banks of the Bavaspi River by my grandfather, Franklin Demarcus Haymore. Many relatives loved near by. Aunts: Mildred, Pearl Melissa, Emma, Tenna. Uncles: Arthur, Millard, David F., Lester and Walter Taylor. Cousins: Albert, Artie, Inez, all Haymores and I learned to love all of them).
She made beautiful baby clothes for you, such needle work on dresses a yard long. Cascades of lovely lace and insertion stitched on the finest muslin. The stores in those days carried the loveliest materials and eyelet embroidery up to 10 inches and laces wide and narrow. And the beautiful stitching in of insertion and sewing on laces, hemming, tucking, gathering and sheering I marvel at. All done on the treadle machines of the day. I think they became skilled at using the attachments that came with the machines. I know that your mother and my mother and Martha did all that beautiful work and Sister Rencher could do anything in the way of sewing.
Your Mother and Dad were the leaders of the young married social set in those days. Dances were held Friday nights and holidays. Stephen Wilson played the violin and so did your grandfather Beecroft. Others played the organ and guitars and mandolins. Your Dad would take his knife and shave up candles over the floor to make it smooth for dancing.
They would have oyster suppers and invite their friends from Colonia Morelos, twenty-five miles over the foothills on the Bavispe River like Colonia Oaxaca. Arnold and Estella Huber were among those who would come. They were very close friends from their Payson, Utah days.
Your Dad wanted everything **** and span, even spicker and spanner than that. He loved to see people well groomed and he freely cut hair for half the people in town. He curry-combed his horse; shampooed it and painted its hoofs with black hoof paint.
But what I remember most about your mother was her kindness. She was patient and loving with you children and nice to the rest of us.
Pearl Melissa Blackburn (signed)
(I, Leah Haymore was grateful to my mother, Mary Ann Beecroft Haymore, for having my sisters, Katie, Ada and Adaline, then a brother, Roscoe Adrum was born in Colonia Morelos, Sonora, Mexico.
After we moved to Douglas, Arizona, Anna Lee, John Arnold, Erma Joyce and Wanda May were born to a wonderful Mother and Father.
We were taught to love one another. We were given the opportunity to become acquainted with the Haymores and Beecrofts, to be grateful for our heritage.
Leah Haymore Kartchner (signed)
MARY ELLEN (MAZIE) WILSON CLUFF HAYMORE
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MARY ELLEN (MAZIE) WILSON CLUFF HAYMORE
born: 29 January 1874, Springlake, Utah County, Utah
died: 7 June 1931, Phoenix, Maricopa County, Arizona
Parents: David Johnson Wilson
Julia Didamia Johnson
Family consisted of two sons and 8 daughters, Pearl Melissa being one of the daughters. They were raised in Colonia Diaz, Chihuahua, Mexico.
Mazie married Orsen LeRoy Cluff. They had two sons, LeRoy and Ivan. Her husband and Ivan passed away leaving her a young and beautiful widow.
The Relief Society was encouraging young women to go to Salt Lake City, Utah and enter nurses training under the direction of Drs. Margaret Shipp and Jane Skolfield.
Mazie was chosen to take advantage of this training with the understanding that the local Relief Society would pay her expenses but after she finished she was to repay them also serve the needs in the Mormon Colonies in Mexico.
Her young son, LeRoy, was left in the care of her parents. Later he said that was such a lonesome time for him.
When Mazie returned to Mexico after her training she helped with the medical needs of the Saints in Juarez and Dublan.
Franklin Demarcus Haymore of Colonia Oaxaca, Sonora, Mexico was now a widower with a family of growing children. He went to Colonia Juarez to a Stake Conference and again renewed his acquaintance with Mazie, a sister to his deceased wife, Pearl Melissa Wilson Brown.
Franklin and Mazie were married 14 September 1908, Colonia Juarez. She and son, LeRoy, returned with Franklin to Colonia Oaxaca by wagon to their home. They had the following children:
1. Demarcus Luther Haymore, born 6 August 1910 at Colonia Oaxaca, Sonora, Mexico, died 26 January 1916, Douglas, Cochise County, Arizona
2. Franklin Reynard Haymore, born 24 July 1912 in Colonia Oaxaca, Sonora, Mexico
3. David Wilson Haymore, born 29 August 1914 in Douglas, Cochise County, Arizona
4. Ellen Ireta Haymore, born 18 January 1916 in Douglas, Cochise County, Arizona
Mazie was a wonderful woman, not only good to her own children, but to her husband's children by his three former wives. She was blessed with wisdom and good judgment to care for the needs of Franklin in his declining years. Franklin's many grand children that came and went out of the front door never once did “Aunt Mazie” say, “Why don't you children to around to the back door, or stop slamming the door etc” Instead each child that entered would be taught one of the Primary songs or the young teen agers instructed how to care for their complexion and hair. We always felt welcomed and wanted. She was a loving and kind person.
“Surely Aunt Mazie will be called blessed, and wear a crown of jewels in her hair as she receives her reward from her Heavenly Father.
She passed away on 7th of July 1931 following a goiter operation.
Love to all,
Leah Haymore Kartchner (signed)