Life History of Leah Carter Taylor
Contributor: BarbaraLeishman Created: 1 year ago Updated: 1 year ago
Leah Taylor is daughter of William Henry and Kate Wilmore Carter. Her father was born in Lemington, Shropshire, England on March 7, 1866. When 2 years old, he was brought to America by his mother arriving December 4, 1868. His mother met George Carter and they were married in 1869. He was sealed to his father in February of 1924. None of us know the real story of his real father. We do know that he did temple work for a Richard Parrish and had it recorded in the family history and kept it until his death.
In his young life, he began to work as a section hand, and then went from that job to actual work as a railroad fireman and engineer as was the case of most railroad men. He did not function in the church. In 1898 he had a very serious accident in which his foot was caught between the engine and a car in a switch. the leg had to be taken off just below the knee. He spent the rest of his life with an artificial leg. His life was nearly taken from gangreen, but through the power of administration, his life was saved. From that time on, he spent his life in service of the church.
When he was a child, his mother and father moved to Nephi, Utah, and that is where he lived until his father began to work on the railroad, and he began work on the section.
I think I must tell you the about my mother, so that the story of their meeting can be told. Mother was born in Birmingham, England, on October 28, 1862. She left England for America with a company of immigrants on October 26, 188. She was only 21, and brought her 7 year old brother Alfred with her. I was never told this, but her mother died in the year of 1881, so I imagine that because she was the oldest in the family, that she took the responsibility of raising him. He lived in our home until he was married and had a home of his own.
My mother came to Logan, UT, because she had relatives here. She finally became employed in a hotel in Battle Creek, ID, in 1884. Battle Creek at that time was a railroad center. It was there that she met and married Father on September 1, 1886. Because of his job, they moved to Ogden, UT, and Salt Lake City for a number of years.
While living in Battle Creek, their first daughter Clara Mae was born, and also Francis Louise (Madge). After they moved to Ogden, Ernest was born. They moved back to Preston, ID, in 1898 and my brother Jesse was born. They then moved back to Ogden, where my brother George was born, and Kate was born in Salt Lake. You can imagine how hard it was for them to move so often.
In 1898, they moved back to Preston, ID. Because of the accident to his leg, he was given the job of taking care of the engines over night and clening the coaches for them to return to Salt Lake the next day. They had a daughter, Emma Ada, born in Preston in 1900. She lived until five years old, dying of measles. I was born in 1904, and was not one year old when she passed away.
In 1898, Father and Mother were sealed, and the family were sealed to them. Father and Mother were very active in the church. Father was ward clerk for 25 years in the Preston 2nd ward, serving under four different bishops. Mother was secretary in the relief society besides helping Dr. cutler in childbirth of many babies born in the ward. When Father made the change in his life, back in 1900, he spent his time in church activities. He was sustained as secretary to the first quorum of elders, and was called as a ward teacher, and as ward clerk in February, 1910, serving for 25 years. When he was released as ward clerk, he was appointed to the stake genealogical society. His temple work was from May 1, 1930 until 1952.
When they were expecting me, they thought I would be a boy, and Father picked the name of Parley for me. Well, when I was a girl, they gave me the name of Leah Maud Carter. Mother had eight children and took her brother and a grandson to raise with us.
After Mother's death in 1930, Father retired from the railroad on a pension, and he went into the Logan temple until his health failed and he came to live in my home. He lived there until February 1953, when he passed away.
My life began September 3, 1904, in Preston, Idaho. I was the last of eight children born to William Henry Carter and Kate Willmore Carter. I had three sisters. They were Clara Mae, Francis Louise (Madge), and Kate Irene. The boys, in order of their ages, were, Ernest, Jessie and George. I had one little sister, ada, who died shortly after I was born. Mother also raised a granson who was two years younger than me.
We lived in Preston, and never moved to other places, as they had prior to when I was born. Father had two houses then, in Preston. One, a frame house, and the other a red-brick home. I can remember living in the two houses. When I was very small, we lived in the red brick one, and I can remember we had one long room on the west side of the house. It had a huge table in there, and yet I can't remember eating any of our meals there. Our kitchen was on the east side of the house. I can remember we had a milk seperator, and a long table in there, and I used to get up on that table and run back and forth, until one day I happened to fall off and crack my head on the ol seperator. I can't remember ever getting my exercises on that table any more.
I guess my life, as a child, was just as any child in a family growing up. There were quite a number of girls in the neighborhood, and when we didn't have work to do, there were plenty of homes to visit and games to play until we were called home for our meals. Of course there were spells of neighborhood diseases such as measles, mumps, and chicken pox, which seemed to be passed around the children.
One time there was a spread of scarlet fever in the schools, and my sister Mae happened to be teaching school over in Weston canyon. The kids in her class all seemed to get it, and so, when my sister came home for the weekend, the police came and placed a quarantine on our home. We were not able to leave the place. None of us got the scarlet fever, and with eight of us shut in, it was a nightmare. Dad thought that he would relieve Mother of some of the rough-housing, so he went and bought us our first phonograph and a bunch of records. Believe me, it was used plenty, and it did relieve Mother of some of the tension that she was under. That was an awful long fourteen days.
We used to spend a lot of our summer at Battle Creek. The boys were sent there to run the farm, and or course, Mother had to be there to feed them. Mother used to like to go fishing in the Bear River, and she would take me along. That was not so much fun for me, because I had to be too quiet, but we got by some way. I never tried to fish. I never go by Bear River, but what I think of fishing.
I think I must tell you about some of the Halloweens we had when our family was at home. Our home was not far from town, and a lot of people passed by on the way to shop and to see the things that went on in town. Well, this one Halloween, my two brothers made a stuffed man by stuffing a pair of overalls, and what did they plan on doing with it? Well, they wanted to give someone a good scare. Just close to the front fence was a huge tree, and they climbed up there with the dummy and waited. Not long after they got up there, one of our neighbor ladies came along the sidewalk, and as she got under the tree, down came the dummy straddle of her neck. Of course, there was plenty of explaining to be done.
Another Halloween day, the boys became upset when a group of fellows on horses were racing across our lot, and the neighbors. They got out and chased them way to the end of the block, and then hurried back and placed a derrick rope across the street about halfway up the block. Then they went back down through the block and chased them back, and had a barrel of fun when they hit the rope and fell on the ground in every direction.
I wish I had been encouraged to keep a personal daily journal, but I guess, or in fact, I know, that Mother was kept busy taking care of eight young ones who lived there after some of them were married and had families of their own. The problems with their children made her feel that she had added responsibility as problems arose in their homes.
Kate Willmore Carter Life History
Contributor: BarbaraLeishman Created: 1 year ago Updated: 1 year ago
Kate Willmore Carter was born 28 October 1862 in Brimingham, Warwickshire, England to Thomas willmore and Louisa Baldwin.
Kate was a very small lady as far as height and weight, but a very great lady in service and love of others. She only weighed about 95 pounds and was about 5 feet tall.
She came to the United States from England, and she brought with her a 7 year old brother, Alfred Ernest Willmore. She came to Utah, and then on to Battle Creek, Idaho. Here she obtained a job working for George Paul in a Hotel and Cafe that was in Battle Creek at the time. This was where the Railroad came into. (It was before Preston was a town.) This was where she met william H. Carter, who was employed by the railroad. He was also from England, and had come to this country with his mother Francis (Fannie) Brown and his Grandmother Francis Saxton Brown on the Boat "Colorado" at the age of 2. (He is listed as Harry Brown on the boat records.)
It wasn't long before this young couple fell in love and started making plans for marriage. they were married on 1 September 1886 in Battle Creek and they were later married in Salt Lake Temple on 9 February 1898. They had saved $20.00 to get married on, but instead of using this to get the things they needed to set up housekeeping, they spent the entire amount on a Wedding Party for their friends. They then had no money to buy needed items, and Grandmother told of sewing up material for a mattress and pillows and gathering cattails and opening them and putting them in for the stuffing.
Grandma Carter was always a good cook, and it was said by everyone that no one could make pickles taste like she did. Also, her bread was unsurpassed in texture and taste. She made 8 loaves of bread each day for her family and neighbors and really loved her work.
Grandma Carter helped with the ill in and around Preston, and was called upon day and night to care for those in need. She also helped Dr. Allen Cutler, deliver babies, and then she would remain and stay a few days with the mother. Her son Ernest said that many mornings when they got out of bed, they would find a note telling of her being somewhere helping those in need. Aunt Leah also remembers this, and that her mother always had many home remedies for treating those that were ill. She recalls onion poultices and mustard packs for colds and earaches that really worked almost as well as many of our new remedies.
Kate and William were blessed with 4 boys and 4 girls and they loved and enjoyed each of them. They also raised a Granson LeRoy (Jack) Carter, a son of Francis Louisa (Madge) Elwell. These boys delighted in giving this little Mom of theirs a bad time. She would call and call them in the mornings to get up, and they'd just lay and laugh. Then she would go into their room and try to hit them with a broom, but they would grab hold of the other end and run this poor little lady all over the room. But when Grandpa Carter got tired of all their play and he called, up they got, because they knew the second call was a bucket of water right in bed on them.
Many times she displayed her great love for her family, and even their families, by helping at all times when they needed her. Anna Carter said, whenever there was sickness or new babies coming, Grandma Carter was always there, working day and night. At one time, May and Jarve Henderson lost their home by a fire, and it was in the middle of the winter, and she insisted on their bringing their children and coming home with her. Then a few weeks later, Kate and Gilbert (Gib) Stokes had some trouble, and he lost his job, and she again insisted they come home with their families also. They fed 18 people all winter, and never a word of unhappiness or complaining did she do.
Grandma Carter was never found sitting down. She worked hard caring for her large family and many neighbors. It was said that she never stopped going. She never walked anywhere, but always was on a run. She never even felt that she had time to sit down and tie her shoelaces, and often she hurried up the street with her laces flying in the wind.
She loved to fish, and after they moved into Preston, and she would come back to Battle Creek where their farm was, she would head for the river to get her a batch of fish. Aunt Leah, being the youngest, often went along, and she can remember having to sit perfectly still and be quiet, and how glad she was when they could go back to the house. She also not only loved to catch the fish, but loved to cook and eat them also.
She always had a good word for and about everyone. She did not gossip, and loved all people that she met. She felt then she could be of service to more people. Often, she would take things she had planned for her own family evening meal to those that she felt needed it more. She was never one to display anger and at all times and in all situations she had complete control.
She was ill for many months before her death, but she still insisted on doing her own work. The last time she tried getting out of bed 4 or 5 times before she gave in to being taken care of. The last month before she died, sisters in the Relief Society would take turns and come and stay all night with her. People loved her so dearly, and she was never left alone in her hour of need.
Grandpa and Grandma Carter had a really good orchard in Battle Creek for many years, and as people traveled back and forth to Preston, Winder or Banida, many of them would stop and snitch apples to eat on their way. One day, Ray Bright and Earl Corbridge stopped to snitch a few to eat, and as they were picking some, out ran Grandma Carter yelling at them. "Come over here, these are bigger and better ones." This was the way she and Grandpa were - what they had they loved, and loved to share with others.