Leola Grace Ferris - My Life and People
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LEOLA GRACE SCOTT FERRIS
The Story of My Life and My People
Dictated by Leola Grace Scott Ferris
Spring of 1966
My parents were George Lawson Scott and Josephine Streeper Grow. They lived on Highland Drive, beyond 33rd South, on the opposite side of Wasatch Memorial Cemetery, in south Salt Lake City, Utah.
My father had a blacksmith shop near the home and he worked there a number of years for himself. Then he went to work for Germania Smelter in Murray; he drove back and forth to work. He was a heavy-set man with a very pleasant disposition and was kind. All of the children loved father and he was well liked by friends and neighbors.
Dad was “leaded” and had to quit the smelter. He sold the home and we moved on the north side of the cemetery. He had a blacksmith shop there until 1903. Dad died of pneumonia 3 January 1903. He was buried in the Elysian Garden in Salt Lake County.
My parents always attended church at the old Millcreek Ward about 39th South and 6th East. Dad was secretary of the Elders’ Quorum for years. He would take his books with him, and attend quorum meeting on his way home from work. Father always honored his priesthood. On different occasions we were administered to in times of sickness. When the ward teachers came to our home, father would say, “The house is in your hands.” We would have a song, and have prayer (we would stand up and pray). The teachers would give their message, and then they would ask each of us to bear our testimony each time they came to our home.
Our home was always a happy place. Father was strict in his training, but he was never mean to his family. Father loved to whistle. He sang one song about a little pig that I shall always remember. Mother read to us many times at bedtime. Mother never took an active part in church affairs until after father died.
My brothers and sisters were as follows: 1) George Grow, born 28 April 1871, died 2 November 1931; 2) John Lawson, born 26 March 1873, died 29 December 1924; 3) William Douglas, born 8 March 1875, died January 1879; 4) Josephine, born 14 October 1877, died 19 June 1913; 5) Earnest Easton (“Ern”), born 14 November 1880, died 27 April 1948; 6) Leola Grace(?) (myself), born 19 January 1885, died 19 October 1972; 7) Albert Adis, born 19 December 1888, died 12 March 1966; 8) Rulon Stephen, born 12 October 1892, died 2 October 1933.
We can’t find any records about my brother William. Mother said he was buried in the South Cottonwood, now the Murray Cemetery. We should check in the city recorder’s office in Murray on this.
My father’s parents were Ellen Easton and John Scott. Grandfather Scott came from Northumberland in Great Britain. He worked in the coalmines in Philadelphia. He was killed in a mine accident there, and his widow and one child came west.
My grandmother came with the Captain John Smith ox train. She later married William Douglas who was a blacksmith. My father learned the trade from him. Mother was seventeen when she was married. (This grandmother is Ann Elliott Veach).
My mother’s father was Henry Grow, Jr., who was born 1 October 1817. He was the youngest of seven children, five daughters and two sons. His grandfather emigrated from Germany to Pennsylvania before the American Revolution. This man, George Frederick Grow, fought in the Revolutionary War.
According to Edward W. Tullidge in his book The History of Salt Lake City and Its Founders, published 9 September 1889, the first convert of our family to the Church was Henry Grow, Junior. William Morton baptized him in the Delaware River, near Philadelphia, in May 1842. He emigrated to Nauvoo in March 1843.
(A book has been written called Tabernacle in the Desert by a professor of Brigham Young University, Spencer Grow, a grandson of Henry Grow, Jr.).
Grandpa Grow’s only living son is Pernell Grow, living in Sandy Utah (1966).
Henry Grow, Jr. This man was a bridge builder. I believe the following story about him is true. Brigham Young asked Henry Grow if he could plan a building to hold a certain number of people, which would resemble an umbrella in shape. He drew up plans for the Salt lake tabernacle. A man called Folsom claims he was the architect of the Tabernacle, but this is not true. It was built after the Remington style of bridge building, and Henry Grow, Jr., was the designer.
Henry Grow’s first wife was Mary Moyer; they had eight children. His second wife was a Mrs. Nancy Ann Elliott Veach. His Third wife was one of his own stepchildren, Julia Veach. They had fourteen children. “Aunt Julie” had a great sense of humor. She dressed very neatly. Her husband, Henry Grow, served time in the penitentiary during polygamy days for having marred another wife, Sara Rawlins. They didn’t have any children.
We hold a Grow reunion. It has been held for the past four or five years. Richard Grow, a great-grandson, is the president now.
Genealogy. My mother was very interested in genealogy. One of my aunts, Nellie Grow Forman (deceased) did some work, also. We haven’t been a very close family, and I don’t know very much about the family members. I don’t know what temple work has been done. (Very little research has been done – daughter).
I remember Grandpa Grow, mother’s father, visiting us when we lived on the hill by the cemetery. He walked with a cane. I remember talking with him. I never saw my mother’s mother, Ellen Easton Scott.
My mother was one of the first teachers of the “religion class” in Wilford Ward. This was a weekday religious class sponsored by the Church. I have a little sewing box or “memory box” which was made by mother’s counselors and teachers of the religion class. Their initials are embroidered on the lid. The note which is still in the box is signed by the following: A.T. Richens, Irene Saville, Ida Fredrickson, Eviline Horne, Irine Bailey, Edna M. Green, Wilhemine Pedersen, Ansine M. Peterson.
Here is a recipe for ‘dandy lion” wine, which I found among my keepsakes; it was a recipe of mother’s which I had written down. It might be interesting to you: 3 quarts dandy lion flowers, 4 quarts boiling water, 3 lb. sugar, 3 oranges, 3 lemons, put boiling water on flowers; let stand over night, strain, then stir in your sugar; slice your oranges and lemons and mix with the others; let stand fourteen days, then strain into bottles, but do not cork for five weeks.
I was taught to wash dishes, mix bread, make cakes and pies, and cook a regular meal. I could do this well before I was fourteen years of age. When mother had company, I would fix the lunch and then I could go to play.
We never could go anywhere until our work was done. We had to keep the house “spotless”. I used to like to read. When mother and dad would go to town with the horse and buggy, I would read until I thought it was nearly time for them to come home and then get busy and do my work.
I was never taught to sew. Mother sewed for her family and for other people. After my first two children were born, mother told me it was about time that I learned to sew. I had to learn the hard way—by myself. I sewed for my family – trousers and shirts for the boys and coats and dresses for the girls. I even made the under clothing from old “union suits”. Many time our wages were only about $75.00 per month, and I would have to make the money stretch for all our living expenses.
I had chickenpox, whooping cough, measles, and the usual childhood diseases. I had terrible, sick headaches during my teen years. My health improved after my first child was born.
I went to school, called the Old North School, on Highland Drive, near 39th South. I had to walk to school’ many times we walked home for lunch. It was an old-style school with two rooms, and a pot-bellied stove for heating. My first teacher was Nellie Cornwall; another was named Jesse Hoopes, and one was E.H. Drummond. Our closest neighbors were the Frederick Brown family. Their daughters were Ethyl, Florence, May and Rose. Ethyl and Florence were my playmates. The Budd Murphy family was our friends; they had a son Leslie.
I met my future husband while attending grade school. We were sweethearts during the last year of school. My brother would often tease me and say, Willie carried your books home today!” I passed eighth grade and attended L.D.S. Academy. William Sherman Ferris, Sr. and I were married 16 November 1904, in the Salt Lake Temple.
I had taken out my endowments just after my father’s death. My husband had to wait a year to get a recommend, so we could be married in the temple. A few months before our marriage, my husband’s mother died, after a serious cold or pneumonia. Will’s mother hadn’t wanted any thing to do with the Mormons. His father was a real “Gentile”.
My husband’s father was Franklin Samuel Ferris, born 12 January 1835, in Washtenaw County, Michigan; married 11 May 1874; died 21 January 1916, Salt Lake City, Utah. His mother was Celestia Dockstader, born 8 May 1858 in American Fork, Utah County, Utah, died 28 April 1904. His mother was a member of the L.D.S. Church but became inactive after her marriage.
William Sherman’s brothers and sister included: 1) Bertha Sevira, born 31 January 1875 in Cedar Fort, Utah, died 14 August 1879; and the following born in Salt Lake City: 2) George Franklin, born 30 January 1880, died 18 May 1898; 3) Cyrus, born 26 December 1881, died same date; 4) Herbert and 5) Hubert (twins) born 23 September 1883; Herbert died the same day, and Hubert died 20 October 1883; 6) William Sherman (my husband) born 4 January 1885; 7) Winfield, born 23 May 1887 (married Alberta Barton), died 29 September 1933; 8) Ella Charlotte, born 21 April 1893 (married George Raymond Fox), died 23 May 1957.
My mother was a widow, and we stayed with her a while after our marriage. Before Josephine, was born, we moved to Waterloo Ward where we lived about a year. Our first child, Josephine, was born 8 November 1905. Then we moved to Sugarhouse, where we lived on 11th East. Josephine was blessed in Wilford Ward. (Old Millcreek ward was divided into Wilford and Winder Wards).
My husband and I moved next to Emerson Ward in 1907 for about a year, and then back to Sugarhouse ward.
Our second daughter was born in mother’s home in Wilford Ward; she was named Grace, and was born 2 October 1907.
Our third child, William Sherman jr., was also born in mother’s home on February 19, 1910.
We moved to Sugarhouse into our own home behind the Sugarhouse Planning Mill (back of the present post office). We then moved to a home behind the old Sugarhouse Church (later Irving School was built here). George was born 1 April 1912, and Ellen was Born 22 November 1913 in this home.
My sister, Josephine Scott Brighton, lived near us.
Next, we moved back out to mother’s place for a few months. When Ellen was eight months old, we left for Blackfoot, Idaho. We were to stay with my brother “Ern” on the farm. We were there almost a year when Ern and his family moved out. My husband worked for the Idaho Sugar Company, and then for the telephone company.
My brother had moved to Wapello Ward (north of Blackfoot). We moved out there. My husband was away from home a great deal at this time.
On October 3, 1916, our daughter Jessie was born. We had sent for mother. Will applied for a job at the Railroad. He met mother on the train, and they rode home together. Jessie was born before they arrived. I had a doctor from Blackfoot. Jessie was born in Wapello. This is a rural route north of Blackfoot. The doctor put Blackfoot on the birth certificate, which read “female child” and is now corrected so she has her name.
My husband got a job at Montpelier. I wanted to go up there to live, but “Will said we couldn’t find a place to live. Then, one of the councilmen of the town let us live in his home until we could find another place. We were very poor; we didn’t have money to pay rent. The store manager there was bishop of the ward. We signed over our first check in order to get groceries.
The next year there was a railroad car of peaches condemned, and I got five bushels of peaches. I was busy bottling them when the Primary President came and asked me to work in the Primary. I accepted rather reluctantly.
In 1919 we had the severe flu that was going around. I was never quite the same in health after that.
We had lots of friends, and attended church regularly. We were happy there. We lived in Montpelier six years, living in a different house each year.
We moved to Nampa next. I went to Relief Society often and helped quilt. I worked in the Primary. After awhile I was asked to be President of the Boise Stake Primary. I acted in this capacity for about a year and a half. I enjoyed the work and was learning a lot.
We moved to Salt Lake in 1924. We rented a home on 3rd East and returned to Nampa in 1929, staying until 1931, when we returned to Salt Lake City.
We bought a place on 5th East between 1st and 2nd South. Jobs were scarce. We went to the Welfare to get a sack of flour. They asked so many questions that my husband became angry and walked out without the flour. We managed somehow. Josephine and her two children came to rent and board with us. They rented upstairs.
Will got a job with the State Road Commission. Later, we sold our home and moved to 33rd South and 8th West and bought a home.
I was so disappointed about leaving Nampa that I didn’t go to church for a year. We moved back to 8th East and 17th South in Richard Ward. I started going to Relief Society where I helped with the quilts all the time I was there.
I worked in the Whittier Ward Primary on 3rd East and Harrison Avenue for many years.
In 1942 we moved to Cudahy Lane and Highway 91. Later we bought a place on Orchard Drive, south of the Val Verda Arch, where we lived for several years. Next, we lived in Hillside Garden, where we owned a home. We have only rented twice in our life. My husband would buy a home and fix it up, and then sell it.
In 1952 we moved to our present home at 1577 South 2nd West, Bountiful, Utah. Will was away from home most of the time, and I had the orchard work to do. We had three and half acres of orchard on Sycamore Lane to care for. Our son George bought the orchard on Highway 91. We lived in the home on the property while building a new home.
We never stayed long enough in one place for me to make really close friends. I always stayed home with my family while they were growing up.
Grace Porter was my friend and neighbor after we moved on 2nd West. I have been active in Relief Society since living here. Mrs. Clair (Cleo) Breinholt was my friend when we lived at Hillside Gardens.
In 1943-48 I was a cook at the South Bountiful Elementary School for one hundred sixty-five students. I worked for five or six years. I was sorry I quit this job. My doctor told me that my blood pressure was too high and I shouldn’t keep working.
For the first couple of years, we had quite a struggle to keep the lunch program going. We had voluntary help for the first while. My helpers were Mrs. Don Beazer, Mrs. Phillip Schmidt, and Alice Winters.
More about our children – in order of their ages
Josephine has written the following about herself.
“The records state that I was born at 1910 South 4th East, Waterloo Precinct, on November 8, 1905, in Salt Lake City, Utah. I understand that I was a chubby crybaby. I had an eventful life, moving about from place to place, changing schools, friends, interests and scenery.
“First I remember grandma’s place. Seems we stayed there off and on lots of times. I remember my first Santa Claus; that was the night now stands.
“ I remember a birthday party for Grace. Papa bought some cookies, and we pulled taffy. It got stuck to our fingers. We dipped our hands in the ditch that ran in front of the house; then we were really ‘stuck up’.
“When the family moved to Blackfoot, I stayed with grandma for awhile. Then grandma and I came up there to Uncle Ern’s place where you were living. Once, when we were walking home from school, a rainstorm came up and Grace and I got ‘bloody red’, because our dresses faded. We were an awful sight! This was in Wapello.
“On the 3rd of October 1916, Jessie was born. That same day Grace was baptized in the icy cold water of the canal.
“Next, we moved to Montpelier, where we lived for six years. We lived in Nampa for a couple of years, and then returned to Salt Lake.
“I married Richard W. Kirkham on 6 October 1926. We had two children: Richard Ferris Kirkham, born 25 September 1929, in Salt Lake City, Utah, and Leola Kirkham, born 17 November 1927, in Salt Lake City, Utah.
“My divorce was final in July 1932, cancellation of temple marriage August, 1932. Leola married John Mervin Dennis, and has three children. Ferris married Bonnie Mae Dykman, and they have two children. He is president of the L.D.S. Business College.
“After my children were on their own, I went to vocation school, graduating as a Licensed Practical Nurse. During the next five years I worked, saved, and attended Weber College. I obtained my Registered Nurse License in Utah, specializing in premature baby care. Since then, I have lived, spent, both wisely and foolishly, cared for my own needs and paid for my home. It isn’t a mansion, but its ‘home’, free of debt. It keeps me warm, comfortable, and dry.
“Hospitals I have worked in: Bingham Hospital, Bingham, Utah; L.D.S. Hospital, Salt Lake General, Holy Cross, St. Marks, all in Salt Lake City, Utah; Dee Hospital, Ogden, Utah; Casia Memorial, Burley, Idaho; Presbyterian, New York. It is now 1966 and I’m not yet able to finish up my nursing career school education. In 1968 I retired and am a foster mother for the L.D.S. Church Adoption Center. I care for all newborns waiting to be adopted. I mean the sick, handicapped, and legally questioned cases.”
Josephine’s daughter Leola was about three years old when she separated from her husband. Her son, Richard Ferris, was only about a year old. I cared for her children until their mother went to work in Salt Lake City. She had them cared for in the Neighborhood House for some 7 years time. Whenever they were ill, I went and brought them to my home and cared for them. Josephine lived on Lake Street. When I would come there, Leola would say, “Mother, here comes Mamma”. They have always seemed sort of special to me, since I cared for them when they were young.
Grace. Josephine included something about Grace in her story. After she graduated from High School, our daughter Grace went down to California to stay with her brother Sherman. She got a job working for some Jewish people. Later, she met and married a Portuguese fellow named Joseph Costa who was a member of the Catholic Church. They have two children, Franklin and Joseph. They live in Manhattan Beach, California.
Sherman was always a serious-minded boy. He wasn’t interested in athletics, but was good in scout work. Sherman was always a religious boy. He liked to think for himself and make his own decisions.
A couple of time he tried to ‘run away’ from home. In his seventeenth year he had a paper route. One day I found a note on the piano, which read, “I won’t be home tonight. I’m going away and ___ is to deliver the papers”. We didn’t see him for two weeks. I thought he might have gone to Brighton to visit an Uncle. I asked the Salt Lake Police Officers to check for him. Sherman was at his Uncle’s place all right. His uncle always resented that we had sent the officers up there.
The first time he ran away, he went to Montpelier, Idaho. He was a boot black earning his own way and staying with a friend. We brought him home. Josephine recalls that Sherman tipped the cupboard full of dishes over on top of himself one day.
At one time we gave George and Sherman each $5.00 and a box of food and sent them on a pass to Yellowstone Park. When George became broke and hungry, he came home. Sherman went to work on a ranch and stayed there for the summer. He came home to go to school. Before long, he asked his father to let him go to Los Angeles, California and learn to be a machinist. We had saved some money. In Los Angeles, he got a job at the railroad, and then learned the undertaking business on the side. He later asked his dad to get him a leave of absence from the railroad. He stayed with the undertaker and his family and learned that business. He learned all the skills of the mortician’s work.
He got a job working for several years. The army turned him down so he went to Vallejo and went to work in a machinist’s shop. Next he went in the pest control business. Later, Sherman went to Medford, Oregon where he bought forty acres of ground and built a memorial park.
He married Pearl Florence Cubberly from Los Angeles. They have five children: Audrey, Katherine (Kay), Sharon, Claire, and Paul. Sherman has been on the stake high council for a number of years.
When George was born on April 1, 1912, I had planned to name him Paul. My sister, Josephine, had a son that same day. She had him blessed and given the name of Paul, just before he died, a few hours after birth. George had a really severe case of smallpox. He was broken out everywhere on his body, even between his fingers.
George joined the National Guard. Later he bought his way out. He joined the Air Force and was sent to the Philippines. When he returned he was sent from state to state for training and service. He spent twenty years in the service of our country. He lives in Sacramento, California, where he works at an air force base. He was married to Jeanne Catherine Crawford on 29 April 1945.
Ellen was always a good student. She enjoyed many sports. Once, she broke her ankle while hurdling. She enjoyed dancing, all kinds of ballgames, and skating. She won a coral necklace for dancing. Her partner told her that he liked to go with Mormon girls, but he would never marry one.
Ellen worked in the Z.C.M.I. clothing factory after graduation from high school. She went to California and stayed with Sherman and his wife and worked in an overall factory. She saved her money and returned and went to Beauty College in Salt Lake City. After completion of the course, she worked in the Z.C.M.I. beauty salon. She continued her beauty work after her marriage to Sterling King Hixson from Salt Lake City on 21 September 1937. She has worked part-time while rearing her family and then began full time work. The Hixson’s live in Bountiful where he works for Utah Power and Light Company. They have four children: Richard S., Judy, Robert, and Joan. Richard served a mission to Holland, also enlisted and served in the National Guard. Judy graduated from high school and beauty school and works in the Paris salon. Joan is in high school.
Our daughter Jessie fell out of a swing when she was about 7 years old. She made a swing out of some twine and fastened it on a limb of a tree. Then she climbed on a chair to get to the swing. It broke and she fell to the ground. Her back was hurt quite badly. Two or three months later, she began having headaches. She would have spells similar to an epileptic after this. When she was about fourteen years of age, we took her to Mayo Clinic. They told us they could do nothing for her. We were there about two weeks. We paid them part of what we owed. When the clinic sent us a bill, we told them we would start paying them as soon as we got the funeral expenses paid. They sent back a bill marked ‘paid in full’. I thought that was very generous of them.
After we returned from Mayo Clinic, we had to consider putting Jessie in the State Hospital at Provo. Our doctor advised us to send her down there, and we finally decided to do so. That was one of the saddest days of my life, when I had to leave her there and go home without her. She died the 29th of November 1931, at fifteen years of age.
I have had some experiences in my life, which greatly strengthened my testimony. My mother had a trunk, which she kept locked, and when I was quite young, I was supposed to take care of the key and put it away. One day, I couldn’t find it. Mother scolded me about losing the key. I prayed very sincerely that I would find it. After awhile, I walked into the dining room, and the key was lying on the table. I’m quite sure I didn’t leave it there. I have always felt that my Heavenly Father had something to do with that.
It was necessary for my husband to work on Sundays for many years. Consequently, he has not been as active as he might have been. This has caused me a good deal of concern; however, he is a good, honest, upright man, and a kind husband and good father.
My mother and father always believed in paying their tithing. Mother always said that it was the tithing we paid that gave us blessing so we always had enough to eat and to wear, even though we had very little money.
I have a strong feeling about the Church. I don’t care to hear anyone criticize the Church or the authorities. I know the gospel is true. I wish that everybody had that same feeling. I just feel that it is. I know the Lord blesses us when we strive to follow His commandments and live as we should. May our kind Heavenly Father bless each and every one of you in your righteous endeavors is my prayer.
(Re-typed for digitizing by Richard S. Hixson, April 2006.)
Biography of Franklin Samuel Ferris
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Franklin Samuel Ferris 1835-1916
Franklin Samuel Ferris was born 12 January 1835, Washtenaw County Michigan, son of Samuel and Sally Spears Newell Ferris. The Ferrises come from a long list of Baptist Ministers, Quakers and Friends. Samuel Ferris was born in 1800 and established the Baptist Church in what is now Eaton Rapids, Eaton County Michigan. There is a stained glass window in this church in honor of him. He had two wives. The first was Anna Betsey Crissey, but the second wife, Sally Spears Newell, was the mother of Franklin. Sally’s first husband, Nathan Newell Sr., was killed when a tree he was cutting to clear a place for their little home, fell on him. Their first child, Nathan Newell Jr. was born three months later, a half-brother to Franklin. Nathan married Cornelia Gilbert and was active in the church mentioned above. Their descendants still are. Franklin, when he was 21, responded to the saying that was echoed at that time, “Go west, young man, go west.” He and two of his brothers, Alvirus and Cyrus went to California in the gold rush era, arriving in 1855. After a short scouting trip and some placer digging, they returned to New York, where they obtained machinery and tools to start a lumber and mining business. They invested $60.000 and had the materials shipped from New York around the Cape Horn, over the Isthmus of Panama and then freighted in small pieces via pack mules for 80 miles to Eureka, California, on the banks of the Klamath River. It took the brothers nearly a year to construct the lumber mill. In 1856 they moved operations to the Orleans Bar on the Klamath Ricer, then tragedy struck in 1862. There was a hurricane and flood, sweeping everything in its path into the ocean. It changed the course of the river and even the mining bar was lost, along with the homes, buildings and all machinery. This disaster caused Franklin to seek work in the mines again, ending up in Utah and Wyoming. He had another brother that had settled in Wyoming. He had a mine and sheep ranch, but shortly Franklin settled in Ophir, Utah, where he met his wife. His brother Cyrus was killed by a falling tree and Alvirus married and Indian Maid, Mary, who had a daughter and they called her Caroline Ferris. Very recently the relatives of these people have been located.
Franklin married Celestia Dockstader, daughter of George and Lovira Myrl Dayton Dockstader, who had also crossed the plains. She was born 8 May 1858, in American Fork, Utah. They were married at the St. Marks Cathedral, 11 May 1874, Salt Lake, when she was just sixteen, and after the marriage, Celestia was forbidden to associate with her people because they were Mormons and Franklin disliked Mormons very much. William Sherman, one of Celestia and Franklin’s sons, joined the church in order to marry Leola Grace Scott, daughter of Josephine Streeper Grow Scott and George Larson Scott, who were all staunch Mormons, and he was disowned. While researching for this family in recent years, the writer, Josephine Leola Ferris, who is the oldest child of William Sherman and Leola Grace Ferris, located two cousins of the family, Lovira Huggart and Velda Roberts. They were the daughters of Estella, a sister of Celestia. They told her how their mother had been allowed to go take care of Celestia when one of her last babies was born and what a hard time she had. Celestia was a very frail little lady, and although she had eight children, she never carried any of them the full nine months and only three lived to maturity. Berta Sevira, born 31 January 1875, Cedar Fort, Utah, died 15 Aug 1879. George Franklin, born 30 January 1880, Utah Territory, died 18 May 1898. Cyrus, born 29 December 1881, died the same day. Herbert and Hubert, twin sons were born 23 September 1883. Herbert died the same day and Hubert lived until 20 October 1883. Emil Winfield was born 23 May 1887. He didn’t die until 29 September 1933. William Sherman was born 4 January 1885, and died 4 Feb 1973. He joined the church and had six children born in the covenant. Emil finally joined the church and was taken to the temple to do his temple work on a stretcher just a few days before he died. He had no children. Ella Charlotte, the last child, was born in 1893. She remained a Catholic and had four children, making a total of 10 grandchildren for Franklin and Celestia. Celestia had what they called “milk leg” and it never healed. She died 28 April 1904, when she was just 46. Pneumonia and exposure to weather caused her death. She was buried in the Ferris plot at Mt. Olivet Cemetery in Salt Lake.
A few years before Franklin died, his son William Sherman couldn’t find work in Salt Lake, so he went to Idaho and found work there, but he became very ill and came home. Three days later he broke out with Small-Pox. His wife had just had her fourth baby, George Charles, and still weak, but had to have the vaccination. She also was quite ill. Franklin must have heard about the situation, because one day, the three children, Josephine Leola, Grace Lydia, and William Sherman 11, were outside playing when an old man, Franklin, put milk, butter and eggs inside the gate and said to me, Josephine, “Tell your mother to come out and get these.” I wanted to know who it was and I was told it was the grandpa, but I didn’t know what a grandpa was. The baby then contacted the disease and so the quarantine sign was up some time, but when it finally came down, the family made preparations to move to Idaho. I was still thinking about the grandpa, and I asked to go say good-bye. They tried to talk me out of the idea, but I was insistent, so I was finally put on the street-car and the conductor was told to let me off at the grandpa’s house. He was working in his yard and I pleaded with him to talk to me. I told him we were going to move away and to please say good-bye, but he wouldn’t, so I caught the next street-car and went back to the family.
Two years before this incident, about the summer of 1910, William and Grace had to go away on business.
The grandpa was away at the time and his daughter Ella was at home. We drove up to the house in the horse and buggy, and Ella hurried us into her bedroom and told us to be very quiet, because the grandpa would soon be home, and he must not know we were there. When we got hungry, she brought us great slices of bread and butter and jam with some milk. The jam got into Grace’s hair, and Ella worked until we fell asleep trying to get it all out.
The folks picked us up next morning and the grandpa never saw. My sister Grace was named after mother.
While the family was still living in Idaho, Franklin passed away with a heart attack. That was on the 21st of January 1916. William Sherman was working on some telephone lines when the message to contact him came over the line. He left immediately for Salt Lake without even telling his family he was going. So he was there to help bury his father in the Mt. Olivet Cemetery next to his mother, Celestia.
William Sherman also died from a heart attack. His sister Ella Charlotte did too. Little Bertha died from typhoid fever, George Franklin from ruptured appendix, and Emil from cancer. Two of William Sherman’s children died from cancer, Sherman and Grace.
Franklin Ferris’s sister, Harriet Ferris Abel, who is buried in the Ferris plot, came to visit Franklin while he was living in his home about 2750 Highland Drive, the south end of the Jensen property. Her death date was finally found after much research and has been given to her descendents, who were very happy to get it. She had three children; Carrie M., who married and had 1 female child. She always lived in Michigan and died and is buried there. Frank S. also lived, died and is buried in Michigan. It was Carrie and Frank who I corresponded with. Clarence J. Abel went to live with an Uncle George and his wife Julia. He died and is buried in Rawlings, Wyoming.
Bertha Ferris, 1st child of Franklin, who died when she was 4 years old, is buried in the City Cemetery. Emil is also buried in the City Cemetery. Ella is buried in California; William Sherman is buried in the Bountiful Cemetery.
Written by Josephine Leola Ferris￼
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