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As a boy, Lewis has been badly injured in an accident and while convalescing, a picture of a beautiful building appeared before him. Even though he could see no hands, it appeared to him that someone was holding it. He viewed the picture for a long enough time that he could remember all of the details on the outside. Then the picture gradually faded away. In 1877, he was called to work at the Temple sawmill near Spring City. He was instrumental in helping to select the native lumber used in the construction of the Temple. Years later, after serving two missions for the Church in Wisconsin, Minnesota, and Illinois, he was on his way from Fountain Green to Manti for the dedication for the Temple. When he saw the completed edifice, he exclaimed, "There is the building I saw as a boy!" He was later the President of the Temple for 27 years.
A Brief Sketch of Historical Events (in rhyme) by Joseph Anderson
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A BRIEF SKETCH OF HISTORICAL EVENTS (in rhyme)
OF MY FATHER AND MOTHER
Written by : Joseph Anderson; their youngest son
February 20, 1938
My parents heard the gospel, far away in a land o’er the sea
That was brought by two young Elders, in eighteen fifty three,
John Van Cott was the one young man, Erastus Snow the other
Father accepted the message true, and so did my dear Mother.
Sweden was their old homeland, tilling its latent field
Struggling hard for daily bread, bringing only a meager yield,
To support a family of children, consisting of four young boys
Which now would become an adventure, as circumstances oft employs.
My father embarked for America, a land far away in the west
Leaving Mother, home and children, to struggle in ways that were best.
Oh shy did they accept this sacrifice, and hardships to go through
Their souls responded to light and truth, that the gospel was revealed anew.
They parted in tears, love and joy, though this incompatible seems
A sailing vessel did father employ, it was his only means.
To labor in the land of America, to earn money enough to pay
For emigration of his family, at the earliest possible day.
Many and many a day passed, many weeks and more
E’re the winds blew this frail boat to America’s welcome shore.
In Iowa’s land near Mississippi stand, he found his occupation
Struggled and saved every penny he made, for his family’s emigration.
Two long years, through storms and tears, did Mother earn her bread
It seemed almost an age, that goodbye to her husband was said.
At last one day the money came, giving joy and relief to her soul
It was now she say her prayers fulfilled, to reach her happy goal.
She too embarked on a sailing ship, with three young boys by her side
Through the many trials she endured, her oldest son had died.
Christian was the oldest one, Swen, Lewis, and Andrew, his brothers
Though unafraid they gave mother aid, as well as to each other.
Weary and anxious the dull days pass, waves rolling o’er and o’er
Six weeks and more was the time that passed to reach America’s shore.
Husband, Mother and children dear, in joy and happiness content
Mingled with thanksgiving and sorrow as their oldest son was absent.
Courage, faith, strength and zeal, did their true hearts now display
Starting with ox team and meager supplies, Zion two thousand miles away.
Not for glory, riches or fame, were their earnest endeavors bent
But to help build up the Kingdom of God, was their honest hearts intent.
On and on they pressed or’er plain and crest, adventure they did not fear
Slowly, dearly over wastes and streams, true hearts of pioneers.
Grim specters of savage indians, the buffalo, wolf and bears
Were theirs to befriend or conquer, with wisdom, watchfulness and prayers.
Hark, Hark, a cry of a new born babe, twas hard to think or conceive
That Mother could share maternity’s care was difficult to believe.
Father halted the oxen and there by mother’s side
On the dreary plains, in a wagon box, lay that new born babe that cried.
Still onward and onward they traveled, till months had totaled three
Over deserts, rivers and mountains, to the valley of the salty sea.
After trials and troubles that beset them, that seemed ever dark and thick
They land in the valley of sunshine, down on Cottonwood Creek.
Mother and babe were sheltered, in a log cabin near the stream
Joy, peace and comfort was now far more than a dream.
Father and boys in the wagon slept, though often they were chilled
Consolation came to my parents hearts, for God’s command was now fulfilled.
One Sunday morning when all was still and the sun o’er the mountains came
My father and an Elder met, to give Mother’s baby a name.
Erastus was the name my parents chose and a blessing was given too
Commemorating the name of the Elder, who brought the gospel message new.
In eighteen hundred and fifty-nine, when they arrived at their destination
To secure some land and build a home, was their fondest anticipation.
Moving south to Sanpete Valley, I must now to you relate
In the small settlement of Moroni, they secured some real estate.
Yes, in the small village of Moroni, where Annie and I were born
Came my pioneering parents, who had brave the thickest storm.
Log huts formed the fort and the bulwark of the town
Sheltering them from the elements, and the Indians that camped around.
Agriculture and cattle raising, - with hauling logs and wood
Were the principal occupations, of my parents livelihood.
Struggling and saving as best they could, some years had passed away
A bright star of hope began to rise, the beginning of a brighter day.
They sold their meager holdings, going north to a brighter scene
Taking their movable possessions and journeying to Fountain Green
A crystal stream of water flowed, from a cavern in the mountain
Nature here in beauty grand, produced a charming fountain.
Swen, Lewis and Andrew, with Erastus, Annie and Joe
Composed this pioneer family, with father and mother you know.
A house was built out of rocks and bricks, farm land located too
In this modest home was this family reared and to man and womanhood grew.
This historical rhyme is but a glimpse of time, of my parents honored life
It is written in full in the courts above, beyond this world of strife
Were they have obtained Immortal fame, far beyond our natural ken
May they in the hearts of their posterity live, for ever and ever, Amen