Margaret Harris (Crowther)

26 Nov 1915 - 8 Jun 1998

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Margaret Harris (Crowther)

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Married: 26 Sep 1939
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Elwood Cemetery

West 10000 North
Elwood, Box Elder, Utah
United States

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Birth dates of children: Richard Carl, Harris, Jr (Jul 10, 1940); Douglas Edward Harris (Feb 3, 1943); Steven Leslie Harris (May 18, 1946); Margaret Janeal Harris (Jun 23, 1949); Michael Louis Harris (Jul 5, 1954). Richard Carl Harris, Sr. and Margaret Crowther married in LDS Logan Temple. Richard Carl Harris, Sr. born in Salt Lake County, UT Margaret Crowther Harris born in Malad, Idaho
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I was born in Malad, Oneida, Idaho at 11:30 a.m. 26, November 1915, the first child of Edward Nehemiah Crowther and Estella Evans Crowther. Mother had been very ill through the months preceding my birth so when I arrived on that snowy day, which also was the day after Thanksgiving, everyone was very much relieved. I weighed 9 pounds at birth and continued to grow very fast because Mother was able to nurse me as she did all of her eight children. From the reposts the folks have given me I was really loved and I must have known it because I have such happy recollections from the time I can remember. I used to stand on a little raised place at the side of the sink and by rising up on my tip-toes I could reach the dishes, and I insisted on helping Mother wash them. The hot water bothered me and I would want to wash them in the cold and I remember Mother explaining that the dishes would not be clean and shiny washed in cold water. The Folks were living in an apartment in the West side of Grandpa and Grandma Evens’ home so our relationship with them and Aunt Annie, Mother’s youngest sister, was very close. I love to think of those years, everything seemed so enjoyable. There was a door opening into a small bedroom which led to the rest of their home and we were back and forth, keeping them in touch with all our activities. We had most of the contagious diseases during those first years and it seemed that we had them each year at Christmas time. Measles, Scarlet Fever and Whooping Cough were some of them. Mother would spend hours rubbing us with ointment to stop the itching. When we were sick Mother would make a bed on the davenport, as the couch was called, and sleep with us in the front room. I remember waking up and wondering if Santa Claus had arrived and covering my head for fear he was there putting our toys under the tree. In spite of the diseases, Christmas was always a magical time. We used to decorate the tree with real wax candles, although we didn’t light them. The toys were wonderful. I can especially remember this one beautiful doll with a fine buggy to take her riding in and some toys made of wood and wire. I can see the giraffe sitting on the back of the couch with its long wire neck and legs and wooden head, body and feet. We always had a lot of snow and I loved to go out in it. One day Mother got me already to go out with my sleigh. It was in the back porch and I was pulling it along while walking backwards toward the door and fell into a tub of cloths which were soaking ready to be washed. I was really wet and had to take off all my clothes and that was the end of the sleigh ride for that day. When very young, one of my greatest wishes was to have curly hair, so after a lot of coaxing Mother put it up in rags. I was so thrilled with the results and wanted to go outside to show everyone. It was winter and Mother insisted that I wear my cap. So I wore it but if I saw someone coming down the street I would pull off my cap until they passed so they would see my curly hair. The world seemed so big and although our church was only a block away it seemed much farther than that. One time I was supposed to have gone to Sunday school and I dreaded it very much so when I got to the corner of our block where my Uncle lived, I went in there and played with some little pups, their old dog Rover had, instead of going to Sunday-school. My folks weren’t very pleased with my actions, as you can guess. I did go to the Sunday School most of the time and one time our little class learned a song for Mother’s Day. The song was “Oh, I Had Such a Pretty Dream, Momma”. Well, we did such a good job that they wanted us to repeat it in Sacrament meeting. It seemed that the charm of the occasion was over, because our repeat performance wasn’t as well done. Only about half of the class showed up. I forgot to take off my hat which had a big brim on it and looked terrible. But we received some good natured smiles from the audience just the same. Our sacrament meetings were held in the afternoon at 2:00 p.m. and they seemed alright to me except the days we had Testimony meeting. There was an old man, a Mr. Blainsdale, who had a long white beard. I used to dread for him to get up to bare his testimony because he talked so long. It seemed that he would never quit. One Sunday while church was in session this old man was sitting on the front row. After opening the meeting with prayer, some men on the stand saw him slump forward. They hurried to him and carried him out, only to find he was dead. I can remember being somewhat relieved, thinking that the testimony meeting wouldn’t be so long anymore. The fairs which were held each year were wonderful occasions to me. I loved the crowds, the horse racing and the displays, but the booths which held the kewpie dolls with their bright feathered skirts and hats were like magic to me. I always wanted one so much. One time Grandpa Evans stayed at one of those wheels until he got one for me. She was so beautiful and I was so thrilled and grateful to him. I also enjoyed the Bazaars at the church. The fish pond held the biggest attraction for me and Dad was putting the items on the fishing pole behind the curtain. I wanted some beautiful beads, but when I put the line over the curtain someone told my father that it was just another girl on the other side and he didn’t get the signal that it was me. I didn’t get those beautiful beads the first time, but after having another little conference with him, the next fishing adventure was successful. Mother had made a black sateen dress with embroidered butterflies on it and black bloomers to match, and put it in the bazaar, planning to buy it for me. I was worried for fear someone else would buy it and someone almost did. I saw this lady and little girl looking at it and so I ran after Mother who was busy with the Fish Pond. She arrived just in time and purchased the dress. I loved the dress and enjoy thinking about it even after all these years. Mother use to make all of my clothes, dresses and coats and she used to do such beautiful work. Aunt Annie and her girl friends used to do a lot of embroidering at their place. I used to watch them and it was very fascinating to me. They taught me to do some of the stitches. I can remember a round doily cut out of a piece of tan linen material and I made French knots all over it with dark red thread. Evelyn (Eva) Jones, our neighbor and Aunt Annie’s very close friend gave me a pretty white apron which was embroidered with a black edge around it and ***** Cat heads for pockets. The heads were red with their faces embroidered in black. I loved the apron and didn’t want it to wear out. I always had a great imagination and liked to think of animals doing the same as people, so one day when I saw all the chickens sitting under a tree, in the heat of the afternoon, I commented to Mother that the chickens were in church and I enjoyed thinking just that. I enjoyed Grandma’s cooking. She made the best jelly, cookies, preserved peaches, plums and many other things. One day she was making some molasses candy and I could see it was bubbling and boiling and looked so good. I put my finger right down in the middle of it to get a taste. Instead I got a badly burned finger and a good lesson. Uncle Norman, Dad’s brother was very good to us. When he would come to see us, he would ask Neal and me if we would like to go for a “Joy Ride”. I can still remember how good the ice-cream cones would taste, that he would buy for us. One time he brought us a pair of Guinea pigs from Salt Lake City. We were so tickled with them. Dad made us a little pen to keep them in. The pen had wire on the front and one morning when we got up the wire was pulled off. We could see big teeth marks in the boards and the Guinea pigs were gone. We found one out on the road dead. Some dogs had broken in and taken them and we were some very disappointed children. Dad was born in Lake Town and spent many years there and in Logan Canyon. So those places were very dear to him. Each summer we would spend our vacation over there and those places became very7 dear to us, too. We would count the days and hours, before it was time to leave. Every mile was exciting and adventurous to us. Aunt Annie and Eva went with us and Mabel Jones went once. They were such good company and added so much to our trips. The canyon was beautiful and Logan River held such a fascination for us. I can remember the clear water flowing over the rocks and the green vegetation on each side and the wonderful smell of pine trees. The road was very narrow and in some spots there was not room for the two cars to pass and Dad would have to back the car a long way until we came to the portion of the road where another car could squeeze by. It was all very exciting to us as children but when we got older Mother told us how terrified those roads were to her. As we rode along we would see who would get the first glimpse of the lake. I never will forget the thrill as we would come around that one bend in the road where we could see the patch of blue through the pines and then the winding and turning until we were to Garden City and then up to Camp Lakota. We would live in cabins with tents tops and wooden Floors. We could cook the meals on campfires in front of the cabins and eat on camp tables. The lake was high then and one evening when there was a storm, the waves washed right up to the camp-fire, putting it out. We would go boat riding and swimming and have corn flakes to eat, which was a treat because we always had cooked cereal at home. We had wonderful times and hated to leave. Mother’s three sisters all lived on farms outside of town and we enjoyed visiting them. Everything on the farms seemed so exciting to us. Their homes didn’t have electricity then and one time they were pumping air into a lantern getting ready to light. I couldn’t resist touching the little bag on the light and it disintegrated before my eyes. There was a long silence from all the adults because that was the last, and only, one they had. I can remember the separator running with the foaming milk going one direction and the cream coming out of a little spout on the side. They had Choke Cherry trees and it was fun trying to reach the fruit but more fun eating the delicious jelly made from them. Aunt Kate made such delicious bread and I remember Mother saying we ate as if we were starved when we visited them. When I was six years old workmen started to build our new home next door. We surely enjoyed exploring the excavation and climbing in and out as the carpenters progressed. It was an exciting time when we moved in. It seemed so big and wonderful. My bedroom was beautiful, with pink walls and curtains with pink flowers, green leaves and bluebirds. There was a dressing table and drawers of birds-eye maple. I loved my room very much. That was also the year I started school. Miss Alice Harding was my first teacher and she was a very fine one. At one time they planned a program and she asked for volunteers and I sang “Rock-a-Bye-Baby”. As I think of it now I sang that every time they had a program until I got in the second grade and I played the part of an Indian mother and sang an Indian song to a little boy. The teacher was Mrs. Viola Reese – she had a nose and eyes like the witch in the show of Snow White, but most of the time she did a pretty good job of teaching. The third grade was a happy one. Miss Evelyn Jones was my teacher and I loved her very much. It seemed that everything went well until one day when she was sitting on the edge of her chair I caught my toe in the leg and pulled it from under her. She sat firmly on the floor. I stood there dumbfounded and she just sat there and laughed. Finally I picked up the chair and said, “Pardon me”, in a weak, scared voice. She got up and everything went as usual. But, when I went home I cried and cried, saying that I just couldn’t every go back school. I did go back, but some of the boys made it quite hard on me. We went home for lunch each day and I can remember how good the food would taste. Mother was a good cook and it was our custom to have the main meal at noon. Some of the dishes I can remember are: various kinds of meat prepared in delicious ways, potatoes and gravy, all kinds of vegetables, scalloped potatoes, baked potatoes, vegetable soup made with a soup bone with plenty of meat on it, bean soup with a pork shank, cole slaw, rice and custard puddings, lemon pie, home-made ice cream, light cakes with strawberries, . . . . . . . I could go on and on. Dad would get up in the morning and make whole-wheat cereal as only he could make. Mother always made bread and taught each of her daughters to do the same. Mother did a great deal of singing in public in those days. She had a wonderful voice and I will never forget the time she sang the “Flag Without a Stain” for the fourth of July celebration. It was wonderful!!! I have her copy of the song and treasure it very much. During these years I took dancing lessons from Mrs. Laura C. Jones. I took ballet dancing and some other different kinds. I loved my little black dancing shoes and seemed to fly when I had them on. She taught me to be graceful which has helped me all my life. Hazel Hancock and I danced a Dutch dance on a big stage in the Stake Tabernacle. She was the girl and I was the boy. She had braids made of woven rope, but her own hair was blond and she had black eyelashes and eyebrows and blue eyes – a very beautiful little partner. She became a very dear friend during those first school years. I also danced a ballet number that evening. I was dressed in a white ballet dress and the performance was a great success. The audience clapped for an encore but I wasn’t sure of the other dance so I wouldn’t try it. There were three events which happened in my eighth year which I shall never forget. Berthel, my third brother, was born and when they let me go into Mother, she held me close and I was so glad to see her but I cried as I told her how bad I wanted a little sister. She said she knew how I felt but that he was a very dear little brother. I agreed with her the minute I looked at him and forgot my disappointment and have always enjoyed him from that day to this. Just a few days after his birth I was baptized. Dad and Mother were unable to go with me so Aunt Kate and Uncle Henry took me down. Just as we started out I became panic-stricken and would have climbed out of the car window if they had not stopped me. Those cars were open in those days and I could have easily jumped out. But, they were very sweet to me and said some encouraging words and it turned out to be a very enjoyable experience. Herbert Thomas baptized me. The third event which was a very sad one happened on Valentine’s Day. After a long sickness Grandfather Evens passed away. I can remember everyone caring for him and making life as pleasant as possible for him. Those moths preceded his death they would make homemade ice-cream and play his favorite records for him. Right now it makes me sad to hear the song, Grandfather’s Clock”, because they played it for him so many times. One summer Francis Bowers, a niece of LeRoy Horsley, came up from Salt Lake City. She was a wonderful girl and I had one of the most delightful summers of my life. One of the things we enjoyed most was putting on some plays. These were held in the playroom in our basement and we invited all the neighbors. One of the stories we enacted was “The Little Match Girl”. It was a sad story, but I imagine our role as actors make the whole thing quite amusing to the folks in the audience. One summer Neal was operated on for appendicitis and at that time they kept him in the hospital for fourteen days. He was very sick and uncomfortable at the first but as he improved the days were long for him. Each afternoon, during visiting hours, I would go to the hospital and read to him. We both looked forward to these afternoons. Some of the books we read were “Tom Sawyer” and “Huckleberry Finn”. When we came to the funny parts Neal would start to laugh and then be in pain that the laugher was causing to his incision. I can see him holding his stomach and trying not to laugh. The Family Home Evening Program was first introduced in 1915, the year that I was born. As I think of it now, our leaders surely have tried hard to establish this very important program in the families of the church. One time while I was young they asked our family to put on a Family Home Evening in a Stake meeting. There was a plan given us to follow – much like those in the Family Home Evening books we use today. We had a short lesson, sang songs, and played some games. I remember Neal and me bouncing a big ball back and forth to each other on the stage. I was a privilege and a blessing for our family to be the one to introduce this in our Stake because we continued to have such evenings off and on throughout our childhood. I enjoyed them very much. (One of the songs we learned for the “sample” home evening was “Angry Words, Oh Let Them Never”). I never have forgotten them. Through the years I was taking piano lessons from Aunt Annie and progressed until I was able to play for the orchestra in the seventh and eighth grades. In the eighth grade I was elected President of the Student Body to my great surprise, but it gave me some good experience. I was relived to get into High School, mostly because of my height – now I wouldn’t be the tallest student in school and could stand up straight for a change. I received my growth very young and was head and shoulders above very child in the Junior High and the other students would never let me forget it. By then I was taking Violin lessons from Mrs. Owen T. Howard (Rachael) and played in the orchestra. In my Sophomore year the music department made a drive for a better orchestra so they bought a bass violin, cello and viola. Mr. Steffens the teacher taught me how to plan the cello. I played it in the orchestra for that year, but preferred my violin, so went back to it. When fifteen years old I became the Sunday-school Organist and Lucille Ward was the Chorister. We practiced hard and really enjoyed the work. Mr. A. N. Rytting was the Sunday-school Superintendent and when we move to Tremonton I renewed my friendship with him after, about, fifteen years. While in High School, I took Home Economics and dearly loved it. We had a wonderful teacher – her name was miss Bessie Dillon. She taught me more Home Economics than any of my college professors. I became resident of the Home Economics Club and one time had to give a report in the State meeting held at Pocatello, Idaho. In the classes I made some very close friendships with Maurine Evans, Katie Jones and LaDore Ward. They were very fine girls with the same ideals as I had and we had wonderful times together. We took some ballroom dancing classes together and then used to dance with each other before the boys started asking us. I can’t imagine it now, but that was done in those days. Seminary was a very fine experience. Miss Effie Chadwick was the teacher and I owe a great deal to her. She would have me lead the singing and I led the graduates in two songs at our Seminary Graduation. She also had me sing a duet, “Oh, It is Wonderful”. That is where I started to sing alto and have ever since. She also put me in charge of a boy’s quartet. They sang, “I Was the Mighty Angel Flying”. They did very well and it was the beginning of the assisting many boys and men’s quartets to perform in the wards I have lived in. I have been leading the singing ever since and have received so much joy and satisfaction from it. Along with the music side of Seminary, I enjoyed studying the Bible and Book of Mormon. It was during her wonderful interpretation of the New Testament that my testimony of the truthfulness of the Gospel began to grow and take on full meaning. I also gave aRe-Told story in M.I.A. under her direction. I learned much from this experience and felt that I did a successful job. All through these years our family was growing. I had wanted a sister so much and it seemed that before I knew it I had four wonderful little sisters. Valene, was born when I was ten and I was the happiest girl alive, then Lucille, Leanore and Sharon. I loved them all very dearly and enjoyed helping Mother care for them. I used to cut their hair and wave it. One great sorrow to us was that at three years of age Valene developed a bad heart – complications following Scarlet Fever. She was very sick and we had to keep her quiet and would read to her by the hour. Then in the summer months Margaret Harrison and I would push her in the buggy up this street and down that. Mother and Dad spared nothing in caring for her. She was in a very serious condition up through adolescence, but finally started to improve and now has good health and is the mother of three children. We are all so thankful she was spared to us. Next to be born was Lucille. Mother was very sick before she was born and it was during this time Mother developed a bad heart and had bad health throughout her life. Lucille was such a beautiful baby and when she was six months old we were quarantined out because of the Scarlet Fever and had to live over at Grandmother’s. Mother would put Lucille in the high-chair by the window where we could see her and I cried with homesickness to be near her. Leanore came next and she was a darling also. I vowed when I knew there was another baby on the way that I would not neglect her for the new one and I never did, always trying to show her a lot of attention. When I was seventeen, Sharon was born. I was old enough to really car for her. For my Home Economics’ project I got her ready for bed each night – undressing her, rubbing her little body all over with body lotion and putting her night clothes on. I remember holding her on my lap and feeding her at the noon hour. She became such a part of me that it about broke my heart when I had to leave her, she being 14 months old, and go to the “Y” to college. I was the bashful modest type so I didn’t do much dancing until my Junior year. I was on the Prom Decoration Committee and then had my first date to the Prom. I was so bashful that I couldn’t think of anything to say and walked all the way home without a word. That was the first and last date with him. But I danced more from then on and had some dates here and there. The summer before going away to school I was having a wonderful time. When the Fall came I went to Brigham Young University attend college. It was a very hard thing to do because the only time I had been away from home was the few days I spent with the Beehive girls up Logan Canyon. I loved our big wonderful family and had no desire to leave them for one minute. I suppose no-one was more homesick than me for those first few weeks, but I stuck it out until Thanksgiving and then when Dad came after me, I was so tickled that I cried all the way home. My eyes were so swollen when I arrived that Sharon didn’t know who I was and that make me feel very bad, but soon she was in my arms and things were back to normal again. I finally adjusted to college life and learned a great deal, majoring in Home Economics and taking violin lessons from Donald Olsen on the side and meeting many wonderful people. The second year, I played second violin in the Symphony Orchestra. I love the music we played. One composition was “The New World Symphony”, which featured the song “Going Home”. My Junior and Senior years were spent at the Utah State University called the A.C. (Agriculture College) then. They had a fine new Home Economics department which was very delightful to work in and where I met Sybil Cole, my most beloved girl friend. My room-mate was Twila Meldrum whom I learned to love and who was from Elwood – a very fine student and an accomplished violinist. The Winter Quarter of my Senior Year I attended a Girl’s Day Dance and we exchanged many of our dances. One fellow I danced with had a beautiful base voice and sang in my ear as we danced. He made quite an impression on me and I found myself looking for him on the campus. When I asked him what his name was he said that his friends called him “Dick” and when I told him my name he called me “Gretchen”. He was studying German at the time and he had learned that Gretchen was Margaret in that language. Our friendship grew – everything he said or did pleased me. We had long wonderful talks and went to a number of dances together. Even walking through the Logan cemetery was enjoyable with him. I wrote to the folks describing him as the “most refined man I had ever met”. I was living at the Home Economics’ Training Cottage at the time and he had to pass the cottage to go to school and I would watch out the windows to see him pass by. He had a Model A Ford car and I dearly loved it. When he would pass by in that my heart would really pound. The day before graduation on June 6th, at Friendship Park, up Black Smith Fork Canyon, at about 11:00 a.m. he proposed to me. I accepted without any hesitation, because I had known for some time he was all I desired in the man I would marry. The next day we graduated and it was another wonderful day. The folks were there and I never will forget the way they looked as I walked up the steps after receiving my diploma. Dad looked as if he would cry. It was good to be home again after all that hard work and for the next 18 months I spent my time getting my trousseau ready, writing letters, and helping at home. I didn’t think it was possible to be so happy. When I think back, it must have been a hard time for the folks but I enjoyed every minute of it. I also had my appendices out during this time. We were married in the Logan Temple on the 267th of September 1939, by Joseph Quinney. Dad and Aunt Kate, taking the place of my mother, Dick’s mother and Aunt Oridine accompanied us. I had a beautiful satin dress with lace around the neck and 22 buttons up the back which caused Aunt Kate some concern because the loop-holes were a little small for the buttons and it took extra time to get all those buttons taken care of. Other than that everything was very beautiful – I felt as if I was in heaven. I was so happy except for the fact that thoughts of Mother not being able to be there with us and thinking of all she had done in preparation of my trousseau, clothes, temple clothing – more things that I could ever mention. Because of this, in the early meeting I lost control and began to cry and couldn’t get stopped. Aunt Kate and I sat in the back of the building and Dick and Dad were on the front row so they didn’t see me crying. I was so afraid he would see me and think my tears were because I didn’t want to marry him. I had gained control by the time we met again so everything was alright. From the time I entered the temple I experienced a very special feeling and I gave thanks to my Heavenly Father and to my parents for making this day possible for us. The officiators treated me as if I was a queen and each time I would look at Dick as we went through the different rooms I thought my heart would burst with love for him. The wedding ceremony gave us the knowledge that it was inspired of God, that it was a Holy Ordinance and truly there were angels present – what a perfect way to start a life together – we knew that our marriage had been made in Heaven. We went to Yellow Stone National Park on our honey-moon and then went to Logan to live. Dick planned to work on his Master’s Degree but in February he got the job of State Range Examiner for the A.A.A. We lived in a little furnished apartment on Second South for one year. Carl was born on 10 July 1940. I’ll never forget the feeling I had when nurse brought him in, laid him down on the bed beside me and left. I held his warm little body up close to me and cried with joy and thankfulness that he was ours to love and care for. Soon after this we moved to Judea’s – a very nice apartment and in the 5th Ward. Carl was one of the first babies to be blessed in the new Church. The next year we decided we wanted to start buying some furniture of our own so we rented a house close to the A.C. campus. It was during this time that the 2nd World War started and my brothers all had to go into the Service. Neal was on a mission, so Gordon was the first to go. Those months previous to his going, he had been going to school at the A.C. and had spent a lot of time at our home. Dick was away a great deal and Gordon helped me out so much and Carl loved him like a second father. So it was harder than ever to see our handsome brother go to War. He was able to type so got a job in the offices along the way, but he also had some real exciting and terrifying experiences. While living in the 5th Ward I was chorister in the Primary. I enjoyed this experience very much. The Presidency was so devoted to their work and I loved the organist - she was a Mrs. Lewis who had lived in Malad for a few years and it was good to renew our friendship. When going to the Logan Temple I have seen some of these ladies and this has continued to bring back very pleasant memories. One day, while Dick was away, I was doing my ironing, Carl, just two years old, was playing on the front porch and the lawn and as I ironed I could watch him, but all of a sudden he wasn’t in sight. I ran out, looked up and down the street, in the back yard, all through the house, in the basement, and then ran to the canal which was close by but there was no sign of him. I ran in the house and called Gordon but he was out to the airport taking flying lessons. I then called the police and told them I had lost my little boy and feared he had been swept away down the canal. By this time all the neighbors were out helping me look. I ran in and knelt down and pleaded with my Heavenly Father that we would be able to find him. It was not long after this that a policeman came down the hill on his motorcycle and he had Carl on the seat beside him. He handed him to me and my legs wouldn’t hold me any longer and I sank down on the grass with him in my arms. The officer had found him close to the Fifth Ward. He was used to walking to Primary with me and that’s where he was going. We all wondered how he ever crossed those busy streets in safety because one of them led to the college. Gordon arrived shortly after that, his landlady had called the airport but by that time Carl was in the house standing in the front window and Gordon remarked that he surely was thankful to see that little face beaming at him as he drove up. I was so grateful to my Heavenly Father for answering my prayer. He has surely protected us through the years. Douglas was born on 3 February 1943. He was a darling baby and so good. We weren’t so inexperienced this time and so things went a little smoother. I can remember the preparations we made so that everything would be ready. Dick stayed home from work, to take care of Carl. We were so thrilled and happy when he arrived. He was such a beautiful baby – one time when I took him to Dr. Barlow for his check-up he remarked that he was a perfect baby and he wished he had one just like him. I knew he meant it because he was not one to make flattering statements. We had developed a great desire to live in the country, especially after Carl getting lost, so found a home with an acre of land out in Millville. It was a white house trimmed in green with an iron fence in front. The grounds were beautiful and the house had green carpet in the front room. We got some chickens and a colt which we named Fancy and also some lambs. We were some very happy people except for the worry of the war. We lived in fear that Dick would have to go but finally we received word that their department had been given permission to defer two of their men and he was one of them. Much of his daily work throughout the State of Utah was helping in the war effort, so we felt we were contributing in the way we were asked, although he didn’t have to leave home and enter into the actual fighting. Dick became Scout Master, then Sunday-School Superintendent and then Bishop. During this time he was also elected as mayor of Millville. He had been Bishop only a short time when they transferred the AAA office to Salt Lake City. So we had to leave Millville after living there three and a half years. I worked as Ward Organist, Primary teacher and Primary Chorister while living there. We became acquainted with some very wonderful people: Mr. and Mrs. Ernest Neves were like parents to us. Parley and Jessie Jessop, whom we bought the home from, the W.W. Pitkins, Ellis Shaffer, Vaughn and donna Scott, Mr. and Mrs. Hale and Norma and later Clyde Linder, whom Norma married. There were many others such as Bishop and Arlene Anderson whom we have kept in touch with because of their being officiators in the Logan Temple and were working in Samoa the same time that Carl was there on his mission. It was very hard to leave Millville and we shall always remember the wonderful years we lived there. Steven was born about three weeks after Dick became bishop. When he was about four days old the doctor informed me that something was wrong with my milk, that Steven was not gaining as he should. We put him on the bottle but he would vomit it as soon as he would take it. We lived in terror for fear we would loose him – he got to look like a sick little sparrow. Finally after a lot of prayers and special care he adjusted to the milk and started to gain weight and became a beautiful baby with fair skin and red curly hair. Some thought he was a little girl, h was so beautiful. While in the hospital I read the book, “The Robe”, which helped to take my mind off of this problem with Steven. While reading I became very impressed in the life of Steven in the time of Christ and so in deciding a name for our new baby I knew this was the man I would like him to be named after and Dick agreed. It has always fit our third son because he has been a very spiritual person from the time he was small. We moved to Salt Lake City two days before Christmas in 1946. Dick had picked out the home and so it was a big thrill to see it for the first time. We loved the new home and work hard to on the grounds and little garden in the summer. We kept Fancy down at Uncle Leslie’s. Salt Lake was new to me so Dick spent a lot of time showing me the spots of interest and those months were delightful. But Dick’s work took him up to Tremonton and while there Mr. Al. Bishop offered him a job and we were fearful of the influence the city would have on our boys, so we found a little 29 acre farm in Elwood and moved there in September in time for Carl to start school. The house seemed like a barn compared with the new one in Salt Lake. There was a black pump for water at an old sink in the kitchen. There was not bathroom and the water had to be heated on an old black coal range. In spite of all that, it was good to get away from those crowed conditions of the city and those hundred children our boys were spending so much time with. Our salary was cut in half and we had some hard years. We really loved the farm life, though and had so many dreams for this place. (Most of them have been carried out at this time – 1977.) By the next spring we had our bathroom in and a new sink in the kitchen and a water heater. It was wonderful. Then a little later we got the furnace, which really made things comfortable. The wind blew a great deal and in the winter we would get a good supply of pop-corn, make a fire in the fire place and enjoy ourselves. We loved being blown in and hated for them to plough us out. During some of these winter nights we did a lot of reading – either sitting on the couch by the fireside or seated around the table we read “Call of the Wild”, “The Black Stallion”, “The Black Stallion Returns”, “Smokey”, “The fields of Home”, and many others from our own library and the school library. How we enjoyed these precious times together. On 23 June 1949 Janeal was born. Although I loved our three boys with all my heart, I was very anxious for a little girl and when the Doctor said my new baby was a girl, I was very, very happy – almost hysterical with joy, in fact. We enjoyed her as much as I thought we would. It was so much fun dressing her in all the new clothes that had been given her. As she grew I made most of her dresses and little coats – even her bonnets. We wanted another baby so planned for it in spite of the fact that I had a tubal pregnancy the year before which resulted in a serious operation. Michael arrived safe and sound on 5 July 1954, after many months of my lying on the couch and the family doing the work. He was a wonderful baby and we have enjoyed him to the utmost. Although he wasn’t a sister for Janeal she enjoyed him more than anyone. During this time we were active in our church callings: Dick was Explorer Leader, President of the Mutual, Superintendent of the Sunday-school, Counselor in the Bishopric for nine years and on the South Bear River Stake High Council. I was Chorister in the M.I.A., Primary, Ward Chorister for 13 years, Singing Mother Chorister, Relief Society organist and Primary teacher. The boys grew to be fine workers, active in Scout Work, Church and School activities. Carl played basket ball all through High School and in his last year, when he was high point man and receiving honors on every side, he hurt his leg which resulted in an operation and the end of his basketball career. H was also Student Body President, sang solos in school and church and sang in the A Cappella Choir for three years. Then he went to the “Y” for a year before going into the National Guard for 6 months. When Carl finished the basic training we went out to Fort Ord, California, to visit him – Leanore, Dick and their family joined us. We had a wonderful trip, the first for me to California. We enjoyed seeing San Francisco and the Ocean, but the “Fields of Home” surely looked good to us when we returned. While in the Service Carl wrote home saying that as soon as he was twenty he wanted to go on a mission. He studied and practiced the language with Darwin Egley, a newly returned missionary, and after a very wonderful and spiritual farewell left for the Samoan Islands Mission, 12 September 1960. At this time we were very anxious to live in such a way that we would be worthy of our wonderful son so we very seriously analyzed our lives to see where our weaknesses were and put forth extra effort to improve ourselves, because of that and the spirit which comes into a home where there is a missionary in the field, our home and family life became more wonderful than ever. Carl worked hard, learned the language well and six months before his return he became second counselor to the Mission President. In one of his letters he said he was sitting on the hottest seat in the mission but in his new advancement he felt that the Heavenly Father must feel that he was doing hive very best. In April 1962, Douglas left for the L.T.M. in Provo, in preparation for his mission to Mexico. So for one year we had two missionaries in the field at once. President Deloris Stokes made the remark about having two sons on missions – “This is the high point in your lives”, and that’s the way we felt. We were so blessed, the wonderful spirit which Carl and Douglas radiated spread through our home and family. The Spanish language was hard at first for Douglas but soon he was blessed with the “Gift of Tongues” and the whole thing was opened up to him. He is still using the Spanish language - because of this knowledge he has been given special assignments to transact business in Mexico for his company. He became very close to the Mexican people, was Branch President for a while, baptized many and having many spiritual experiences in seeing the change which comes into their lives as they accept the Gospel. On 9 July 1961, the Bishopric asked me to be President of the Primary. Although I felt I was needed more in the music departments of the ward I accepted. It was very hard at first because I hadn’t held any leadership jobs, always working in the music. LaWana Roberts and Colleen Pali were my counselors and they were wonderful girls – giving me great support in everything we had to do. At first I would write down each thing we had to do or say to conduct a Primary and soon it became quite automatic, from arranging the chairs in each class room, conducting Primary, substituting as teachers, organist and Chorister. There were the special Sacrament meeting presentations, and special Sunday meetings held at the beginning of the new Primary year in September and we usually had the assignment of helping with games and booths at the annual Ward Bazaars. Janeal was a teacher in the Primary while I was President. She taught the Nursery for a while and then the Sunbeams. It was good to have her working with me. She was young in years but mature in her attitude. She served as Chorister in the Junior Sunday School at the same time. During this time my Father’s health began to fail. He had an operation a few years previous – taking much of the colon. The doctors reported that it was malignant but that they had tried to secure all the growth and if he lived for five years we could rest assured that it wouldn’t come back but we could see that he was not as well and vigorous as he had been. We hoped that he could talk in Douglas’ farewell as he had done in Carl’s but Gordon had to take his place. He continued to get worse, having to go to the hospital for many blood transfusions. The doctors reported to us that the cancer had made its way into his liver and he had about six months to live. In August 1963, he collapsed while eating breakfast. They took him to the hospital where he remained until his death, a month later – 13 September, 1963. In the meantime the shock of Dad’s illness had paralyzed Mother’s kidneys and she passed away August 30, 1963 – two weeks before Dad. It was a very sad time for our family although because of it we were drawn closer together, all taking turns in being with Dad and Mother, although Aunt Annie seldom left Mother’s side as she had done throughout all Mother’s illnesses. I was very thankful for Dick and our children at this time. They gave me so much comfort and support. Dick talked in Mother’s funeral and he did a wonderful job telling of all her abilities and accomplishments and talents which few knew or remembered because she had been in poor health so long. Carl talked in Dad’s funeral and said that he had always thought of his grandfather as an apostle. I am so thankful to have had such wonderful parents and the life they made possible for me. During this time Dick’s Mother’s health was failing fast. She was living with Alpha with a nurse caring for her. In July 1963, she came to stay with us for six months. I wrote the following in a letter to Douglas while on his mission: “I am doing more than I have ever done before but I am finding that I am able to it and that because of it I am developing in many different ways. I am making better use of my time, am learning to move a little faster, to plan my work and methods more efficiently. In some ways I am learning and developing just as you missionaries do when you go into the field but you are getting all this in your teens and early twenties and I am it in my late forties. I am thrilled with the events of my life right now. First, I am learning more about the Gospel than ever before because I am helping to teach it in connection with my calling as Primary President. I am serving my Civic duty by being president of the Elwood School P.T.A., I am helping the Harris family by taking care of Grandmother, I am helping a little financially by giving music lessons and every spare moment I have been painting the house on the outside and caring for my husband and children to the best of my ability. Dick’s Mother stayed with us until the first of January then after going back to Salt Lake she was placed in a nursing home close to Alpha and stayed there until her death 13 February 1965. Soon after this time Steven received his call to the Danish Mission and his Farewell was held June 27, 1965. He left for Denmark on July 5, 1965, and we saw him off on the airplane. It was hard to say good-by and still this is what we all wanted. By November we received a special letter from him which I will quote: “It’s great to be on a mission in Denmark. It’s great to be able to work for the Lord these few years and to help the church grow. I only can say the mission is helping me grow up like I should have long ago and making me realize what I really have.” He had many wonderful experiences as Carl and Douglas did. I would love to tell about some of these but neither time nor space will permit me. I am leaving them for our boys to write in their histories. After Carl’s return from his mission, he attended U.S.U. for the spring term, but by fall had decided to attend the University of Utah. Here he met Melanie Fox and they were married August 7, 1964, in the Salt Lake Temple by Melanie’s uncle. The minute we saw her we loved her. Heidi was born to them March 8, 1966. She was the one who made us grandparents and how we have enjoyed this special blessing. We cherish each and every grand-child. They all are different, but all very wonderful in their own right. On February 27, 1966, Dick became Bishop of the Elwood Ward with Willis Petersen and Frank Anderson as his counselors. This was the beginning of a new and busy life for us all. This was the beginning of many projects which continued until they were released six years later. In August 1966, Richard Largo, and Indian placement student, came to live with us. This was another great challenge. He was very intelligent and showed great; potential and some of the happiest times we had in our family life was when he was in harmony with us. We felt the first year was fairly successful but when he came back the second year he had a different attitude. His people, who were not church members, had made it hard for him to live as an L.D.S. member should. It seemed they had made fun of the Word of Wisdom and didn’t see that he got to church, so we had more problems the second year. Still, there were many happy and satisfying times. The third year he came back he had formed the habit of sniffing glue, gasoline – anything he could find and he was very indifferent to the whole program, so the Indian Placement Advisor put him in a home in Logan. He kept in touch with Janeal and Tony, Steven and Kris, who were living in Logan and he spent part of the Christmas Holidays with us and wanted to know if he could go camping with us when we went. Years later we received a letter saying that he was in the Army to learn a career, was married and had a little boy. He, also stated, that he had seen the good life while living with us and knew that if he had stayed he could have gone on a mission as Michael had done. While he was with us, and when he was having a hard time adjusting to the Church standards, we would tell him that if he could just hold on we would see that he participated in the Indian education program at the “Y”, after graduating from high school, and go on a mission – probably to his own people. I regret that this didn’t take place. I feel that if he hadn’t gone home in the summers he would have made it. I can see how that I expected too much of him – expecting him to act like our own children, which was very difficult for him, having had a different back-ground. After Douglas came home from his mission he went to School at U.S.U. He secured various jobs at School to help finance his schooling. In one of these jobs he worked with Dr. Woodward, where he learned about Plant Breeding. In the meantime, through Carl and Melanie, he met Judy Gunderson, another wonderful girl from Salt Lake City. She was special to Douglas from he first date as we could tell when he came home whistleling. Through his training with Dr. Woodward he secured work in North Dakota, so after their marriage in the Salt Lake Temple, on March 18, 1966, by Elder Thomas S. Monson, they left for their new home. The next summer we were able to visit them and came back by the way of Canada and Glacier National Park. Their work took them to Yuma, Arizona the next year where Todd, our second grand-child was born. Now we had a grand-daughter and grand-son to “brag” about. In July 1966, I was released from the Primary and the next year was the leader in the Special Interest Class in M.I.A. I wasn’t very happy about this calling until I read the manual for the class. Immediately I became excited about the challenge because of the suggestions for study and different activities. Brother and Sister Bucahan were Co-Presidents of the class and they were as excited as I was. The Improvement Era was our course of study and we had a wonderful year. In January 1967, they called me to be the Merrie-Miss teacher in Primary. I had always wanted to teach a girl’s class since my Student Teaching in College and so I enjoyed that program very much, but I was not able to continue a second year because on May 14th of that year I was called to be the Second Counselor to Marjorie Oyler in the Stake Primary Presidency. I felt the great responsibility of this calling because I was in charge of the Guide Patrol and Cub Scout Programs. At that time there were few wards that chose to promote the Cub Scouts. Soon it was made known to us that it wasn’t a matter of choice. It was a permanent part of the church as Primary, Sunday-School, Guide Patrol, and the rest of the Scout Program. I encouraged the Round Table Meeting for the Cub Scout Leaders once a month. Up until that time they had let that phase pass by the board. I met with the District Scout Man and we made plans for a successful Round Table and carried them out. Soon we were experiencing successful attendance in spite of the fact that I used to spend tow weeks preparing for the Cub Scout Meeting and the other two weeks on the monthly Preparation Meeting. I worked hard, learned much, did a lot of fasting and praying and really enjoyed the work. Marjorie was released after two and a half years, then Barbara Poulson went from 1st Counselor to President and I became 1st Counselor and Marianne Simmons the Second Counselor. Ina Fuller was the secretary. We all became very close and I was sorry to have to resign 13 January 1972, because of a bleeding ulcer for which I was operated on during that same month. By the time I had finished all the wards but two were enjoying the Cub Scouts program and soon the rest joined. For my efforts they gave me a plaque bearing the title of an “Honorary Den Mother” but I received much more than that; Many blessings, a testimony that our Leaders are inspired who make these programs and make it ;possible for our boys and parents to participate in them. I came to know the great importance of this work as I visited the different Pack Meetings and saw the boys and their families learning and doing. After Steven returned from his mission he went back to his studies at the U.S.U. the Winter Quarter and majored in Music. We were able to attend the different concerts he was in and enjoyed them each Quarter. He renewed his friendship with Kris Kimball and by the end of school they were engaged. She graduated that spring (1968) with honors. I think Steven had loved Kris from the time she was a young girl, coming to Elwood each summer to visit her Grandparents, Amos and Eva Hansen. They were married in the Logan Temple on September 12, 1968, and made their home in Logan where Steven continued his schooling. Through the years, while the boys were going on missions, Janeal was growing into a beautiful girl. She took flute and piano lessons, played in the band and was Drum Majorette her senior year. She, also, was learning to cook and sew. She made some attractive clothes; a black dress and white coat were my favorites. She learned to decorate cakes and for her wedding present to Steven and Kris, she made and decorated a beautiful cake for them. She used to do a lot of baby sitting and for two summers worked in the clothing factory in Brigham. She attended the U.S.U. for one year and two quarters, then on Valentine’s Day she became engaged to Tony Aaron (Alton Eugene Aaron) and they were married June 10, 1969. They were married in the Logan Temple and she wore my wedding dress which thrilled both of us. She looked beautiful in it. They lived in Pole Creek, Nevada the first summer and then went back to Logan where Tony continued his education. They lived next door to Steven and Kris and became very close. While Janeal and Tony were living in Pole Creek we went to visit them on July 4, and while there I caught the end of my finger in our car door and cut it off. We drove into Twin Falls to the hospital which took about three hours, where the doctor cared for it and gave me a shot to deaden the pain until we could get back to our doctor in Tremonton. I couldn’t rest until I had assured Janeal that everything was alright so we drove back there first. Everything went alright until we had left their place and had gone about 40 miles and by then the pain killer had ceased to help and the finger was really throbbing. We still had many hours to travel so when we got to the little chapel where they went to church, Dick stopped and administered to me. (He had the oil in his brief case which he always carries with him) We were surely blessed because the pain eased and I was able to sleep and Dick had no difficulty in driving home. Besides our testimonies being strengthened, this accident makes me appreciate each and every part of my body as never before. As we walked out of the Doctor’s office, I looked back at the end of my finger laying on his table and hated to leave it there but gave thanks that it wasn’t any more of my body that that. I thought of my folks who had made my life possible and hoped they could know of my gratefulness and appreciation to them. On July 24, 1970, Dick retired from the Soil Conservation Service, after working 32 years for the government. The first thing we did was to board a plane for Hawaii to visit Carl, Melanie and children who were living there at that time. I had never dreamed of having such an experience. We loved every minute of our trip – it was enjoyable beyond words. Carl made a book for us giving the details of those wonderful ten days so I won’t go into detail here. I will store the book of our work at Petersen Park, which he also compiled, and the one on Hawaii, along with our Books of Remembrance. In September I flew to Lamesa, Texas to help Douglas and Judy when Neal was born. Then the last of November I took another plane ride to Pennsylvania to help when Gerard was born. So, that was three plane rides in one year. I enjoyed each one and am convinced it is the “only” way to travel. In May of 1973 we flew to Germany and spent three weeks there with Steven, Kris, Kayla and Addie. They had a wonderful Camping Trip planned for us and we felt we were living in a Fairyland with all the castles, rugged Alps, Sound of Music Country. Kris, also, made a Scrap Book for us, describing our trip in words and pictures. This will be with our other books of Trips and Books of Remembrance. I am so thankful to our children for making all these trips possible, especially in the time of our lives that we can enjoy them together. We have also flown to North Dakota to help when little Glen was born and to Denver for Thanksgiving in 1976. Thanks to Douglas – the plane ride made it possible to be with our children on Thanksgiving and return for Stake Conference that afternoon. Little Glen was Douglas and Judy’s firth son. Everything seemed fine until the day they were to bring him home from the hospital and they noticed an irregularity in his heart-beat. Dad and Douglas gave him a special blessing along with his name. They were able to bring him home the next day but it was made known to them that he had a heart problem. The Doctors said he may grow out of it but he would need special check-ups often. Although he gained and in many ways seemed normal they could tell the problem was still there so they made an appointment with heart specialist at the Mayo Clinic. The day before they were to leave he suffered a series of convulsions. They left immediately for the clinic. The only hope the Doctors could give them was for an operation to take place to correct the heart condition. He lived through the operation but they couldn’t get the little heart to function again. It was a sad occasion for all of us – we had such hopes that he could be made well again. They chose to bury him in the Elwood Cemetery which started great activity down there; grass being planted and an allover face lifting, and this is only the beginning – now, with these improvements, others are interested in buying lots there. On the 23rd of February 1973, Dick was made the First Counselor in the Stake Presidency, to President Gerald Simmons. Ward Taylor was called as the Second Counselor. I felt that this was the greatest calling that Dick had ever received and I felt the great responsibility of it. I, Also, had a great spiritual thrill as we met with Elder Marvin J. Ashton and he visited with us about this new calling. I vowed that I would give Dick all the support I could ;possibly could give and that I would try to live to be worthy of this great blessing and opportunity. I was so proud of Dick that out of all the many men who were interviewed he had been worthy to be called to this position. We have had so many opportunities to meet and mingle with the Lords’ chosen and I am so thankful for these great blessings. President Simmons made the remark in the meeting with Elder Ashton that he knew of the goodness and worth of our children and because of them he knew that Dick would do a wonderful work in this calling. At this time I want to express to our children our love for them. We feel that our Heavenly Father chose his choicest spirits to send to us. They all have chosen to listen to council from us as parents, from teachers in the organizations, Seminary and the Institute leaders, and strive to obey all of God’s commandments. When I speak of our children I am speaking of Carl and Melanie, Douglas and Judy, Steven and Kris, Tony and Janeal, and Michael and Sydna. As I have gone through the material to prepare this book I have found letters, cards, books, poems, and many other things which show of their love and appreciation for us. These expressions are written so beautifully – I want to hold them close to my heart and try to let them know what all of these things mean to us. No parents on earth could be so richly blessed. Now that Dick was in the Stake Presidency we knew we have to take our turn in having the visiting authorities in our home. There was to be a conference in September. It was to be President Christiansen and they spoke as if he would spend the night in our home along with his wife. Now, in 1970, Dick had started to remodel our home. He had taken out the wall between the kitchen and back porch and made a kitchen out of the porch. In 1972, he had built my cupboards while I was in the hospital for the operation on my stomach, but with the plan for a visitor in September we had much finishing work to complete. The minute we returned from Germany in June we started to prepare. By September we had completed our plans which were as follows: painting doors, new wall paper, install the "Barnwood" paneling, carpeting through the house, new light fixtures, new bathroom (walls, washbasin, shower curtain and towel racks) new drapes in the front room and bedroom,, new light fixtures in the kitchen, bathroom, family room and front room, and stucco the ceiling in the bedroom. We had this all done except the drapes, by the time Michaelwent on his mission, the last of August. So he was able to enjoy the luxuries for a few days before he left. Michael’s call was to the London East Mission – I had always hoped that one of our sons would be called to England. Michael’s farewell was a success, many relatives and friends attended. Janeal played a piano solo and Tony gave a very fine talk. Michael’s quartet sang and we were so proud of the way he was able to express himself. He had taken a number of Institute classes at the U.S.U. Institute of Religion that year and had been in the presidency of the Branch Sunday School. He had also been leader of their family organization in the Branch, and home teacher both in our ward and in the Student Branch. He had gained knowledge and experience and was ready and willing to go on a mission. When he received his endowments in June, Douglas and Judy were here and were able to accompany us to the Logan Temple. Then Melanie had come to Salt Lake from Hawaii with Aaron who was just a month old and she was here for the Farewell and sang a solo and was with us when President Simmons set him apart for his Mission. Our family was so scattered at that time so when any one of them could be with us on these special occasions we were thrilled and thankful. (Carl and Melanie were living in Hawaii, Douglas and Judy in North Dakota, Steven and Kris in Germany, Janeal and Tony in Wyoming, and the next week Michael went to England for two years.) The week before Michael left for his mission we took some time to enjoy the Unitas. It felt so good to relax for a few hours in our favorite area – the fragrance of the pine trees, the waterfalls, lakes and flowers never looked more beautiful. We also took this time to look long and hard at our youngest son before he departed from us. Michael enjoyed his stay in the mission home and had such a good attitude about leaving that it made it easier for us to see him go. He said he didn’t cry until he reached Chicago. Many things were hard for him because of his “fear of man” as he called it, but he became very close to his Heavenly Father and his thoughts were deep and spiritual and his testimony grew as he studied, prayed and worked with the President, his companions, the English people and the many authorities who continued to hold conferences and interviews with them. He loved England just as his brother loved the countries where they served on their missions. Each one of our sons, including Tony, came back from their missions with so much knowledge of the scriptures, with high goals to follow for the rest of their lives and they are following these goals and their wives are supporting and helping them constantly. As soon as Michael returned from his mission he started working for Jon Thompson in the Construction Business. He, also, joined the “Sounds of Zion”. (This is a singing group made up of returned missionaries and girls from the L.D.S. Institute.) After a few months he became acquainted with this very special girl. He spoke of her beauty and exceptional talents. Her name was Sydna Bindrup. The “Sounds” made a trip to California and Michael and Sydna became very close and on the Memorial Day weekend, while attending our Family Reunion in the beautiful mountains near Encampment, Wyoming, they became engaged and were married August 20, 1975. Everyone in our Family were here for the wedding except Douglas, whose work took him away, but Judy and the children drove from Denver by themselves. We had two tents on the back lawn and Dick and I stayed two nights with Valene and Eyre which gave our children a little more room. Michael and Sydna live in Tremonton at this time (1977) so we get to see them once or twice a week. All of our children have regular challenges but they seem to be meeting them very well. As we visit their homes, we feel the love and the beautiful spirit of the Gospel as they strive to live the commandments, hold their Family Home Evenings, striving to carry out their callings in the church and making a living. They are a wonderful example to all to follow, even their parents.

Meeting My Eternal Companion, by Richard Carl Harris

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The Winter Quarter of my Senior Year at Utah State University I attended a Girl’s Day Dance and we exchanged many of our dances. One fellow I danced with had a beautiful base voice and sang in my ear as we danced. He made quite an impression on me and I found myself looking for him on the campus. When I asked him what his name was he said that his friends called him “Dick” and when I told him my name he called me “Gretchen”. He was studying German at the time and he had learned that Gretchen was a "pet name" for Margaret in that language. Sort of like "Dick" for "Richard". Our friendship grew – everything he said or did pleased me. We had long wonderful talks and went to a number of dances together. Even walking through the Logan cemetery was enjoyable with him. I wrote to the folks describing him as the “most refined man I had ever met”. I was living at the Home Economics’ Training Cottage at the time and he had to pass the cottage to go to school and I would watch out the windows to see him pass by. He had a Model A Ford car and I dearly loved it. When he would pass by in that my heart would really pound. The day before graduation on June 6th, at Friendship Park, up Black Smith Fork Canyon, at about 11:00 a.m. he proposed to me. I accepted without any hesitation, because I had known for some time he was all I desired in the man I would marry. The next day we graduated and it was another wonderful day. The folks were there and I never will forget the way they looked as I walked up the steps after receiving my diploma. Dad looked as if he would cry. It was good to be home again after all that hard work and for the next 18 months I spent my time getting my trousseau ready, writing letters, and helping at home. I didn’t think it was possible to be so happy. When I think back, it must have been a hard time for the folks but I enjoyed every minute of it. I also had my appendices out during this time. We were married in the Logan Temple on the 267th of September 1939, by Joseph Quinney. Dad and Aunt Kate, taking the place of my mother, Dick’s mother and Aunt Oridine accompanied us. I had a beautiful satin dress with lace around the neck and 22 buttons up the back which caused Aunt Kate some concern because the loop-holes were a little small for the buttons and it took extra time to get all those buttons taken care of. Other than that everything was very beautiful – I felt as if I was in heaven. I was so happy except for the fact that thoughts of Mother not being able to be there with us and thinking of all she had done in preparation of my trousseau, clothes, temple clothing – more things that I could ever mention. Because of this, in the early meeting I lost control and began to cry and couldn’t get stopped. Aunt Kate and I sat in the back of the building and Dick and Dad were on the front row so they didn’t see me crying. I was so afraid he would see me and think my tears were because I didn’t want to marry him. I had gained control by the time we met again so everything was alright. From the time I entered the temple I experienced a very special feeling and I gave thanks to my Heavenly Father and to my parents for making this day possible for us. The officiators treated me as if I was a queen and each time I would look at Dick as we went through the different rooms I thought my heart would burst with love for him. The wedding ceremony gave us the knowledge that it was inspired of God, that it was a Holy Ordinance and truly there were angels present – what a perfect way to start a life together – we knew that our marriage had been made in Heaven. Addition by Steven Harris My father's love for his Gretchen was apparent in everything he did. After his retirement he remodeled our home, adding rooms and extra space for his family. One could see that almost everything he did was made for his wife's grandchildren. The home was renamed the "Kinder lodge" in a tribute to my Mother's love for her children and her grandchildren. The remodeling started in the main floor kitchen. As he built the cupboards there was one door that he carved into the back, "For My Beloved Gretchen". When the house was sold, after Mother had passed away, my youngest brother Michael, removed the door and saved it.

MY WEDDING DAY – SEPTEMBER 12, 1968

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THE WEDDING DAY – SEPTEMBER 12, 1968 It was a beautiful warm sunny day in September, with beautiful flowers adorning the Logan temple grounds. The dream of my life, to marry Kris, was going to happen. Kris insisted that I drive with her that morning, afraid that one of us would get into a wreck and die. At 5:00 AM the Kimball's, Adrus Hansen Kimball, Raymond Alonzo Kimball and Kris, came to my home and picked me up. I was leaving my childhood home for the last time, even though I had served a mission in Denmark for 2 1/2 years and was going to college and living in Logan at the time. Nevertheless, by the evening of the 12th my home would be with Kris, never to be parted again. When we arrived at the temple we started the procedures of getting the “Paper Work” checked and processed by the temple recorder. The marriage licenses was given to the temple, along with a family group sheet. Then we were to pick up clothing. Kris’s father would cringe each time the cash register would ring up; “Cha-ching, Cha-ching” it would sound. He felt that he should offer to buy the temple a silent cash register. I actually believe that he did write a nice letter to the church suggesting that a different register would add to the reverence of the temple. This was Kris’s first visit to the temple, other than the times she performed baptisms for the dead. She had not been previously endowed and so this was her big day in more than one way. I had been endowed in 1965 and then had attended the temple often while the summer of 1968 was waning away. In fact, I had become a veil worker with the desire to take Kris through the veil without any coaching. We started that day by attending a chapel session. This was not always done but that is where it started for us. Kris’s father was asked, by the temple president, to make a few remarks. He stated that it had been 25 years since he first attended the temple for his own wedding, (30 September 1943). At that time he was in his Navy uniform, since it was during the War years. He then shared the experiences of 1943 compared with the impressions that he felt on our wedding day, 12 September 1968. Being able to make those comments made the day even more special for my mother and father-in-law and for Kristine. Throughout the endowment session I kept looking at Kris, wondering what she was thinking. I couldn’t help but remember my first time through the temple and some of my thoughts. We eventually concluded the session and as mentioned, I was able to take her through the veil of the temple. President Raymond, president of the Logan Temple, performed the marriage covenant and sealing. I felt the spirit of the Lord present and I knew that what I was doing was in accordance with His will and His wishes. How I wished that I would have recorded my feelings of the moment, but I failed to do so. The best that I can give you are my memories. I do remember that it was a perfect day for me. After we were married we met back to the Elwood Ward building where we ate a good lunch. My Father stood up during the dinner and expressed his feelings, and then invited others to do the same. Before we had finished, we had held our own private testimony meeting, with almost everyone in attendance participating. Since we were not having a reception we were then able to use our wedding cake for dessert. Janeal had made the beautiful wedding cake and we enjoyed cutting and serving it to the wedding party. Janeal, in her efforts to get everything ready, had ran home to pick up something and had found that Carl and Melanie had sent some Hawaiian Leis from Hawaii. They were on the steps of the home. She had brought them back and so Kris and I wore these most beautiful arrangements of flowers. Kris was the most beautiful woman that I had ever seen. And besides her beauty, the effort of our parents made the day the special one that it was. I appreciate the efforts and sacrifice they went through so that our marriage day would be one to remember. The entire day was a spiritual experience.

A Glimse at the Eternal Family - By Steven Harris

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Written on the 12th of November 1977, by Steven Leslie Harris. These were the feeling and thought that I had after visiting with my older brother, Douglas Edward Harris. “Tonight I’ve had a wonderful spiritual experience. We, the entire family (Kris and the children) went out to see Douglas and Judy in Broomfield. While we were there Douglas and I had a wonderful experience together. We were talking about the Harris Family Organization and how it was a part of the plan of our Heavenly Father’s. As we talked, my mind, along with that of my brother’s, opened up to what this family organization could accomplish. Douglas talked to me about how our hearts were softened towards each other, where total love and acceptance could prevail. That through this love we would conquer the problems we might all come up against. Douglas talked as though he were receiving revelation. Tears came to my eyes and a wonderful spirit filled my heart and soul. We talked about being able to see the vision and realizing what it should be. I was able to see my Father as a patriarch, like the scriptures describe. I had such a desire to be in counsel with my Father in a priesthood interview, having him, along with myself, set goals for me and hold me accountable for my actions. I wanted to be blessed by him as Nephi must have been by Lehi, and Joseph by Israel, and other spiritual men by their fathers. I listened to Douglas as he spoke of Carl and Melanie and their family, and my heart was filled with a spirit of love and devotion towards them. We talked of Michael and Sydna and their marriage and how far they had come since our first reunion in Worland, Wyoming. We talked of the growing love shown us by Tony and Janeal and their family. We talked of the enemy, the adversary, and how he is out to destroy us, to murder our spirits and bring us down to a spiritual death. Douglas and I agreed that we must rely on each other more, that when we felt in trouble in any spiritual way we should and would contact each other for guidance and strength. We decided that we will weather the storm and that we will succeed. We realize that we have a fight before us, but we will strive to brace each other in our goals. I wish to say at this time that I believe with all of my heart that we are embarking upon a spiritual doorway to eternal life with the Harris Family Organization. We must succeed! There are thousands of souls that will be affected by what we do now. We are the leaders of this generation and we cannot shrug the responsibilities any longer. We must overcome our weaknesses and we must accomplish our goals. That we might truly be an eternal family, with an assurance of living with our Heavenly Father, I pray in the name of Jesus Christ, Amen.”

Memories of my home

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Written by Steven Leslie Harris I think the things I remember most during those first years of my life were the times when the entire family was working or having fun together, free of teasing or conflict. For example, remember the winters when the snow would come down hard and heavy and the wind would blow, leaving us snowed bound. This was the time for a lot of play and fun out doors in the weather. The snow was so high on the roads, those running east and west, that the snow plow couldn't get through without hours of work. After it did the snow would blow right over the road again. This must have been frustrating for the County Road Department. We all loved those times because we where at the height of an adventure. It seemed that the only way of traveling up and down our lane was on a horse. Our home was located on the floor of an ancient lake bed, leaving the entire valley flat as a table. The north wind would blow with surprisingly strength and there was nothing to divert the blowing snow. Along the fences, where the weeds from summer had grown, the snow drifted high and solid. Therefore, the closure of the roads. I remember once our neighbor driving a Caterpillar down the road, trying to break up the drifts so that he could get his truck through the drifts. Rather than breaking up the snow drifts his Caterpillar just road on top of the frozen snow drift. The snow drifts were as solid as drifting sand. Christmases were always a wonderful time. I am sure that every child would say the same. In my mind nobody on this earth could make an atmosphere like my Dad could. He would set up everything so perfectly and wouldn't forget a thing. The fireplace would be blazing and the Christmas tree lights on, and a few candles lighted. That was all, and the Christmas toys would sparkle in with the reflection of the Christmas Tree Lights. This was when we would have soda pop and it was always so special. (I can't remember having the soda pop except at Christmas and special Ward Fairs.) We had every kind of nut and a large box of oranges. We would sing all of the Christmas carols, starting a week before Christmas and singing a few each evening. I hope my children can remember special moments like these. I also hope I have been able to set an atmosphere like my Father was able to. I have tried but I must say that my father was the expert. I remember that during the summer months we would have a picnics out in the pasture. It seemed that these activities included a work day where we seemed to have cleaned yards or pruned the trees. It was started with Dad starting a fire, using the limbs and branches as the fuel. Mother would bring out some hotdogs and set things up on a table or just spread things out on a blanket. It is always fun to cook food over a fire and the taste seems special for some reason. We would hear Dad's funny stories of his childhood, relating stories about his brother Paul, who seemed to be accident prone and had the scars or missing fingers to show for his actions. What ever the story was it always seemed to get everyone laughing. One special memory that stands out in my mind was staring up into the dark sky and looking at the Milky Way. I asked Dad if he thought that there was any other planet in the heavens with people on it. He took this opportunity to tell us of the plan of salvation and that there were many planets like our Earth with people on them. The thought of such things have given me years of pondering. Moses 1:37-39 "And the Lord God spake unto Moses, saying: The heavens, they are many, and they cannot be numbered unto man; but they are numbered unto me, for they are mine. 38 And as one earth shall pass away, and the heavens thereof even so shall another come; and there is no end to my works, neither to my words. 39 For behold, this is my work and my glory - to bring to ;pass the immortality and eternal life of man." The piano was always in the middle of our family. Because of my parent's love for music it was assumed that the family would all take part. Mother wanted us all to learn to play the piano but Carl and Janeal were the only ones to excel. That didn’t mean that the rest of us did not like music, only that we couldn’t play the piano. We all sang and I played the trombone and eventually received my college degree as a music teacher. One evening the family was rehearsing a song that we were going to sing in a Sacrament meeting. Mother was at the piano, Carl and Dad were singing Bass, Douglas was singing something or other and Dad wanted me to sing the melody. I insisted that I couldn’t sing that high and that I needed to sing bass. (I was about 8 or 9 at the time) Dad soon lost his patience after trying to convince me to sing the melody and in a flash I was draped over his knee and he gave me about five good swats on my back side. My heart was broken; I had been spanked in front of the entire family. I broke down and cried, not because it hurt, which it did, but because I was embarrassed. For some reason, Douglas also started to cry and then I believe Janeal followed. All of these intruders, on my suffering, were making Dad more exasperated. I was afraid that I would get another licking if this continued. Dad’s famous words are instilled upon my mind, “Stop crying or I’ll give you something to cry about!” Have you ever intellectually known something to be right but the body would not respond? That evening, at that moment, my sobs kept coming even though I had been told to stop. Dad then told Douglas and me to go outside and run around the house until we stopped crying. We ran, and then ran some more, until the cold air of the evening had dried our tears and calmed our troubled hearts. I then came in, stood next to Dad and sang soprano, the melody. Had I only known that I would marry into a family of altos and that no one would in the Kimball home would stoop so low as to sing the melody, I would have been more cooperative that evening, so long ago. I guess the thing that I would want my family to know is that even though my voice fits best in the bass cleft, I am still trying to sing soprano. One difficult evening should not take away from the great efforts of my parents to make our home a happy place. Every child needs a time for their development and it is best to be able to do that under the loving care of righteous parents. The memories that stand out the most are those times mentioned above when life was simple and happy thoughts of the family working and playing together.

A BRIEF HISTORY AND TESTIMONY OF RICHARD CARL HARRIS, 13TH CHILD OF LOUIS WILLIE HARRIS AND JESSIE SOPHIA ROLLINS HARRIS

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Prepared March 30, 1993 I am the son of an emigrant. My father was born in England in 1861 and was brought by his mother to the United States of America in 1870. My mother's father was born in Nauvoo, Illinois, during the Mormon Movement to the Utah Territory. Mother was born in the village of Paradise, a few miles south of Logan, Utah. At 2 years of age she, with her family, moved by Ox-team to Sevier County, Utah, where she was raised. My father was 16 years old when Brigham Young died in 1877. Although there is no record, I believe my father must have seen and heard President Brigham Young on a number of occasions as the President passed through the pioneer settlement of Beaver, Utah, where father lived. Father moved his family to the Salt Lake Valley before my birth. Joseph F. Smith was the 6th President of the restored Church of Jesus Christ when I was born in 1914. It is noteworthy that in 1914, the great 1st World War was started. I was the 13th child born to my father and mother. My father died in 1925 when I was 11 years old. My mother never remarried, although she lived to be 90 years old. I remember attending General Conference many times in the Salt Lake tabernacle and hearing all of the last 7 prophets speak beginning with President Heber J. Grant. He was noted for speaking on the Word of Wisdom. In 1929, when the great depression started I was 15 years old. Mother's income was $32.00 per month. The source of her income was rent from the building constructed by my father and used by him until his death, as a Country General Mercantile Store. I spent many happy days as a child playing in the back store-room on the big piles of baled hay, grain and other good. From my mother's meager income, she faithfully paid $3.20 tithing each month. I never remember going hungry or feeling deprived during those depression years but our menu was often very simple. I have worked to earn an income ever since I was old enough to push a boy-powered lawn mover at 25 cents per lawn. In 1934 I entered the Utah State Agricultural College, (now Utah State University) at Logan, Utah. As an adult I have never had to hunt for a job or been out of work. As a Soil and Water Conservationist, I have worked with farmers and ranchers in the great out-of-doors which I love. My life has been productive, exciting and beautiful. I have always been active in the Church. As a child, I was always in the Church meetings and I remember sitting on the front bench squirming through Sacrament Meeting with my little friend and being tapped on the shoulder by a grouchy old man behind me and told to keep quiet so he could hear. I was baptized in the Salt Lake Tabernacle font and received the Aaronic Priesthood and its offices at the proper ages. It was while I was attending college that I was given the Melchizedek Priesthood and ordained an Elder. Finding and marrying my sweetheart, Margaret Crowther, whom I have always lovingly called "Gretchen", was by far the single most important event in my life with the possible exception of my birth. I am eternally grateful to my beloved Mother and my sweetheart Margaret who have put so much beauty and meaning into my life. Margaret and I were married in the Logan Temple 53 years ago last September 26th. Our 4 sons and 1 daughter have blessed our lives by their steadfastness in keeping the commandments and serving God. Their marriages have all be in the temple. We are blessed by a goodly number of grandchildren. (34) We are honored to have 6 grandsons who have or are serving missions and another one who will enter the MTC in April. Each of our 4 sons and our son-n-law have fulfilled missions and our oldest son has returned to his mission to serve as mission president for three years. (1981-1984) I have always considered myself to be one of the meek and lowly of our Father's children and yet he has blessed me, my sweetheart and our children with continued opportunities to serve in his kingdom in many different callings - some with awesome responsibilities. In so doing he has blessed us to labor among some of the great and noble of his kingdom. I have served many years in the Scouting Program. It has been my blessing to be Bishop two times, first in the Millville Ward, near Logan, Utah, and later as Bishop of the Elwood Ward where we now live. Next I was made First Councilor in the Tremonton Utah Stake Presidency. After serving there for 6 years, the Stake was divided and I was ordained Stake Patriarch in the Tremonton Utah South Stake. While Stake Patriarch, I served as a Temple Ordinance Worker in the Logan Temple. (16 months) The release from that calling was necessary when Margaret and I responded to a mission call to serve in the Los Angeles Temple Visitor's Center. We had many beautiful experiences in that hallowed spot but the mission was shortened due to my failing health. Upon returning home I have been able to return to my Stake Patriarch work and serve again as a Home Teacher. I know that God our Heavenly Father and our Savior Jesus Christ live. They know each of us individually and want us to find true happiness. I know that the Gospel of Jesus Christ, in its fullness, and his true church, the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints, has once again been restored to the earth in our day and is the only means by which we may know our Father's beautiful Plan of Salvation. We have the God-given gift of Free Agency and I know that he expects each of us to use this freedom to make the righteous choices which, when coupled with repentance and the atoning sacrifice of Jesus Christ, will make it possible to live in his presence in the eternities ahead. I know that Salvation is an individual responsibility, but each of us are helped in our quest for Eternal Life by those who lift and encourage us along the way. This wonderful Family Reunion has been a strengthening influence to me as I have read the accounts of our noble ancestors and become better acquainted with you from whom we have been separated these many years. I marvel at the goodness of the rising generation and all who make up the posterity of my Father and Mother. All of us have characteristics similar to those of our noble ancestors. It is my prayer that we may all be motivated and blessed to live our lives in such a way that we will reflect the beautiful virtues that were demonstrated by them. I offer this condensed history, my testimony and my prayer in the name of our Lord and Savior Jesus Christ. Amen Richard C. Harris My Father passed away on 17 April 2000. He was almost 85 years old at his passing. My Mother preceded him and her passing was 8 June 1998. My father's outward admiration and love for his wife and eternal sweetheart was abundantly apparent. He failed to mention the rebuilding of our home in Elwood - a remodeling job that will never be surpassed. He dedicated it to his "Gretchen" whom he loved with all of his heart. He built it so that she would have space for her grandchildren. He named it "The Kinder Lodge". My brother Douglas E. Harris dedicated it after it was completed.

"World War II had ended" Feelings expressed by Margaret Crowther Harris

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A letter from Margaret Crowther Harris to her parents, Edward Crowther and Estella Evans Crowther, dated August 21, 1945. In this letter she expresses her emotions over the announcement that World War II had ended. Germany had surrendered on May 5th, 1945 and Japan surrendered on September 2nd, 1945. The announcement to the public that Japan had surrendered actually came out two weeks prior which would have made the date a couple of days before this letter was written. I am so thankful to have found it. What expressions of gratitude are conveyed to our Heavenly Father. Millville, Utah August 21, 1945 Dear Folks, Have you ever known of a time when emotions have been so mixed up – I mean in our family since the war started? From the time we knew that Gordon was going into the service and each letter we received from him, then when he was going overseas and Neal coming home from his mission. Then Berthel leaving and Neal once again leaving, both in the service, and on and on. Each letter we received from each one, the furloughs we planned and those which didn’t come about after all – the time when Berthel came home to get married – so happy to see him and still sad about losing him, so to speak, and all through that, worrying and feeling terrible about Neal going overseas. Then the brothers coming home just at the time the war ended – such a surprise ending when we thought we had at least a year or two of it left. Each morning as I would wake the first thing I would think of is the “War is Over” then it would be saddened by the thoughts that Grandma (Margaret Evans) wasn’t here to know and to share our relief and happiness and also I would think of the episode at the mill. (No knowledge of this) There are a million other incidents I think of that have kept us happy and then sad throughout these war years but it would take too long to list them all. I sincerely hope that soon all the brothers will be able to come home to stay and that our lives will be peaceful and normal again. In spite of everything we did enjoy our victory holiday. All that day I kept the radio on and by 5:00 PM my nerves were worn to a frazil. But I soon got feeling OK when I knew it had really come at last. Dick came soon after and he said, “Let’s go into town (Logan) and see what they are doing.” Everyone was yelling, honking horns, throwing paper around and waving flags. After we had watched for a while we went to a show, “Nob Hill”, which was very good. When we came out the town was packed and there was so much noise we couldn’t even talk to each other. There were some Mexican dancing on the street and crowds of people standing around watching them and clapping for them. About 10:00 PM the children were quite tired so we went home but they said they closed of a part of Main Street and danced until 1:00 AM. The next morning we fixed a lunch and went up Logan Canyon and took a hike around Crimson Trail – you remember the trail we went around when I was a beehive girl. We started about 10:30 AM and didn’t get back until 5:00 PM that afternoon. I will never forget that day – the weather was perfect, the smell of pines and looking down over Logan Canyon gave me a thrill I’ll never forget. It was all made more wonderful because the war was over and the knowledge that my brothers and all the other boys would now live to enjoy the beautiful canyons, mountain streams and everything as we were doing that day. Up there that day I offered prayer after prayer of thankfulness to our Heavenly Father that Neal, Gordon and Berthel had been protected and that the war was over!! The next day we went to the horse pulling contest and then that night the Rodeo. It was all so exciting I hardly knew what to do with myself. Then on Saturday afternoon we went to Salt Lake. Dick wanted to see his mother before she went to California for two months. We went to Liberty Park, saw Alpha’s new home, and visited with Dick’s Aunt Oradine and his Uncle Leslie. Then on the way out we stopped at a Chinese restaurant and had some Chow Mein which was very good and very different. We got home that night at 12:00 AM. Looking back over the week, it started with Berthel’s and June’s visit. I decided tit was about the most exciting week I had ever spent. (She then addresses her brother Neal) Now, Neal, after the bishop had made plans for your coming the Stake Presidency decided to pay us a visit next Sunday, the first time in about two years, so you will not have to speak to us after all, but we want you to come over anyway and visit us – in fact we would like you all to come if that is possible. If not bring as many as possible. We are expecting you and looking forward to another visit from you. We are in need of some ------wheat flour – if you could please bring some when you come. Have you heard from Gordon lately? Hoping you, Mother and Dad, are feeling much better by now. I will close. Love, Margaret

Edward and Estella Crowther Home and Chicken Coop

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Edward and Estella started out their married life renting a two-story building, on the east side of Malad, Idaho. The location is close to where Jared (Grandson) and Ronda Crowther live today. A little later they moved into the west apartment of Estella's childhood home - the Evans home. (Until 2002 that home stood right next door to the home that Edward and Stella built.) Not tool long after their third child Gordon was born in his maternal grandparents' home, Edward bought his father-in-law's pasture next door and had a new brick home built. Their telephone number was 255. In this home Estella always sang as she rocked babies to sleep - songs such as "Little Purple Pansies," "Come Away With Me, Lucille," "Piggy Wig and Piggy Wee," and "Old Mother Hen." She had long, black hair, which she braided and wound in a bob at the back of her head. One summer day Estella took the big hairpins out of her hair and let the braid hang down her back, asking Edward to cut it. He said he couldn't do it. So her sister Annie made the first cut, and Edward finished. Estella wore a dress and apron when she was in the kitchen. "Stand straight, sit tall, and throw your shoulders back" was her motto. Her walk always had a spring to it as through she were going someplace with something important to do. She also encouraged her children to breath deeply often. Stella washed on Monday mornings. She put the clothes to soak the night before, the white clothes in one tub and the colored clothes in another. The family ate bean or vegetable soup on wash days because it took most of the day to wash the clothes, hang them out, gather them in, put them away, and sprinkle those to be ironed. Usually the family had home-cooked cereal for breakfast, but on special days and Saturdays, Estella made pancakes. Sunday dinners consisted of a roast, mashed potatoes, gravy, and bottled peas, beans, corn or carrots that Edward had grown. Sometimes it was bean soup with pork shank and Jell-O with bananas and whipped cream on top. Estella spent many hours during the summer months canning fruit on the big cook stove in her kitchen. After the children went to bed at night, she straightened the house, put things away, and hung them up. Then she set the table to be ready for breakfast the next morning . The family had their dinner at noon. Spring meant cleaning every room. Estella and the children took the bedding off and hung it out on the clothesline. Then there were mattresses and springs to be taken out. They washed the springs and beat the aired mattresses. Estella handed the clothes from the closets out the windows so that the children could hang them on the line to air. They went over the walls with wallpaper cleaner. Her daughters enjoyed cleaning her closet because they could try on her hats. She always told them to be sure to clean the corners when they mopped the floor or washed drawers and cupboards. Estella gathered her children in the evenings, helping them with their homework. They all sat around the dining room table, apples in the middle, while their Dad read the paper and fell asleep. Estella was very good in both math and English, and she corrected papers the children had to write. After Edward had served in the Malad Stake presidency for 18 years, he served as stake patriarch for 14 years. Here in the Crowther Home he gave 468 blessings. Two of his favorite songs were "Who's on the Lord's Side, Who?" and "The Little Bird on Nellie's Hat." After the Crowther family home was completed, Edward built a chicken coop. He started with 50 hens and ended with 400. One day Edward took Gordon to feed the chickens. He left the boy standing by the door while he gathered eggs. A feisty old Leghorn rooster spied Gordon and soon had him down, pecking at him and beating him with his wings! When Estella saw the welts on Gordon's back, she decided that it was time for chicken dinner! Caring for chickens was the boy's chore all through their growing years. They came home from school at noon to mow a couple of baskets of grass for the chickens and then scatter it around the coop. Twice a week they also gathered tubs of watercress at the spring below Malad for chicken feed. The chickens loved it so much they would fly after it as soon as it was scattered along the coop wall. (I might add that the grass clippings and the watercress intensified the yoke of the egg to a brilliant yellow.) All the children learned to wash and dry each egg and then candle it after school. At times there seemed to be no end to the buckets of eggs to be cleaned and put into cases before they could go out to play. At certain times of the year, there could be 200 to 300 a day! Gordon's only memory of a spanking from his father was after he once said, "I'm not going to do them, and you can't make me!" On another occasion the boys got a little out of hand when they broke into an egg fight in the basement. Their father was not amused! One year an old mother cat had her four kittens in one of the nests of the coop. All went well until an old, clucky hen adopted them, determined to set on them. It was no easy task for the mother cat to move this brooding hen away from her kittens. This she had to do several times a day, but the old hen was patient, and when the mother cat was through nursing her kittens, the mother hen would take over. Besides the chickens, Neal, Gordon, and Berthel each had a pig to raise each year. The money from their sale in the Fall went to buy clothes and school books. The boys also took turns milking the cow in the evenings. They often dried dishes while Margaret washed. They swept porches and sidewalks. There were wood boxes to be filled and coal buckets to be carried each night for Grandmother Evans next door. When they could drive, they drove her up Two Mile Canyon with a load of trash for the dump. When his (Neal's) Aunt Annie opened the first kindergarten in Malad in the two west rooms of the Evans home, Neal built small tables and benches in his shop class for her. When Margaret was home from college, preparing for her wedding, she pushed back the furniture in the living room and taught Gordon to dance. Summer evenings were filled with night games - "Run, Sheep, Run" and "Mumble Peg." There were also marbles, the sandbox, and the swing. In the Fall the children (the boys) played football on the street and basketball by the coop. Estella loved beautiful flowers and working in the flower beds. She said it had a healing effect. There were always vases of flowers throughout the house in the summer and houseplants in the winter. Just back of the house were a row of lilac trees and her flower garden with a row of zinnias along the side of the garden by the clothesline and a small flower garden by the chicken coop. She had a fern in front of the large window in the living room, as well as flower boxes on the front porch, where she grew petunias. Many a time she took her children to the west windows to view the sunset, or they sat on the front porch watching the moon come up over the mountain and listening to her bedtime stories. Edward and Stella's three sons served in World War II. They were very proud that their sons were able to serve their country, but it was a great worry while they were away. A blue Star Banner was displayed in their front window symbolizing the devotion and service of their family members. The Crowther Family was so grateful that the three boys returned home safely. No Gold Star would be placed on top of any of the blue stars. [On July 5th, 2003, the Crowther Edward Nehemiah and Estella Evans Crowther Family Reunion was held in Malad, Idaho. The family of Gordon and Betty Jane Crowther, Jan, Bob and Becky, put together a booklet with memories, pictures and maps of Malad. Included in the booklet were stories and pictures of *Crowther Brothers' Mill, *Crowther's Reservoir and Gully, *Old Malad High School and Gym, *Edward and Estella Crowther Home and Chicken Coop, *Old J.N. Ireland Bank (Corner of Main and Bannock Street), Malad City Cemetery, *Pictures and *Addresses. With permission these articles and stories have or will be added to "Memories" in FamilySearch.]

Memories of Mother - Estella Evans Crowther

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Written by Margaret Crowther Harris, Estella Valene Crowther Turner, Lucille Crowther Howes, Leonore Crowther Bassett, and ShaRon Crowther Jones Margaret Crowther Harris: Because I was the oldest of the family, I probably have special memories of Mother as a young mother. I remember her as a beautiful young and vigorous woman with long black hair which she braided and wound in a "bob" at the back of her head. She was a hard worker, moving fast but very thorough, and I can hear her singing as she worked. When we lived in our Grandparent's apartment, I remember standing by the sink and helping her with the dishes and her telling me that i was to rinse the dishes in hot water to make them clean and shiny. During that period Neal, Gordon and I had some of the childhood diseases, and i remember her tender, loving care. When we were sick she and the particular sick child moved out into the front room and she did everything possible to ease the pain and suffering. I think she rubbed me with ointment for hours when I had the red measles. She was a chorister in the Primary and this is when she taught the songs, "Piggy Wig and Piggy Wee" and "Good Mother Hen". There was a special program where she spent extra time, teaching a class of small boys the "Piggy Wig" song. The time came to sing and five little boys stood in a line with their hands and fingers going through the actions, but the little Hess boy, in the middle of the group, just stood motionless, looking out into the audience. The little Dives boy, standing next to him, gave him a poke in the ribs with his elbow and this seemed to jar him out of his stage fright and he joined the group. They finished their song and the audience loved it. When we were playing at the neighbor's home, when she wanted us to come home she would step to the porch and call us. One person made the remark that they could tell that Mother had a singing voice because of her clear, melodic voice over the "sound waves" in the neighborhood. She took voice lessons from Aunt Edna, Dad's younger sister, so along with her natural talent and the good training she received she had a beautiful contralto voice and her services were in great demand. From a child's outlook it seemed to me that she was asked to sing in every funeral that came along. Much of the time she sang duets with Aunt Kate and Aunt Annie accompanied them. I can still hear her voice as she sing, "The Flag Without a Stain" at the 4th of July celebration. T thrill inside whenever i think of it. She always sang as she rocked the babies to sleep and during their illnesses. A few weeks before Christmas she would announce that she was going to town to see Santa Claus. When she returned she would ave a big smile and a twinkle in her eyes. Yes, she had seen Santa Claus. As the years went by the styles changed and many women cut their hair, so one summer day, Mother decided that now was the time to get rid of that large amount of hair so warm on her neck. She took the big hairpins out of her hair and let the braid hang down her back and asked Dad to cut it. He took the scissors but turned away and said that he couldn't do it. Aunt Annie was there and she agreed to make the first cut and the Dad finished. it. She looked good to me, much younger, I thought. From time to time she would go to the Beauty Parlor and have her hair marcelled and later on she got a permanent. I remember when the first grey hairs appeared she would painstakingly pull them out, one by one. She dressed well. Sometimes she sent in the catalog for her clothes and I can remember her driving the car to town and coming back with a new dress and hat to match. There was a particular blue silk dress that I loved because it looked so beautiful with her black hair. There was one problem when she drove the car, she had a hard time backing out of the driveway. It was hard to stay on those two skinny strips of cement. She would back a ways, one wheel would get off, then she would pull forward and try again. Finally after many tries she would make it safely. You see, she had to keep in the bounds of a white picket fence and gate at the end of the driveway. She always washed on Monday mornings. She would put the clothes to soak the night before, the white clothes in one tub and the colored clothes in another. We had bean or vegetable soup on wash days because it took most of the day to wash the clothes, hang them out, gather them in, put them away and sprinkle those to be ironed. We usually had home-cooked cereal for breakfast, but on special days and Saturdays Mother would make pancakes. They were so good and such a treat for us. Our Sunday Dinners consisted of a roast, mashed potatoes, brown gravy and canned vegetables such as peas, beans, corn and carrots that Dad had grown. Mother spent hours preparing those meals. As the years passed she planned more simple Sunday dinners such as bean soup and a pork shank and jello with cut up bananas in it and whipped cream on the top. There were times when we went on picnics either up Power House Canyon or to the little spring near the Divide. Our lunches were made of fried chicken, potato salad and luncheon cream cookies. There were probably many other things, but these are the items that stand out in my mind. Sometimes she would make ice cream and we would help turn the freezer. We would take the whole freezer with us, all packed with ice and a gunny sack over the top. We would wait with bated breath for the time when the sack, the salty ice and lid would be removed and we could view the peaks and waves of ice cream. Our favorite kind was pineapple. Following is the recipe as I remember it. Pineapple Sherbet: 3 egg whites beaten, add 1 cup of sugar (it may need more sugar) and small can of crushed pineapple, juice of 2 lemons, 2 cups of cream, then enough milk to fill the freezer. She spent many hours during the summer months canning fruit on the big cook stove in our kitchen. Mr. Godfrey would come from Brigham City with his truck full of different kinds of fruit. He would park out in front of the house, Mother would go out with us children following along, and he would raise the canvas flap at the back of his truck and reveal his wares: cherries, apricots, peaches, watermelons and cantaloupes as the season progressed. The method of canning was open-kettle. She would wash the bottles, then sterilize them and fill them with the beautifully prepared fruit. Then at the end of the season she would take us into the fruit room, pull back the curtains and display the sum total of her efforts, counting each precious bottle. After the children went to bed at night she would straighten the house, put away and hang up. Then she would set the table ready for breakfast the next morning. She took such good care of us. One example was the time when, because of a practice at noon, I was to take my lunch to school. It was our habit to have our cooked dinner at noon, so she worried that I wouldn't have warm food and she sent Neal with a warm lunch just before the 12:00 noon school bell rang. I felt such tender feelings when i saw Neal outside of the school house carefully holding the lunch and also, for Mother who worked so hard that I wouldn't miss my usual dinner. In the evenings during the school year , we would sit around the dining room table doing our lessons, and she would be with us, moving from one child to another helping when and where needed. Mother and Grandmother Evans used to have good nature arguments over whose sewing machine was the best. Mother's was a "White" and Grandmother's was a "Singer". This thought came to me recently when I was dusting her old machine. I also recalled how she taught me to dust around the iron wrought figures that spelled "White". It was had then and it is hard now, but I don't mind because I feel close to Mother each time I dust it and i try to keep it as she taught me. I remember the times when she was able to accompany Dad to the Temple. I can see her now as she pressed their clothes and made their lunches. She prepared me for my experience in the Temple by ex-paining what took place and what to expect. Mother was my close friend and I loved to talk to her, to express my feelings, my desires and my frustrations. When I returned home from dates and other activities I would sit by her bed and tell her about the events of the evening. In my mind she could cure or have a solution for my every need and as my life has progressed many times I have thought to myself, "If I could only talk to Mother, she could tell me what to do". She urged me to practice hard on the piano and violin. When Laura Jones married Milton Jones, Mother learned that she had been a dance instructor, so she made arrangements for me to take dancing lessons from her. One time I was asked to give a retold story at some special event and she made arrangements for Miss Chadwick, my Seminary teacher, to help me prepare for it. I met with her a number of times as she helped me choose the most important parts that I should give and just the right expressions to use. Everything went well and I was so appreciative of Mother's desire to help me be successful. She taught me the right way to set a table and it really was right because as I took Home Economics, both in high school and college, I learned that the rules were the same, only enlarged a bit for formal dinners, etc. She taught me how to work hard and to be thorough in everything I did. She taught me to always wipe off the tops of cans and bottles before opening them. In cleaning my teeth she would remind me to scrub the gums also. I have always done this and the dentist still remarks how well I take care of this part of my mouth and how healthy my gums are. She would encourage me to straighten my shoulders and pull in my stomach, also to think positive and not continue to recall and review past mistakes and weaknesses. She was always thinking about the feelings and needs of others. When Dick and I were courting and he would come to see me, she would urge me to send him home early. She reminded me that his Mother was waiting for him and that even if it seemed early to us it would still be an hour later by the time he arrived in Logan. I remembered this as we waited for our children to come home from their dates. When I went to college she said that I had served in our home so much and now it was my turn to serve myself. She felt good that I was boarding and wouldn't have to help make meals and wash dishes. I really did not feel that my life at home had been that strenuous and sometimes I volunteered to help with the dishes in Mrs. McBride's home. I missed the life-style in our home and longed for a chance to be involved in doing dishes, etc. The last time I visited with her I went to her bedside to tell her that we were leaving to go to the Salt Lake Airport to get Steven who had been attending a training seminary for the coming school year. She said that she was glad that I would be able to get away from the problems for a little while. She said that I should realize and enjoy this time with Dick and our family. When I was planning to be married she sat down with me and we figured the things we would need in my trousseau. We decided the number and kind and started selecting, buying, and making the things that I would need. The folks also bought a cedar chest for me to put the articles in as we prepared them. I was thankful for her wise counsel and decisions. I had a beautiful trousseau and still have some of the articles which I keep dear to my heart. I followed the same plan when Janeal was married and we were well satisfied and thankful for Mother's wisdom. When I was married she saw that everything was in readiness. When we arrived at the Logan Temple and we were waiting in the meeting room, I was with Aunt Kate and Dick was on the men's side with Dad. I started to think about all of the things that Mother had done to prepare me for this beautiful temple marriage and my life to come and I started to cry and couldn't get stopped. Aunt Kate tried to comfort me and I was afraid that Dick would see me crying and think that i didn't want to marry him, but I had controlled myself by the time he saw me. She had packed my going-away suitcase as she had packed my suitcases when I went away to school, and I remember shedding tears of appreciation then as I opened them and pictured her loving hands preparing, folding and placing my clothing for my use away from Home. I can picture all that Mother had to do and I hope she knows how much I appreciate her thoughtfulness and desire to give her children everything that she could. As I write this at this stage of my life I wonder why I didn't back my own suitcases. I hope that I was helping her in other areas. After we were married and getting settled in our own home I remember the thrill of taking the mattress cover, sheets, blankets, quilts, pillows out of my cedar chest, also the tablecloths, dishes, silverware, dish cloths and towels, pans, etc. as we prepared our first meal [as man and wife]. All of these things she had helped me prepare and I felt her dear hands in everything we touched. During the first years of our marriage Dick's work took him away two weeks at a time. Many times I would go home [Malad] while he was away, She always welcomed me with open arms. Only now that I am a grandmother do I realize that it must have been a burden to her. She still had a large family to care for and I would come with first one child, then two and three. It was when we had four children that i decided that I should not go for long visits, just a day once a month, but she didn't indicate in any way that it was too much. One time she mentioned her tender feelings as she viewed the shape of the baby's head [still remaining] in the pillow of the little cradle after we had returned home. When I was born Mother wanted to name me after Grandmother Evans. Different ones commented that i would only be called "Mag" or "Maggie" as they referred to Grandmother. Mother told me that she declared I would be named Margaret and called Margaret and that is the way it has been. There is one exception, Dick gave me the love name of "Gretchen" (Margaret in German) but he seems to feel very tender about my real name and uses it in our family prayers and when he needs to refer to me out-side our home. Speaking of names, when Douglas was born it was Mother who suggested his name. I have always loved the name and it seems to suit him very well. She loved beautiful flowers and during the summer months she enjoyed working in the flower beds, weeding and watering them. She said that being outside, keeping busy with her plants had a healing affect. There were always vases of flowers throughout the house in the summer and house plants in the winter months. Because of her love for beautiful things, Dad brought her special flowers from time to time. I remember one Valentine's Day he brought her two daffodil bulbs in vases and they were placed on each side of the clock on the mantle. They were so beautiful with such a delightful fragrance. Do you remember the many times that she took us to the west windows to view the beautiful sunsets? I could go on and on but the due date of December 10th that Valene has set is here so I must bring these thoughts to a conclusion. But I want to express my thankfulness to our Heavenly Father for Mother's life and the love and devotion that she gave to us. As I have written I have been very much aware of Dad's part also throughout our lives. He was there supporting her in all that she did for us and I hope they know how much we love and appreciate them both. Lucille Crowther Howes: Mother taught us many things, one was to love and appreciate flowers. I remember the row of lilac trees and her flower garden just back of the house. There was the row of zinnias along the side of the garden by the clothes line and the small flower garden that she had by the chicken coop. She loved flowers and liked to work out in the yard. She has passed this on to us. I remember and can still se the beautiful fern that she had in front of the big window in the living room, as well as the flower boxes which were on the front porch where she had petunias growing. I also remember "quite" well the beautiful dahlias that she had planted along in front and to the west side of the porch. One time I was sweeping the porch and spraying it with the hose. To keep the wicker rocking chair from getting wet, I put it up on the railing of the porch and it fell and broke one of the dahlias. I didn't tell Mother because I was sure that she would b angry with me, but when she found out she realized that it was an accident. One summer I wanted to have a flower garden of my own, so she got some pansies and we went out and tilled the ground around a young tree that was planted just east of the house by the Thomas's fence. I believe there used to be a white wooden bench there where we used to sit. I really took care of those plants, watered them faithfully, but somehow they didn't do too well and I became a little discouraged. However, I am still growing pansies. Mother taught us how to work and clean. She used to say, "If anything is worth doing, it is worth doing well." Also she would say, "Even if you don't get the dirt in the middle of the floor, get the corners." I remember cleaning every room in the house every spring. We would take the bedding off the beds and hang it out on the clothes line. The mattresses and metal springs were taken outside - the springs washed and the mattresses beaten and aired. Mother would hand the clothes from the closets out of the window to us then we would hang them on the line to air. We would go over the walls with the wallpaper cleaner that we would mold in our hands. We all worked together and it was fun. Mother was their helping us and encouraging us. We laughed and had fun together. When we became tired we would take time to rest, then we would go back to work. Even though Mother's health was not good for many years she was always there for us. Reid mentioned that he remembered how she was always reading and looking for good thoughts and poems. She would cut them out, put them in shoe boxes and whenever we needed anything for school or a talk in church, she had something for us. I remember the costumes that she made us for Halloween (the little brownie ones) and the fairy costumes for Christmas programs. I still have found memories of the Japanese Kimono which Mother made for me. I recall thinking how special it was and how well she had made it. I still have it somewhere in my things. Mother taught me how to cook and she was very patient. One day I wanted to make a cake and as I was reading the ingredients I made a mistake in the amount of butter that it called for and I put in too much. She told me not to worry about it, not all was lost. She said that she would make a fruit cake instead. I was so relieved. I thought that it would be ruined, but she saved the day as she did many times for me. Probably someone has already mentioned the time that we were preparing to go to Bear Lake and we never got there because of car trouble. I can still see Mother standing over the stove frying chicken to take with us. It was hot and she was perspiring so and I remember feeling bad that she had to stand there and do that. But I also remember that the chicken was delicious. I don't think I ever told her that I appreciated everything she did for me. I loved all of those songs that Mother used to sing to us and the grandchildren. I have sung a lot of them to my children and grandchildren, but I don't remember them all. I recall the beautiful white dress and purple velvet robe that Mother made for Leonore when she was Snow White in the 4th of July parade. It rained and the robe faded onto the white dress. I thought how sad for that to happen to such a lively dress and for the rain to ruin that beautiful parade. Even though Mother was unable to attend things that we participated in such as singing, playing the piano, Church programs and activities at school she was there to help us prepare and see us off. And when we came home we would sit on the side of the bed and tell her all the happenings of each occasion. She was a part of everything that we did. Through us we brought the outside world to her. She would help me with my lessons at night. I had a hard time with arithmetic and she was good at that. Leonore Crowther Bassett: When I think of Mother I see the perfect lady with such grace, poise and inner strength. She took pride in who she was and the way she looked, and encouraged us to do the same. She was always watching for beauty tips or anything uplifting to pass on to us. One of the things I especially remember was a tip for the hands. Always use a soft hand brush when washing your nails and push the cuticle back with the towel as you are drying them. The there was "Stand straight, sit tall and throw your shoulders back." Her walk always had a spring to it as though she was going some place with something important to do. She also encouraged us to breathe deeply often. Our home was always clean and orderly. There was a place for everything and everything in it's place. It was as important to clean the corners in the house as it was to sweep the cracks along with the sidewalk outside. If it wasn't done right we did it again. It was such fun to do spring cleaning as soon as school was out. It was a huge job but somehow Mother made it fun. I loved to do her closet in the bedroom and see the wonderful treasures like hats that we would try on. She always had the attitude that "If anything is worth doing, it is worth doing well." She encouraged us to use "elbow grease" when we cleaned. Summer evenings were so enjoyable because we would sit on the porch and Mother would tell us the story of "Egret the Heron." She always used such expression and made it so real. Mother loved to read and she wanted to learn. She had boxes of uplifting thoughts and ideas that she gathered as she read. She enjoyed the Relief Society Magazine and would often give me things to read which were encouraging or would give me something else to think about when I was going through a rough time. When I was in Jr. High and High School not many of my classmates were very good members of the Church or not members at all. I heard a lot of swear words and they would come to my mind frequently. I talked to Mother about it and she went straight to a drawer and took out a paper with the 23rd Psalm on it. She said, "You learn it and whenever unpleasant things come to your mind keep repeating this or the Lord's Prayer over in your mind until they are gone." She encouraged us to share things we had learned with her. I remember the school years at home when we all sat around the table, apples in the middle of the table, Dad reading the paper and falling asleep, and Mother helping us with our homework. She was very good in both math and English and would correct papers we had to write. I remember asking her how to spell words and she would always tell me to use the dictionary. I love to hear her repeat "Peter Piper Picked a Peck of Pickled Peppers." I always wondered how she did it so fast. Thinking back to when I was a child, one thing that stands out in my mind was when I was 4 years old. I was very ill with bronchitis. They had to put a steam tent over my bed. I didn't understand what was happening and I was very frightened, but Mother sat by my bed, held my hand tight and sang over and over those beautiful little songs we all love so much. The touch of her hand and the sound of her voice was the assurance I needed. It wasn't until I was 19 that I realized just how sick I had been. It was at a time when I thought I knew what was best for me and that no one needed to tell me anything. During this time on one occasion she looked me sternly in the eyes and said, "Leonore, when you had bronchitis and were at your worst I promised Heavenly Father that if you got well I would do everything in my power to raise you the way He expected you to be raised, and you are not going to stop me." That gave me a lot to think about. When I was in my teen I would often say that I was afraid of something or afraid to do something. Mother told me once, "Don't say that you are afraid. It just gives Satan something to work on." Many times she said, "We live in the world but are not of it. Don't be afraid to be different." For a few years after I was married, or until Dr. Richards retired, I continued to go to him for my dental work. The last time that I saw him he asked how Mother was. After I had answered, he looked out of the window, rather thoughtfully, and then he said, "I was appointed to start the first Seminary in Malad. It was a big job and I needed some dependable people who were worthy. So I was given the tithing records of a certain group of young women, and your Mother was the only full tithe payer. She was in her late teens. She was my choice and she was one of the most pleasant, dependable women I have ever worked with." Mother always saw that we were ready to go with Dad for tithing settlement the first Sunday in the new year. Mother was always completely honest and truthful. She was as good as her word. Whenever we went to the store she encouraged us to always count the change that we received. It was as important for the store to get the right money as it was for us to receive the right change. We sometimes had to return extra change they had given to us. As far as school was concerned, she would say, "When you cheat, you are only cheating yourself." Although Mother couldn't go with Dad, she encouraged him, found information for his talks, and counseled with him all of the time. Dad told me many times that he could never have been where he was in the Church and his work without her support and prayers. He couldn't imagine coming home without her there. As I bear my physical burdens and limitations, I think so much of Mother. I am sure that it hurt terribly for her to be so confined, but she lived and experienced things through us and never complained. As I was growing up there were times that she would tell me, "Don't be a baby." Mother was never a baby. One time I went into her bedroom and found her crying. I asked her what was wrong? She answered, "I miss my Mother so terribly -- so many times I wish that I could talk to her and be with her for just a little while." How often I have cried and longed to be with my dear Mother. How I wish that she could help me with my limitations. How grateful I am for that special lady. She gave so much of her life for her family. In asking how I could ever repay her and Dad for all they had done, the reply was, "The only pay we want is for you to do, and be as much or more for your own children." ShaRon Crowther Jones: As I get older I realize more and more what a remarkable woman Mother was. When I reflect back on all the things that she taught me -- she didn't leave anything out. There is never a day goes by that I am not reminded of something that she taught me. One of the things that I remember was to pray and always say, "Thy will, not mine be done." I like to think of the many little sayings that she had, some of which were, "It is always darkest before the dawn." This one has so much meaning to me at this time. Some others were, "A stitch in time saves nine", "A place for everything and everything in its place", "Curiosity killed the cat", and "Food always tastes better if you share it." I remember how she used to comfort me. She would hold me close, rock me and sing to me, especially when I suffered with a bad earache; also when I had so much pain when I had polio, During this time she was so patient, loving and caring. She taught me to enjoy and appreciate the beauty around me. The one thing that I remember most was when she and I would sit on the front porch and watch that magnificence moon come up over those beautiful mountains. This is the reason that the moon is so special to me. We also used to sit at the back of the house on the bench and watch the northern lights, which were always so fascinating to me. Mother taught me a very deep and abiding live for our country, and live and respect for the American flag. I am never able to salute or pay respect to the flag without the tears rolling down my cheeks. I will always remember Mother singing around the house. She took such pride in the way that she looked. Her hair was always combed, and she wore a nice dress with an apron on when she was in the kitchen. There was always a fresh tablecloth on the table and beautiful flowers in our home. She taught me to be proper in every way -- in my dress, in my speech and in my actions. Above all, she taught me to walk uprightly before our Heavenly Father. Valene Crowther Turner: In the Doctrine and Covenants the Lord told the Prophet Joseph Smith's wife, Emma, "Thou art an elect lady." This is my feeling when I think of Mother. When was truly an elect lady and as we read the thoughts of the other sisters they feel the same way that I do. Some of the special sayings which I remember are, "Be moderate in all things", "Don't stand on one leg", and it is interesting that others have mentioned her telling us to make sure the corners were cleaned along with the rest of the floor and to be sure and use "elbow grease" when we clean. Mother had such great faith, and I know that I am alive today because of the great faith which she had when I was so ill along with the determination that I was going to live if at all possible. I feel that her faith made it possible, and I am very grateful for that faith. I remember times when I would be discouraged or was doubtful about something and she would look me in the eyes and say, "Where is your faith?" I recall a time when Joel Harrison was a baby and he had a very serious illness and one that I thought was contagious. One evening Mother was preparing to go over to the Harrison's and see what she could do to help them. I ashed her if she was not afraid of the contagious disease and she looked at me and said that she was not worried about becoming ill when she was helping someone who needed her. As has been mentioned she was such an outstanding seamstress and helped each of us learn to sew also. I remember the many quilt tops she pieced together. She had purchased some quilting frames which would tilt from one side to the other enabling one person to use them. She never did use them, but she instilled in me the desire to learn to quilt and I used her frames several times until they gave out. However, I love to quilt and I am now using Mom Turner's frames. She didn't knit or crochet but she did beautiful embroidery work. Her hands were never idle. Even after she became ill she always had a piece of cloth-either dis towels or pillowcases on which she had stamped a design and would do some stitches when she felt well enough to do so. As young girls we were all taught to embroider by Mother and Aunt Annie. Mother would encourage us to be working on some item for our trousseau when we would have a few spare minutes especially in the summer and when we listened to the radio (before the days of TV). I am continuing to use some items from my cedar chest that I worked on. I am grateful for her sharing those talents with us. We all remember the bench behind our home where we used to sit and visit. I love to recall the times I would sit there with Mother while she prepared the rhubarb for cooking. She taught me how to cut off the big leaves, peel off the outside and then cut the stems into bit-size pieces. I still love to eat cooked rhubarb, but now I add some fresh strawberries to it and it is so delicious. We also enjoy rhubarb pie. In the spring when the lilacs, iris and violets bloom I remember Mother and the beautiful bouquets she would make of the flowers which were grown around our home. We still have the lilac tree that we brought from home when it was about a foot tall. Many years ago I wanted a start of her violets because they always reminded me of Mother and Grandmother Evans. When I asked Mother for some she warned me that they would spread and that i should be careful where I planted them. I told her that the place we had for them was completely surrounded by cement and I was quite confident that they would remain within that space. Well, I don't know how they managed it, but we now have violets in every garden in our yard as well as some in the lawn. I love the fragrance and love to be reminded of the times when Mother would pick a bunch of those beautiful little flowers and take them to the cemetery to put on her parent's graves. In one of our bedrooms, on one wall, we have put wallpaper with violets on it. We have all commented about Mother's beautiful singing voice and how much we used to enjoy hearing her sing. She asked me once if I sang around the house as I went about my household duties. I had to tell her that i didn't . I always sang to our children when they were small as they were going to sleep. I think Mother felt that singing would improve my attitude. As I remember her love for music it brings to my mind the verse from the Doctrine and Covenants which reads, "For my soul delighteth in the song of the heart; yea, the song of the righteous is a prayer unto me, and it shall be answered with a blessing upon their heads." Certainly Mother's singing and her love of good music was a blessing to her as well as to many, many people. Her children, grandchildren and great-grandchildren have certainly been blessed as the result of her sharing her bedtime songs as well as other songs with them. Mother encouraged us to learn to play the piano and if we chose another instrument she was very willing for us to have the instruction that we needed. We were fortunate to have Aunt Annie to get us started on the piano. I recall, as a teenager, I used to think that she was "so mean" when she wouldn't allow me to do something that i wanted to do. I used to think to myself, "Well, I won't treat my children that way", but I have had to eat my words many times. She was so wise and as I grew older and had children of my own I realized that I was being "mean" to them as she had been to me. As we remember Mother we also recognize Dad's love and support through our lives, and his kindness and concern for each of us. We love our parents and pay tribute to both of them for all that they did for us, the sacrifices which they made, for all of their examples and teachings and above all for their love which they showed in every way that they possibly could. ............................................................................................................................................... Estella Evans Crowther passed away in 1963 Margaret Crowther Harris passed away in 1998 Valene Crowther Turner passed away in 2016 Lucille Crowther Howes passed away in 1997 Leonore Crowther Bassett passed away in 2002 ShaRon Crowther Jones passed away in 2014

Life timeline of Margaret Harris (Crowther)

1915
Margaret Harris (Crowther) was born on 26 Nov 1915
Margaret Harris (Crowther) was 12 years old when Walt Disney character Mickey Mouse premieres in his first cartoon, "Plane Crazy". Walter Elias Disney was an American entrepreneur, animator, voice actor and film producer. A pioneer of the American animation industry, he introduced several developments in the production of cartoons. As a film producer, Disney holds the record for most Academy Awards earned by an individual, having won 22 Oscars from 59 nominations. He was presented with two Golden Globe Special Achievement Awards and an Emmy Award, among other honors. Several of his films are included in the National Film Registry by the Library of Congress.
Margaret Harris (Crowther) was 24 years old when Adolf Hitler signs an order to begin the systematic euthanasia of mentally ill and disabled people. Adolf Hitler was a German politician, demagogue, and Pan-German revolutionary, who was the leader of the Nazi Party, Chancellor of Germany from 1933 to 1945 and Führer ("Leader") of Nazi Germany from 1934 to 1945. As dictator, Hitler initiated World War II in Europe with the invasion of Poland in September 1939, and was central to the Holocaust.
Margaret Harris (Crowther) was 29 years old when World War II: German forces in the west agree to an unconditional surrender. The German Instrument of Surrender ended World War II in Europe. The definitive text was signed in Karlshorst, Berlin, on the night of 8 May 1945 by representatives of the three armed services of the Oberkommando der Wehrmacht (OKW) and the Allied Expeditionary Force together with the Supreme High Command of the Red Army, with further French and US representatives signing as witnesses. The signing took place 9 May 1945 at 00:16 local time.
Margaret Harris (Crowther) was 42 years old when Space Race: Launch of Sputnik 1, the first artificial satellite to orbit the Earth. The Space Race refers to the 20th-century competition between two Cold War rivals, the Soviet Union (USSR) and the United States (US), for dominance in spaceflight capability. It had its origins in the missile-based nuclear arms race between the two nations that occurred following World War II, aided by captured German missile technology and personnel from the Aggregat program. The technological superiority required for such dominance was seen as necessary for national security, and symbolic of ideological superiority. The Space Race spawned pioneering efforts to launch artificial satellites, uncrewed space probes of the Moon, Venus, and Mars, and human spaceflight in low Earth orbit and to the Moon.
Margaret Harris (Crowther) was 49 years old when Thirty-five hundred United States Marines are the first American land combat forces committed during the Vietnam War. The United States Marine Corps (USMC), also referred to as the United States Marines, is a branch of the United States Armed Forces responsible for conducting amphibious operations with the United States Navy. The U.S. Marine Corps is one of the four armed service branches in the U.S. Department of Defense (DoD) and one of the seven uniformed services of the United States.
Margaret Harris (Crowther) was 57 years old when Vietnam War: The last United States combat soldiers leave South Vietnam. The Vietnam War, also known as the Second Indochina War, and in Vietnam as the Resistance War Against America or simply the American War, was a conflict that occurred in Vietnam, Laos, and Cambodia from 1 November 1955 to the fall of Saigon on 30 April 1975. It was the second of the Indochina Wars and was officially fought between North Vietnam and the government of South Vietnam. The North Vietnamese army was supported by the Soviet Union, China, and other communist allies; the South Vietnamese army was supported by the United States, South Korea, Australia, Thailand and other anti-communist allies. The war is considered a Cold War-era proxy war by some US perspectives. The majority of Americans believe the war was unjustified. The war would last roughly 19 years and would also form the Laotian Civil War as well as the Cambodian Civil War, which also saw all three countries become communist states in 1975.
Margaret Harris (Crowther) was 73 years old when The tanker Exxon Valdez spilled 10.8 million US gallons (260,000 bbl; 41,000 m3) of oil into Prince William Sound, Alaska, causing one of the most devastating man-made maritime environmental disasters. A tanker is a ship designed to transport or store liquids or gases in bulk. Major types of tankship include the oil tanker, the chemical tanker, and gas carrier. Tankers also carry commodities such as vegetable oils, molasses and wine. In the United States Navy and Military Sealift Command, a tanker used to refuel other ships is called an oiler but many other navies use the terms tanker and replenishment tanker.
Margaret Harris (Crowther) died on 8 Jun 1998 at the age of 82
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