Margaret S. Anderson

19 Aug 1887 - 4 Jul 1941

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Margaret S. Anderson

19 Aug 1887 - 4 Jul 1941
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Grave site information of Margaret S. Anderson (19 Aug 1887 - 4 Jul 1941) at Monticello City Cemetery in Monticello, San Juan, Utah, United States from BillionGraves

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Margaret S. Anderson

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Monticello City Cemetery

Monticello Cemetery Rd
Monticello, San Juan, Utah
United States
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kevsha

July 11, 2014
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July 10, 2014

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Memories of Margaret Sophia Bailey by Loraine Anderson Winger

Contributor: kevsha Created: 2 years ago Updated: 2 years ago

I was her first daughter following by nineteen months after my brother Grant Arthur. Mother was not an extremely young mother being thirty three at the time and was therefore very mature and even natured. I remember nothing but feelings of love and happiness in my early life. Perhaps I remember some events well because of the emotions shown at the time by mother and father who I loved very much Mother was a beautiful and talented woman. She played the piano and organ very well and I remember a house filled with music. This was as likely as not a practice for one event or another involving church, community or school and the other musically inclined in our small Utah town of Monticello. Or it could have been just her playing for pleasure after we had been kissed goodnight and tucked into bed. The piano in my own home was her father's gift to her for her sixteenth birthday. It had been brought by horse-drawn freight wagon from the railroad at Thompsons Springs the 70 or 80 miles to Monticello. It is a very lovely instrument with an upright Concert Grande harp. How well I remember my task of dusting it each Saturday. [I wasn't so fond of it then.] The home of my youth was very modest- but comfortable. It contained two rooms and was situated on one end of my Grandfather's lot. It was heated by a large cast-iron cook stove in the kitchen and a pot-bellied Franklin Heater in the room which served as both living and bedroom. Father would haul wood from the nearby hills each summer and fall to satisfy their voracious appetites. Mother never did have a cook stove except of this variety, but we did eventually own a beautiful Heatrola for the living room in the larger home we purchased from Uncle Jude and Aunt Ruth Bailey when they moved to California to seek their fortune. I don't remember when this happened, but it must have been about 1923 or 24. The family home where we spent most of our childhood and where our family grew from two children to four with the addition of Margaret Marie in 1924 and Jack N. in 1926 was three blocks East of our first home. I do remember we were there when Grandfather Bailey died in July of 1925. My cousin, Keith came tearing around the house as Mother was trying to put us down for a nap. I remember we were sleeping on the back porch where we had escaped for the hot summer nights. Later in life that back porch became an added room to be combined with our old kitchen for Grandmother to use when she came to live with us. Dad added on a new kitchen to the North for Mother at that time and also converted a portion of our front porch into a new bedroom for Margaret and I. This new kitchen had cabinets "clear to the ceiling" and a sink with water on a countertop. This was years later-- about 1936. There was still only an icebox on the East porch for refrigeration. But we had ICE, a luxury most folks had to buy thanks to some more of Dad's industry and the big icehouse out back in the clump of oak trees growing on part of our property. That was also the year of the "inside bathroom and shower"-- very archaic by today's standards. But after years of the "little house outback" it was a real luxury! Our floors were never covered by carpet--linoleum was used everywhere. Mother had her first sofa when I started to date at about 15 or 16. It proved to be small comfort in the cold Monticello winters being too far from the Heatrola in the Front Room or the fireplace in the dining room. We would still pull up straight chairs to be nearer to our source of comfort after coming in from the weather. Another vivid memory was the year of my first grade which I spent in a little one-room school which held 18 students who were in first through eighth grades and one teacher. This was in a coal-mining community just out of Price called Sweets and there were three girls in the first grade—myself, a little red-head named Carolin and a little Japanese girl named Hotta. We lived that winter in a tenthouse with a wooden floor. I loved school here and tried to learn everything the older children were being taught as well as my lessons. That winter was a memorable Christmas. I had never seen such a wonder as coming over the hill from the South of Price and seeing their main street lighted up for the holidays. Never had I beheld or even dreamed of such a sight. We were taken to the J.C. Penney Store where we could select the gift we wanted the most from Santa. My sister and I chose dolls. How wonderful it was to see that Santa had known the exact one we wanted when Christmas morning came. It was even more wonderful because we had found an apartment in Price and had just moved and he found us there. Our family had now grown by the addition of a sister, Margaret and soon to be followed by a second brother, Jack N. The next years were happy carefree ones for us as children. With a move back to our home in Monticello, we were surrounded by loving parents and grandparents, uncles and aunts and a bevy of cousins besides neighbors who really were all of this small community which boasted a top population of 500 people. Happy for us, but hard for our parents. The great depression had come, crops failed (The farms they owned and had homesteaded were both dry farms and this was the era of the great dust bowl.) Crop failures and drought resulted in their loss. Dad was able to salvage only our little home as all his savings were lost in the bank failures. But he had a strong work ethic and a good strong team of horses, a couple of riding horses, some pigs and a flock of chickens, a milk cow and room for pasture and a garden. Each year he would travel over the intermountain states shearing sheep wherever he could find work. He took any odd jobs building bridges, houses barns and even little outhouses in the back under a government work project. We would have to shoulder the work at home whenever Dad was away. I remember weeding garden, milking cows, making soap, feed chickens, taking cows to pasture on my horse, named Cricket who was coal black. When it was haying time I preferred riding the derrick horse to helping in the house. A special memory was the unloading of the sacks of our last wheat crop from the farm into the granary. We were allowed to be inside as men would dump the golden treasure. and it was great fun to feel the grain build up around us and then to slide down the resulting hill. It was a most wonderful mountain and not cold at all. Poor, but not feeling it-- everyone was in the same situation. I remember my Grandmother Bailey especially well. How I loved to be with her and in her home. She was a great part of my life until I left home at the beginning of the World War. Many skills I have learned from her. I remember Grandfather Bailey too, but was young when he died--under five. I do remember his curly black hair and his beard and his beautiful tenor voice. We felt so loved by both of them. Mother was their only daughter and had married late so we got a lot of attention from them.

Letter to her children during the Great Depression (1940)

Contributor: kevsha Created: 2 years ago Updated: 2 years ago

From a Letter in Margaret Sophia Bailey’s handwriting to her children in Monticello Utah Letter sent from Uravan, Colorado, where Arthur Anderson had gone to get work to support his family back in Monticello, Utah Mar. 19 – 1940 Dearest Margaret, Loraine & Jack, I hope all is well at home. I had another crazy dream last night. I’m getting like Grandma. Told dad I shouldn’t have come this week. Be good to grandma and don’t stay after school longer than you have to. I was just figuring up the darn bills that have to be paid this month. I have to have some shoes & wanted to get some paint & varnish & house-clean. The Deseret News 3.60 last month & telephone 1.53 clarinet 3.00. I will have to pay 3 or 4 dollars for that floor lamp and that comes to about 11 dollars without shoes, Margaret’s pkg or anything. Sure takes a lot to live on. Dad says that’s the way his wages go—debts here & there until he is getting discouraged. Well I hope you all keep well. Loraine dads decided you need a tall, dark guy. Isn’t that a surprise? Don’t be too impatient. Think what others have taken from you – “and swallowed it.” You’ll be like Francis R. if you don’t calm down. Girls at eighteen are always “jittery.” A lot of men are coming in hunting jobs guess they’ve heard about this new mill. Carlos Hyde & one of Chris C’s step sons & a Thompson from out east came yesterday. If Grant doesn’t come soon he might as well stay away. Dad doesn’t know whether to go shearing or not. I’m afraid he will lose out here if he does but he sure wants to shear a few weeks. Well be good & I guess Dad will be home too. He says he won’t if they want him to work. I want sweet peas planted in about a half or 1/3 of the north end of that row & will get other flower seeds for the rest. So if you have time get pink & lavender sweet pea seeds—not mixed & plant abt. 30g worth is enough. Would rather have a few nice ones than a long messy row. Love and Prayers from Mother & Dad

Waiting -- a poem written by Margaret Sophia Bailey

Contributor: kevsha Created: 2 years ago Updated: 2 years ago

Waiting By Margaret Sophia Bailey Many loved ones waiting in the realms above Anxiously they’re longing for our work of love Diligently prayerfully we work and strive Foreign lands we enter now in our bold drive. Chorus Kindred friends and loved one gone before We will open wide your prison door. Hallelujah Hallelujah! Glory to the Lamb! Genealogy will grow throughout the land. We our talents, time and money now disburse “Ere this earth be sorely smitten with a curse.” O! that great and wonderful pre-mortal plan Shows the universal love of God for man. Chorus Genealogy the “leaven” in the earth Loved ones now receive baptism and new birth O sweet spirit be with us – lest we forget Help our armies “carry on” the trials beset! Chorus.

Hazy Autumn Morning by Margaret Bailey Anderson

Contributor: kevsha Created: 2 years ago Updated: 2 years ago

Hazy Autumn Morning By Margaret Bailey Anderson, Monticello, Utah O! hazy Autumn morning. With insects on the wing Your breezes kiss my cheek And cause my heart to sing And makes my soul attune with joy For each living, growing thing. The fruit trees bend with plenty As they ripen in the sun. The garden vegetables so rare Feel that their race is won. The golden richness brightens From bush and vine and tree The corn waves and crackles And tells a tale to me Sweet fragrance of the flowers Breathes life’s great mystery! The morning dews are pure and cool As they glisten on the grass Your hazy days of Autumn, I am prone to see them pass. I hear the whirs of harvesters, As they bind their bounteous sheaf In this age of opportunity Will surely give relief! The slow murmurs of the water From the mountain stream descends The birds and bees and butterflies All see that summer ends O! hazy dreamy Autumn days I’d have you linger if you could Your richness and plenty Proclaims that God Is Good!

Reta and Kenneth by Margaret Sophia Bailey

Contributor: kevsha Created: 2 years ago Updated: 2 years ago

Reta and Kenneth By Margaret Sophia Bailey When Miss Reta Page came to San Juan For to teach a little school The town was all alarm They raved about her beauty Her cleverness and wit They raved about her talents And how well her clothes did fit. She withstood all their praise and flattery With a seeming unconscious air And went about her schoolwork Calm, as if she didn’t care. Until one eventful evening She met Kenneth in a dance And from that very moment Cupid began playing his pranks Reta didn’t understand The little God of love Or know that he could tangle her As helpless as a dove But the children in the school room Soon noticed her condition And many thought at once It had spoiled her disposition. They all tried very hard Not to make too much noise Even if she was meaner to the girls And better to the boys They couldn’t understand why she dropped The ink bottle on the floor Or why she looked excited When Bro. Lewis opened the door. The children studied fairly well Their teacher they adored But one day - she wrote their ‘rithmetic” Upside down upon the board. She stuttered when she read to them She went flat when she sang. She almost tipped the sand table over When she heard the hall doors bang! Then Kenneth glided into the room! He had come to visit school. Instead of handing him a book She gave him a two-foot rule. That he might follow the pupils As their lessons they did “purr” But he didn’t know the difference For his eyes never left her Yet they spent a pleasant afternoon Closed the classes according to rule And Kenneth felt this the happiest day He’d ever spend in school. But he noticed Reta was nervous Felt that condition shouldn’t go too far So he took some of his Dad’s hard earned cash. And bought a new Dodge car He thot she needed fresh air And mountain scenery “and that” He was so very happy he couldn’t Tell when a tire went flat. And when they drove out in the country He didn’t know when to come back He was so very happy He almost lost his hat. He didn’t notice the mud on the ground Nor now what time it “wuz” When they went down to Dry Valley Until they heard the mail trucks buzz And Joe and Claud helped them out of the mud. And brot them back to town. Then Kenneth shook himself As he saw them scowl and frown. Thus Reta and Kennth’s winter passed And also their bright early spring. And when the warmer days approached And they heard the robins sing As it builded the nest In the apple trells Light and one airy wing They planned for themselves A dear little nest For a future happy home. Where they might have heaven on earth As their joys and sorrows come And their plan was all golden and azure and bright Fit for a fairy land of dreams. But oft times people have to “come to earth” In this life of ours it seems Yet we hope your future will be as bright And even brighter than ever you’ve planned But if from your fairy land of dreams you have to come We’ll lend you a helping hand.

Life timeline of Margaret S. Anderson

1887
Margaret S. Anderson was born on 19 Aug 1887
Margaret S. Anderson was 8 years old when George VI of the United Kingdom (d. 1952) George VI was King of the United Kingdom and the Dominions of the British Commonwealth from 11 December 1936 until his death in 1952. He was the last Emperor of India and the first Head of the Commonwealth.
Margaret S. Anderson was 16 years old when The Wright brothers make their first attempt to fly with the Wright Flyer at Kitty Hawk, North Carolina. The Wright brothers, Orville and Wilbur, were two American aviators, engineers, inventors, and aviation pioneers who are generally credited with inventing, building, and flying the world's first successful airplane. They made the first controlled, sustained flight of a powered, heavier-than-air aircraft on December 17, 1903, four miles south of Kitty Hawk, North Carolina. In 1904–05 the brothers developed their flying machine into the first practical fixed-wing aircraft. Although not the first to build experimental aircraft, the Wright brothers were the first to invent aircraft controls that made fixed-wing powered flight possible.
Margaret S. Anderson was 27 years old when Archduke Franz Ferdinand and his wife, Sophie, Duchess of Hohenberg, were assassinated by a Yugoslav nationalist named Gavrilo Princip in Sarajevo, sparking the outbreak of World War I. Archduke Franz Ferdinand, Archduke of Austria-Este was a member of the imperial Habsburg dynasty, and from 1896 until his death the heir presumptive (Thronfolger) to the Austro-Hungarian throne. His assassination in Sarajevo precipitated Austria-Hungary's declaration of war against Serbia, which in turn triggered a series of events that resulted in Austria-Hungary's allies and Serbia's declaring war on each other, starting World War I.
Margaret S. Anderson was 33 years old when The Nineteenth Amendment to the United States Constitution was ratified, guaranteeing women's suffrage in America. The Nineteenth Amendment to the United States Constitution prohibits the states and the federal government from denying the right to vote to citizens of the United States on the basis of sex. It was adopted on August 18, 1920.
Margaret S. Anderson was 52 years old when World War II: Nazi Germany and Slovakia invade Poland, beginning the European phase of World War II. World War II, also known as the Second World War, was a global war that lasted from 1939 to 1945, although conflicts reflecting the ideological clash between what would become the Allied and Axis blocs began earlier. The vast majority of the world's countries—including all of the great powers—eventually formed two opposing military alliances: the Allies and the Axis. It was the most global war in history; it directly involved more than 100 million people from over 30 countries. In a state of total war, the major participants threw their entire economic, industrial, and scientific capabilities behind the war effort, blurring the distinction between civilian and military resources. World War II was the deadliest conflict in human history, marked by 50 to 85 million fatalities, most of whom were civilians in the Soviet Union and China. It included massacres, the genocide of the Holocaust, strategic bombing, premeditated death from starvation and disease and the only use of nuclear weapons in war.
Margaret S. Anderson died on 4 Jul 1941 at the age of 53
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