Mary Ann J Hall

Mary Ann J. Hall Obituary St. George-Mary Ann Jones Hall, 74, St. George, died at a local hospital Friday at 4:14 a.m. after a stroke. Born March 22, 1888, in Cedar City, to John James and Louisa Caroline Dover Jones. Married James A. Hall, in St. George Temple, Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints, March 2, 1909. Active Church member. Survivors: Husband, three sons, and five daughters, Faron Jam, Warren Dee, Mrs. Ora Larson, Mrs. Cleo Gentry, all ST. George; James Clifford, Pleasant Grove; Mrs. Zoretha Hoops, Fortuna, Calif.; Mrs. Rilla Davenport, Santa Monica, Calif.; Mrs. Audrey Ruesch, North Las Vegas, Nev.; 47 grandchildren, 37 great-grandchildren. Funeral services Monday 2 p.m. at the 2nd-8th Ward chapel. Friends may call at the Cannon Funeral Home Sunday evening, 7 to 8 p.m., and Monday 12 to 1:30 p.m. Burial St. George Cemetery. Services Held for Mary Ann Hall. Funeral services were held in the St. George 2nd-8th wards chapel, May 28, 1962 for Mary Ann Jones Hall 74. She died at the local hospital following a stroke, Friday, May 25. Mrs. Hall was born March 22, 1888 at Cedar City to John James Jones and Louisa Caroline Dover. Her parents and family moved to Enterprise, when she was a young girl. There she met and married James Arthur Hall, March 2, 1909 in the St. George Temple. They made their home at Enterprise until all their children were born. In 1929 the moved to Lehi, Utah and then American Fork, living there about 8 years. They then moved to Cedar City and bought a home there. Later they spent several years at Lovelock, Nevada where they were active in the LDS Church; helping to establish a small branch there. In 1947 they sold their home at Cedar City and came to St. George. Where they built a home near the temple. Since then they have both been engaged in doing temple work. Mrs. Hall was a member of the 4th Ward Relief Society and a faithful visiting teacher for many years. She is survived by her husband and family. She was the mother of eight children; 3 sons and 5 daughters: Feron Jay, Warren Dee, Mrs. Ora Larson, Mrs. Cleo Gentry of St. George, Mrs. ZoReatha Hoopes, Fortuna, Calif., Mrs. Rilla Davenport, Santa Monica, Calif., Mrs. Audrey Ruesch, North Las Vegas Nevada and James Clifford Hall, Pleasant Grove, Utah. Also 2 brothers and 5 sisters. She was also the grandmother of 48 grandchildren and 37 great grand-children. Memorial services held for her, Monday, May 28, 1962 was a beautiful and fitting tribute to the past life of one whose love, thoughtfulness and kindness had touched the lives of so many neighbors, friends, and relatives. Music at the Cannon Funeral Home by Ada Cannon. Prayer before the services was given by a nephew, William Paul Buys, Woods Cross, Utah. Funeral services were under the direction of the 4th ward bishopric, Willard Millne conducting Organ music by Sister Carrie B. Olsen. Opening prayer by Bishop Emerald Cox. Opening remarks by Bishop T. LaVoy Esplin. Song “Beyond the Sunset” sang by six granddaughters (sisters) by special request of their grandfather and grandmother before she passed away. Remarks by Charles L. Green a close family friend. A tribute “to Aunt Mary Ann” by a niece, Madge Hunt, Enterprise. Duel “In the Garden” Melba Baker and Mary Lue Schmutz. Remarks Bishop Ferron Bunker, Las Vegas, Nev. Song “You Were a Wonderful Mother,” Blain Johnson, Cedar City. Benediction, Chester Jones, a cousin. Dedication of the ground, Clynn Davenport, a son-in-law, Santa Monica, Calif. Pallbearers were grandsons: Douglas Hoopes, DeLoy Larson, Vance Davenport, Richard Ruesch, Scott Gentry and Shannon Davenport. Interment was in the St. George Cemetery. Cards of Thanks We wish to express our deep appreciation for the thoughtfulness and kindness shown by neighbors and friends after the death of our loved one, Mary Ann Hall. Thanks to all who showed their love and respect through floral tributes, cards and calls at the home. A special thanks to the 4th ward Relief Society for the luncheon which was prepared for the many relatives and friends from our of town who attended the Services. James A. Hall and Family

Written by Audrey HALL Ruesch, daughter of James Arthur HALL. I do hope I am not too late with this information about Grandma Hall. I am the Stake Music Chairman in our stake and have been in charge of music workshops, Ward Conferences, Stake Conference music, Leadership meetings, plus the care of Lyman, recuperating from cancer surgery, trying to be a farmer, gardening, irrigating, etc., for some silly reason I let this time slip by thinking, “tomorrow I’ll get it done”. Grandpa. Milking the cows and bringing the milk into the kitchen to separate. I can still see him out in the fields irrigating carrying the shovel over his shoulder. I remember the smell of yeast cake on his breath. I used to wonder what he was chewing. Mom told me he claimed that brewer’s yeast was good for you. (I tried it, got so I liked too). Grandpa always had a kind word and a loving pat for us. Grandma. I remember her loving arms, sweet smile, jolly laugh and her favorite statement, “I’ll swan”. I can’t remember of ever going there but what she would go to the old bread can under the table and find us a biscuit then shred it with homemade butter and jam. Her mashed potatoes and corn on the cob were “out of this world”. I remember her visiting with us when we lived in American Fork; She would gather up all the mending and darning and help mom “catch up”. She told me she loved the darn socks because it gave her time to think. (I was about 12 years old at the time & I couldn’t understand why she needed TIME to think, after I was married and had children and DARNED SOCKS then I KNEW.) Mom said when Grandma was fishing at the reservoir with grandpa and the boys, she always took a can of sardines along to be sure she “got her fish”. I remember helping her churn butter and helping separate the milk. I never wear an apron without thinking of her and mom, they were as essential as our shoes or socks. Mom told me of one incident that has always stood out in my mind of Grandma’s compassionate nature. At one time she took in a young girl who was in the “family way”, not married, some of the townspeople chastised her for this and grandma stated: “There, but for the Grace of God, go I.” This statement has helped me in my life in refraining from judging others and I have related the story to my kids and grand kids when they have needed the lesson. Madge, home to see you sometime this summer, our youngest daughter lives in Beryl Junction, her oldest daughter goes to school in Enterprise. We plan to spend a lot of time out there if all goes well, hope to see you at the reunion, Love, Audrey.

Written by a grandchild, William Henry's child. Louisa Caroline Dover February 8, 1867, in London Warwick, England. She was the fifth child in a family of 13, the daughter of William Henery and Mary Ann Newcomb Dover. Louisa was the youngest in the family at this time. Her mother and father had had to part with a baby girl, Julia Beatrice, and an infant son, Wallard, both children died soon after birth in 1866 and 69. When Louisa was about 2 years old, her father’s employer asked him what he would like to do best if he had the means to do it with. He said he would like to come to America if he had the money. So the man paid him the wages he owed him and then said he would let him have enough money to come to America. William Henry was able to come to America and get work. A few months later he sent for his family who met him in Patterson, New Jersey. When they arrived, Louisa was held up above the crowd and was able to find her father. While living in Patterson, New Jersey and in the state of New York, 3 children were born. The Dovers then came to Salt Lake City and then to Tooele, Utah, where 2 more children were born. The then moved to Cedar City, Utah, where William secured work and built a home for his family. By this time he had been able to save enough money to repay the loan he received before coming to America. Louisa lived with her Aunt Emily Tucker for a time. The family was a large one and each child had to do their share. When Louisa was ten years old, she used to go out tending children. She was paid fifty cents a week and her board. When a young girl, she meet John J. Jones. He had come to her home with one of her brothers. He was the son of John Lee and Rachel Simkins Jones. This young couple was married on June 4, 1884 in the St. George Temple. They made their home in Enoch, Iron County, Utah, where John’s family lived and where he had work. On March 26, 1885, a baby girl blessed their home. She was given the name of her mother, Louisa Caroline. Carrie, as she was known throughout her life, married Jefferson George Hunt on March 14, 1905 in the St. George Temple. To this union nine children were born. Uncle George passed away on May 10, 1951. Four of nine children are still living. Aunt Carrie lives alone in her home in Pleasant Grove, Utah, surrounded by a beautiful flower garden which she maintains herself at the age of 80. While still living in Enoch, Louisa and John Jones welcomed into their home their first son on July 19, 1886. He was given the name of his Grandfather Dover, William Henry. It is because of his devotion to his father and mother and his own interesting life story so accurately remembered and written by him, that I must give credit for much of this history. He is the father of 12 children, ten living at the writing of this history. His 2 lovely wives and two of his children have passed on. From this point, much of this history is taken from the life story of my father, William Henry Jones. In 1888 Louisa and John moved to Cedar where John worked for his father-in-law, as a tending mason and other work. This way he learned the plastering trade. While living in Cedar City, on March 12, 1888, their third child and second daughter was born. She was given the name of Mary Ann, after her Grandmother, Mary Ann Newcomb Dover. In 1908 she married a childhood sweetheart, James Arthur Hall, in the St. George Temple. They brought into this life five beautiful talented daughters and three sons. Mary Ann and Jim have both been called from this life, leaving behind them an outstanding posterity. In the fall of 1889, Louisa and John moved to Summit, Iron County, Utah, where their third daughter was born. She was named Rachel after her Grandmother, Rachel Simkins Jones. On June 12, 1911, she married John Bosshardt in the St. George Temple. She lived to bring eight little spirits into this world. Unfortunately she did not live to raise them to maturity, she passed away on April 27, 1930. 1892 brought another move for the Jones family. A shingle mill had opened in Circleville, calling for a job opportunity for John. With a team and wagon, loaded with their belongings, the family began their long move through Creek Canyon in the dead of winter. The hills were so steep and the snow so bad, that the horses were unable to pull the heavy load, so John unloaded part of the wagon and left some of the things. Getting to the top, John left Louisa and the children with some bedding and the little cook stove. He built a fire in the stove and then went back down to bring the rest of the load. In Circleville they lived in a log house. On May 6, 1893, Viola was born (to me, Aunt Viola has been the family’s “Florence Nightingale.” In times of sickness or trouble, she has always been there to help.) In March 1913, she married Angus Moss in the St. George Temple. Their life together on earth was only for a few months because he was called back home to his father in Heaven. On February 20, 1915, she married Dwane Canfield, to be her life long companion. They have raised seven children which are still living. They celebrated their 50th Wedding Anniversary on February 20, 1965 in Washington, Utah. Louisa and John left Circleville and moved back to Cedar. In the summer, on August 9, 1895, their fifth daughter was born. They named her Lillie Maud. She married Frank Slade, July 23, 1914, and they raised five children. One died while still very young. Uncle Frank passed away and several years later, Lillie Maud married Arch Graggerson. Hattie was born on September 22, 1898 in Hamblin Fort, Utah, where John had moved his family to take over a couple of farms. On February 11, 1919, Hattie married Heber Prisby in the St. George Temple. They have lived in Cedar, where all 7 of their children were born. In the fall of 1899 John got a job in Summit Canyon helping to build a shingle mill with his brothers, Sam and Issac Jones. The sourvous berries grew thick, Louisa and the children gathered them for canning. That fall, Louisa filled two 5 gallon cans of preserves and they had sourvous berry preserves all summer. In 1901 Harold was born. That September 18th must have been a joyful occasion. . Harold was the second son after having five daughters. Harold was married to Minnie Prisby December 10, 1923. To this union was born 3 children; one boy and two girls. Minnie’s health was very poor and the raising and training of the children rested on the shoulders of Harold. After the children were raised, Aunt Minnie died. Harold then married Nora Lester. They now live in Rockville, Utah. In the fall of 1901, a school teacher, Elick Rollo, told Louisa about Enterprise. He said they were selling land and letting people subscribe for water. Grandpa took a trip to Enterprise to look over the land and it’s possibilities. Some history is mentioned in the History of James Arthur Hall and Mary Ann Jones “Their Pioneer Days in Enterprise” written by Aunt Mary Ann Jones Hall in 1958 for her children: “Father (John) was well pleased over the Enterprise project, so it wasn’t long until we were on our way to a new country. Father sold our home in Cedar, put an old sheep wagon box on the wood rack with a place for the chickens and pigs built on the back and with two cows and a riding pony we were ready to leave. A very dear friend of fathers came to help us. This dear old gentleman was Grandfather William (as the children called him). He was one of the first fruit peddlers, peddling fruit, wine and molasses. He and his wife had come from England and settled at Toquerville. (I think a Mormon missionary had converted them and brought them here.) What a thrill it was for us kids when we drove out of Cedar on our way to a new place. But not such a thrill for Mother, as her health was not too good. Father put a pair of springs in the sheep-wagon and made her a bed. Our brother Harold was a baby, he was about 18 months old then. We left Cedar the last part of April 1903. The first day we traveled about eighteen miles camping at the old Mart Wilson Ranch. What fun it was! Taking turns riding the pony, driving the cows, then walking again. Uncle Will walked most of the way. Aunt Carrie was 17, Uncle Will 16 in September and I was 15 in March, so we weren’t “just kids” even if we did act that way on the trip. The second night we camped at the old castle below Pinto. By noon the next day we stopped for dinner on the edge of the desert. What a sight that was; for as far as you could see was nothing but gray sagebrush six to eight feet high. Coming from a little city with flowers and trees and green fields to this desert without a tree or anything but brush, jack-rabbits and a crooked trail for a road. Mother told us many times later that she felt she couldn’t take it. Then when we drove into the town there were twelve or fourteen houses scattered here and there with the tall brush between each one, we really felt like pioneers. When we stopped at the place father had arranged for us but the people hadn’t moved out and didn’t know when they could. So here we were out in the road with no place to go! Father had gotten acquainted with Grandpa and Grandma Hall and had told us all about this wonderful family so there was nothing left for us to do but to go up to their home where everyone was welcomed, and what a welcome we got. Grandma Hall came out with the sweet smile and arms open to take us in. Each one of us got a hug and kiss from her, it seemed like we had known her all our lives. I think Mother felt happier then she had since we left home. Grandma Hall said, “You just drove in, Brother Jones and unload, and we will clean out the little log-room and you can have it until we move up to Calf Spring Ranch for the summer, then you can have one of the other rooms.” So by night we were unloaded and the sheep-wagon box was set on poles for Mother and Dad’s room and a tent was set us for us children. We cooked and ate in the little log room. My father William H. tells in his history about cutting corncorn of shares. He said they would take some bread and find a few soft ears of corn and eat them with their bread dunked in water. They began clearing a piece of land and built them a nice little home. The coming spring, Louisa and her oldest son Will made a trip back to Cedar for some shade trees, current and gooseberry bushes, flower cuttings and seeds. Later Louise got some fruit trees. All this helped to beautify the home. Grandma was a lover of beautiful flowers and trees. (Her sons and daughter also are. As you visit their homes, you will find the same beauty that always surrounded Grandma and Grandpas home where ever they lived. On January 10, 1906 Vivian was born. My father tells about going to Pine Valley for the mid-wife Grandma Snow, as she was called. She stayed for a few days to care for Louisa before returning to Pine Valley. Viv married Even T. Williams September 1905. They have had the privilege of bringing into the world one boy and two girls. Three years after the birth of Vivian, on May 5, Francis was born. He was their last child. At the age of 19, Francis had a Mastoid operation but could not survive. This was a sad loss for the family. Through the 61 years of Louisa’s married life she had been as “Angle of Mercy” to her husband and children through their illnesses and heartaches. On March 21, 1908, Will and his first wife, Amanda Hunt had their first baby, a boy. The baby lived only until about two mounths. One of the most critical times for their life was in 1914. Several members of the family came down with typhoid fever. Louise had been the only one that hadn’t taken the fever. She had been waiting on the rest of the family, when word was received that Viola’s husband, Angus had died with lead poisoning. Louise was the only one of the family able to go to the funeral. In 1929 Louise and John and some of their married children moved to American Fork to find employment. They bought a little home there and lived there until about 1935 or 36. In June, 1934, they celebrated their Golden Wedding. All their children and most of the grandchildren were there. As part of the celebration, a picnic was held in American Fork Canyon. In the evening we met at Carrie and George’s home in Lehi and had a lovely program and home-made ice cream. What a wonderful day that was. then moved to St. George, Utah to work in the temple. Amanda, Will’s oldest daughter, went to St. George to work, and stayed a short time with Louisa and John. She tells of the following about her remembrance of Grandma. “I remember Grandma’s lovely flower garden in St. George on 1st South and 2nd East. Among her flowers were petrified rocks to add interest. Their home on 3rd West was adobe. Grandpa kept it whitewashed. There was a little path all around it. Grapevines covered the face and their was plenty of shade. Grandma would help him paint and fix up the house. She made curtains from scraps and added now oil cloth to the kitchen table. “She made many of her own dresses. She was very modest. If her dresses had short sleeves, she would get material and lengthen them below her elbow. I remember her navy blue suit she wore with a foundation garment, it made her figure neat and trim as a young girl. “Grandma was a lover of beauty, orderliness, and cleanliness. This is a characteristic of the Dover family. It had been stated; anyone going to Cedar could go around town and pick out a Dover yard and home from the beautiful well kept buildings and yards. Grandma makes the statement of her mother and sister, if they found a flower growing out of place, they scolded it as if it could understand that it was out of order.” John’s health because bad and they moved to Cedar. They lived in part of Mary Ann’s home and on July 27, 1938, John passed away. That summer, my father and my brother Dee, (William Dover) built Louisa a little home on 5th West 184 North in Cedar City, where she spent her last days. On April 2, 1945, she left this earth to go back home and join her companion for eternity.

Written by Mary Ann JONES 25 December 1958 Titled: A Little History of our First Pioneer Days Marry Christmas to you all. December 25, 1958 I will try and write a little sketch of the first pioneers of Enterprise. Also some pictures of your family record. This picture is your father’s first home. The little log part was the first place built in Enterprise when your father was about five yours old. His father, William Wesley Hall moved from Escalente and settled at a little town of Hebron about six miles up the canyon from Enterprise. That was his first school days. There were about twelve or fourteen families in this little place starting ranches. As the years went by the flood began to wash the land away. Brother Orson Huntsman (one of the ranchers) stood up in his covered wagon and looked down over the vast desert, in his minds eye he could see what a beautiful place this desert could make for farms and homes, if the water was reservoired. There was a wonderful place to build one about, twelve miles west, where the little Pine Valley water could be held in the narrows and be brought onto this desert. So after ten years of talking and dreaming up this project Brother Huntsman filed on three hundred and twenty acres of this land, where Enterprise lies today. Then in the year of 1891 he hired Isaac C. MacFarlane, from St. George, to come and help survey a town sight of one hundred and twenty lots. Then advertized this new project as far and wide as they could in those days. He gave it the name of Enterprise. As the people began to came in from different parts of the country to help settle this little place he sold the city lots for $9 per lot, $2.5 as down payment. Today some of the lots sell for $500. When the people began to settle in this new community they decided to build the reservoir. They took stock in it for their pay. Your grandfather Hall went down and took up a homestead about one mile west of Enterprise and the above little picket log room was their first home. With a sheep wagon he moved his family into this on April 6, 1896. His family then consisted of nine children. Later they made adobes and built on the two rooms. This was their home of many years. This home was also used for all public gatherings. Grandfather Hall organized a choir and this was where they practiced. As the work began on the dam help was asked from all the surrounding towns to come and bring their teams, plows, scrapers, etc. and help put this project over, than take up farming and share in the water. At this time my father, John James Jones, with his family was living in Cedar City. Father wanted some land for farming and being a good mason, blacksmith, carpenter and master of all trades he decided to go out and look the Enterprise project over. He took his oldest son with him. Father was well pleased over the county and the dam sight. So he went back and worked on it for a few weeks, while he was there he made arrangements for a couple of rooms until he could build. So it wasn’t long until we were on our way to a new country. Father sold our home in Cedar, put an old sheep wagon box on the wood rack with a place for the chickens and pigs built on the back; with two cows and a riding pony we were ready to leave. A very dear friend of father’s came to help us. This dear old gentleman was grandfather Williams (as we children called him). He was one of the first fruit peddlers, peddling fruit, wine, and molasses. He and his wife had come from England and settled at Toquerville. (I think a Mormon missionary had converted them and brought them here). They didn’t have any children as I know of. He used to stay at Mother and Dad’s when he would bring up his fruit. He would peddle his fruit as far up as Parowan, Summit, Enoch and Cedar City. There was one time I will never forget, Dad had rented a farm for a year or so at Hamilton Fort. When fall came Grandpa Williams would make his last trip up and bring drying fruit, wine and molasses. He brought his wife to stay with us while he went on to sell his load, which would take several days. I was about nine years old then but how thrilled we kids were when we could see his old covered wagon turn down our lane, we know he would have something for all of us. When Grandma Williams came this time (it was the last time we ever saw her as she soon after passed away). I still can see a picture in my mind, when evening would come and we kids had our chores done and supper was over we would sit around the fireplace and listen to the stories Grandma Williams would tell of her life as she helped Mother knit stockings for us kids, she could knit so fast you couldn’t see the needle go. I used to thing that was the most thrilling thing one could do. I hoped someday I could learn, which I did. Sometimes Father would get out his accordion and play for us. After we moved back to Cedar City, Grandma Williams died. Grandpa Williams kept peddling his fruit and when Father was ready to move out to Enterprise he came up to help us. Two wagons held all of our belongings. What a thrill it was for us kids when we drove out of Cedar on our way to a new place. But not such a thrill for Mother, as her health was not too good. Father put a pair of springs in the sheep-wagon and made her a bed. Our brother Harold was a baby, he was about 18 months old then. We left Cedar the last part of April 1903. The first day we traveled about eighteen miles camping at the old Mart Wilson Ranch. What fun it was! Taking turns riding the pony, driving the cows, then walking again. Uncle Will walked most of the way. Aunt Carrie was 17, Uncle Will 16 in September and I was 15 in March, so we weren’t “just kids” even if we did act that way on the trip. The second night we camped at the old castle below Pinto. By noon the next day we stopped for dinner on the edge of the desert. What a sight that was; for as far as you could see was nothing but gray sagebrush six to eight feet high. Coming from a little city with flowers and trees and green fields to this desert without a tree or anything but brush, jack-rabbits and a crooked trail for a road. Mother told us many times later that she felt she couldn’t take it. Then when we drove into the town there were twelve or fourteen houses scattered here and there with the tall brush between each one, we really felt like pioneers. When we stopped at the place father had arranged for us but the people hadn’t moved out and didn’t know when they could. So here we were out in the road with no place to go! Father had gotten acquainted with Grandpa and Grandma Hall and had told us all about this wonderful family so there was nothing left for us to do but to go up to their home where everyone was welcomed, and what a welcome we got. Grandma Hall came out with the sweet smile and arms open to take us in. Each one of us got a hug and kiss from her, it seemed like we had known her all our lives. I think Mother felt happier then she had since we left home. Grandma Hall said, “You just drove in, Brother Jones and unload, and we will clean out the little log-room and you can have it until we move up to Calf Spring Ranch for the summer, then you can have one of the other rooms.” So by night we were unloaded and the sheep-wagon box was set on poles for Mother and Dad’s room and a tent was set us for us children. We cooked and ate in the little log room. For several days this little happy place held nineteen parents and their children. This little cabin was not only your Father’s first home in Enterprise but also you Mother’s. The next day was the first time I meet your Father. I think it was love at first sight. There was never any one that seemed so nice and there never had been or will be. There were about fourteen or sixteen young people in the little community at this time and the next night they all got together and come up to welcome we four into the crowd. The same bunch from fourteen to nineteen years old had such lovely times playing games and burning brush at night; roasting corn and potatoes in the fires. We had arrived at our new home on the first of May, what a May Day that was, one many of us will never forget. By fall we had cleared off our lot and built us two rooms in town. Father and Uncle Will took two teams and went to the Parowan saw mill to bring in the lumber, that was a 2 ½ day drive there, it took about a week to make the trip and get the lumber out. Then we made our adobes with the help of the children. The town people would put in a few hours and by the time school started in October we were moved in our first home. Warm and cozy by the fireplace and a cook stove in the living room. Dad lined it with the adobes then plastered it. Mother got lime and whitened the walls and with a home woven carpet on the floor it was really a welcomed place for all. Dad laid a floor in the loft to put three beds for us older children. With candle in hand, each night we would climb the ladder to our beds. What a thrill it was to climb on the new shucks that we had just shucked from the corn. When we would come home from fire parties, from burning brush off our land and other lands, that old shuck bed would feel like the best bed I have every slept in, we would lay thinking or talking over the evening fun we had and often hear the old clock strike off the hours was a thrill. Often Father would call up to us and soon we would shut our mouths and to sleep. When Christmas came, what fun we had getting ready for it. The first Christmas tree we had was the second year after we moved there, but they always had one at the public building, That was used for church, school and all our recreation, how we used to dance! Our orchester was Uncle Amos’s fiddle or a harmonica played by your dad, and sometimes by the little organ. This church building wasn’t yet finished when we moved there but wasn’t long after until it was plastered and with two flues built in, one in each end of the room, so to keep the room warm enough. By this time Apostle Antone Ivins had taken up land and brought in good breeding stock, both cows and horses. He donated the money for the pot-bellied stoves for this building. After it was plastered it was a lovely sight. It was all finished in 1898-99. By this time the place was large enough that we could organize as a branch from Hebron Ward. Under the leadership of George A. Hold as Bishop, Grandpa Hall was chosen as President Elder on May 1, 1898. The first Enterprise Sunday School was conducted by Eligah T. Adair (Aunt Millies’ Father); the first Relief Society was conducted by A. Lidia Warsor; the first primary was organized in 1902 with Lucy Hoty Aider; (Aunt Millie’s Mother) as president; the first Y.W.M.I.A. President was Minnie Oakden; A.P. Winsor was the first President of the Y.M.M.I.A. This was the beginning of the town of Enterprise, now it is the third largest town in Washington County. We were married in 1909. The dam wasn’t completer and they didn’t have the cash to go on with it. Anthony W. Ivins, then a member of the quorum of Twelve Apostles of our Church, had for some time watched with interest the progress made on the dam. He investigated the valley possibilities and decided they were good; in the spring of 1909; it looked the bleakest to the share-holders in the Reservoir and Canal Company, he came forth with $7500 cash in exchange for which then expected one thousand shares, this is when he took up land about two miles northeast of town, then turned it over to his three sons; Antone, R.H. Grant, and Stanley. They built homes and Antone was the first to bring his wife there. After Grant came home from his mission he married and settled there also. You Dad used to go fishing with them and the first fishing reel that was ever brought into Enterprise, President Ivins brought. When he left to go back to Salt Lake City he gave it to your Dad, and Dad gave him all of the fish he had cought to take back to Salt Lake with him. In the later part of the summer after we were married we moved up to the dam to help finish it up. What fun it was, so many families came up, pitched their tents by the big rocks and trees, some even cleaned out caves to put in their eats and beds. What a happy bunch we were when the men said tomorrow the dam will be finished. So Brother Orson Huntsman’s dream and efforts had come true. When a grateful group we all were to Brother Ivins. When he came down to see how his sons were doing he brought the most wonderful up-lifting spirit and always praised us for the wonderful progress we were making. We all felt like he was the Father of Enterprise; He kindly advise and spiritual blessing did much to boseter the courage of us struggling pioneers. By this time the town of Hebron had been advised by the church leaders to leave their homes and move down to Enterprise as the summer floods had taken most of their land and a bad earthquake and shaken and destroyed many of their buildings. So the town soon doubled in size and was reorganized. It never was the same after that, no more just one big family. Now that it is Christmas time again I would like to tell of one Christmas after the second church building was finished, that was a thrill to the people of Enterprise. Some three hundred children were in church on Christmas morning when Brother Ivins proved a very generous Santa Clara, who visited them in Sunday School for he placed in each outstretched had a bag of precious candy. These are only a few little acts of kindness’ that has earned for President Ivins a place high up on the town’s roll of honor and more important still; a special corner in the hearts of many people who call him a needed friend and father. Our last home in Enterprise was the little Ivins first home. We lived in it one summer while dad worked on his farm after the Ivins had sold out. Later it was moved up on our lot just across the street from the new school buildings. We felt very close to the Ivins family. I hope and pray that you all will have a grand Christmas as we did in these good old pioneer days and this picture will be treasured by all. The two couples standing here back of the house is Uncle John and Aunt Mary Agger and their first baby; Aunt Millie and Uncle Ed Hall and their first baby. They also lived there together, after we moved out. It had held many a crowd and homed so many people. My love and prayer be with you always, Mother Hall and Dad Hall. Written by Mary Ann Hall.

My mother quaint wisdom did not disappear. I find myself quoting it, holding it dear, And oft, lying wakeful, while memory grogls, I smile in the darkness of strange little phrases At times just a small word may serve as reminder Or over a teacup I suddenly find her, Especially on days when fragrances woke Remembrance that halos her applesauce coke; And sometimes my sisters and I reminisce, Recalling the way she said that-and this- Warm little stories where wistfulness hid, Lovingly mimicking things that she did; Laughter provoking, gloom-dispelling, Tales that grow dearer with each retelling, For my Mother’s presence is still in the air; It lives in her daughters and keeps them aware That theirs is a heritage having it’s start With the warmth of a Mother who lives from the heart. Picture: Mary Ann Jones December 1961 Audrey Hall Ruesch, daughter, “Many times we could find mother just like this.”

By a niece Madge Alger Hunt May 28, 1962. Isn’t it wonderful that God was so wise As to form this plan of release; That after our mission on earth is complete We can dwell in that heavenly peace. The only sad thing is the sorrow we feel As having to bid them adieu, But the memories we share make it less hard to bear, As scenes of the past we review. Down memories lane I get a glimpse of her now, Just the way she seemed long ago, When we, as young ones, would crawl ‘neath the fence And run to her door for your cheery “hello.” As we were as welcome as one of her own, Thought ever so often we came, Our homes were as one, both through shadow or sun, No matter which place, we were treated the same. Even at night fall we couldn’t be parted, As she’d snugly tuck us in bed, She’d find part of our brude mangled with hers As she counted each tousled head. I can still hear her chuckle, as in days gone by, When we’d stage our pranks and our shows, While dressed up in garbs obtained from the attic, And she, with my mom, as our audience would poss. They’d laugh like mad at the crazy shows That we would try to play, And make us feel we were truly actors Straight from old Broadway. Her sense of humor was seldom surpassed, She could make a good joke of mistakes, And always was one to join in the fun, For being just super she had what it takes. And as for her patience, we really did try it, With our paper dolls by the score Bedecking her organ, her dresser and table And a paper doll carpet all over the floor. I know there were times when her patience ran thin, And she’d liked to have boxed all our ears, But merely instead, we’d get a pat on the head And a kiss on the cheek would banish all fears. And her handwork was such as would take a first prize In any a contest or fair; Her ruffled lace doilies trimming the home And draping the back of the old easy chair. And the dainty nick-nacks were arranged just right On each little corner and shelf, Giving a fairy like touch to the place As if dwelling there were some tiny elf. She had a gift the I always admired, Aside from her crocheting, tatting and such, That talent of taking an old worn out dress And creating it new with her magic touch. I wondered , at times, as I’d watch her sew What she could make of that rag, But she’d dress it with lace and press it in place And turn out a piece for designers to brag. How they loved their garden, their flowers and shrubs, Both she and dear Uncle Jim, Their yards always blooming with fragrance so sweet That each passer by felt they had to drop in. They both had that sociable, loving way Which seemed to entice you to come; Her greeting might be--”Why you darned old snoop.” Or--”Come on in, you old son of a gun.” The time and the talents of this dearly loved pair Was shared wher’er they would be, For hadn’t our Savior said unto all, “Who does it to others do it to me.” Countless souls have been make to rejoice, Even in heaven above, By the labors performed In the house of the Lord, Through their untiring service of love. No wonder the Lord called her back to His home, For she was an angel on earth, He knew all her virtues, He knew her few faults, And knew that up there she could be of great worth. And isn’t it like her to go on ahead The she can make ready the way, While we are left here with each memory and tear “Till we meet her up there on that great welcomed day. And we’ll find her smiling that same sweet smile Waiting to welcome in Those she had loved and left behind, Especially Uncle Jim. Surely their joys will be multiplies, For God’s reward they will see, As they continue their life side by side Into Eternity.

Hall Family Newsletter August 12, 1987 THE OLD CHAIR Up in the attic the other day I chanced to see an old chair, It was antique in every way It's cushion less seat was bare, Twas given to Grandma so long ago. At her wedding it held such charm, And now the spiders had spun a web 'Cross the back and from arm to arm. In vision I saw it as long ago When once it held with pride, A lovely, graceful, ruffle trimmed miss Who had just become a bride. Some time later, a year perhaps A memory I longed to keep, As this same young girl, a mother now, Rocked her babe to sleep. How many times I wondered then Had it hushed a small child's cry? Rocking slowly to and fro' Keeping time to some lullabies. How many different toweled heads Had knelt there beside this chair? Repeating sweetly through baby lips A mother's soft spoken prayer. Then day after day and year after year When the children had gone away, A small wrinkled hand rested on each arm And it's back held a head of grey. This chair had become a part of her It had known every joy and strife, And it started to squeak in a soothing way Through the last days of her life. I reached for its arm and I wanted to sit Within its space so old, But it seemed to resent my quick desire It was she that it wished to hold. So I left it alone and I touched it not, But looked back from the top of the stair, I could smell the lilac, then saw her face, She was sitting and rocking there. Love, Dixie Bryant

We were engaged for maybe a month. I met him on April 20th. He came to my birthday party May 2nd. We knew right away that we wanted to be married. I remember going to the courthouse and getting our marriage license. Then we went to Virgin to tell Lyman's folks. The Hall's were on vacation, and when they returned we went to tell them. They were in bed when we arrived. We told them we got married and mom said, "You wouldn't have done it if we would have been here." I said, "I know, that is why we did it." Dad said, "That's the smartest thing you ever did, now you got your sleeping license, you can go to the temple and get married." We lived with my mom and dad for awhile. My Uncle Fred Petterman had a ranch in Cedar City and he had a little house next to the ranch and let us live there, it had 2 rooms.

Written by Audrey HALL Ruesch, daughter of James Arthur HALL. I do hope I am not too late with this information about Grandma Hall. I am the Stake Music Chairman in our stake and have been in charge of music workshops, Ward Conferences, Stake Conference music, Leadership meetings, plus the care of Lyman, recuperating from cancer surgery, trying to be a farmer, gardening, irrigating, etc., for some silly reason I let this time slip by thinking, “tomorrow I’ll get it done”. Grandpa. Milking the cows and bringing the milk into the kitchen to separate. I can still see him out in the fields irrigating carrying the shovel over his shoulder. I remember the smell of yeast cake on his breath. I used to wonder what he was chewing. Mom told me he claimed that brewer’s yeast was good for you. (I tried it, got so I liked too). Grandpa always had a kind word and a loving pat for us. Grandma. I remember her loving arms, sweet smile, jolly laugh and her favorite statement, “I’ll swan”. I can’t remember of ever going there but what she would go to the old bread can under the table and find us a biscuit then shred it with homemade butter and jam. Her mashed potatoes and corn on the cob were “out of this world”. I remember her visiting with us when we lived in American Fork; She would gather up all the mending and darning and help mom “catch up”. She told me she loved the darn socks because it gave her time to think. (I was about 12 years old at the time & I couldn’t understand why she needed TIME to think, after I was married and had children and DARNED SOCKS then I KNEW.) Mom said when Grandma was fishing at the reservoir with grandpa and the boys, she always took a can of sardines along to be sure she “got her fish”. I remember helping her churn butter and helping separate the milk. I never wear an apron without thinking of her and mom, they were as essential as our shoes or socks. Mom told me of one incident that has always stood out in my mind of Grandma’s compassionate nature. At one time she took in a young girl who was in the “family way”, not married, some of the townspeople chastised her for this and grandma stated: “There, but for the Grace of God, go I.” This statement has helped me in my life in refraining from judging others and I have related the story to my kids and grand kids when they have needed the lesson. Madge, home to see you sometime this summer, our youngest daughter lives in Beryl Junction, her oldest daughter goes to school in Enterprise. We plan to spend a lot of time out there if all goes well, hope to see you at the reunion, Love, Audrey.

Written by Mary Ann JONES 25 December 1958 Titled: A Little History of our First Pioneer Days Marry Christmas to you all. December 25, 1958 I will try and write a little sketch of the first pioneers of Enterprise. Also some pictures of your family record. This picture is your father’s first home. The little log part was the first place built in Enterprise when your father was about five yours old. His father, William Wesley Hall moved from Escalente and settled at a little town of Hebron about six miles up the canyon from Enterprise. That was his first school days. There were about twelve or fourteen families in this little place starting ranches. As the years went by the flood began to wash the land away. Brother Orson Huntsman (one of the ranchers) stood up in his covered wagon and looked down over the vast desert, in his minds eye he could see what a beautiful place this desert could make for farms and homes, if the water was reservoired. There was a wonderful place to build one about, twelve miles west, where the little Pine Valley water could be held in the narrows and be brought onto this desert. So after ten years of talking and dreaming up this project Brother Huntsman filed on three hundred and twenty acres of this land, where Enterprise lies today. Then in the year of 1891 he hired Isaac C. MacFarlane, from St. George, to come and help survey a town sight of one hundred and twenty lots. Then advertized this new project as far and wide as they could in those days. He gave it the name of Enterprise. As the people began to came in from different parts of the country to help settle this little place he sold the city lots for $9 per lot, $2.5 as down payment. Today some of the lots sell for $500. When the people began to settle in this new community they decided to build the reservoir. They took stock in it for their pay. Your grandfather Hall went down and took up a homestead about one mile west of Enterprise and the above little picket log room was their first home. With a sheep wagon he moved his family into this on April 6, 1896. His family then consisted of nine children. Later they made adobes and built on the two rooms. This was their home of many years. This home was also used for all public gatherings. Grandfather Hall organized a choir and this was where they practiced. As the work began on the dam help was asked from all the surrounding towns to come and bring their teams, plows, scrapers, etc. and help put this project over, than take up farming and share in the water. At this time my father, John James Jones, with his family was living in Cedar City. Father wanted some land for farming and being a good mason, blacksmith, carpenter and master of all trades he decided to go out and look the Enterprise project over. He took his oldest son with him. Father was well pleased over the county and the dam sight. So he went back and worked on it for a few weeks, while he was there he made arrangements for a couple of rooms until he could build. So it wasn’t long until we were on our way to a new country. Father sold our home in Cedar, put an old sheep wagon box on the wood rack with a place for the chickens and pigs built on the back; with two cows and a riding pony we were ready to leave. A very dear friend of father’s came to help us. This dear old gentleman was grandfather Williams (as we children called him). He was one of the first fruit peddlers, peddling fruit, wine, and molasses. He and his wife had come from England and settled at Toquerville. (I think a Mormon missionary had converted them and brought them here). They didn’t have any children as I know of. He used to stay at Mother and Dad’s when he would bring up his fruit. He would peddle his fruit as far up as Parowan, Summit, Enoch and Cedar City. There was one time I will never forget, Dad had rented a farm for a year or so at Hamilton Fort. When fall came Grandpa Williams would make his last trip up and bring drying fruit, wine and molasses. He brought his wife to stay with us while he went on to sell his load, which would take several days. I was about nine years old then but how thrilled we kids were when we could see his old covered wagon turn down our lane, we know he would have something for all of us. When Grandma Williams came this time (it was the last time we ever saw her as she soon after passed away). I still can see a picture in my mind, when evening would come and we kids had our chores done and supper was over we would sit around the fireplace and listen to the stories Grandma Williams would tell of her life as she helped Mother knit stockings for us kids, she could knit so fast you couldn’t see the needle go. I used to thing that was the most thrilling thing one could do. I hoped someday I could learn, which I did. Sometimes Father would get out his accordion and play for us. After we moved back to Cedar City, Grandma Williams died. Grandpa Williams kept peddling his fruit and when Father was ready to move out to Enterprise he came up to help us. Two wagons held all of our belongings. What a thrill it was for us kids when we drove out of Cedar on our way to a new place. But not such a thrill for Mother, as her health was not too good. Father put a pair of springs in the sheep-wagon and made her a bed. Our brother Harold was a baby, he was about 18 months old then. We left Cedar the last part of April 1903. The first day we traveled about eighteen miles camping at the old Mart Wilson Ranch. What fun it was! Taking turns riding the pony, driving the cows, then walking again. Uncle Will walked most of the way. Aunt Carrie was 17, Uncle Will 16 in September and I was 15 in March, so we weren’t “just kids” even if we did act that way on the trip. The second night we camped at the old castle below Pinto. By noon the next day we stopped for dinner on the edge of the desert. What a sight that was; for as far as you could see was nothing but gray sagebrush six to eight feet high. Coming from a little city with flowers and trees and green fields to this desert without a tree or anything but brush, jack-rabbits and a crooked trail for a road. Mother told us many times later that she felt she couldn’t take it. Then when we drove into the town there were twelve or fourteen houses scattered here and there with the tall brush between each one, we really felt like pioneers. When we stopped at the place father had arranged for us but the people hadn’t moved out and didn’t know when they could. So here we were out in the road with no place to go! Father had gotten acquainted with Grandpa and Grandma Hall and had told us all about this wonderful family so there was nothing left for us to do but to go up to their home where everyone was welcomed, and what a welcome we got. Grandma Hall came out with the sweet smile and arms open to take us in. Each one of us got a hug and kiss from her, it seemed like we had known her all our lives. I think Mother felt happier then she had since we left home. Grandma Hall said, “You just drove in, Brother Jones and unload, and we will clean out the little log-room and you can have it until we move up to Calf Spring Ranch for the summer, then you can have one of the other rooms.” So by night we were unloaded and the sheep-wagon box was set on poles for Mother and Dad’s room and a tent was set us for us children. We cooked and ate in the little log room. For several days this little happy place held nineteen parents and their children. This little cabin was not only your Father’s first home in Enterprise but also you Mother’s. The next day was the first time I meet your Father. I think it was love at first sight. There was never any one that seemed so nice and there never had been or will be. There were about fourteen or sixteen young people in the little community at this time and the next night they all got together and come up to welcome we four into the crowd. The same bunch from fourteen to nineteen years old had such lovely times playing games and burning brush at night; roasting corn and potatoes in the fires. We had arrived at our new home on the first of May, what a May Day that was, one many of us will never forget. By fall we had cleared off our lot and built us two rooms in town. Father and Uncle Will took two teams and went to the Parowan saw mill to bring in the lumber, that was a 2 ½ day drive there, it took about a week to make the trip and get the lumber out. Then we made our adobes with the help of the children. The town people would put in a few hours and by the time school started in October we were moved in our first home. Warm and cozy by the fireplace and a cook stove in the living room. Dad lined it with the adobes then plastered it. Mother got lime and whitened the walls and with a home woven carpet on the floor it was really a welcomed place for all. Dad laid a floor in the loft to put three beds for us older children. With candle in hand, each night we would climb the ladder to our beds. What a thrill it was to climb on the new shucks that we had just shucked from the corn. When we would come home from fire parties, from burning brush off our land and other lands, that old shuck bed would feel like the best bed I have every slept in, we would lay thinking or talking over the evening fun we had and often hear the old clock strike off the hours was a thrill. Often Father would call up to us and soon we would shut our mouths and to sleep. When Christmas came, what fun we had getting ready for it. The first Christmas tree we had was the second year after we moved there, but they always had one at the public building, That was used for church, school and all our recreation, how we used to dance! Our orchester was Uncle Amos’s fiddle or a harmonica played by your dad, and sometimes by the little organ. This church building wasn’t yet finished when we moved there but wasn’t long after until it was plastered and with two flues built in, one in each end of the room, so to keep the room warm enough. By this time Apostle Antone Ivins had taken up land and brought in good breeding stock, both cows and horses. He donated the money for the pot-bellied stoves for this building. After it was plastered it was a lovely sight. It was all finished in 1898-99. By this time the place was large enough that we could organize as a branch from Hebron Ward. Under the leadership of George A. Hold as Bishop, Grandpa Hall was chosen as President Elder on May 1, 1898. The first Enterprise Sunday School was conducted by Eligah T. Adair (Aunt Millies’ Father); the first Relief Society was conducted by A. Lidia Warsor; the first primary was organized in 1902 with Lucy Hoty Aider; (Aunt Millie’s Mother) as president; the first Y.W.M.I.A. President was Minnie Oakden; A.P. Winsor was the first President of the Y.M.M.I.A. This was the beginning of the town of Enterprise, now it is the third largest town in Washington County. We were married in 1909. The dam wasn’t completer and they didn’t have the cash to go on with it. Anthony W. Ivins, then a member of the quorum of Twelve Apostles of our Church, had for some time watched with interest the progress made on the dam. He investigated the valley possibilities and decided they were good; in the spring of 1909; it looked the bleakest to the share-holders in the Reservoir and Canal Company, he came forth with $7500 cash in exchange for which then expected one thousand shares, this is when he took up land about two miles northeast of town, then turned it over to his three sons; Antone, R.H. Grant, and Stanley. They built homes and Antone was the first to bring his wife there. After Grant came home from his mission he married and settled there also. You Dad used to go fishing with them and the first fishing reel that was ever brought into Enterprise, President Ivins brought. When he left to go back to Salt Lake City he gave it to your Dad, and Dad gave him all of the fish he had cought to take back to Salt Lake with him. In the later part of the summer after we were married we moved up to the dam to help finish it up. What fun it was, so many families came up, pitched their tents by the big rocks and trees, some even cleaned out caves to put in their eats and beds. What a happy bunch we were when the men said tomorrow the dam will be finished. So Brother Orson Huntsman’s dream and efforts had come true. When a grateful group we all were to Brother Ivins. When he came down to see how his sons were doing he brought the most wonderful up-lifting spirit and always praised us for the wonderful progress we were making. We all felt like he was the Father of Enterprise; He kindly advise and spiritual blessing did much to boseter the courage of us struggling pioneers. By this time the town of Hebron had been advised by the church leaders to leave their homes and move down to Enterprise as the summer floods had taken most of their land and a bad earthquake and shaken and destroyed many of their buildings. So the town soon doubled in size and was reorganized. It never was the same after that, no more just one big family. Now that it is Christmas time again I would like to tell of one Christmas after the second church building was finished, that was a thrill to the people of Enterprise. Some three hundred children were in church on Christmas morning when Brother Ivins proved a very generous Santa Clara, who visited them in Sunday School for he placed in each outstretched had a bag of precious candy. These are only a few little acts of kindness’ that has earned for President Ivins a place high up on the town’s roll of honor and more important still; a special corner in the hearts of many people who call him a needed friend and father. Our last home in Enterprise was the little Ivins first home. We lived in it one summer while dad worked on his farm after the Ivins had sold out. Later it was moved up on our lot just across the street from the new school buildings. We felt very close to the Ivins family. I hope and pray that you all will have a grand Christmas as we did in these good old pioneer days and this picture will be treasured by all. The two couples standing here back of the house is Uncle John and Aunt Mary Agger and their first baby; Aunt Millie and Uncle Ed Hall and their first baby. They also lived there together, after we moved out. It had held many a crowd and homed so many people. My love and prayer be with you always, Mother Hall and Dad Hall. Written by Mary Ann Hall.

My mother quaint wisdom did not disappear. I find myself quoting it, holding it dear, And oft, lying wakeful, while memory grogls, I smile in the darkness of strange little phrases At times just a small word may serve as reminder Or over a teacup I suddenly find her, Especially on days when fragrances woke Remembrance that halos her applesauce coke; And sometimes my sisters and I reminisce, Recalling the way she said that-and this- Warm little stories where wistfulness hid, Lovingly mimicking things that she did; Laughter provoking, gloom-dispelling, Tales that grow dearer with each retelling, For my Mother’s presence is still in the air; It lives in her daughters and keeps them aware That theirs is a heritage having it’s start With the warmth of a Mother who lives from the heart. Picture: Mary Ann Jones December 1961 Audrey Hall Ruesch, daughter, “Many times we could find mother just like this.”

By a niece Madge Alger Hunt May 28, 1962. Isn’t it wonderful that God was so wise As to form this plan of release; That after our mission on earth is complete We can dwell in that heavenly peace. The only sad thing is the sorrow we feel As having to bid them adieu, But the memories we share make it less hard to bear, As scenes of the past we review. Down memories lane I get a glimpse of her now, Just the way she seemed long ago, When we, as young ones, would crawl ‘neath the fence And run to her door for your cheery “hello.” As we were as welcome as one of her own, Thought ever so often we came, Our homes were as one, both through shadow or sun, No matter which place, we were treated the same. Even at night fall we couldn’t be parted, As she’d snugly tuck us in bed, She’d find part of our brude mangled with hers As she counted each tousled head. I can still hear her chuckle, as in days gone by, When we’d stage our pranks and our shows, While dressed up in garbs obtained from the attic, And she, with my mom, as our audience would poss. They’d laugh like mad at the crazy shows That we would try to play, And make us feel we were truly actors Straight from old Broadway. Her sense of humor was seldom surpassed, She could make a good joke of mistakes, And always was one to join in the fun, For being just super she had what it takes. And as for her patience, we really did try it, With our paper dolls by the score Bedecking her organ, her dresser and table And a paper doll carpet all over the floor. I know there were times when her patience ran thin, And she’d liked to have boxed all our ears, But merely instead, we’d get a pat on the head And a kiss on the cheek would banish all fears. And her handwork was such as would take a first prize In any a contest or fair; Her ruffled lace doilies trimming the home And draping the back of the old easy chair. And the dainty nick-nacks were arranged just right On each little corner and shelf, Giving a fairy like touch to the place As if dwelling there were some tiny elf. She had a gift the I always admired, Aside from her crocheting, tatting and such, That talent of taking an old worn out dress And creating it new with her magic touch. I wondered , at times, as I’d watch her sew What she could make of that rag, But she’d dress it with lace and press it in place And turn out a piece for designers to brag. How they loved their garden, their flowers and shrubs, Both she and dear Uncle Jim, Their yards always blooming with fragrance so sweet That each passer by felt they had to drop in. They both had that sociable, loving way Which seemed to entice you to come; Her greeting might be--”Why you darned old snoop.” Or--”Come on in, you old son of a gun.” The time and the talents of this dearly loved pair Was shared wher’er they would be, For hadn’t our Savior said unto all, “Who does it to others do it to me.” Countless souls have been make to rejoice, Even in heaven above, By the labors performed In the house of the Lord, Through their untiring service of love. No wonder the Lord called her back to His home, For she was an angel on earth, He knew all her virtues, He knew her few faults, And knew that up there she could be of great worth. And isn’t it like her to go on ahead The she can make ready the way, While we are left here with each memory and tear “Till we meet her up there on that great welcomed day. And we’ll find her smiling that same sweet smile Waiting to welcome in Those she had loved and left behind, Especially Uncle Jim. Surely their joys will be multiplies, For God’s reward they will see, As they continue their life side by side Into Eternity.

Hall Family Newsletter August 12, 1987 THE OLD CHAIR Up in the attic the other day I chanced to see an old chair, It was antique in every way It's cushion less seat was bare, Twas given to Grandma so long ago. At her wedding it held such charm, And now the spiders had spun a web 'Cross the back and from arm to arm. In vision I saw it as long ago When once it held with pride, A lovely, graceful, ruffle trimmed miss Who had just become a bride. Some time later, a year perhaps A memory I longed to keep, As this same young girl, a mother now, Rocked her babe to sleep. How many times I wondered then Had it hushed a small child's cry? Rocking slowly to and fro' Keeping time to some lullabies. How many different toweled heads Had knelt there beside this chair? Repeating sweetly through baby lips A mother's soft spoken prayer. Then day after day and year after year When the children had gone away, A small wrinkled hand rested on each arm And it's back held a head of grey. This chair had become a part of her It had known every joy and strife, And it started to squeak in a soothing way Through the last days of her life. I reached for its arm and I wanted to sit Within its space so old, But it seemed to resent my quick desire It was she that it wished to hold. So I left it alone and I touched it not, But looked back from the top of the stair, I could smell the lilac, then saw her face, She was sitting and rocking there. Love, Dixie Bryant

We were engaged for maybe a month. I met him on April 20th. He came to my birthday party May 2nd. We knew right away that we wanted to be married. I remember going to the courthouse and getting our marriage license. Then we went to Virgin to tell Lyman's folks. The Hall's were on vacation, and when they returned we went to tell them. They were in bed when we arrived. We told them we got married and mom said, "You wouldn't have done it if we would have been here." I said, "I know, that is why we did it." Dad said, "That's the smartest thing you ever did, now you got your sleeping license, you can go to the temple and get married." We lived with my mom and dad for awhile. My Uncle Fred Petterman had a ranch in Cedar City and he had a little house next to the ranch and let us live there, it had 2 rooms.