The Judds by Lola Douglas Stout
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By Lola Douglas Stout
My Judd Grandparents were Fredrick Judd and Hannah Lewis. They died before I was born so I missed knowing them. But I do have some information on them and met personally,
one woman who had lived in Panguitch and remembered him well and several others who knew of him by Reputation.
He was a prominent Southern Utah pioneer. Apparently he was a highly intelligent, talented man with a lot of charisma. He helped make bricks for many of buildings in the area--was an avid Gardner--cut hair and sang. When his hip deteriorated, he was hauled to the kiln in a wagon, and as he gardened, he somehow managed to hitch himself along with the help of a chair.
Uncle Harry said his Mother (Hannah Lewis Judd) was a sweet and gentle woman. She was the second wife and helped to raise the first wife's children. She died at a fairly young age--probably worn out from all the hard work she did. About Grandpa Judd he said: '"Father was strict but fair, and told a story to illustrate it, but I'll have to save that for another day.
These details were given to me by his son Harry, when we were able to visit him and his wife, Aunt Hazel, in Panguitch, that I remember. The only one of my Mother's siblings was her sister, Kate and her children. Aunt Kate and my Mother spent a lot of time together. We kids had lots of fun when we visited Aunt Kate's home, as she had a large family and I spent many happy hours with my cousins. She also made cheese, lots of large cheeses. She must have sold them. But sometimes she let us make some "kid-size" ones and when they had cured they were ours.
In later years, I did get to meet some of my cousins, and still have contact with Uncle Harry's daughter, Julia. (my mother's namesake.)
I also met my Uncle Maurice, and his wife, Iva a couple of times. They lived in Provo, Utah. He was a beautiful man, and was so glad to meet me, that I felt very humble. They must have loved my Mother very much. He died when he was seventy, while Uncle Harry lived to be eighty-seven.
I was in my late forties before I got back to Panguitch. Clix (m y husband) and I pulled our little trailer so we could take our own time.
We visited our Uncle Harry and Aunt Hazel, his wife, who had been my Mother's "best friend" in their growing up years. They gave us a royal welcome, and again I felt humbled at their joy in meeting their sister's child. We had a wonderful visit with them, and I was able to learn more of my Mother and her family.
Apparently although she worked hard, she had a normal happy life in her growing-up years, and she and Aunt Hazel even had the same kind of wedding dresses. I hadn't known whether my Mother even had a wedding dress.
Although I don't remember her as a laughing carefree Mom, who played with us a lot;
she was a teaching mother. She instilled in me a deep sense of right and wrong honesty and courtesy and responsibility. She taught me of Heavenly Father and to pray. She taught me taught me of cleanliness and to help around the house and with my brother and baby sister. It took a lot of patience to be so caring when her burdens were so heavy.
While Clix and I were at Panguitch, we were able to visit my Mother's grave, and as soon as we returned home made arrangements for a nice headstone to be placed on it. We made a couple more visits to Panguitch, and one time were able to take my Aunt Maud Douglas Bohn
with us. It was a special day for her. She loved my mother so much and was so happy to at last see the town where she had been raised, and also where she was buried.
Now, both my brother and sister are gone. I feel an empty place in my heart, but I know they are out of their pain, and that family ties grow stronger with the passing of time.