History of Charlie Roper
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This history was written by Lydia R. Smith (daughter of Charlie Roper) and taken from his diary. It was read and approved by him prior to his death.
Charlie Roper was born October 1, 1865 at the old fort near Deseret, Millard County, Utah. The son of Henry Roper and Mary Ann Grayson, who joined the Church in Sheffield, England and came to Utah for the sake of the Gospel. After living in Fillmore a short time they were called to help settle Deseret in 1862. At this time the family consisted of father, mother, and children Harry, Alvin, Kate Platte, and Nellie Grayson.
The Indians gave them so much trouble they found it necessary to build a fort for protection. It was made of mixing clay mud and straw mixed together and tramped by oxen. The walls were 10 to 12 feet high and three feet thick and 200 feet square. It was completed in 18 days. Started in June and completed in July.
Father [Charlie] was too young to remember building the fort, but remembers many of the hardships the people suffered. On February 22, 1868, Abel Mosely was born and the following year the old town site was abandoned and Deseret was moved six miles up the river.
My grandfather, Henry Roper, took his family and moved 20 miles east where they established the town of Oak City. It was on a mountain stream and tall grass was plentiful and conditions ideal for cattle raising and dairying. Charlie was baptized by C.H. Jensen and confirmed by Platte D. Lyman. His schooling was very limited and he never completed the 5th grade. His first teacher was Heneretta Peas. Another teacher was H.S. Eldredge of Salt Lake who later became a doctor and finally committed suicide. To punish an unruly student he would hit them over the knuckles with a stick. Other teachers were Angus Vance of Alpine, Peter Anderson, Rebecca Dutson, and Ida Pease.
Their entertainment were mostly dancing and home dramatics sponsored by the Church. His first Church job was Secretary of the Sunday School from 1888-1889. December 13, 1888 he was married to Ann J. Dutson by Daniel H. Wells in the Manti Temple.
In June 1889 they moved to Salt Lake to work for the People’s Party on public works. He worked on the temple. They were paid in script, which was traded for cash or other necessities. This employment did not prove to be very satisfactory so most of the people returned home. For a short time they made their home with his father and mother. January 17, 1890, their first son Charley Grayson was born and in March they moved to Leamington on a farm. In the spring of 1891 they traded farms with his brother Alvin Roper and moved back to Oak City.
In company with two Lyman brothers, they built a saw mill in Oak City canyon and he operated this mill for 15 years. About the year 1898 the family became too large for the two room house, so they built a larger home. He had become pretty handy at most everything to make a living. His two brother-in-laws, O.H. Jacobson and Herman Lundahl started contracting businesses and for many years they built a new school house in Oak City. The first nice public building to be built in that town. They built the lime kiln, burned the lime, made the adobes, laid the brick, and plastered and painted it. The lumber was hauled from Nephi. Every year from the time he moved to Oak City he operated a thrashing machine either his own or that of a company until the year 1936.
About the year 1904, he practiced dentistry and for a few years he did a lot of work at home and in neighboring towns. Then the state passed a law that those practicing must take an examination and obtain a license to practice. He did not care enough for the profession to make a business of it, so he quit – only emergencies.
The people of Oak City felt the need of a telephone system so they organized a company and father built the first telephone line connecting Oasis, Deseret, Abraham, Delta, Leamington, and Oak City and put the central in our home. This was April 12, 1905. About 1907-08 the railroad cutoff was finished from Salt Lake to Lynndyl through Tintic. It was then Lynn Junction. As this was the best shipping point to Oak City, a road was built to Lynndyl and my father, Lee Anderson, and Leo Lyman, built a bridge across the Sevier River, completing it January 4, 1908.
Then the next few weeks they got out poles and put a telephone line to Lynndyl. December 8, 1908 the automobile made its first appearance in Oak City. Most of fall of 1909 was spent putting phones in the homes and one was installed in nearly every home. The central office was put in our home, which remained there for 13 years when the company sold out to the Callister Company.
In the spring of 1908 the Roper brothers divided their property. Abel and Harry kept the farm in Oak City as we had 3 boys growing up my father moved to the farm 8 miles from town. He bought more land and built a small home. The land was very fertile, but waster was scarce and there were years of pioneering ahead and from here on most of their lives were spent on the farm.
The fall of 1909, he was called on a mission to the Northwestern States. Although he was 44 years old, he responded to the call and left November 21, 1909. He was sent to Vancouver and labored in the City of Victoria on Vancouver Island. After about 8 months of missionary work he was seized with an acute attack of appendicitis and was sent to Portland, Oregon and Brother Ballard gave him an honorable release. He arrived back home July 16, 1910. Although he was in poor health for a few years, we received rich experiences through his service. Because of his illness it was not advisable to hold a public party as they usually did when an Elder returned, so the Elders quorum of which he was President when he left their wives the Bishopric and wives came to the house and spent the evening.
Again the family grew out of the house and five more rooms were added. Hot and cold water and also a bath. Father did his own plumbing and supervised the laying of the pipe from the canyon and plumbed many of the homes in town. Ours being the water piped into it.
In 1914, Charlie [son] was called on a mission to the Northwest and served 26 months, returning August 17, 1916. Owing to financial conditions, the only store in town went broke, leaving my father with the mortgage on the building and fixtures and during the first world war he carried on a little business keeping the things most needed by the people. December 6, 1919, Charlie [son] died, so the store was sold, also the old home. A new home was built on the farm and since the spring of 1920 the family have lived on Fool Creek.
In going over father’s diary from 1898 there is only one thing he has not worked at and that is electrical work. As a builder, he did everything form the foundation to painting the roof. We also find him helping his neighbors, killing their pigs each fall, branding their cattle, hanging screen doors, making head gates, plowing their gardens, digging graves, and making caskets without thought of remuneration. He even helped his mother with the family sewing when younger, which consisted mostly of boys shirts.
In January 1923, Merlin was called on a mission to the Southern States, which crippled manpower on the farm, but as always it proved a blessing to the family. My father filled many positions of trust such as constable both in Leamington and Oak City, served as school trustee for several terms, was President of Young Men M.I.A. and Elders quorum several times, Secretary of Sunday School and a ward teacher all his life. He was ordained a High Priest in 1940.
In 1938, he had to give up farm life because of asthma, so he moved to Lynndyl where Effie, Merlin, and Nell lived. He never gave up his membership in the Oak City ward and often drive the 8 miles for ward activities. He and mother enjoyed the remaining years of their life visiting with friend and relatives.
February 4, 1942, he took a heart attack and died two days later and was taken to Oak City for services and burial.
Their children: Charlie Grayson, Lydia Roper Smith, Leland, Mandy Roper Nelson, Effie Louella Roper Sheriff, Murlin D Roper, Nellie Dutson Roper Wilkey.
History of Lydia Roper Smith
Contributor: dandrew Created: 2 years ago Updated: 2 years ago
Written by Lydia Roper Smith (taken from photocopy of handwritten journal)
My father kept a diary and when a new baby was coming he made the entry, “Ann sick, waiting for the bees to swarm.” They swarmed the second time for me. September 25, 1891 when I joined the family. I didn’t add much as far as looks was concerned but was all there as size and noised went. My father, Charlie Roper, son of Mary Ann Grayson and Henry Roper, who came from Sheffield England in 1859 for the Gospel sake. My mother was Ann Jane Dutson, whose father was John William Dutson, who came from Lugberdeen, England. He came in 1842. Her mother was Elizabeth Jane Crowley. She was born in the Isle of Man and came to America for the gospel sake in 1841. They both settled in St. Louis, Missouri and married there.
I had a brother 21 months older than I was. His name was Charley Grayson. The bees swarmed five other times when Leland, Mandy, Effie Louella, Murlin D, and Nellie D was born.
Our first home was a two-room adobe house in the south end of Main St, just under a Jack Hill, which surrounded the tower east and south. As the family grew a two-story addition was added to the south, then later the two adobe rooms were torn down and four more rooms added.
I was blessed by Peter Anderson in the Oak City Ward, December 6, 1891. At the age of eight years, I was baptized by Antone Christenson and confirmed by Fred Lyman. Our baptism font was a hole dug in the irrigation ditch and we used a clump of willows for a dressing room. I was baptized and confirmed the same day, August 15, 2000. They confirmed us on the ditch bank as we came out of the water.
When six years, I started school. My first teacher was Libby Staker. The schoolhouse was an old adobe building, which was so crowded the first grade was moved to an old storeroom owned by Peter Anderson. A new two-room brick building was erected and the next fall we moved into it. Only two teachers were employed. The first to fifth grades were known as the little school. When we were promoted to the fifth grade, then it was referred to as the “big school,” which was usually taught by a man. Joseph Finlinson taught me every year. I was in the big school except the 7th grade. Millie Lyman taught me that year. They were both hometown people.
We wrote mostly on slates with slate pencils. We each carried a little bottle of water and a “rag” to clean our slates. Once Charley forgot his slate rag so he pulled out his shirttail and used it. One of the girls across the aisle had apparently forgotten hers and asked to borrow his so he pulled it out full length. She took it and wiped her slate, which made the whole school laugh. The only thing that saved us from punishment was the fact there were too many to stand in the corner.
In the fall of 1909, my father was called on a mission to the Northwest, but because of his age and bad health he was released the next summer.
The fall of 1910 the Millard Academy was opened and Charley and I attended the next two years, then Charley was called on a mission. Our principal was Louis F. Moench who was a loyal German and in our history class he told us the time would come when Germany would take Alsace Lorriane away from France because it rightfully belonged to her. This prediction was fulfilled in World War I. Some of the teachers I enjoyed most was Benj. Cluff, Benj. Black Merrial O. Maughn and his wife. My school days were happy ones filled with hard study, but there were pleasures mixed in. The first few weeks I boarded out but Charley came later and we rented two rooms from a cousin and my friend, Vera Halsey from Kanosh, came and lived with us.
A cousin went to school and lived with his brother and sometimes life was hardly worth living as the boys played such pranks on us. One day when we saw them coming we hid in the old outside toilet thinking they’d never look there. They knew we were home and when they couldn’t find us anywhere they walked out and tipped the toilet over, door down. Nothing was said and we just stayed there until the folks came home and rescued us. The next year we moved to town to be closer to school and again Vera lived with us. She brought a boy from Kanosh who roomed with Charley.
One day we came home from school and Charley was so sick I decided to call mother 20 miles away, but he strongly objected. We didn’t have any medicine so he suggested vinegar off the sour pickles. We gave him some and in a few minutes he began to feel better. Then he told us a fellow in the other part of the house gave him a few puffs on a cigar. That was the first and last time he ever tried smoking.
The summer of 1908 a telephone line was built connecting Oak City with the surrounding towns. Father supervised building the line so he installed the first phone in our home. It was owned by the town people. We waited so anxiously for the phone to ring and when it did I was there to answer. I was so excited I got up on a chair and had to stoop over to answer it. Father was on the other end of the line at Deseret.
In the summer of 1909 we saw our first automobile. Someone phoned from Fillmore and said it was coming so we went to the edge of town, so we wouldn’t miss it. We waited a long time then we saw the dust and it passed by us so fast we could hardly see it for dust. But it was worth the waiting. We had seen an automobile.
We had a very happy home life. One of the highlights of our lives was when we gather around the piano and enjoyed an evening of singing. Effie was our accompanist. We had a large home and most of the parties were held there.
Making molasses was an event we looked forward to each fall. Cane is much like corn. The stalks were stripped of its leaves and hauled to the mill where the juice was extracted by crushing the stalks between two rollers and motivated by a horse and pushed through the rollers by man. The juice was run through a pipe to a settling vat. Then when about 30 gallons was run out, it was drained into a vat or boiler and boiled for about six hours. It had to be skimmed at all times. The first skimmings were green, it looked bad and smelled worse. Then the skimmings became yellow and the juice became thick and syrupy. It takes about six hours to cook a batch of molasses. When done it is stored in barrels for winter use. This was one of our main sources of sweetening in the early days. We always got the good skimmings and have candy pulls.
There were no picture shows, no cars, and we had to make our own entertainment. Hayrack riding, serenading, sand sometimes we would go 12 miles to Leamington, 25 miles to Holder, and even Fillmore to dance. Sometimes it took us all light to make the trip was we went in a white top buggy or wagon. We still had our work to do, our folks said, “If we danced we’d have to pay the Fiddler.”
Every summer the old and young would go to the canyon for a weeks vacation. This in time became a real event and was so popular with visitors ti became a Stake affair under the direction of the M.I.A. and in a few years there would be 1,000 attending with a representative from the General Board. It finally got out of control and was discontinued.
In the fall of 1914, Charley was called on a mission to the Northwestern States. My father had previously fulfilled a mission at the same place in 1909. That fall, I went to Relief Society school of nursing under the leadership of Margaret Shipp Roberts and graduated in May 1915. During the next year I stayed home and worked among the sick.
In January 1916, I went to Ririe, Idaho. I was to take a job in a Dr. office, but while visiting my folks, I was offered a job in a store. I loved that kind of work, so I took the job and that ended my career as a nurse. I remained until August 1917.
The state went dry and Mandy and I came through Salt Lake the morning after. From the broken glass on the streets and in the gutters there must have been a big celebration. Early the next spring I was offered more money so I went back to Ririe to my old job.
War broke out and I had brothers in the draft and everything was so unsettled. I could not content myself so far away from home. So after a few months I quit my job and came home. The store in Oak City went broke and my father held the mortgage on the building and fixtures. The town was without a store so he started a little business and I was needed at home.
In October 1917, I came to Beaver with Leland to visit an old friend, Eva White (he later married her). I seemed to be one too many so she made a blind date for me with Edwin Smith, to get me out of the way. She succeeded. The following August 14, 1918 we were married in the Salt Lake Temple by Alvin Smith.
The winter of 1918, I spent home as Edwin went in the service in September. A terrible epidemic of flu broke out in the country and people were dying every day. In our neighborhood, seven families were down. Father and Effie took care of the store and the rest of use made our rounds among the sick doing what we could. Mother baked bread, etc. We were the last family to come down. None of us were very serious.
Armistice was signed 11 November 1919 and Edwin was mustered out 19 January 1919 and I got up out of bed and went to Leamington to meet him. In a few days I gathered up our belongings and moved to Beaver. We rented the John Patterson home and started to build a home of our own.
Edwin farmed and did most of the work on the house himself. It was pretty well done except windows and plastering, etc. when we got word Charley was not expected to live, so we boarded the place up and went to Oak City. This was Thanksgiving Day. Charley died December 6, 1919. This was the first break in our happy family.
We were expecting our first baby so we remained home with the folks. He was born 12 January 1920. We named him Charley Roper Smith. It was a very bad winter, so I stayed with the folks and Edwin found work in Lynndyl then I moved over there.
September 20, 1920 we decided to move back to Beaver and farm his own land. Mandy got a job teaching and Nell attended Murdock and lived with us. We spent the next two years in Beaver, then Edwin decided to go back on the railroad. So in February, he went to Frisco. When school closed, I went out to Frisco with him. This was May 11, 1922. A strike was called for July 1st so I went home. Cornell was born 16 August 1922 and when he was three weeks old we moved back to Lynndyl again on the railroad. This time on the B & B.
In the spring, we bought a lot and began to build another home. We sold our home and paid off all our obligations. Martin and Effie bought a lot next to us and we all worked together until we each had two large basement rooms and two on the ground built of railroad ties. We added two more rooms later. We had a cow, some chickens, rabbits, and a nice garden. Edwin transferred to the store house as yard foremen.
Ileen was born 5 November 1924 and the following summer we went with Martin and Effie and families for two weeks pay vacation to Bryces, Zions, and Grand Canyon. We enjoyed the trip. Coming back from this trip, they told us of a shorter way to Zions, a steep dugway into Rockwell if we had good brakes, if not we might be in serious trouble. Our cars being quite new, the men decided to take the cut off. I was worried and Edwin was to lead. I just prayed in my heart he would miss the road and sure enough he did and when we got the distance of the cutoff our brakes went out. Close to a garage.
Edwin’s wages had been raised to $4.50 a day. Ileen was 10 months old and we were not able to get fresh milk while on this trip and her stomach got upset for the next few years we had trouble with her whenever she got upset, she would go into convulsions. By the time she was five years she was completely cured.
1926 the children had measles, chicken pox, and whooping cough. Our vacation came the later part of June so we took Nell along with us and went to Yellowstone Park. This was a wonderful trip.
Lynndyl was made a ward in 1924. It had previously been a branch of the Leamington Ward. I was set apart as President of the Primary, except for nine months – a few years before there had been no Primary. October 1, 1927, I was released.
During 1926-27, I worked in the M.I.A. and taught the Beehive class. Nell was living with us and clerking in a store so she helped me with a class. I promised the girls we would take them to the Manti Temple to do baptisms for the dead if they would attend regular and complete their work. So in May we took them. We had made arrangements with Marnie Lovell to do her baptisms and she would be over next day to do endowments. There were 15 of us, including two men Edwin and Lyle Johnson. We got in a snowstorm and was a little late and to our dismay there were no names for us. They telephoned parties who might have names but were unable to find any. I was heartsick because we had promised them and they had worked so hard. I could not face them and just walk out and went into an adjoining room and stood looking out of the window. The thought came to me to pray, which I did. When I went out into the hall I heard one of the ladies workers ask a lady if she could take some names for baptisms as a Mrs. Lovell had left names for a group of girls from the Deseret Stake and they had not arrived.
I knew this was an answer to my prayer. I told her we were the group and we were there and ready to do the baptisms. I was so thankful we could keep our promise. There were 240 names, 45 mens names to Edwin and Lyle did them.
Maurice was born 31 May 1928. The M.I.A. was organized and I was chosen as counselor to Florence Collins. The next year she moved to Springville and I took her place as President, which position I held until we moved to Beaver on May 11, 1931. They gave me a bed lamp and a farewell party. Gladys Banks wrote a poem for me and read it. The following:
Oh, Lydia dear and Edwin too.
They say in this town you both are through,
In all the years that you’ve been here,
You’ve made yourselves to your friends most dear,
If ever a favor was ask of you, good service
You’ve rendered through and through.
Though hot the day or cold the night,
You’ve never faltered in doing what’s right.
Many have traveled the road to Lynn,
Some in goodness and some in sin.
But you good friends are tried and true.
Have left your mark as we all might do.
But now the parting is about to come,
To you our thoughts will ever turn.
The good you’ve done, the songs you’ve sung,
Will live forever in our lives.
May love and peace your lives entwine,
And our fondest love is forever thine.
It was a touching party and I felt like I was leaving friends and associations whose place could never be fulfilled. The day before we left we went to Oak City canyon on one of our frequent family gatherings. It was six years before we met again on such an occasion. Next morning we bade goodbye to our family friends and neighbors and left our little home. We had put more than money into the home as I had helped with everything on the house except shingling. We had spent 9 years near my folks and life time friends.
I learned one great thing while living in Lynndyl. Edwin had a boss who hated Mormons and did a very dishonest thing with us. One night as President of the Primary, we were putting on and entertainment and needed some tacks, so I went home and got some big headed ones such as was used on the railroad. When I came back this fellow was parked where I had to pull in beside him. The temptation was so great and the tacks so handy, I just put one behind each wheel and next morning that sit the boss’s car in front of our house with 3 flat tires. I had a pretty guilty conscience, but it was no consolation because I couldn’t even tell Edwin.
We rented a large old two story rock building belonging to Skinners and the next February we sold our home in Lynndyl and bought the old Morgan home for $800.00. We remodeled it and had a nice modern home. I worked in Stake Primary as Trailbuilder leader and was ask to teach a problem Beehive class, one of them mine (Ileen). The first year Ada Wortham helped the next year Twila Peterson and the last year I was alone. I gave them all day suckers in class to keep their mouths shut while giving the lesson. I was rewarded because they turned out to be very special.
I took them on a camping trip their last summer. We were pestered every night from boys over the mountain. I told them if they didn’t stay away I’d shoot them. We didn’t have a gun and I couldn’t shoot anyway. They told me I couldn’t so they set up a can for a target and I offered to use their gun. I guess the Lord was on my side because I hit the can several times. They never bothered us again.
I worked in the Stake Beehive from 1936-1940. During this time we celebrated 25 years of Beehive. I was teaching Girl Scouts when the Church organized the Beehive work. I had been working with them most of the time since.
The fall we moved here I took the children and went back to Lynndyl to put up fruit. Between Holden and Oak City the oil line broke and I was obligated to walk to Oak City for help, a distance of 7 miles. Charley was twelve year, Yvonne one. I put them under a cedar tree on a quilt and gave them what lunch I had and took Cornell who was nine and started for help. It was 2 p.m. I can’t describe my feeling as we passed over the hills and I wondered when I would ever see them again. We had gone about 3 miles when I heard a car honk and I could see a car winding among the trees down a very bad dugway. Then I recognized our car and Charley behind the wheel. I was dumbfounded I couldn’t speak as he never had driven the car except with his father out to the field.
A wood hauler passed and plugged up the hole and told him just what to do and he came along without any trouble. I stood watching him come slowly down over that rough dugway with a prayer in my heart. I never drove home again. This move to Beaver was our 13th move and our last.
Up to this time there had only been two wards in Beaver, East and West. I had spent 9 years in Beehive work so I quit as I wanted to do genealogy, but was called to be a counselor to Zelma Muir in Relief Society. So I accepted as usual. A war was on and our assignment was 24 quilts, 30 sheets, and many pairs of pillow cases. We even made our own batts out of a torn mattress.
The wards were divided August 18, 1948 and I went in the Stake Relief Society as welfare counselor to Melba Yardley. At the first welfare meeting I attended in St. George. I was called as chairman of the Work directors in the Virgin River Region, a newly created department. A position I was not qualified for, but as always when called to serve I did my best. This proved to be a great blessing to me by way of education and a wonderful experience. I served in this position for eight years, the last five with Phylis Warr as president. We were released May 1953. But I still worked in the ward with arts and crafts with Hester Harris. She was an inspiration to me and one of my very best friends. Later I went back in the Stake with Kathleen Farnsworth, Lucille Murdock, and Hester Harris as a work director. Two years later I resigned again to do genealogy research. We did research for both Smith and Roper for many years.
All too soon the family grew up. Charley married LaRue Baldwin May 25 1939 in the St. George temple. War broke out and he joined the Navy Air and spent most of his time in Okinawa. Cornell had one year in C.S.U in Cedar City then went to Medford Oregon with a construction company. He became old enough for the draft while there so joined the Navy and for the next three years saw active service convoying across the Atlantic, took part in the invasion of Italy, then went to the Pacific for the invasion of the Philippines. When he came home he went to Salt Lake to work and met Iris Spear 6 April 1946 and they were married in Las Vegas, Nevada.
Since graduating from high school, Ileen had been employed at the Brooklawn Creamery. She had a chance to go to Ogden on an Army Defense job and after working there for some time she, with some of her friends, were transferred to Washington D.C. where she spent the next year. After spending a summer at home, she went to Salt Lake to work in the L.D.S. Hospital. Here she met Glenn Stroud and they were married in the Salt Lake Temple 6 Oct 1948.
When Maurice was nine years old he had chickenpox and was so bad he was absent from school for six weeks. We though he was entirely recovered but in his Junior year in high school, a test showed albumin very bad. It was Brights Disease caused from chickenpox. After spending three months in bed he was no better, so he went back to school. He could not live such an active life, but he graduated with his class and for the next seven years he worked in Provo upholstering for Dixon, Taylor, Russel. He met Helen Marshall and they were married in Minersville 27 May 1949. After two serious hypertension operations he was losing his eyesight. He died 13 May 1953 leaving a wife and two little girls, Susan 3, and Pat 5 months. We are never prepared for death. Only time wears off the rough edges.
We had one other sorrow in our family, our first little grandson Allan, Charley and LaRue’s oldest child. He was 28 months old. Yvonne had been working at the Drug Store since graduation. She married Ray Murdock of Minersville in the St. George Temple 4 November 1949. This left us alone. Edwin found himself alone with the farm and dairy cows and several years of drought and he had developed a heart condition so he sold the cows and farm and took a janitors job in the courthouse. In May 1960, he took is Social Security and Veteran’s pay, which enabled us to do some of the things we have not been able to do before.
April 14, 1960, Ray and Yvonne moved to Oregon. This was a great sorrow to us as we no longer had any of our family near us. We had always spent our Christmas with them so the next Christmas we took the bus and went out there. We only missed one summer after andmost of the time with Glenn and Ileen. Edwin’s health began to fail, so in 1973 we took our first plane ride and went to Oregon. This was our last trip together. March 1973 he had a prostrate gland operation and it was malignant. From December 12, 1973 he was in and out of the hospital until his death. He never complained and did not suffer and it was a pleasure to care for him. February 6 he ask to be taken to the hospital. I knew when we left home he would not be coming home again. We called the children and Yvonne came the morning of February 28 and they visited and seemed better, but when we went back he was much worse and never rallied. When we left at 8 that night, I bade him goodbye as I knew it was the last. He died during the night, was buried 2 March. No one except those who have lost their companion knows the loneliness of such a loss. I can’t close this chapter of my life without thanking my wonderful children for their love and coming as often as possible. Yvonne stayed with me a month and helped me get my affairs in order. Gib and Vie for what they did. And my many friends such as Hetty and Edith Harris, Retta and Grace Boyter, Elaine Neilson, Alix Boyter, the Edwin Paices, the Ashworths, Loyal Badwin’s and many others who helped me over some sad days.