On the Farm
Contributor: MDSIMS Created: 2 years ago Updated: 2 years ago
Neil was a TRUE farm boy. It is said "You can take the boy off the farm, but you can't take the farm out of the boy." So it is with Neil. He grew up on a farm and tried to leave for economic purposes, but eventually he found his little "gentleman's" farm and never left it again. It is a hard, but good life. He loved the land, animals and everything those things entailed. He bought a little land in Kanesville UT in 1954. He moved an old WW II House onto the place, added on and remodeled it into a nice home for his family. His father-in-law, Fred Smith helped do the work. A funny story (not at the time, but later) was when Fred was in the attic and fell through the ceiling into the living room. A miracle he was not hurt, but lot of laughs were heard for years about that. He moved his family into the home before it was really finished, and a lot of things never did get finished until he was gone and June married Eldon "Mutt" Knudson, Dad's second cousin. Mutt had a way of getting things done. It was not that Dad was a slacker by any means, just always working on the farm, his job at HAFB, or the church, and those "details" were never really important to him as all those other things. Mom did enjoy her home for years after Dad passed away in 1992.
Dad leased several pieces of land during his life to grow crops and raise cattle, and pasture horses. He could communicate with those horses like they were his kids. Maybe better! He loved Thoroughbreds and bred and raced several through the years. A few won, but mostly they just gave him satisfaction and ate grain/hay, but they were a source of a litttle cash once in a while.
He had June and the kids and some of their friends grow tomatoes for the cannery during several summers. He did most of the work and certainly the worrying, but we all learned to work and loved it after it was all over for what he had done to teach us the importance of work. We all LOVE tomatoes now, except Bob. Best food on the planet! Could write much more, but will end. I love my Dad for all he sacrificed to teach us the important lessons of life on the farm.
MarDene Beeton Hales Fernandez
Life sketch for Neil Wm Beeton
Contributor: MDSIMS Created: 2 years ago Updated: 2 years ago
(This is written according to my best recollection) Neil was born in Woodruff ID on Oct. 24, 1928 He had 4 older sisters. His mother had some sort of "nervous breakdown" when he was abt 6 mo. She went into a home for the mentally ill. After 7 yrs. in those days, they declared her mentally ill for life, so she just stayed there. Later, when my Dad was in his late 40's, he and my Aunt Marie went to visit her. They became acquainted again as adults this time. It was a first time my Dad was able to get to know his mother. By this time, they said she could leave and live "on the outside", but after having spent most of her life there, it was decided she would do best just staying where she was familiar and at home. They visited her every month until she passed away in 1980. I think I remember going with them once, and attending her funeral, but I really never did get to know her.
Dad was sent to live with an Aunt and she was very good to him. At some point, he went home to live with his family. Life was hard, there was farm work, and a step mother eventually. He did talk abt good times going to the springs to swim with the Knudson cousins. He attended school through 8th grade then left home or was asked to leave. He went to Ogden and lived on the streets for a time. Then he lied abt his age so he could get into the Navy. WWII was going on. He was on a destroyer when he contracted Rheumatic Fever and was sent to a hosp. in CA. By the time he was well again, the war was over. I am not sure at what point he was released, but probably after 2 yrs - maybe 1948? I think he was 16 or 17 when he went in. Then he worked in Ogden for a time, then went to OR to work for a dry farmer there. At Christmas time he came down to Ogden and was lined up for a blind date with Mother (Marion June Beeton) by Bob and Bessie Wadsworth. They had been in the service together and Bessie and Mom knew each other growing up. I think Dad had a girlfriend in Ohio or somewhere back East he was going to go see, but after the date with Mom, they decided to get married! (not totally sure of timing, but it was fast!) They married on New Years Day in 1949 and went back to Oregon on a bus where they could not even sit together for half the trip. They lived in OR on this farm Dad was working on. He had to get up every morning and milk cows. His boss was mean, so they moved after a short time to work for someone else and liked that, although Mom was very homesick. She came home for a visit, and did not want to go back, but Dad said she had to, so she went back. They did not stay too much longer though, and came back to Ogden to live. Dad always had at least 2 jobs, and eventually got on at HAFB. They lived in Washington Terrace when I was born in Aug 1950 until moving to Kanesville in 1956. My sister Wendy was born in 1954, then we adopted Bob in 1961 when he was 3. (approx dates)
Dad was not always active, but soon was, & they went to the Logan Temple in 1954 to be sealed. He was he was in the Elders Quorum Presidency, a counselor to Bishop Green, and then Bishop of the Kanesville 2nd ward when the Kanesville Ward was divided. He worked non-stop to provide a good life for his family. He never forgot what it was like to be hungry and homeless and did not want that for any of us. I learned so much from him, but did not appreciate it so much until I was an adult. We always had animals - some to eat and some to sell. Cows to milk, horses for fun and hobby, (I think he made a little on those) Beef for the freezer, chickens, pigs, & sheep from time to time. Always had a big garden and he and Mom taught the value of work through daily living. We all had to help and sometimes our friends if they wanted to be with us. Our home was filled with love, respect and we were taught the Gospel of Jesus Christ by example as well as word. My Dad was a wonderful man and he had a tender heart. He often reached out to help others in need and expected us to keep rules and respect our mother. (I learned that the hard one one time. I am thankful now) He loved his grandkids when they came along and taught them also. How grateful I am to be his daughter.