History and Life of Richard Miles Horton - Written by John Richard Horton
Contributor: Will Created: 1 year ago Updated: 1 year ago
Richard (Dick) M. Horton was born in Greenville, Utah, the 10th of January, 1897 in a little log house just 4 miles West of Beaver, Utah. He was the youngest son of George Horton and Sarah Ann Butler Horton. His brothers and sisters were William James, John Alma, Martha Jane, Sarah Marian, Ellen Ann, Hannah Elizabeth, and George Butler Horton.
He grew up around Greenville, Utah and helped his father on his farm with cattle, horses and sheep. He went to school in Greenville and spent one year at BYU (Brigham Young Academy) in taking vocal and musical instruments. He had a very beautiful voice and was often called upon to sing. He sang at my wedding (John Richard Horton). He played a mandolin, mouth organ and guitar. The family spent many happy evenings listening to him sing and play.
In around 1900, Dad and J.R. Williams, a brother-in-law, shipped two herds of sheep to the Blackfoot, Idaho, vicinity which was very sparsely settled then. He and J.R. grazed their herds on the desert West of Blackfoot. They wintered their sheep around the Big Butte and South which they called Flattop. The first winter they did good on the range but the 2nd winter a big blizzard came up and it snowed for days. Finally it quit and the snow crusted over. There was about 3 feet of snow. All the feed was covered over with snow and the sheep started to starve. My Dad and J.R. had no way to get feed to the sheep or get them out of the deep snow. Dad told me how they dragged a cedar tree to break a trail for the sheep but due to the weakness of the sheep and horses they could only make a few miles a day. The sheep were dying everywhere. When they did finally meet a sleigh loaded with hay the only had 400 head left out of 3,000 head of sheep. Many more died after they got the feed. This catastrophe broke my father and J.R. Williams. My Dad never full recovered from it until years later.
During this time he met the Cameron family who were early settlers in the Thomas community, and met Mary Penninah Cameron. In the year 1905, April 8th, he married her. To this union were born 5 boys and 2 girls. Just after getting married he homesteaded 40 acres just South of Thomas. He worked one year in the State Hospital South while getting the farm started. This plaace was where most of the Horton children were born and raised. Most of the children were delivered by a midwife, a lady called Mrs. Crawford. These were hard times raising a family grubbing sage brush, cleaning and clearing the land and raising enough to live on. There was no place to sell milk. They had to separate the cream from the milk, churn the butter and then try to sell it.
Dad was a man with an easy disposition. There were few times that I ever saw him angry. He loved to hunt and fish. We spent many happy times together. He taught the right things and many times he would give out his last fifty cents for us to go to a dance. He was staunch in his belief in the church although he was never very active. Many times you would see him kneeling down at his bed and saying prayer before going to bed. When anyone in the family was sick or hurt they soon got the Elders to administer to them. Both Mother and Dad had great faith in the Divine healing which was exercised a great many times in their home. Dad was plagued with debt all of his life because of the sheep dying from the blizzard and because of the farm. He never got it paid off until about a year before he died. He and Mother never had a period where they could relax and enjoy themselves. They sent the kids to High School and made many sacrifices at a time when there was very little money. As I look back and see the horse and buggy days and going to the river to fish and staying over night were some of the my happiest times with Dad.
The first car Dad got was and Overland. We took it out near the Big Buttes one spring when I was just a small boy. Unfortunately, Dad knocked a hole in the oil pan and all of the oil came out. Uncle Bert Cameron had to walk about 10 miles to a dry farm where he borrowed two horses and a buggy to pull us in. We got home the next morning about 8:00 am. These and many more incidents which happened to us as sons and daughters helped us appreciate their Dad that we will never forget.
As we grew up and got married we learned to appreciate our parents more for what they tried to do for us. In 1924 or near there, Dad went back down to Circleville, Utah, and worked for his brother with his sheep due to hard times. Mother and the rest of the family stayed at Thomas, Idaho, which was a great sacrifice on his and Mother's part being away from each other so long.
He was a medium sized man with bright blue eyes and he said he was baldheaded from the time he was three years old. He farmed all of his life until about a year before he died when he sold the farm and went to Rockford School as custodian and sold life insurance on the side. He was at the Rockford School when he had a heart attack and His heart seemed to be getting alright then his heart began beating so slow that a blood clot formed in one of his legs. The only thing that medicine could do then was to amputate his leg to save his life. His heart was too weak for this operation and he would not permit them to take it off. His leg turned black. They kept it packed in ice. He slowly died by inches and went through a lot of suffering. On July 25, 1943 he passed away leaving a family who thought a lot of their dear Dad.
I, John R. Horton, write this history as I knew it myself. Maybe some of the other parts of the family could add more but I write this history of my Dad so that my posterity might know in part what kind of a man he was and how much I loved him. He was buried in Riverside, Thomas Cemetery 6 miles West of Blackfoot, Bingham, Idaho.
Richard Miles Horton
Contributor: Will Created: 1 year ago Updated: 1 year ago
The things I knew about my grandfather was that he died of a clot to the leg. The doctor want to amputate it but he wouldn't let them and the consequence was gangrene in his leg. He hadapainful death. My sisters who knew him said