History of Wallace D. Carter
Contributor: Judiwh Created: 3 years ago Updated: 3 years ago
Wallace was born 14 Nov. 1910 in Porterville, Morgan County, Utah, the son of Daniel Carter and Margaret Belle Florence Carter.
He was blessed as Daniel Wallace, but in order to keep his mail separate from his dad’s he had his church records changed to Wallace Daniel, but did not check legal avenues.
His mother told us that the night before he was born, she carried a lantern in the field behind the grain drill to light the tracks so that his dad could finish the drilling before the storm came.
They lived in the old white house at the end of the lane. When he was small they bought the brick house a block to the east, that became their permanent home.
He attended high school in Morgan, but each fall it was customary to keep the boys out of school to harvest potatoes for the family and for neighbors. For this reason he was unable to graduate with his class. For several years he helped top sugar beets for farmers.
We were married by George F. Richards in the Salt Lake Temple on June 5, 1936. We rented the two west rooms in the Leonard Florence house, and bought a breakfast set, coal stove with a reservoir, and a bedroom set from Granite Furniture in Sugar House.
After a few months we decided we wanted a change. Golden said he could get us lumber from Sugar House Lumber to build a small house that could be converted to a garage at some future time.
They made a small foundation north of Wallace’s folk’s house, 20’ by 40’. Golden brought the lumber for $143.40, paid for from my savings from teaching (for $75 a month!).
On October 17, we moved into our house. Water was brought in a 10-gallon milk can. We went to the Carter’s out-house. We got a washstand from grandpa Philip’s house. I scrubbed clothes on the washboard in the tin tub on a bench that Wallace made.
In the summer of 1941 we bought a two-room brick house that needed a lot of repair. It was between the Carter acres and the Wallaces. It was made into a kitchen on the south, bedroom on the north and a small living room in the center. We moved in the fall.
Golden’s friend built us a kitchen cabinet and water was hauled in 10-gallon milk cans. There was a barn to accommodate cows.
In July 1944 we bought the Sam Florence house from Roscoe and Flora. There was a coop for chickens. The barn had to be built for the cows.
We bought the dry farm from Wallace’s folks. It had been inherited by his mother from her father, Henry Florence.
In 1996, the Utah state centennial year, the Utah State Farm Bureau offered a plaque to farms that had been in the same family line for 100 years. I researched the proof and the award was made at the fair. Wallace had died April 16, 1995. The centennial logo was copyrighted, so I got permission to have it inscribed on his headstone in the Porterville Cemetery (which cemetery had been given to the Porterville ward by his grandfather, Henry Florence)
During his 38 years with California Packing Corp-later Del Monte- he became their mechanic. He could repair whatever machines broke down. One of his jobs was to load cases of canned goods in railroad cars for shipment. There were several buyers for each car. His boss, Harold Guild, said he received fewer complaints about wrong orders in Wallace’s loads than any other employee.
Besides running the labeling machines he was viner boss during the pea run and a few summers he was sent to manage the green bean cannery in Hyrum for the Smithfield plant. In the fall there was the sauerkraut run.
When he was transferred to Ogden he supervised the ketchup bottling line. He returned in October 1972 when the Ogden plant was closed.
Some of his church callings were: secretary to Elders quorum; counselor, then president of young men mutual improvement association; second counselor to Bishop Elmer Porter; Sunday School counselor, and high priest counselor. We were both greeters at the door for sacrament meeting and temple sealing team.
Our children are:
Lila Belle Carter, who married Ned Ray Stenberg- 1961
Phillip W. Carter, who married Sandra Ashby- 1962; then Leslee Price-
1979; then Colleen F. Higley- 1987
Cleo Carter married James C. Watt- 1965
Myra Carter married Michael Evans- 1966
Rosanne Carter married Jeffrey Reeves- 1987
There are 17 grandchildren, 25 great grandchildren- (and 30 step grandchildren and great grandchildren).
Tamera Stenberg- Columbia Cali
Scott Stenberg- Australia Melbourne
Rosanne Carter- Japan Sendai
Staci Stenberg- Californial Roseville
Carrie Watt- Philippines Naga
Guy Watt- Oklahoma Oklahoma City
Cody Carter- Mexico Monterrey South
Christopher Clark- Russia Vladavostock
(also Ronald Harker, Jeffery Reeves, and James Watt)
A Tribute to Dad by Myra Carter Evans
Contributor: Judiwh Created: 3 years ago Updated: 3 years ago
Dad was born in Porterville, the fourth child of seven to Daniel and Margaret
Belle Florence Carter. He lived his entire life within a few hundred yards of the place he was born.
As a young man’ dad attended Porterville and Morgan Co. Schools. Times
being what they were, he was needed at home, and was unable to get his diploma. He
often felt he was less a person because of it and encouraged all of us to make the
most of our formal education. But he didn’t need a diploma to know what was really
important for us to learn. He taught us all every day of his life by the way he lived,
the things that were really important for us to know. Honesty, integrity, the value of
work, always do your best, service to others, appreciation to the Lord for all his
blessing, and most of all a testimony of the gospel.
He worked on the family farm and also hired out to some of the area farmers.
At times milking over 50 head of cows by hand night and morning. He and Uncle
Henry shared this chore for a farmer up in the Snyderville basin and when it became
time for Uncle Henry’s son Val to be born. Uncle Henry had to leave to come out and
help. There was supposed to be another man come up and help Dad but he didn’t
make it, and he was there for a couple of days milking all those cows alone by himself.
He said he would get morning chores done just about in time to start night chores.
When he and Uncle Henry would get together this number of cows went up and the
average milking time went down dramatically over the years, so I guess only he and
Uncle Henry know for sure just how long it took them and just which one of them
milked them the fastest
He looked forward to playing catcher on the Porterville baseball team in the
Farm Bureau League, and the barn dances held at various location around the valley.
After his marriage to Vera Bell Phillips in 1936, he began working for Del
Monte Corp. He was foreman over the viner sheds in Morgan and So. Weber and
worked at the Morgan plant until its closure in 1956. He was transferred to the
Freeport Div. in Clearfield, and retired as a mechanic from the Ogden Plant in 1972.
He continued to pursue his first love of farming all his life. In 1943 He had the
highest butterfat producing small herd in the No. Utah district. He was quite proud
that his little herd of grade heifers out did a lot of the herds in the area.
When faced with the need to upgrade and enlarge the herd he reluctantly made the
decision to cut back and quit sending milk to the dairy. But he always kept a few
cows and usually a horse most of the time.
He enjoyed working with his team, Queen and Babe and was proud of their
ability. He told us of snaking logs out of Hardscrabble and taking them to the saw
mill, the number of acres plowed in a day and other tests of team and driver. He took
pride in showing them at the county fair and won several awards and prizes with
them. He also took sweepstakes for the top dairy cow one year with Spot, who had
been given to them as a calf for a wedding present from Grandpa and Grandma
He loved working on the dry farm and as recently as last fall spent several
days working the ground. Of course the grand-kids had to ‘help’ grandpa. There was
no greater thrill or privilege that riding on the tractor with him. I think a whole
generation of kids had their turn falling asleep on dad’s lap as the tractor sang them
to sleep. Then there were the ‘dry farm spud’ parties. He would gather as many
‘volunteers’ as possible, whether it was us as kids or the grand-kids as they came
along. Around and around the dry farm we’d go dump the load in a wash and start
over again. As the kids would get bored or distracted or a little contention would arise
about who was working hardest, Dad would shake his head and recite one of Grandpa
Carter’s favorite adages. “One boy’s a whole boy, two boy’s a half- a-boy, and three
boys no boys at all.” I think he found it could apply equally to girls to.
In 1974 we helped him clear the sage and brush off about 20 additional acres.
It was something he wanted to do but had never had the time to. There was a great
sense of fulfillment as he looked over the first crop of wheat waving in the breeze and
a couple of years later as he led the procession and the first loads of new hay came
down the dugway. He could never rest until the last bale of hay was in the barn each
He saw many changes in the farm work he loved over his life-time. He started
with a two-horse power namely Queen and Babe and went to a 70 horse power named
‘Oliver’: from tromping hay in stacks to swathers, balers, and self-stackers; from the
annual community ‘thrashings’ with all the wives trying to out-do the meals provided
at the last stop, to 16 foot combines: from irrigating day and night, dragging dams,
shovels, and lantern, to watching the afternoon sun making rainbows in the spray
from the sprinkling system.
His ‘spare’ time was spent in the shop crafting various wood creations for
family and friends. Many homes are graced with doll cupboards, barns, sheds, chests,
desks, tool boxes, dressers, jewelry boxes, shadow boxes, and more. He always made sure every piece was ‘his best’ one before the lucky recipient could take it home. He
was a life-long member of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints and held
several positions, some being; Scout leader, Home Teacher, Young Mens President,
High Priest Group leadership, Bishop’s Counselor, many hours helping on the ward
welfare farm, and 10 years on the sealing team at the Ogden Temple. Mom added
that on Dad’s Home Teaching routes there were two separate cases of two sisters in
terminal illness and when they had particularly bad days they would call for him and
he and Phil would give them a blessing and through their great faith they were able to
rest a little easier. During his life-time he first attended church in the “Old Red
Porterville Church”, then to the Porterville School House he helped remodel, that
became the Old White Church, to this new building that we use today. There was a
time that Dad wasn’t in church every Sunday but there was never a time a
testimony of the gospel wasn’t in him. When the time came for him to “Get back into
the hames” he answered the call.
Dad never traveled much by today’s standards. I don’t think he had the desire
to do so. He was happiest at home. Visits to family in Vay and Franklin, Idaho, and
Greeley, Colorado, a Scout trip to Yellowstone Park, fire wood trips to the Uintas and
a trip to the Grand Canyon the summer Rosanne worked there, were about the sum
of his jet-setting. It seems there were always chores to do, or work to be done, and he
was needed at home.
On Easter Sunday, April 16, 1995, shortly after 11:00 p.m., Dad finished his
chores and all of his work. It seems, he was needed at home. He made the journey to
report to Grandpa and Grandma Carter; to catch up with his brothers and sisters
and to hear his Father say “Well done, thou good and faithful servant.”
Mom asked a life-time friend of Dad’s to drop him a couple of notes about his time
with Dad, and she asked me to read those at this time. They come from Paul Stuart.
He worked with Dad for a number of years at Del Monte and was a friendly
competitor on the baseball field.
Tribute to a friend by Paul Stewart
Contributor: Judiwh Created: 3 years ago Updated: 3 years ago
Wallace Carter was employed by Del Monte for over 40 years. While at Del
Monte he was a viner foreman. He repaired the viners in the winter. He also did most
of the labeling of the #2 and #2 1/2 size sauerkraut can. In between doing these jobs,
he was the head Mechanic, taking on all difficult jobs, of which none were too big. He
was a terrific mechanic, one of the best Del Monte ever had. Also he was the best
foreman I ever worked for. He was mild mannered, no matter how much pressure
was on him. He was always capable of completing a 2-day job in one day.
Wallace and I did a lot of wrestling day after day, and it went on for about 20
years, until we got too old to do it. One day, Harold Guild, our plant superintendent,
called a meeting and informed us there would be no more horseplay on the job. Well, it
hadn’t been 10 minutes after the meeting when Wallace was watching the outside
cooker and I came along and started wrestling with him again, and who should show
up but Harold. We looked up, our eyes big as dollars, he shook his head and went on, I
guess he figured he had wasted his time.
Wallace was quite a cut up. He would do something mischievous and never
crack a smile. Take for instance, when DeWilt Harding left the company. He left a
pair of ankle boots that I inherited and I wore them for a long time because they were
easy on my feet. One morning I put them on and they seemed to feel extra easy on
my feet. As I looked down, soft white grease was oozing over the top of the boots. It
took me 10 years before I found out the culprit was Wallace.
Another time we planted alfalfa with peas across from Floyd Lamar’s place on
Ada Waldron’s ground. When harvest time came some water from the ditch got away
and ran out onto the field at Ada’s place where the peas had been planted. I sent
Wallace, Roscoe, and Grant with the farm machinery up to load the peas on the
trucks. Low and behold, along came Ada and saw the mess they had caused to the
field. Ada asked, “Who told you to do this?” They replied, “Paul.” Ada jumped into her
car and took off to find me. They knew I was about to get it and I surely did. When
Ada got through with me I felt about two feet tall. After this episode, if I got out of
hand in any way Wallace and the gang would say they would get Ada to straighten me
Wallace also like sports. He played a little bit of basketball but his favorite
sport was baseball. He played on a team for Richville/Porterville area and he was the catcher. He was a great catcher and had a strong arm for throwing the base runners
out. His manager, William (Billy) Rich was one of Morgan’s finest hitters.
As for you Vera the song, “Stand By Your Man” tells your story. You have
taken care of Wallace and your family with pride. Many wives would have taken the
easy way out but you have stood by Wallace’s side through the good times and also
the tough times. You have raised a fine family down the right road.
Tribute to Grandpa by Cindy Stenberg Clark
Contributor: Judiwh Created: 3 years ago Updated: 3 years ago
When I was asked to give this tribute to our grandfather on behalf of the other
grandchildren, it was kind of hard to think of specific instances and occasions when
grandpa influenced our lives, because we as grandchildren have enjoyed an
opportunity that many grandchildren don’t have in this day and age. Grandma and
Grandpa were part of our daily lives. They were involved with us all the time. We’ve
had the opportunity to be in the same ward as them and participate in many ward
and church activities. There were countless Sunday afternoons spent up to their
house visiting, or in the pasture playing work-up or kick ball and listening to the
adults talk and occasionally hearing stories of when they were younger.
We all know that Grandpa loved a good joke. We all remember how we looked
forward to, yet dreaded the trip up to Grandma and Grandpa’s house on our birthday.
Even though Grandpa lived to the ripe old age of 84,1 don’t think he ever counted from
1 to 10 without starting over several times. Sitting near Grandpa at a meal was also
a treasured yet a hazardous experience. He always seem to “accidentally” bump
your arm several times during the meal. And quite often you ended up wearing as
much as you ate. He also had a special way of jiggling the table and making “nervous
pudding” (as we called it) or jell-c as it is commonly known. There was also many a
toddler who learned to squeal with delight when it was his turn to ride on grandpa’s
bouncy knee. He also had many words of wisdom for us like:
1. Don’t play over the sidehill or you’ll get burrs in your hair and
mosquito bites all over.
2. Don’t eat the green apples or you’ll get a belly ache.
3. You’d better let me taste your dessert. I don’t want it to make you sick.
Carrie had a funny story in the thoughts that she gave me that I really liked.
It was about the time that she had lost her first tooth, and she happened to be at
Grandma and Grandpa’s house. Grandpa was very excited that she had lost a tooth
and then proceeded to remove all of his teeth. She couldn’t quite figure out how he
could lose all of his teeth at the same time and it really blew this poor kindergartners
Going to Grandpa and Grandma’s for milk was a weekly experience we all
looked forward to. Many kids now think that milk comes from the grocery store. We grew up thinking everybody got milk at Grandma’s. If we were lucky enough to get
there in time to help Grandpa with the chores it was a delight. We would walk with
Grandpa out to the barn and he would call the cows and they would be there waiting
for him at the door to go in and be milked. We would have to be quiet, which was a
chore for young noisy grandkids, and whenever we got out of hand we were always
met in the face with a well-aimed squirt of milk. Unfortunately, there was always a
line of cats that would much prefer the squirt of milk in their faces and they quite
often got it also, with deadly aim. We also got to help Grandpa feed the baby calves
with a bucket that had a ****** on the bottom. We got strict instructions to hold on
tight or else the calf would be sure and suck it right out of our hands. This same
bucket is now a very ingenious flower arrangement that you all have to notice, that
one of the grandchildren did for him.
We all remember going to the dry farm to haul hay. Riding with Grandpa on
the tractor was a treat that everyone enjoyed. We would ride up on the wagon that
was pulled by Grandpa and the tractor. It was all the kid’s job to roll the bales
together so the uncles could put them onto the wagons and trucks. That would be
followed by a trip home on top of the wagon and then sitting carefully as the men put
the bales onto the elevator and up into the barn. These parties were always followed
by food and homemade ice cream.
I also remember Grandpa talking about how fun it was to haul dry farm
potatoes. I was truly intrigued at this interesting commodity and was very excited
when I was deemed old enough to go and help. Needless to say, I was very
disappointed to find out that the new produce was nothing other than rocks.
Grandpa always worked side by side with the families when it was time to
slaughter animals, whether it was cows, pigs, or chickens. He was there from the
beginning until the last piece of meat was wrapped and in the truck headed down the
road to a freezer. Many of the grandsons mentioned that Grandpa always had time to
help you with whatever project that you needed help with. Your project became his
project and top priority on his list. He was there from the start to the finish, whether
you were or not.
At times he was a man of few words unless he felt you were doing something
that was not appropriate. Then he immediately let you know. But he was also quick
to put his arm around you and let you know that, no matter what, he would always
While Grandpa was working at Del Monte and some of us lived in Ogden, we
were able to take lunch or dinner to him while he worked during the long shifts doing tomatoes. His meals would always include root beer freeze. We would sit on the dock
while he ate and also help him eat his root beer freeze. I also remember going on a
tour of the plant shortly before he retired there. He let us taste the ketchup at all the
different stages. You could see how proud he was of his family as he introduced us to
his longtime friends and companions that worked there. We were all amazed at all
the tins cans, the conveyor belts, the noise, the smell of cooking tomatoes as grandpa
showed us what he did everyday.
Grandpa also had the gift of being able to work with wood. He made many
beautiful chest of drawers and various other items that many people of the valley
now cherish. We all had the opportunity to sit in the shop and listen to him while he
worked on his latest project. Sometimes he would explain to us what he was doing
and other times we were just privileged to hear stories of his childhood and growing up.
Sometimes we were able to help him sand some wood as long as we remembered his
golden rule “to follow the grain of the wood”. Each home has some of his handiworks
and each was crafted with love. One year I wanted a jewelry box, so I showed him
some pictures in a magazine, of what I wanted, and asked him if he could make it for
me. Then I and several other cousins were surprised that Christmas with a beautiful
jewelry box that was made with loving hands for Christmas.
Another time more recently, Grandpa was 80 and had given up power tools
because of his ill health. He saw some of his great-grandchildren playing with a doll
house and a little barn that he had made many long years ago. He decided that he
should make some more, so to our surprise and after one trip to the clinic for stitches,
the great-grandchildren, the girls received a beautiful doll house and the boys received
a barn with some bales of hay. These gifts will long be cherished in our home and in
their homes in the future.
No matter what the years for all of us may bring one thing that we will all
remember is Grandpa’s hands. We have watched these hands do many things, they
are strong yet gentle, but always honest. But there was always love in Grandpa’s
hands. And that is what we as grandchildren will always remember, that Grandpa
loved each one of us. Thank You.