Wallace Daniel Carter

14 Nov 1910 - 16 Apr 1995

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Wallace Daniel Carter

14 Nov 1910 - 16 Apr 1995
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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 avenu

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Wallace Daniel Carter


Richville Cemetery

1302-1362 600 W
Morgan, Morgan, Utah
United States

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Lila, Phillip, Cleo, Myra, Rosanne


August 24, 2014


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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). Family missionaries: 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 Phillips. 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 summer. 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 out. 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 mind. 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 love you. 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.

Life timeline of Wallace Daniel Carter

Wallace Daniel Carter was born on 14 Nov 1910
Wallace Daniel Carter was 10 years old when The Nineteenth Amendment to the United States Constitution was ratified, guaranteeing women's suffrage in America. The Nineteenth Amendment to the United States Constitution prohibits the states and the federal government from denying the right to vote to citizens of the United States on the basis of sex. It was adopted on August 18, 1920.
Wallace Daniel Carter was 29 years old when World War II: Nazi Germany and Slovakia invade Poland, beginning the European phase of World War II. World War II, also known as the Second World War, was a global war that lasted from 1939 to 1945, although conflicts reflecting the ideological clash between what would become the Allied and Axis blocs began earlier. The vast majority of the world's countries—including all of the great powers—eventually formed two opposing military alliances: the Allies and the Axis. It was the most global war in history; it directly involved more than 100 million people from over 30 countries. In a state of total war, the major participants threw their entire economic, industrial, and scientific capabilities behind the war effort, blurring the distinction between civilian and military resources. World War II was the deadliest conflict in human history, marked by 50 to 85 million fatalities, most of whom were civilians in the Soviet Union and China. It included massacres, the genocide of the Holocaust, strategic bombing, premeditated death from starvation and disease and the only use of nuclear weapons in war.
Wallace Daniel Carter was 31 years old when World War II: Nazi Germany invades the Soviet Union in Operation Barbarossa. Nazi Germany is the common English name for Germany between 1933 and 1945, when Adolf Hitler and his Nazi Party (NSDAP) controlled the country through a dictatorship. Under Hitler's rule, Germany was transformed into a totalitarian state that controlled nearly all aspects of life via the Gleichschaltung legal process. The official name of the state was Deutsches Reich until 1943 and Großdeutsches Reich from 1943 to 1945. Nazi Germany is also known as the Third Reich, from German Drittes Reich, meaning "Third Realm" or "Third Empire", the first two being the Holy Roman Empire and the German Empire. The Nazi regime ended after the Allied Powers defeated Germany in May 1945, ending World War II in Europe.
Wallace Daniel Carter was 42 years old when Jonas Salk announced the successful test of his polio vaccine on a small group of adults and children (vaccination pictured). Jonas Edward Salk was an American medical researcher and virologist. He discovered and developed one of the first successful polio vaccines. Born in New York City, he attended New York University School of Medicine, later choosing to do medical research instead of becoming a practicing physician. In 1939, after earning his medical degree, Salk began an internship as a physician scientist at Mount Sinai Hospital. Two years later he was granted a fellowship at the University of Michigan, where he would study flu viruses with his mentor Thomas Francis, Jr.
Wallace Daniel Carter was 54 years old when Thirty-five hundred United States Marines are the first American land combat forces committed during the Vietnam War. The United States Marine Corps (USMC), also referred to as the United States Marines, is a branch of the United States Armed Forces responsible for conducting amphibious operations with the United States Navy. The U.S. Marine Corps is one of the four armed service branches in the U.S. Department of Defense (DoD) and one of the seven uniformed services of the United States.
Wallace Daniel Carter was 67 years old when Star Wars is released in theaters. Star Wars is a 1977 American epic space opera film written and directed by George Lucas. It is the first film in the original Star Wars trilogy and the beginning of the Star Wars franchise. Starring Mark Hamill, Harrison Ford, Carrie Fisher, Peter Cushing, Alec Guinness, David Prowse, James Earl Jones, Anthony Daniels, Kenny Baker, and Peter Mayhew, the film focuses on the Rebel Alliance, led by Princess Leia (Fisher), and its attempt to destroy the Galactic Empire's space station, the Death Star.
Wallace Daniel Carter was 70 years old when Mount St. Helens erupts in Washington, United States, killing 57 people and causing $3 billion in damage. Mount St. Helens or Louwala-Clough is an active stratovolcano located in Skamania County, Washington, in the Pacific Northwest region of the United States. It is 50 miles (80 km) northeast of Portland, Oregon and 96 miles (154 km) south of Seattle, Washington. Mount St. Helens takes its English name from the British diplomat Lord St Helens, a friend of explorer George Vancouver who made a survey of the area in the late 18th century. The volcano is located in the Cascade Range and is part of the Cascade Volcanic Arc, a segment of the Pacific Ring of Fire that includes over 160 active volcanoes. This volcano is well known for its ash explosions and pyroclastic flows.
Wallace Daniel Carter died on 16 Apr 1995 at the age of 84
Grave record for Wallace Daniel Carter (14 Nov 1910 - 16 Apr 1995), BillionGraves Record 10105165 Morgan, Morgan, Utah, United States