Father Wilford Waldo Bateman

1 Sep 1902 - 12 May 1977

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Father Wilford Waldo Bateman

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Married: 19 Nov 1924
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Alpine Cemetery

283 N 300 E
Alpine, Utah, Utah
United States
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Maurine Fage Bateman- Letter written by her sister, Josie.

Contributor: Chynna67 Created: 2 years ago Updated: 2 years ago

A LETTER TO LOUISE BATEMAN ROBERTS FROM JOSIE VINCENT June 9, 1975 Dear Louise, You asked me to tell you things your mother did when she was young. The first thing thinking back over the years was when my grandfather brought “Old Nellie” his horse and buggy for my mother to drive over to Messida where my father was installing pumps for irrigation project. Mother, Marcella, Maurine, Roy and I would get in the buggy and off to Lehi and beyond we would go. My dad was very happy to see us and when he introduced us he always said of Marcella and Maurine, the big one was the little one. He meant Marcella was the older, but was smaller. I remember coming back one time and we got in a terrible rainstorm and so we stayed to Aunt Fannie Bone’s overnight. We got up bright and early the next morning to go on home. We had no way of letting grandfather know we were alright so we hurried home and he was there waiting for us. I remember my mother always used to see that we went to Sunday school. My brother Roy was a timid boy and would not defend himself. He’d come home all dirty and crying because some boys would waylay him and would give him a licking. This one Sunday Maurine decided he had been picked on enough, so she held back some of the boys and if Roy tried to get away she’d collar him and make him fight. He made a good showing of himself and the bigger boys left him alone after that. We had our grandfather live with us for 11 years. And no one made him feel more wanted than Maurine. He’d try to help us do dishes, etc. and she’d grab him around the middle and she’d waltz him all around the kitchen. I have seen her lift him clear off his feet many times just to tease him and he must have weighed 240 or 250 lbs. Our home all my life was a place for young people to gather and oh, what singing and playing went on, Maurine had a girl friend by the name of Loraine Nelson and she could make our piano talk. We especially liked a piece we called 20 pages. It was too hard to remember its name. Maurine and Loraine played duets, too. We had an Aunt “Cad Walker” who lived around the corner and down two houses. She was a character. Maurine and Ora Frampton were always full of fun and a few pranks. One halloween they went to her home and wired her gate shut, then they knocked on her door and ran a tic-tac-toe down her window. It made a terrible noise. They quickly climbed over the fence but Aunt Cad couldn’t get out to catch them if she could. She called after them and said she’d “set ‘em afire.” My father laid a spring floor in what we called the “Orphens Hall”. It later became the gymnasium of the Pleasant Grove High School. It was a wonderful floor to dance on. My father saw to it we learned to dance. Maurine was a pretty girl and she never wanted for dancing partners. One summer Maurine, me, Ora Frampton, Clara Williamson, Florence Thorne, Rita Page, Annabelle Lee and Ella Frampton went hunting frogs. We wanted to fry the legs. We had a flour sack over a third full. We brought them up to the railroad tracks, some of us killed them by hitting their heads on the track. The other cut the legs off. I think that was the first day any of us had tasted jello. We had a washer down our basement and we had to take turns of 100 times on each load of washing. Then we could go play until our turn came around again. We had the flu. Jennie worked at the court house in Provo and she brought it home. I slept with her so I caught it next. Then Marcella and Roy came down with it. We had what we called the Parlor and next to it was the bedroom. When they built the house they intended to have a fireplace but it was quite expensive to have it bricked up so Daddy just boarded it up. We had a fire in the bedroom and one in the Parlor, and the wood caught fire. I had just started to be up from the flu and I walked over to the window to see who was coming down the driveway because it sounded like a wagon on frozen snow. I turned around and saw the fire and hollered “fire!” Mother and Maurine came running in and our Dad had just come home from Provo Canyon where he worked. They put the fire out but Roy got chilled from the excitement and got pneumonia. He was really a sick boy. Maurine and mother was our nurses all the time and she and mom nor daddy got the flu. Maurine was always loving and kind. Speaking of grandfather, he was a joy in our home. He played cards with us in the winter, every kind of game you could think of. In the summer we made our own baseball and played it. Then we played a game called “Tippy.” We had a flat bat, a tippy with a a sharp pont on each end. You would stand two paces back of a circle and pitch the tippy toward the circle. If you pitched it in the center you were out. You’d hit the tippy in the air as high as you could, then if you were quick enough you’d hit again as far away from the circle as you could. Then you’d give whomever you were playing with so many jumps to come from the tippy to the circle. The one who made the most jumps to the circle won the game. Then we’d sit on the lawn and play Mumble peg. Then we’d play pick-up sticks. We would take from eight to twenty sticks and place them about six inches apart. Then we’d hop from one to the other and pick up a stick on each end. If you didn’t step on or move a stick in anyway, then the one who had the most sticks won the game. We always were busy **** something. I remember we had to sew a ball of rags before we could go play sometimes or help shell peas or husk corn. My mother had school teachers board at our house. She was a wonderful cook so we had a lot of dishes to do. Marcella got herself a job at Hedquist Drug so the dishes were mine and Maurine’s job. Maurine had a pretty Alto voice and I sang Soprano to all the new songs of the day, as well as,the hymns in our Sunday School hymnal. All three of us girls sang in the operas presented at the Hight School. Roy did also. I remember one Sunday Waldo came alone to see Maurine. He usually came with some other boy, but this time he came alone. He asked mother and father to go for a ride with him and Maurine. Roy and I wanted to go with them but they wouldn’t let us. They only went a little way when Waldo stopped the car and asked if he could marry Maurine. As soon as Daddy said yes, he turned around and brought them back. Then when they went to get their marriage license, daddy and mother had to go with Maurine because she wasn’t eighteen. When they got in the court house, Waldo asked Maurine where her pennines were. She asked him, what pennies, then he said for a license. She was scared to death as it was, then to have him ask for money to pay for the right to get married, well that was a shocker! He sure was a big tease. Maurine worked for Mr. A.K. Thoton in theThorton Drug Store. She was a concientious worker. One day a lady got off the Orem train and she had a magpie. She had got off at the wrong station so she had quite a long wait until the next train came. Maurine talked to the lady and the lady had the magpie talk to Maurine. She was really excited about the bird talking. The lady said if Maurine would pick a bouquet of roses she’d give the bird to her. Maurine did and we had the bird that could talk. We couldn’t make it talk like the lady did, but Maurine sure did like it and called it “Tuxedo.” One day it got out of the cage and flew away. They had a contest for Strawberry Queen. You had to buy merchandise to get so many tickets to win so the one with the most money would get the honor of being queen. Someone put Maurine’s name up for queen but my dad made them take it off. He said if it was a popularity contest her name could stay but he didn’t want anyone to buy his girl the “ queenship” with money. Maurine was singularly honored one day by being designated “Valentine of the Day.” Her neighbors and friends wrote of her that she gave a pair of booties or a baby bib or some other item to let the mother and baby know it was welcome in the city of Alpine. Dan Valentine of the Salt Lake Tribune gave her that singular honor. “By your deeds shall you be known.” Each spring before we had the new kitchen built on we would move down in the basement to do our cooking and eating. I have a newspaper clipping showing exactly how the stove looked down stairs. The name Maurine must have been really popular in Pleasant Grove for there was our Maurine, Maurine Gammett, Maurine Bullock, Maurine Adamson, all of them the same age and Maurine Summerhays who was a few years older. When Vida was living in Durango, Colorado, our father took a picture of Jennie, Marcella, Maurine, and I one Sunday with our backs turned. Then he took the same when we were facing the camera. Vida could hardly believe we were so much the same size. I had to stand on a piece of wood to be as tall as they were but I didn’t lack much of being as tall. It was my brother Roy and my delight to watch Maurine and Marcella’s boy friends come with boxes of chocolates and we would skip down the stairs and watch them through the transom window. Soon they got wise to us and wouldn’t stand so we could see them when they brought the sweets. We used to go picking berries at Effie Marrots with my mother. Maurine was real quick with her fingers and would soon have more berries than anyone else. Mrs. Larsen surely liked to have Maurine pick raspberries for her. Aunt Cad had Maurine and Ora pick currents for her. It ws surely hard work. But it seems like Maurine never lacked for jobs in the spring at the berry patchers. She picked strawberries fo r Tomlinsons. They then started the Pleasant Grove Canning Company and she worked there. It wasn’t as hard work and the pay was better than picking berries. I can’t think of anything else that would be iof interest to you. Maybe this isn’t what you were looking for. Maybe it answers some of the things she did. Whatever else she did in her life, it was the thought uppermost in her mind to make things better and more meaningful to everyone all of her life. A truly lovely and wonderful person. She was an angel heaven let live on this earth for a very little while. Sincerely, Aunt Josie (Josie Fage Vincent is Maurine’s younger sister)

Wilford Waldo Bateman-Life Sketch

Contributor: Chynna67 Created: 2 years ago Updated: 2 years ago

Wilford Waldo Bateman Life Sketch Given by Afton D. Burgess Wilford Waldo Bateman was born in Alpine, Utah September 1, 1902; the eleventh and last child born to Joseph Thomas and Julia Clara Strong Bateman. He was only ten months old when his Father was called on a mission to Atlanta, Georgia. His older brother Bert assumed the responsibility of the family and Waldo seemed to be his special charge. When their father returned after, two years, Waldo said he thought he had two fathers. His childhood days were happy ones and he cherished the memories of their family life together. Living on a farm he learned early many lessons in thrift, unselfishness, and the value of hard work. He recalled the cows they milked night and morning and how his parents looked forward to the milk check, their only regular source of income. He was raised in a religious home and was taught the gospel while still a child. Apparently his mother was a gifted story teller for he related many incidents that his mother had told him of true happenings dealing with the church and its leaders. As a child he learned great lessons in unselfishness as his mother gave food and clothing to the Indians and Gypsies who regularly visited the town. Perhaps his love and concern for others came as a result of helping to care for George Bodison, and elderly blind neighbor. His parents often sent him over to help Mr. Bodison in the house, or yard, take him a nourishing meal or run an errand for him. Waldo also kept him saved and cut his hair. These characteristics have remained throughout his life, for he has been most kind and thoughtful to those in need. I have heard my Aunt Belva tell how he has taken she and others to the store for groceries, to the drug store for medicine or to the temple. He will long be remembered for his pleasant thoughtful ways, and greatly missed by friends, neighbors, and loved ones. Recalling his boyhood days, Waldo remembered how his father cared for 30-35 stands of bees and the attire he dressed so the bees wouldn’t sting him. After the honey was extracted he remembered how his mother melted the wax from the honeycomb and sold it to others for paraffin to be used for canning. He was proud of his brothers and sisters and their accomplishments. Five of them went on missions for the L.D.S. church. Wilford Booth, whom Waldo was named after hoped Waldo could be sent to Palestine on a mission, but money was scares and circumstances such that he remained at home. He was baptized a member of the L.D.S. church on September 3, 1910 by Clifford Strong and confirmed by him the following day. He served as a scoutmaster for four years, was in the Elders Quorum Presidency and was ward music director for a almost twenty years. His beautiful voice was often heard as he sang in a quartet or in duets with his brother Frank. In his later years he looked forward to doing Temple Work, in fact in January of this year he was getting ready to go to the temple when he had his first heart attack. Since that time his health has steadily declined. He was an active member of the Priesthood and held the office of High Priest at the time of his death. He received his first eight years of schooling in Alpine, and one year of High School in American Fork. He loved music and when he wasn’t singing he was making music on his beloved cornet. When he was about 17 or 18 years old he was assistant band leader to a 17 piece band in the Alpine School. During World War I he went to work for the Utah Copper Co.; and with the exception of $5.00, he gave his parents all the money he had earned to help pay the taxes on their home and farm. His heart was big and many a person can relate incidents of his unselfish giving. If anyone did him a favor, he did back double and these same characteristics have become a part of his children. On November 19, 1924 he married Maurine Fage in the Salt Lake Temple. He did many odd jobs to make a livelihood; helping neighbors on their farms in the summer and working in the sugar factory at Delta in the winter. The winter they were married he was working for Utah Power and Light, building the Power House above Alpine. After the birth of their first child Louise, on August 23, 1925 they moved to Cedar City where he chopped and hauled ice to fit people’s old-fashioned ice boxes. On their return to Alpine he took the job of hauling milk to Salt Lake City, a job he held for 7 ½ years. I remember as a child hearing the rattle of milk cans early in the morning mingled with his beautiful voice. He loved to yodel and as the townspeople heard him approaching they dashed to get the milk cans out by the gate for him to pick up. He was always a happy person and willing to deliver a message or whatever, to someone in another part of town. He provided many persons, without transportation of their own, a free trip to Salt Lake City. During this time he also served as Town Marshall for one year. He worked at many jobs during his lifetime. Helping build the Alpine-Draper tunnel, worked in the Old Yankee Mine up American Fork Canyon and also in the mine at Lark. Later he worked in Magna at the Gilsinate Plant, then he spent 23 ½ years at the Geneva Steel Plant. His greatest sorrow came with the loss of his wife Maurine who passed away February 3, 1973. Since her death and until his recent illness he has spent many hours doing Temple Work in the Provo Temple. His wife Maurine made it a point to remember each child born in Alpine with a gift. Since her death Waldo has tried to continue this custom with his friends and neighbors. His thoughtfulness is only exceeded by his generosity. He has remembered birthdays of friends and loved ones with a gift or card. He has been a firm believer in paying his tithes and offerings to the church and a great supporter of missionaries. He felt it a great privilege to keep his own son Brent in the mission field. He was never one to boast about the things he did but many of us have been the recipient of his kind deeds. He was proud of his family and you always found him present when his children or grandchildren participated in any event. The grandchildren will miss his treats of gum, candy, or mints that he always kept tucked away in a pocket. He loved working in the orchard behind his house until his health no longer permitted him to do so. His sons and daughters and their mates have done everything possible to make his declining years pleasant. Each have taken turns caring for him in their homes and visiting him frequently during the times he was in the hospital. On Thursday, May 12, 1977 while in the American Fork Hospital he slipped quietly into the eternities. He will be greatly missed by his three daughters and two sons. Also, by his 22 grandchildren, five great grandchildren and one sister Mrs. Evan (Emma) Jacobson of Springville. We shall all miss his happy smile and his warm handshake, but are solaced with the thoughts of the happy reunion taking place on the other side. Not Till Not till the loom is silent And the shuttles cease to fly, Will God unfold the pattern, And explain the reason why The dark threads were as needful, In the weaver’s skillful hand, As the threads of gold and silver, In the pattern that he planned. Author Unknown

Maurine Fage Bateman- Life Sketch

Contributor: Chynna67 Created: 2 years ago Updated: 2 years ago

Maurine Fage Bateman Funeral sketch, February 5, 1973 By Afton D. Burgess Maurine Fage Bateman was born December 15, 1906 in Pleasant Grove, Utah. She was the eighth child in a family of 10 children born to Joseph David and Eva Cordelia Thorne Fage. Her childhood days were happy ones, and she always cherished the memories of their family life together. Music and laughter were characteristic of the Fage home, and were the important factors which kept the home fires burning. Friends were always welcome, and as the crowds gathered around the piano, the strains of happy voices could be heard around the neighborhood. Maurine's mother often had fresh bread and cake for all the friends who loved to come there after a dance. Her father and mother joined in the merriment and friends were delighted when her father would step-dance for them. Unselfishness was a characteristic that was instilled into her life while yet a child, as she watched her mother feed any and all who came to their door. Living near the railroad tracks, frequent visitors made their way to their home asking for food and were never refused. Maurine has certainly emulated this unselfish characteristic for I have heard many cite examples of her and Waldo giving of their substance to others even when they themselves were in need. This trait is also very evident in their own children. Maurine completed grade and high school at Pleasant Grove where she graduated in the spring of 1924. She was never afraid of work and approached every task with diligence and a desire to do all or more than was expected. As a young girl she was a much sought after baby sitter, for children loved her dearly. She also picked fruit for many fruit growers and as she relates in her own history, was delighted to work at one time for Howard R. Driggs, author of “The White Indian Boy” and other outstanding writings. She worked at the Pleasant Grove cannery and later at Thornton’s Store and Hedquist Drug in Pleasant Grove. On November 19, 1924, she married Wilford Waldo Bateman in the Salt Lake Temple. With the exception of a few months in Pleasant Grove and Cedar City, their entire married life has been spent in Alpine. Her years of service in the church began long before she married. She has worked in all the organizations and served in various capacities, but music seemed to be her first love. She seemed always to have time to practice with, or accompany any and all who ask. She served as ward organist for many years and found great joy in playing for or accompanying her own children on their instruments. Her prelude and postlude music were an essential part on many occasions as this one today. She will truly be missed. Hers was a life of service and giving to others. Practically every home in Alpine has at one time or another been a recipient of some of her handiwork. For almost 27 years she has crocheted a baby gift for each child born in Alpine. My own child was one of the first to receive a token of her handiwork. As the wards were divided she had her daughter Lorna keep her informed as to new arrivals of babies their ward and they too have received her beautifully made remembrance. Her hands were never idle and her thoughts were always concerned with what she could do to help someone else. She often assisted Primary teachers in teaching children how to crochet. Her grandchildren will long remember her for the beautiful articles of clothing she crocheted for each of them. This past year, she spent countless hours making a patchwork quilt for each of her children, which she presented them for Christmas. Maurine seldom missed Relief Society and her handiwork you will find for years to come on the beautiful crocheted edges she made on Relief Society pillowcases. When she was given a task you could depend on her, for she always finished what she started. Each year on Alpine Day, her talent was again most evident. Her children and grandchildren remember the hours she spent making baked goods for the bazaar and getting certain articles in readiness for the handiwork display. One of her quilts last year won the sweepstakes ribbon. With all the things she did she still found time to tend grandchildren, help her daughters at fruit canning season, do that basket of ironing for one of them or bake several pies and take to their home. Through her own thoughtfulness she has taught her children to be unselfish and to find joy in serving others. She and her good husband have been most thoughtful of widows, older people, or others without transportation. Needless to say many are the things they have done that on one but the recipient knows anything about, for she and Waldo were never ones to boast about or make mention of their good deeds. Their reward shall surely be great. She was ever grateful for their five wonderful children, 3 daughters and 2 sons. She was proud of their accomplishments and with the help of a devoted companion they taught them the many things essential for a good and happy life. Though they were never blessed with great material wealth she felt they were wealthy indeed to be blessed with such a wonderful family. They often made mention of the fact that it was a privilege to keep their son, Brent, on a foreign mission. Their eyes would fill with tears as they read his welcome letters and shared his experiences with others. You always found both she and Waldo present when their children or grandchildren participated in any event. The children in turn have been equally proud of their parents. They recall the time their mother taught them some of the fundamental things of life by means of a verse. Instead of scolding her children if a problem arose, she sang a little pertinent phrase from one of our hymns. Their home was one in which everyone was made welcome e and it was never too much trouble to feed anyone who visited them. Maurine has enjoyed good health until about two years ago when it was discovered that she had sugar diabetes. Though her health failed rapidly this past year you seldom heard her complain, and she continued to keep busy. In fact she had her crochet needles working while waiting for the doctor to make his final diagnosis. She suffered greatly during the few remaining days of her life, but no murmuring word escaped her lips. Her husband, sons, daughters have been most thoughtful of their wife and mother and all were at her bedside at 6:25 P.M. Saturday, February 3, 1973, when she quietly slipped away into the eternities. Survivors include her husband Waldo and their five children: Also surviving are 18 grandchildren, 2 great grandchildren and the following brothers and sisters: Mrs. Vida Conway – Pleasant Grove Robert Fredrick – Los Angles Mrs. Josie Vincent – Provo Roy Thorne – Roy Her passing has touched a sympathetic chord in the hearts of everyone whose privilege it was to know her. She has left to you a heritage which is beyond price and in your days to come may you still have the influence of her sweet spirit to guide and sustain you. Though her once busy hands are now quiet And death has stilled her voice Her unselfish service for others Leaves memories fond and choice. Kind, unassuming and patient Her talents each of us have seen, Friendly, considerate and humble These aptly describe our Maurine. Written by Afton D. Burgess

Joseph Thomas Bateman & Julia Clara Strong

Contributor: Chynna67 Created: 2 years ago Updated: 2 years ago

JOSEPH THOMAS BATEMAN October 4, 1858 – October 6, 1936 On the 10th of May 1869, the driving of the “Golden Spike” at Promontory, Utah was the culmination of a monumental feat completing the Transcontinental Railroad. Only ten years prior to this grand event, Joseph Thomas Bateman was born to Samuel Bateman and Marinda Allen. His birth, on October 4, 1858, took place in the town of West Jordan, Salt Lake County, Utah. He was the third son of a family of thirteen children who were all born in a time when money was scarce, scratching out a meager living was plentiful and love of God was paramount. The parents of Joseph Thomas were Mormon pioneers whose families sacrificed much to join the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints and crossed the great plains to be with the Saints in Utah. Samuel Bateman was raised in a large family, he being one of twelve children. Samuel was born July 1, 1832 in Manchester, England. The Bateman family accepted Mormonism while living in Manchester and crossed the Atlantic Ocean on the ship, Lehi Philadelphia, about 1839. Reportedly, their family was one of the first Mormon emigrants to enter the United States by way of New Orleans, traveling up the Mississippi River to arrive in Nauvoo to be with the saints. While in Nauvoo, young Samuel heard the Prophet Joseph Smith speak and saw the laying of the cornerstone of the Nauvoo Temple. His family moved to Augusta, Iowa. Samuel attended school for a time, worked in the brickyard of his uncle, later worked in his father’s brickyard and assisted on the family farm. Samuel was baptized into the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints by his father, Thomas Bateman, in the Skunk River sometime in 1844. After the Prophet Joseph Smith and his brother Hyrum Smith were killed July 27, 1844 at Carthage, Illinois, the Bateman’s moved back to Nauvoo for a short time but persecutions drove them back to Augusta, Iowa where hard work at the brickyard brought money to help them move West. They moved by degrees from place to place: Little Pigeon, Big Pidgeon, Kainsville, St. Joseph, working to help make the dream of moving West possible. In 1850, Samuel Bateman along with his parents and siblings left for the Rocky Mountains. Records of the Livingston and Kinkead Freight Train (1850) list the names of the Bateman family in the company. Another source lists the family as having traveled in the James Pace Company at the same time. Further research may find that the companies traveled together. More research is needed to be definite. They arrived in the Salt Lake Valley in 1850 and established a home in West Jordan, Utah. Samuel Bateman At the age of 21, Samuel was working the ferry of the Jordan River that separated the towns of East Jordan and West Jordan. The bridges on the Jordan River had been washed away due to heavy rains that had forced the river out of its channel. Samuel ferried a father, mother, and their six children across the river and directed them to a log cabin near the flour mill where they were to make their home. He then said to his companions, “I just ferried my father-in-law across the Jordan River.” Marinda Allen, the 15 year old that caught Samuel’s eye, was born in Jamaica, Long Island, New York, on June 21, 1838. The Allen’s joined the Mormon Church when Marinda was very young and later the family moved to Flushing, New York. Moving on to St. Louis, Missouri in April 1847, Marinda’s father found work easily, being a miller. In December 1848, Marinda was baptized a member of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints, the “Mormon Church.” This baptism took place in Shoalter’s pond after the ice had been broken. Most children were baptized at the age of eight; however, her baptism had been delayed due to the persecutions that plagued the church members. “The Allen’s left St. Louis from Council Bluffs expecting to start the long journey across the plains. They were well provided with food, clothes, equipment and cash. But the church authorities in charge of emigration asked the Allen’s to give their wagon and provisions to a family whom they had decided should go first. This was done but not without disappointment, of course. They had been taught that obedience is better than sacrifice, but in this case obedience and sacrifice were both demanded. About four years later, they were prepared once more to start the journey. They left Council Bluffs June 5, 1853. Marinda’s father took plenty of provisions and more than enough white flour for his own family. This he shared with the company. While enroute, Marinda celebrated her fifteenth birthday, June 1, 1853 by assuming the responsibility of driving the ox-team and a cow a considerable part of the long trek across the plains. Her father had been chosen captain over ten wagons, and his duties were many. Marinda helped with the camping at night, and she yoked her oxen in the mornings. She assisted her mother with the other five children.” Marinda Allen Bateman Samuel Bateman and Marinda Allen became husband and wife on November 27, 1854. The marriage was performed by Luke Johnson, an elder in their church, and a Justice of the Peace. They were married in the Allen log cabin and an outdoor dinner was enjoyed by many guests. Later in the evening a dance was held in the cabin but only one couple could dance at a time due to the limited room. They lived in this one room log cabin with the Allen’s until Marinda’s father built an adobe home. The log cabin was moved next to a hillside where Samuel and Marinda built a room that ran from the house into the hillside. This addition had a dirt roof and one small window. This is where the family had its beginnings and thirteen children were born to this union. The first Bateman child was born just thirteen months after his parent’s marriage. His name was Samuel Allen, born December 27, 1855. However, he only lived to be 10 months old, dying October 20, 1856. Joseph Thomas’ next older brother, Daniel Rapalyea was born 21 February, 1857. Joseph Thomas arrived the next October 4, 1858. Marinda Parthenia, the first girl, was born September 29, 1860 and another sister, Araminta Elizabeth born December 4, 1862. Edward Alonzo born January 29, 1865 was followed by Alberto Delos on November 8, 1866. Eliza Janetta was born March 5, 1869 and died tragically by drowning on June 26, 1870. This was a devastating incident for Samuel and Marinda. Mary Janetta was born October 3, 1871 and was named after her sister that had died; however, she was called Mary or Mary J. The twins were born next; Elzada Ophelia and Elzinia Amelia, born March 15, 1874. Elzada Ophelia died the following day. Child number twelve was Ada Laurelda born on November 12, 1876. And, the last child, Juliaetta Bateman was born December 31, 1878. Juliaetta wrote a book, “Little Gold Pieces, The Story of My Mormon Mother’s Life” where much of the information for this history was obtained. It is in this book that Juliaetta mentions that her brothers Joseph, Edward and Alberto were called Jodie, Eddie and Bertie. The nickname of “Jodie” was used throughout his life. As an adult, while living in Alpine, the name “Jodie” helped to distinguish him from his uncle Joseph Bateman, also living in the town. Joseph Thomas was still living at home when his father married Harriet Egbert as a plural wife on February 27, 1871. They were married by Daniel H. Wells. Harriet, age 16, was only four years older than Joseph Thomas and came to be a part of the family when he was twelve years old. The two women worked together, raised children together and shared the same husband. Harriet gave birth to eight children, two dying in infancy. Marinda became a midwife having been trained by the Doctors Shipp and delivered over 700 babies. With the children from both wives being raised under the same roof there must have been significant challenges, however, this was a family raised in love and strong convictions of their church. Not much is written about the younger years of Joseph Thomas Bateman. One brief history indicates that his younger years were hard because he had to assist his older brothers with helping to earn a meager living to help support the family. His sister indicates in her book that the children were taught to be “reverential, and we younger children said Brother Edward, Sister Marinda and so on. With the last of us we did not always say sister or brother but just Ada, or Elzinia.” There is mention that Joseph, Edward and Alberto were much like their mother in disposition. They were described as “quiet, tender and very loving.” They help greatly and went without comforts to care for the family while their father was gone. Joseph Thomas was baptized as a member of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints on 17th day of May 1869 by his father and confirmed a member the same day by Bishop A. Gardner. At the age of twelve, he herded his father’s cattle which included moving them from grazing lands. When he was seventeen, he took care of the cattle near Park City, Utah in an area known as Rhodes Valley. They were also driven south to the towns of Price and Helper, Utah, for several years. He spent one summer hauling ore at Fort Herriman and five years in the sheep business with his father and oldest brother. On one cattle drive, taking the cattle to the spring grazing range, he was herding the cattle around the point of the mountain in the southern part of Salt Lake valley. He noticed a buggy that had pulled off the side of the road, allowing more room along the narrow road for the cattle to pass. Joseph thanked the occupants of the buggy for their courtesy and apparently introductions took place. It appears to be a case of love at first sight, as correspondence commenced immediately, soon courtship and marriage followed. Joseph Thomas Bateman was ordained to the office of Elder on March 14, 1880 then he and Julia Clara Strong had a solemnized marriage in the Endowment House in Salt Lake City, Utah on July 15, 1880. Like his parents, they began a family that grew to include eleven children, five sons and six daughters. Julia Clara’s parents, William J. Strong and Julia Maria Dyer, were converted to the Latter Day Gospel in England, desired to join the saints in Zion and made their way to Alpine. Julia Clara was the oldest daughter and the fourth child of the family of ten children. Music was treasured in the Strong home. With the first organ in the town in her home, Clara learned to play and sing at a young age. By the age of twelve she sang in the ward choir, which she did for over fifty years. On April 5, 1875, the first Young Ladies Association was organized in Alpine and at age 15 years, Clara was chosen as its first President. She was set apart in tongues by Sister Eliza R. Snow at the home of Bishop T. J. McCullough. The interpretation was given by Sister Zina D. Young. Clara held the position for five years. Jodie and Clara, as they were called, began their married life in West Jordan where their first two children, both girls, were born. These children died very young. Julia Maud was born April 21, 1881 and died from whooping cough three weeks later on May 14, 1881in West Jordan, Utah. Mable Eliza was born May 16, 1882 also in West Jordan, Utah and died September 3, 1889 due to Typhoid Fever. Family records indicate that Mable Eliza died in West Jordan, however, the family was living in Highland, Utah and she is buried in the Alpine City Cemetery. The location of death needs more research. Joseph Alberto born 24 June 1884; Bertha Marinda born 30 May 1886 were born while the family lived in Highland, Utah; Lula Genevieve born 23 July 1888; William Allen born 15 February 1890; Samuel Sterling born 16 January 1892; Frank Oscar born 14 October 1893; Emma born 8 August 1896; Ardella born 27 April 1899 and Wilford Waldo born 1 September 1902, all born in the Bateman home in Alpine, Utah. After the two years living close to Joseph Thomas’s family in West Jordan, they moved to Highland, Utah which was close Clara’s hometown and family in Alpine. This home provided a start for their farm, as well as, a small sheep herd. They then bought a home in Alpine on 100 North 200 East were they raised their family. Their brick house had four rooms, a log room and a lean-to. The Bateman’s were “received into the Alpine Ward” on April 22, 1883. After his marriage, Joseph Thomas determined to keep the Sabbath Day holy. During his young years he worked on Sundays out of necessity. As an adult he became a strong advocate of keeping the Sabbath Day holy and lived this principle the rest of his life. He had a strong sense of honesty and was obedient to the council of Church Authorities including staying out of debt. His life was one of duty to family, church and community. He was ordained to the Office of a Seventy on the 19th of September, 1885, by H. S. Eldredge. Joseph Thomas had an appreciation for the out-of-doors where he spent much of his life. As mentioned he herded cattle before his marriage and the family farm he grew up on provided daily opportunities to help with or care for the various animals. He became skilled in veterinarian work and saved the lives of many horses, colts, cows and calves for himself, as well as, others. Because of his knowledge of the outdoors, it is reported that he was instrumental in bringing home many an animal that had been considered lost or possibly stolen. One account indicates, Patriarch James A. Bateman, a cousin, referred to Joseph Thomas as a “master scout” that had a great sense of direction in the mountains, even in the dark. In the 1880’s life for his parents and the extended Bateman family was difficult. Many that were living in polygamy experienced raids by the marshals, husbands went into hiding, some served prison sentences, paid fines and families often were left to be reared by mothers. Joseph Thomas’s father, Samuel, served time in the penitentiary for having plural wives and spent a great deal of time in Exile. As the body guard for presidents of the Mormon Church, Brigham Young, John Taylor and Wilford Woodruff, Samuel was frequently gone. It is unknown how much time Joseph Thomas was able to spend with his father in the years beginning his marriage and family because of these circumstances. However, Joseph Thomas shared the same conviction and dedication to that same church as he raised his family. Like his father, Joseph Thomas had the gift of healing. One history makes reference to this gift: “He, like his father, was blessed with the gift of healing. Many a night he went out administering to the sick with Lincoln Carlisle and others, and on coming home was filled with the spirit of the Lord so much that he was unable to tell of the marvelous healing they had witnessed under their hands, through the Holy Priesthood which they held.” His church callings throughout the years included; ward teacher, home missionary when the Utah Stake comprised the entire county, Sunday School teacher, assistant superintendent and superintendent of the Sunday School, and missionary. Joseph Thomas paid above and beyond what the church requested for assessments on the building of two church meeting houses erected in his beloved Alpine, as well as, the Alpine Stake Tabernacle which was built in American Fork. Old Alpine Chapel In 1887, and for a number of years following, he was Alpine city Marshal. In 1888 he was deputy road supervisor of Utah County and from 1889 to 1891 was the supervisor. In 1891 he was elected a member of the City Council and served three terms. He was one of the school trustees before the consolidation of the district and for sometime was manager of the town dances. In 1901 Joseph Thomas and three brother-in-laws; Don C. Strong Sr., Samuel O. Strong, and Frank D. Strong leased the large cooperative store that has been built on Main and Center Street in Alpine. The store had a granary built in the back, storehouse was upstairs and people exchanged produce for purchases at the store. In 1898 the telephone came to Alpine and was located in the Co-op store. In 1906 Joseph Thomas, was one of twenty Alpine citizens who brought in the first telephone party line to their homes. His son’s history explains the situation when Joseph Thomas receives a mission call. “On June 9, 1903, while he was Superintendent of the Sunday School he was called to fill a mission in the Southern States. This was a true test of his willingness to sacrifice. He received a letter from Box B, asking him to go to this mission. He realized that he had a wonderful helpmate, a woman of strength, devotion to the cause of truth, a good manager, a true wife and Latter-day Saint. As he sized up his financial condition, he also realized that he had a poor forty-acre farm, with insufficient water to raise a good crop, poor farming equipment, nine sons and daughters, only three or four being old enough to help very much, the baby, Wilford Waldo, six months old, lay sick in the cradle. When Joseph read the letter, he asked his wife’s opinion. Her answer came very firm, “By all means go, we’ll get along all right.” The crops were raised; money was borrowed to support him for two long years. It appeared to some that his wife had the mission and Joseph had the trip. He naturally worried and got along on as little as he could. Later on, he sacrificed in sending two of his sons and one daughter on missions, so they might bring souls up to their Heavenly Father.” Georgia Elders in Conference Assembled at Atlanta, Georgia on March 27, 1904. Joseph Thomas Bateman is center back with a mustache. Joseph Thomas demonstrated faith, obedience and sacrifice by answering the mission call. His call to the Southern States took him to Georgia and was a great example to his children. Throughout his life, Joseph Thomas quoted some of his favorite passages from the Bible such as, “Seek ye first the Kingdom of God and His righteousness, and all other things will be added.” Also, “Lay up treasures in Heaven, where moth and rust do not corrupt and thieves break through and steal.” Clara, remaining at home, cared for the children and the farm. She also had been raised in a religious home. Clara told her children of her childhood experience when President John Taylor, President of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints, stayed overnight at her parent’s home in Alpine. President Taylor told the story of the prophet Joseph Smith and his brother Hyrum Smith being killed by a mob at Carthage Jail but his life had been spared because a bullet had hit his watch knocking him out of the range of fire. Clara had been allowed to hold the watch, feeling the dents. Her strength and spirituality was always evident throughout her life making her a devoted helpmate to her husband. She was known as a peacemaker. Upon return from his mission, J. Golden Kimball set Joseph Thomas apart as President of the Seventies Quorum and he was in the Presidency for 26 years. Further sacrifices were made as he donated willingly to departing missionaries and to family research work. His dedication to the church continued as he served as a member of the Ward Genealogical committee and worked countless hours in the St. George, Logan and Salt Lake temples. If one were able to discuss sacrifice with Joseph Thomas, it is suspected that he may not consider his actions a sacrifice but rather an opportunity to serve the Lord and bless others. The home of Joseph Thomas and Julia Clara was filled with love and hard work. Each morning and evenings ritual included all members of the family turning their chairs from under the table as they knelt at the chair for prayer. As the leader of the home, Joseph Thomas was respected and would call upon members of the family to pray. Everyone took their turn and there always was a prayer of gratefulness and blessing on the food. Just as all family members were expected to be at prayer in the morning, everyone was expected to attend church each Sunday. All the children were baptized into the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints and followed the teachings of the Gospel. There were no modern conveniences. Water was carried from the ditch that ran in the front of the yard and clothes were washed on a board. The lot was planted with apples, pears, peaches, plums, cherries, and berries which all had to be cared for and the fruit dried or preserved. Joseph Thomas raised bees. His children remember the 30-35 bee stands. He would wear a big heavy overcoat and a screen around his hat but the bees would find their way in and sting him anyway. He eventually had been stung so many times that it was reported that his body “threw off a scent and then they didn’t bother him anymore.” The family had a honey extractor. Honey was extracted for the families use and Clara, after boiling the honey out of the wax, would mold it and sell it to others for canning or other uses. The Bateman farms had many cattle, sheep, hogs, horses, chickens and geese. Joseph Thomas owned stock in the Provo Woolen Mills and after sheering he would take the wool to be made into cloth that Clara would use to make clothing. Together they plucked down from the geese. Joseph Thomas would hold the goose as Clara carefully plucked the down which was used for feather beds and pillows. Clara and Joseph Thomas opened there home to many a visitor. Joseph Thomas had been raised with many a visitor stopping at his childhood home for food, shelter, and protection. This carried over to this married life. He and Clara often hosted extended family or friends at the dinner table. Relatives from West Jordan would come for a visit and due to the limited space, the men and boys often slept in the barn while the females occupied the house. A blind neighbor, Mr. Boddison, was often at the dinner table and Clara kept his clothing clean and pressed, as well as, doing laundry for an elderly couple in town. As previously mentioned Joseph Thomas was involved in community activities as well as religious activities. In the small haven of Alpine nestled in the mountains, civic and religious activities often intermingled. Many people in the town were related and being so small it seemed everyone knew everyone. From New Years parties, to Valentine Dances, Easter hikes, picnics, programs, the sacred Decoration Day (Memorial Day) program at the cemetery to Fourth and Twenty Fourth of July celebrations, and more, towns folk celebrated together. In the book, “Alpine Yesterdays-A History of Alpine, Utah County, Utah 1850-1980,” the following mentions Joseph Thomas’s participation in a town celebration; “Jody (Jodie) Bateman added to the excitement of the day with a special act during the outside programs by faking an Indian attack. Riding a horse at top speed and dragging a stuffed body resembling a man he came tearing down the street, letting out blood curdling yells, while shooting blank cartridges at the body.” Indians lived near the creek in Alpine. The baby of the family, Waldo, remembers being afraid of the Indians. He would hide behind Clara’s skirts when the Indians came to their home. Clara gave them loaves of homemade bread, ½ sack of flour, ham and bacon. As a great horseman Joseph Thomas always had good horses that were dependable and big. He spent a lot of time in the mountains. Cedar trees were brought from the mountains and planted on their home lot. When his dear wife Clara died from heart problems, Joseph Thomas made another trip to the mountains and brought back three cedar trees that he carefully planted on their Alpine cemetery lot. Although this is a history of Joseph Thomas, the following information regarding the circumstances of Clara’s death is included to show the strength of her character and her closeness to her family even beyond the veil. Clara died November 15, 1931 in her home. Her daughter, Ardella Ford, wrote the following about her passing. “On Mother’s birthday we went to see her. She seemed fine. On November 7th they called saying Mother was ill and the doctor had put her to bed. Bertha and I stayed with her for a week. She had so many friends and the Priesthood came and gave her a blessing. On Wednesday morning I was combing her hair as she was propped up in bed. Father was sitting by the bed reading. All at once she raised her head and said as if she was surprised ‘Oh, Father’, just as if someone had stepped into the room. Father jumped up and came to the bed. She put her hand out not looking away saying ‘No, it is my father’. Then she said, ‘Oh, Mother’, then ‘Don’. That was mother’s brother who was dead. Then she said, ‘Oh, Fred’, he was another brother. She said, ‘Oh, what beautiful flowers’. She said to my father ‘Why don’t you speak to them?’ Father said’ I can’t see them’. Then she just looked and talked and said, ‘I can’t go today’. Then, she said to me ‘Dear, this is Uncle Fred’. It was a one sided conversation and she finally said, ‘I will be ready’. Then she told Father and I that they would call for her on Sunday morning. She began making preparations like one planning a trip. Burial clothes, funeral service, even the food for people who would come. She had loaned money to my brothers. She had me mark all of the accounts paid in full. She told me to arrange for someone to be with father. The only time she cried was when she spoke of him. On Friday morning she talked with her folks as she had on Wednesday. She said how hard it was to leave Father, but she would be ready at 7:00 A.M. On Saturday night all of the family came. Father and the boys administered to her. She talked to each boy separately. No one slept much that night. We knew death was near. At 7:00 A.M. she closed her eyes and she was gone without a struggle. Her funeral service was carried out according to her wishes.” Joseph Thomas and Julia Clara had remained devoted to each other for over 51 years. Their daughter Emma indicated she never heard her parents argue and the entire family seemed to be so happy. Theirs was a family of music, joy in the simple living, hard work but most of all, love. The humble little home on 100 North and 200 East remained Joseph Thomas’s home for the rest of his life. After his dear, sweet Clara passed away his son and daughter-in-law, Frank and Erma, moved in to help care for him during his last years. Waldo and his wife, Maurine, lived next door to Joseph Thomas and Clara most of their married life and had been a great help, as well. Beginning in 1933 Joseph Thomas had several strokes. The first stroke impaired his speech. He continued regular attendance at public gatherings but not being able to take part seemed to compound his loneliness. His family was a great comfort to him and visits, especially from the young children, were a bright spot for him. Four days before his 78th birthday, he informed his youngest son that it had been made known to him that he would die on his birthday. Death came on October 6, 1936, two days after his birthday. One short history indicated the following regarding his death, “While sleeping peacefully his spirit left his body, without a sign of a struggle, only to waken on other shores where loved ones await him and he can continue his good work unharmed by the ills of life. He was found lying with his hand under his head, as he had slept through the years." After his death, Frank and Erma remained in the home the rest of their lives completing almost 90 years of Bateman memories in the same house. There are histories of each of the eleven children that were compiled by Louise Bateman Roberts, a grand-daughter to Joseph Thomas and daughter of Waldo. The children that were living at the time that Louise was compiling histories paid tribute to their dear parents. Waldo’s history indicates, “He was a real honest man. He's one of the noblest works of God. I think that honesty was all the religion you needed and he practiced what he preached. “It was a pleasure to sit down with Dad and Mother and eat a meal. You could just feel their good spirit, just quiet and nice, a supreme feeling. I really enjoyed just sitting there. You didn’t have to talk; you could just feel the good spirit there. I figure I was favored by being the last. I often said I wish they could have lived another twenty years so I could have done more for them. I still felt like I was in their debt. You get involved with your own family and try to take care of them. You should really honor your parents.” He and mother were the most unselfish people that I ever knew. They were always thinking about helping someone.” Emma wrote, “As a child I thought our home was the most beautiful place in the world and I look back and remember it as the happiest home in the world. “There were young boys and girls in almost every home in the neighborhood and so many games to play. We had a wonderful time. In the evenings we would all get together to study our school lessons, pop corn, make honey candy and sing and play the organ. We were surely a happy group. Mother would spend her evenings mending, darning, making beautiful rugs. Father always read the Bible and other church works.” Ardella’s personal history indicated, “We had a very happy, clean, comfortable home, where love and understanding prevailed. A strong belief in God was instilled at an early age. “My parents were sweet to each other and raised us with kindness. If a misunderstanding came they seemed to be able to count to ten, never raising their voices and they ruled with kindness. “Meal time was a happy time as we talked over things that happened during the day. We seemed to realize only pleasant things should be discussed. I can see father now as his beautiful brown eyes would light as he would chuckle quietly at any funny thing. He never laughed out loud.” The family of Joseph Thomas Bateman may have been much like other families of the time and certainly very much like the other families nestled in the quaint little town of Alpine, Utah. Many were from, what they called “pioneer stock.” They were physically strong, as well as, spiritually strong. They shared struggles and sacrifices, successes and joys. It was a beloved place. Alpine, this little place beneath the mountains was home, the dear home of Joseph Thomas Bateman and this little place was family to him. Even today (2010), with homes spreading up the mountain sides, descendants of Joseph Thomas and Julia Clara Bateman reside within this beautiful place where there was “Love At Home.” Joseph Thomas Bateman was born on Oct. 4, 1858 at West Jordan, Salt Lake County, Utah to Samuel Bateman and Marinda Allen. M Joseph Thomas BATEMAN Born: 4 Oct 1858 Place: West Jordon, Salt Lake, Utah Died: 6 Oct 1936 Place: Alpine, Utah, Utah Buried: 10 Oct 1936 Place: Alpine, Utah, Utah Julia Clara Strong was born on 22 Oct 1859 at Alpine, Utah County, Utah to William Johnson Strong and Julia Maria Dyer. F Julia Clara Strong Born: 22 Oct 1859 Place: Alpine, Utah, Utah Died: 15 Nov 1931 Place: Alpine, Utah, Utah Buried: 18 Nov 1931 Place: Alpine, Utah, Utah Joseph Thomas Bateman married Julia Clara Strong on Oct 15, 1880 at Salt Lake City, Salt Lake County, Utah. Children of Joseph Thomas Bateman and Julia Clara Strong include; F Julia Maud BATEMAN Born: 21 Apr 1881 Place: West Jordan, Salt Lake, Utah Died: 14 May 1881 Place: West Jordan, Utah, Salt Lake F Mable Eliza BATEMAN Born: 16 May 1882 Place: West Jordan, Salt Lake, Utah Died: 3 Sep 1889 Place: West Jordan, Utah, Salt Lake M Joseph Alberto BATEMAN Born: 24 Jun 1884 Place: Alpine, Utah, Utah Died: 4 Jan 1959 Place: Salt Lake City, Salt Lake, Utah Buried: 7 Jan 1959 Place: Alpine, Utah, Utah F Bertha Marinda BATEMAN Born: 30 May 1886 Place: Alpine, Utah, Utah Died: 21 Dec 1951 Place: Provo, Utah, Utah Buried: 24 Dec 1951 Place: Provo, Utah, Utah F Lula Genevieve BATEMAN Born: 23 Jul 1888 Place: Alpine, Utah Co., Utah Died: 19 Jul 1966 Place: Glenwood Springs, Colorado Buried: 22 Jul 1966 Place: Glenwood Springs, Colorado M William Allen BATEMAN Born: 15 Feb 1890 Place: Alpine, Utah, Utah Died: 5 Nov 1967 Place: Salt Lake City, Salt Lake, Utah Buried: 8 Nov 1967 Place: Wasatch Lawn Cemetery, Salt Lake City, Salt Lake, Utah M Samuel Sterling BATEMAN Born: 16 Jan 1892 Place: Alpine, Utah, Utah Died: 27 Feb 1969 Place: Salt Lake City, Salt Lake, Utah Buried: 3 Mar 1969 Place: Salt Lake City, Salt Lake, Utah M Frank Oscar BATEMAN Born: 14 Oct 1893 Place: Alpine, Utah, Utah Died: 3 Oct 1972 Place: American Fork, Utah, Utah Buried: 6 Oct 1972 Place: Alpine, Utah, Utah F Emma BATEMAN Born: 8 Aug 1896 Place: Alpine, Utah, Utah Died: 14 Jan 1981 Place: Springville, Utah, Utah Buried: 17 Jan 1981 Place: Evergreen Cemetery, Springville, Utah, Utah F Ardella BATEMAN Born: 27 Apr 1899 Place: Alpine, Utah, Utah Died: 22 Feb 1974 Place: Provo, Utah, Utah Buried: 23 Feb 1974 Place: Cedar City, Iron, Utah M Wilford Waldo BATEMAN Born: 1 Sep 1902 Place: Alpine, Utah, Utah Died: 12 May 1977 Place: American Fork, Utah, Utah Buried: 14 May 1977 Place: Alpine, Utah, Utah Information for this history was compiled from a variety of sources: Little Gold Pieces, The Story of My Mormon Mother’s Life by Juliaetta Bateman Jensen Alpine Yesterdays, A History of Alpine, Utah County, Utah 1850-1980 by Jennine Adams Wild Biographies and Autobiographies of the children of Joseph Thomas and Julia Clara Strong Bateman www.lds.org - Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints, Church History Library, Pioneer Company After joining the Daughters of the Utah Pioneers (DUP), Beehive Camp, in 2009 I was invited to prepare and present an ancestor history. As I researched information about my ancestors I was amazed with their stories. I could find information about Samuel and Marinda Allen Bateman, Mormon pioneers, and it was fascinating. However, I became interested in my great grandfather, Joseph Thomas Bateman, a native pioneer. The search for information became addicting and as I learned more about him, he became real to me. There started to grow a love and respect for this great ancestor and his family. This family seemed familiar, their home was familiar and the stories were as if I had witnessed them. It seemed that I knew the ending of their stories as if I had been there to see it for myself. It was if I had viewed them through a magic window at some time in my past. I felt that I had watched them through their struggles, disappointments, and trials and then saw their happiness, simple pleasures, and service to others. I wonder if my grandfather or someone else had told me their story and I had put it deep in my memory in an area that was hidden until this research brought it forth. Perhaps I was granted a view of them from a heavenly home before my birth. Feelings of respect and honor have been strong and tears of love have been shed for these dear ancestors. The more I searched the more questions were raised. There is much more research needed, to clarify and certainly more to learn about the Bateman’s. And I look forward to the search for more treasures to be known about this family that exemplified honestly, hard work, service, dedication, love of family and devotion to God. With respect and love, LaDawn Jensen Carter Great Grand-daughter of Joseph Thomas Bateman Grand-daughter of Wilford Waldo Bateman Daughter of Clarine Bateman Jensen May 2010

JOSEPH THOMAS AND JULIA CLARA STRONG BATEMAN-by Emma Bateman Jacobson

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This history was written by Emma Bateman Jacobson, the daughter of Joseph Thomas and Julia Clara Strong Bateman. It is located in a "Book of Remembrance" which is in the personal records of LaDawn J. Carter. LIFE STORY OF JOSEPH THOMAS AND JULIA CLARA STRONG BATEMAN Written by Emma Bateman Jacobson What I remember about my father was he was one of the kindest, best men that ever lived. Every night after our dinner, he would get his Liahona, that was a church paper, and he would turn his back to the table to get the light from the lamp that was in the middle of the table. Then he would read. I don't remember any night that he was at home that he wasn't reading. Mother would sit and do the mending and sometimes he would read aloud, but most of the time the children were around the table getting lessons. Our neighbor who was blind usually came over to spend the evening and sometimes when the children were trying to study and didn't have time, or felt like they didn't have time to visit with him, they used to put him by the stove and make up the fire to get him good and warm. He'd doze off and go to sleep. That was George Boddison. We loved him and mother was so good to him. Almost every day he was invited to our place for a lovely dinner. He'd come over and spend the evening and sometimes we'd sing and then get him to sing for us. He had a lovely voice but he'd been blind and lived alone for many years. Father went on a mission when our youngest brother Waldo was just 10 months old. He went down in the Southern States and filled a mission there. He labored in Georgia. I don't know whether he was in another state or not. Since then four children have filled missions and many, many grandsons have filled missions. I never did hear him or mother argue as they seemed so happy and really loved their children and were always so kind and good to them. Every night my mother would carry the lamp up the stairs and they were steep steps. It was a coal oil lamp, and she would check on us to see if we were covered up. I think she made several trips every night to check on us. We had two bedrooms upstairs. The boys and the girls slept there. Father's mother and father had many children. My mother and father were the parents of six girls and five boys. The first girl was about three months old when she died. Our sister Mable was about seven years old when she died. They've all gone now but my brother Waldo and me. We love each other and we're so happy to get to see each other often. My mother used to braid such beautiful rugs. One night, one of the stake president came up. He said "Oh what a beautiful rug you're making,” and it was almost finished. When she finished it and she gave it to him. That was Clifford E. Young. I still have a braided rug that she gave me many years ago. She was never idle. She was either reading or doing handwork. Mother was president of the primary for many years and how she would love to put on those primary programs. She was set apart in tongues to be one of the first presidents of the young ladies mutual improvement. She was just 15 or 16 years old then when that happened. She worked so hard when father was on his mission. She was the most unselfish person I've ever known, just like Maurine, Waldo's wife. They thought of everyone but themselves. When our daughter Genevieve was born, we had planned to stay in Delta but someone told my husband that the doctor wasn't very good there. We decided to go to mothers and we went to Alpine. We got there one morning at 6 o'clock. During that summer when she was born my husband helped build the bee house. And he helped work on a big barn there in Alpine. We went back to Delta in time for school to start. Mother always sang in the choir. I never remember ever seeing mother sitting in any other seat but in the choir seat. Mag Hackett, mother and Angie Clark always sat together, also Uncle Frank, Uncle Don, Uncle Dave and Ewell Back, and Mac Marsh. I remember we used to sit by father up on the left side in the old church. Once Ardella and I had to sit on the other side by sister Whitby. Something funny happened and we laughed. She hit us right on the side of the face. Mother happened to be looking up and she was pretty put out to think she spanked us in church. We have a lot of happy memories living in our home in Alpine. I remember grandma and grandpa Bateman being in our home and then after grandpa died, grandma used to come. She stayed quite a lot. Maude used to come down. Mother's father and mother were raised here but their folks were from England. Grandpa worked for 19 cents a day shoveling coal to come over here. He was the first choir leader in Provo. He made the bell there. He was a tin smith. Johnson's Army came down Emigration Canyon. The team ran away. They had a brass band in the wagon and the instruments in it and they were all bent up. They wanted to know where they could get a tinner to fix these instruments. They came down and got Grand Dad Strong. They told them about him and he walked from Alpine to the mouth of Emigration Canyon with his tinning outfit on his back. He got them all beat out so they could play a tune on them. They asked him the price and he said he didn't know. They told him $20.00 is good enough? Granddad said no that's too much. All he would take was $10.00. Then he came over the hills to Draper and home. Can you think of a man walking that far with a soldering iron on his back. He was there about a week and all he got was his board and $10.

JOSEPH THOMAS BATEMAN BY Wilford Waldo Bateman

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JOSEPH THOMAS BATEMAN - MY FATHER By Wilford Waldo Bateman My father’s name was Joseph Thomas Bateman, son of Samuel and Marinda Allen Bateman. Born in West Jordon, Utah, October 4, 1858. He died October 6, 1936. He, in his younger days, worked on his father’s farm and hauled freight to Bingham, while his father was body guard for Brigham Young, and also policeman in Salt Lake City, Utah. Later he and his brother Eddy bought a sheep herd and sometime later sold out and bought cattle and horses which he and a Mr. Miller from Murray, Utah took to Castle Valley to graze. They were driving their stock around the point of the mountain, just as my Mother and my uncle were on their way to Salt Lake City with a horse and buggy. My uncle made my Father and Mother acquainted, and it must of been love at first sight for my Mother told her brother that she was sure Father was the man she would like to marry. Not too long after that, they were married in the old Endowment House at Salt Lake City and settled in Alpine, buying two farms. Eleven children were born to this union of which nine lived to maturity and have families of their own. My Father and Mother suffered many hardships having much sickness in their family. At one time, five of them were laid up with broken bones. Soon after my sister Ardella and brother Sam took down with typhoid fever, they were very sick for a long time and were reduced to skin and bones. My brother Sam had bones protruding through the skin. At this time Dr. Knoyes said if they can get well any can but Father and Mother never gave up hope and said they were to survive. Through faith, prayer and works they were restored to normal health and strength and are living today. Ardella has filled a mission and Sam is working in the Salt Lake Tabernacle. Father was a brave but a God fearing and honest man. When I was 9 months old, Father went on a mission to Georgia. Some years later he sent my brothers Bert and Will and sister Emma on missions. He held many church and civic positions. He along with his faithful partner, Lincoln Carlisle and through the power of God and his priesthood, healed many people in Alpine and adjoining areas. He was also a very good animal doctor and helped many farmers with their sick stock but always refused to take pay for his services. He was a very quiet man, but when he spoke you knew he meant what he said. He was very generous with his money, always ready to donate to the needy, paying a full tithing and giving all he could to build churches and tabernacles. He also gave freely for the work of the dead. I am the eleventh child and I am proud to be the son of such noble parents. In closing I would like to bear my testimony that I know beyond a doubt in my heart that the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints is the only true church on earth and by adhering to the teachings we will be the most blessed people on earth. This is my humble prayer and I ask it in the name of Jesus Christ, Amen.

SHORT HISTORY WRITTEN BY MAURINE BATEMAN

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The following short history was written by Maurine Bateman about herself. A copy is located in personal records of LaDawn Jensen Carter, a granddaughter. A SHORT HISTORY WRITTEN BY MAURINE BATEMAN I was born in Pleasant Grove, Utah on the 15th day of December 1906 the eighth child of Joseph David Fage and Eva Cordelia Thorne. They had 10 children. I was blessed by my Grandfather Robert Thorne and given the name of Maurine selected by my parents for one of the best seller (books) at that time. I was baptized by Chancey Thomas, March 6, 1915, and confirmed by Ed. D. Olpin, March 7, 1915. A midwife, Mrs. Culmer attended my mother at my birth. I was the first baby born in our new home which my father built, he being a carpenter by trade. My parents bought a piano for Christmas which was delivered just after I was born. I grew up with it and learned to play a bit before I took any lessons. I took 12 lessons from Mr. A. R. Overlade. I attended grade and high schools in Pleasant Grove and graduated in spring of 1924. Willis A. Smith was principal at the time and I worked for him in the office doing mimeograph work and typing and filing. David Gourley was principal the first part of my high school days. Teachers I remember were Miss H. Peterson, Lucy White, Mr. G. Rasmusson, George Larson, Miss Lindsay, David Gourley, Mr. Johnson, etc. I worked in the church in the 1st ward of Pleasant Grove as organist and chorister. I was a member of the girl’s chorus besides school activities. I participated in the High School Operetta “Bohemian Girl” in the chorus and a small part. I worked in the Cannery, Packing house, at Thornton Drug and Store, Hedquist Drug, and for many fruit growers picking fruit. I worked on the Howard R. Driggs farm and was quite well acquainted with them working with the two boys. They had a summer home on the farm and spend a good deal of time there. I was married to W. Waldo Bateman in the Salt Lake Temple by George F. Richards on the 19th day of November 1924. We had a Wedding reception at the Alpine Gym and also my parents gave us a wedding supper at my home in Pleasant Grove. We lived in part of the Bateman home for 5 years and built our present home where we have been living since. Our two children Louise and Lorna Jewel were born in the Bateman home. Clarine was born in our home and Brent and Randall at the American Fork Hospital. I have worked in all the organizations of the Alpine Ward in different capacities but mostly in Music. Three of our children are married and have families. Lorna 3, Louise 3, Clarine 2. (Written before 1959)

SHORT HISTORY OF WILFORD WALDO BATEMAN

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SHORT HISTORY OF WILFORD WALDO BATEMAN Written by himself I was born in my Father and Mothers home that they had bought some time after the four oldest children came. It was not a new home but a good one consisting of 4 brick rooms and log room and a lean to. This little town of Alpine was the most beautiful place in the world to me with its majestic mountains on the east and north and rolling hills on the west with productive fields in the surrounding area. Our home was a place of cleanliness and the environment next to sacred for Father would not permit any contention among his children and my Mother was a real peacemaker. My Father had two farms and raised many cattle, sheep, hogs, horses, chickens and geese; he also owned stock in the Provo Woolen Mills and would shear the sheep, take the wool and have it made into cloth for Mother to make into clothing. We raised most of our living from the farms, and we all had a feather bed made from the geese, which were picked in the summer time. Our amusements were somewhat limited but we did enjoy some parties, glee clubs, ball games, dramatics and dances. I went to elementary school at the age of six years and graduated at fourteen entering High School the following year. One year of High School was all I was able to get on account of financial conditions at home, so I went to work for Utah Copper Co. at the age of 16 but I bought a set of books and sent my examination papers to the school. The year I went to high school we were taken in a GMC truck in the fall and a covered sleigh in the winter. Ours was a religious family, each night and morning we had family prayer and everyone took their turn and always the blessing on the food. We were all expected to go to church every Sunday. At the age of eight years I was baptized a member of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints in Tithing Creek at the mouth of Fort Canyon. At the age of twelve I was ordained a deacon in the Aaronic priesthood then to a teacher, priest and elder, holding offices in most all quorums. At the age of seventeen I received a call to go on a mission to Palestine but the qualifications were that you had to be out of debt before you could go. I had bought a farm before the call came so was unable to go, which was a wonderful experience unrealized. The man I was named after was in the mission at the time, Brother Wilford Booth who served 18 years and died there.   WILFORD WALDO BATEMAN Short history written by himself I was born in Alpine September 1, 1902 to Joseph Thomas Bateman and Julia Clara Strong Bateman. I lived on a farm almost all of my life. I was the last of eleven children born to great and noble parents. At the age of eight years, I was baptized into the Latter Day Saints Church by Clifford E. Strong at the big head gates in Fort Canyon. I started in elementary school at the age of six years. At this point I would like to give credit to two outstanding teachers, Miss May Whitby and Mrs. George H. Dubois. I was ordained to the Aaronic Priesthood at the age of 12, and later to a priest, and then an elder in the Melchezedic Priesthood holding offices in the presidency of the quorums. I enjoyed my work in the church and at the age of seventeen, I was made ward chorister, which I held for about ten years. I held many offices in the church, among them were, Sunday School teacher, Boy Scout Master, ward teacher, M.I.A. chorister and counselor in the M.I.A. My greatest teachers were my Father and Mother, always warning me to be honest and upright with my fellow men and to my Father in Heaven, which I am sure paid off very well in paying my debts and tithing. I went to High School for one year then realizing my parent’s financial condition I stopped school and went to work for Utah cooper Co., buying a set of school books studying at night to meet my exams. While working away from home I realized how much my parents had sacrificed for their children and the church, sending their children to school and four missions and paying the many doctor bills so the first $150.00 I saved I sent home to them, realizing no matter how much I ever could do for them, I could never repay them for what they did for me. I worked for the Copper and Sugar Co. in the winter time for four or five years and helping Father on the farm in the summer. When I was seventeen years old I was called to go on a mission to Palistine but did not have the money to go and was unwilling to let Father mortgage his farm to send me which he wanted to do. At the age of 21, I was married to Maurine Fage in the Salt Lake Temple. We lived in Father and Mothers home for five years and enjoyed it very much, trying to see that they did not want for anything. We have five very fine children and nine grandchildren. (Found on another page) The 1930’s were the dark years of my life. In 1932 my Mother suffered a most violent death, how often I have felt how unqualified I was to lessen her pain. The depression as well on its way and when Mother died it was almost all I could endure. We were in destitute circumstances, no money to buy food or clothing for my family but, thanks to training of my parents I never stopped praying and not too long after, I received employment. It was a long while. ***Note** These short stories written by Waldo are part of a "Book of Remembrance" in the possessions of LaDawn Jensen Carter, granddaughter.

WILFORD WALDO BATEMAN HISTORY by Louise Bateman Roberts

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WILFORD WALDO BATEMAN HISTORY As told to his daughter, Louise Bateman Roberts I was born in Alpine on September 1, 1902. I was the 11th and last child born to Joseph Thomas Bateman and Julia Clara Strong. I was born in dad's old place. Dr. J. F. Noyes was the attending doctor and the midwives were Mrs. Bensen and Mrs. Hackett. I had four brothers and six sisters. However, two of the sister’s, Maud and Mable died of diphtheria. I was only 10 months old when my father went on a mission to Atlanta, Georgia. Bert was only 14 or 15 years old and he used to take me down to the field in the wagon and I had to stay there in the shade of the trees until he got through with his work. When my father returned after two years in the mission field, I thought I had two fathers. Bert ran the farm. Will and Frank helped milk the cows. We sold a few cattle and received a mild check that’s the income we had. Also, the family lived under humble circumstances, there was a great deal of love for each other and they learned how to share, not only as a family but as a community. Mother worked taking care of the family of nine children. She worked in the presidency of the Primary. She was set apart by Eliza R. Snow and in tongues. Sister Young interpreted it. My mother told us the story of John Taylor, who was in jail with Joseph Smith and Hyrum Smith. The mob came up with painted faces. They shot in through the windows and killed the Prophet Joseph Smith and his brother Hyrum Smith. John Taylor was in with them and he had a big watch that mother said she held in her hand. When the mob shot John Taylor, the bullet struck the watch and knocked John Taylor down out of range of fire, and his life was saved. That was on account of his watch, a large silver one. John Taylor, stayed overnight at grandfather Strong's in Alpine where the new church stands. It was a two-story adobe building, and that's when mother heard the story and held the watch. Mother was always sympathetic with the children. She was always bringing them in off the street and warming their hands and drying their clothes in the wintertime. She was a wonderful woman. They used to live out in Highland, while father had a sheep herd in the little place by George Myers. Bert and Bertha were born out there in Highland. Mother used to shock the grain up and make a place in the shade for the children. She used to pack the children into Alpine to Sunday School and church. Uncle Sam and Uncle Frank Strong, her brothers, would sometimes go out and packed them in. They also had horses and buggies those days too. They used to have to chop sagebrush to burn in there stoves. I guess they really got their share of pioneer life. They had wood floors by the time I came along. They had an old shanty on the side of the house in Alpine to start with. Then they had a log room which was the front room. The folks had one long table about which nine or 10 of us would sit down at a meal at the same time. They tore down the log home and built the front room, kitchen and the bathroom when they sold the east farm. Father had a lot of bees. They ran about 30 to 35 stand of bees. He’d put on a big heavy overcoat, a screen around his hat but the bees would get in there and sting him anyway. He’d finally been stung so many times that finally his body threw off a scent and then they didn't bother him anymore. They'd crawl all over him. Father had a honey extractor. It had two big sharp long knives, and had them heated in water under a gas stove or a coal oil stove. Then he'd skim the wax from the top of the slats of honey, and he'd put them in the extractor and turn the wheel and it would throw the honey out of it into the tub. Then mother would take the wax and boil it down and get the honey out of it. Then she'd heat the wax and pour the wax into the greased bowl and then she'd sell the wax for canning or anything that paraffin was used for. Father also farmed. He sent Bert and Will on a mission. Bert went to Baltimore. Will went to West Virginia. Emma went to Grand Junction. Ardella went to N. W. Canadian. Five out of the family went on missions. I was called to a mission in Palestine, but the folks didn't have any money left for me to go to school or on a mission either. Wilford Booth was the one who called me on a mission. Mother was telling me that when I was a baby that I was seriously ill a long time. That was after father was on a mission. And they didn't think that I could live. Brother Booth was called in to administer to me through all the hours of the night so I feel that I owe my life to him and always felt guilty that I didn't go on the mission. He wanted me to come out there. I was also named after him. It was about that time, I was about 17 or 18 as I remember, I was assistant band leader to the 17 piece band in the Alpine school. It was the school band. He heard about us playing and he wanted me to bring my cornet down there to Palestine and teach some of those children how to play. It was at that time the qualifications were added if you were in debt they didn't want you to go. So I’d bought 10 acres of dad’s farm, but if I had a strong testimony, why, I could've gone. You know father said he’d mortgaged his farm and pay my indebtedness off and send me. The 10 acres of ground were five acres in Alpine and five in Highland. The games we played when I was a boy were "run my sheepy run." We wrestled and danced. I put eight years in school in Alpine, and I put one year of high school in American Fork. They were strict in school, when you passed an exam up here you generally had to know you couldn't get by like you do now as much. We had quite a lot of subjects, as I said; I went to one year of high school in American Fork. Dad didn't have the money to buy me clothes respectable enough to go to school. So I told him I was going off to work. He didn't want me to go, but he finally consented. My mother was a coordinator. She, I think, talked him into letting me go. I helped him in with the crops before I left and then I went out and started working for Utah Copper on the bull gang, just a lot of lifting. It was about the only job you could get. It was when World War I was on and they’d hire anybody. So I got a letter from P.M. Nielsen, the superintendent of principles of the high school. He said that I have to get back in school or they’d send the truant officer out there after me. I was supposed to be in school until I was 18. I sat down and wrote him a letter which explained the condition there at home and we couldn't afford an education. Then I told him if he'd send books out that I would send my examinations back. I’d also pay for the books. He did and that's how I got a couple of years more of high school. I made $155 from the time I left until Christmas. I went back home at Christmas time and ask mother how they were getting along and she said they were four years behind on the taxes both on the home and farm. I asked her how much it would take to pay the taxes on the farm in the home and she said $150. So I gave it to them and I had $5.00 left. I cleared the taxes for another four years on the home and the farm. Of course, after I got a truck job hauling milk to Salt Lake, Dad wanted to know if he could borrow $180 to pay on the taxes on the home and farm again. And I let him have the $180, and he said, “I don't know when I'll ever be able to pay you back." I said, “You just forget about paying me back, use it.” He said, “Would you like 40 acres of hill ground.” I said, “What do you want for it.” He said, "Oh, I want $200." I let him have the money and that's how we got the hill ground up there. I don't remember the year when I was with the band. The band held together about two years. I was in the seventh or eighth grade. We had Professor Overlaid come with a horse and buggy from Pleasant Grove. He hired the horse and buggy out of the livery stable in Pleasant Grove. He came up to teach music in the school and before we met all together in unison. Towards the middle of the summer, Professor Overlaid was talked into coming up and lead us in our Fourth of July celebration parade. Then we were to play in the church house. He called at the last minute in the morning and said he couldn't come. William B. Smith was the mayor then and he said. "Well, how can we, we won’t be able to play." And he said, "You get Waldo Bateman. He can lead." Overlaid told him that. And that's how I got a chance to lead the band. We practiced in the schoolhouse, but we rode on a flat rack with two teams on it and ran around town and serenaded the town. The Alpine school was built in 1899. It was built from an old Brickyard; they had up on Joseph Bair’s farm. There was a brick kiln there and that's where they got the brick. When I was younger, they had an Alpine Amusement Hall made of lumber. It was located right where the City Hall and fire department now stands. There was a big red store there, which Wilford Booth ran before he went on a mission. East of the old store was the amusement hall. East of the store there was an old log house there. It was the Relief Society granary where people would bring their grain for tithing. When I started to go out with the girls out of town, I would have a rubber tire buggy and horse and you could just hear the old horse’s feet go "clippity clop” along the road. We went to American Fork, mostly. I saw your mother when she was only 13 years old and I felt like she was the one. She used to sing in a girls chorus in the Pleasant Grove High School. They sang with her at a wedding in Alpine in the gymnasium. I met her at the dances and basketball games. We played basketball all over. The Apollo hall was the main attraction down there in American Fork. I married Maurine Fage in the Salt Lake Temple, November 19, 1924. We lived in three rooms of dad’s house for five years before we build our present home in 1929. The parlor was the kitchen and two bedrooms upstairs, and we use the folk’s bathroom. Your mother was 17 when we married. She turned 18, December 15. Louise was born August 23, 1925 and Lorna, October 17, 1927 in dad's home. Then Clarine was born on January 25, 1934 in the family home. Louise and Lorna were sent over to dads home to stay while Clarine was born. Mrs. Annie Carlyle was the midwife. We had an idea we wanted Clarine named after my mother Clara and your mother's name, Maurine. (For privacy reasons, living children are not mentioned in this history.) Louise was born 10 months after we were married. Two years later, Lorna was born. In seven years Clarine was born. I remember when I was a right small boy. My job was herding the cows and weeding. I was all alone, after all my brothers and sisters were married and gone from home. I was with dad and mother for 11 years. The home was built by brothers Matson and Webb from Lehi, Ivan Webb's father. After we were married, it was during Depression years, I worked teams, helping with thrashing. I did farm work for the neighbors. Two winters, I went to Delta and stacked sugar for 12 hours a day. I only weighed 128 pounds and I was handling 100 pounds of sugar down at the Delta warehouse. I was paid $3.40 for 12 hours work. I slept on a soldier’s cot. You couldn't wear gloves and of course my hands are smooth anyway and they never were very rough and the blood would be running out of the fingers at night. Water and blood together and they healed up overnight. Then I was back at it the next day. I was down there for two winters. I was president of the Elders Quorum and some of the Aaronic Priesthood Quorum. I was ward chorister after Uncle Don Strong had had it for about 20 years. I had it for about one third or one half of that time. I was ward chorister when mother and Sister Hackett and Angie Vance Clark, Uncle Dave, Uncle Frank and Ewell Beck, all the older fellows were ready to go. I was a quiet young fellow. I believe they got me the job because I was leader of the band up here. I was working for Utah Power and Light the winter we were married at the Alpine Powerhouse building, building the crib. They had just a half log house built up with logs, and they’d throw them big rocks in it for the spill way, so it wouldn't wash away. When Louise was a few months old, we went down to Cedar City. I was the iceman down there. I used to chop the big chunks of ice to fit the old-fashioned ice boxes. I worked also hauling express and wool two months in the summer time. I bought a new truck and took a load of strawberries to defray the expense of going down. We set Louise on a pillow. The strawberries were pretty well jammed up by the time they got there with those hard tires. They were high-pressure tires on that board ton truck. I then came back and got the job of hauling milk to Salt Lake. This job lasted for seven and one half years lacking 19 days. I used to be the Alpine yodeler and yodel and sing all along the route. I was the town marshal for one year. I remember putting Clair Nash in jail. Your mother would take him a meal and he said he wasn't hungry and I told him I'd take back home. He’d soon put it back in the cell and start eating it. I worked two winters when they drilled the Alpine-Draper Tunnel. I was up at American Fork Canyon at the old Yankee mine. The children used to look forward to see me when I come home and look in the lunch bucket to see if there was anything in it for them. I used to haul hay when they had combines to harvest the grain on the dry farms. I hauled hay in and to American Fork to the mill. I hauled several days at that. I worked at the Lark mine, one year. I was at Magna, four years operating #9 crushers at the Gilsinite Plant. Roy Bair drilled into a pocket of natural gas when he was using these carbide lamps. The carbide lamps wouldn't burn this gas, and I didn't know anything that was happening. He finally got the drill out of there and released this natural gas, and he fell down a chute and I made a grab for him. He went into the chute and it was so dark, and the lights weren't burning good so I could see. But I made a grab for him and as soon as he hit that slick chute he about torn loose from me. If I hadn't reached up and grabbed the chute, I would've followed him on down 175 feet. Pieces of rock as big as a dime smashed right into his head. I stayed with him the first night at the old American Fork Hospital. I wrestled with him until I was completely worn out. He'd go to sleep and then wake up. Then he grabbed the covers and I'd have to get hold of his wrists and bring them right down and he was stout. About four o'clock in the morning you're mother's cousin Ruth Fage, she was a nurse at the hospital, she said. "Don't call me unless you really need me. I haven't had my sleep for a couple of nights." So I didn't want to wake her, so I wrestled him until I was worn out next morning. We brought Roy down from the mine in the middle of the winter. We packed him on stretchers, six of us. Three of us would break the snow around our hips. When the guys breaking the snow would give out, we'd get behind on the stretcher and trade-off. Dr. Kelly was down to the Dutchman, the main canyon. He had a little Model T. I don't know whether anyone went back or not. I was the one that went down to the hospital with him. They were digging ore out of his head and rocks, too. And if he wasn't a looking mess! He was bound all up, only his nose was sticking out. That's how bad he was cut up. The old church burned down in 1930. It was half rock and half brick. A big old pot bellied stove was what they burned for it and I guess it got overheated. That's what started the fire. The same thing happened to the old amusement hall. Then they built the other church out of brick and when they dedicated the church, President Heber J. Grant came to dedicate it. We all got to go and shake hands with him. It was such a spiritual thrill; he had a beard and all. Also, at the dedication came an Indian chief, all in special headdress. It had beautiful feathers and he sat at the back of the church. When I was a kid, I used to be afraid of the Indians. I used to run behind mother skirts but dad and mother used to give them 1/2 sack of flour, some bacon and ham. Mother would bake about six to eight loaves of homemade bread. She would give them one of the loaves of bread and a pound of butter. He took his scout knife out and cut the top of the bread and took out the warm dough and put butter in it and put the dough back on top. I bet he had grease running down his legs before he got back to camp. They camped down by the creek. They always came to dads place. He was an Indian lover. The gypsies used to come up to Alpine too. There was a junk dealer. His name was old man Mose. He used to buy old iron for a penny a pound. He made me a copper bracelet for my rheumatism. Mother had rheumatism too. Someone told me if I cut out a copper insole and a zinc insole and put it in her shoe, it would help her. The perspiration in her shoes would eat one of them right up. I think it was the zinc. I just took the tin snips and cut them out for her. She claimed it helped her. For our bed, we used feather ticks. Mother kept 12 to 15 head of geese here and father would hold them and mother would pluck the down off their stomachs. We’d sink up to our ears in them in the cold weather. The children all went barefoot in the summer. We had a few sheep. We’d shear them and take the wool down to Provo Woolen Mills and traded for blankets. I used to take dads cattle up in the mountains. I took Henry Beck’s cattle up there one time and got them up above the intake or pipeline. They generally stayed there. But as I was going up there, it was a little warm, and I got into the shade and I got off my horse. They had gone on ahead. I couldn't find them. I remember kneeling down to pray. I was just a kid, but the Lord showed me where the cattle were and I know I didn't go two or three rods until I found them. I always figured the Lord, showed me where those cattle were. I finally got up to where the pipeline was, so they would stay. I remember when I had my tonsils out. I was married and had the three girls at the time. I was pretty sick. I used to look at the Powerhouse lights and lay down to sleep and thought I'd smother. I looked out the window and didn't think I'd make it, I told my children. The doctor used to get $30 each for the girls when they were born. Grandmother Bateman got $5.00 gold piece for every baby. She delivered 700 babies. Julia Bateman Jensen wrote a book in memory of grandma. It was called "Little Gold Pieces." Here are a couple of songs I learned when I was a boy: "Back in Those Mud Pie Days" Don’t you remember, one day in September, When you and I played we were married, And to you, I carried some water and dirt to make pies. Old broken dishes, supplied all our wishes for chinaware. We splashed and puddled, our baking got muddled, But I wish I were back there. In those mud pie days, mud pie days, You had mud on your clothes, Mud on your toes, mud on your nose. Not so neat, But oh, how sweet you looked When you kept house for me, Back in those mud pie days. When I was the milkman, the people would come out just to hear me sing and yodel, as I passed. "The last dance was over, the music had stopped and the dancers were leaving the hall. A few men were saying their last goodbye to the beautiful belle of the ball. When alone by the window and a youth sat and thought his heart she had stolen away. And the moment he smiled on her beautiful face, He was startled to hear someone say: She lives in a mansion of aching hearts, she's one of the restless throne. And the smile on her face was only a mask, and many a tear she'll shed For the sadder it seems, of mother she dreams in a mansion of aching hearts." When I wanted the children and they were away from home. I’d whistle a certain way and they would head for home. They could hear me, clear across town. I would milk the cows and Maurine would cool it and bottle it. Louise and Lorna would take it all over town for five cents a quart. We received $9.40 a month during the depression time in the summer. We had two work horses, one was called old Don and another one. Louise and Lorna would ride the derrick and put the hay in the barn. We would herd the cows on a horse called Dinah out to the field. Dinah had a colt. Maurine liked to pet the colt and it bit her on the backside. After the dances when Maurine and I would come home. We would say, "Oh, the Alpine water’s so good, let's get the kids up and give them a drink.” And they'd come running out to get a drink of water. Then I'd get Lorna to climb the door frames in her bare feet. Ivey Karen would play the piano and she'd make it just jump. It was either Eliza R. Snow or Zina D. Young that came out here and set my mother apart for the Young Women's Mutual Improvement Association. Mother was president of the Primary for quite a few years. Zina D. Young was President Brigham Young's daughter and I think it was her that set mother apart in tongues. When she got through, Eliza R. Snow interpreted the tongues, translated the tongues. I was baptized when I was eight years old in Fort Canyon Stream in the Westfield ditch by Clifford Strong. He had just returned from a mission. A son of Uncle Sam's, he went to Georgia or the southern states. Gilbert and Myers and I had a team of horses each. We drug the light poles up the Dry Creek Canyon to the Intake to hook up the automatic control to the powerhouse. Down at the steel plant, I started there as a carpenter, then pump tender, operated dragline for A. W. Tuller, contractor. I was head pump operator in the powerhouse. All told, I was in construction and operations 23 1/2 years. I was the scoutmaster for four years. Took the boys up to Lake Hardy and out to Saratoga and all round. They had a great time. Roby Forbes, Alt Wilkins, and I were up at Silver Lake. We got on a big log and were going to paddle across. It was fed by snow banks and it was that cold. They got to fooling on the back of the log and fell off. They swam back to shore. I floated out on this log in the middle of the lake and I knew that if I tried to swim back, I would drown because I had a cramp in one of my legs. So I stayed with the log and it floated out in the middle of the lake and a little breeze came up and took me back to the shore. I was so glad to get off that log. My dad was a real horseman. He always had good horses, good dependable, big horses. I thought the best horse power in town. He had some good saddle horses too. One time he was up on this North Mountain. He saw a coyote, a half grown coyote. He rode over among rough rocks and jumped off and caught this coyote and it took all the skin off the back of one of his hands. He stayed with it and had one of those large red handkerchiefs and tied its mouth closed and brought it home and put it on a chain on the lawn. We had it there for a long time. It was all right with us, but he nip at strangers that came up. He'd sneak up and nip them on the heels. Uncle Frank complained about its nipping him and dad went out. He'd just bought himself a new pair of high top boots like they used to wear then. And they were sharp on the corners. The coyote lay down when he saw dad coming and he cowed down. Dad put his foot on his neck to try to discipline him and the sharp corners of his boots went and broke one of the coyote’s juggler vain. Then he laid there and bled to death. He was big for a coyote. He looked more like a wolf. He was dark black and gray on his shoulders. Dad went out in the East Mountains and found two cedar trees. He planted here on the front of the home. After mother died, he went out to the east Mountain and got three more trees and planted them on the cemetery lot where dad and mother are buried. Dad had a stroke and his speech was impaired. The strokes came back three or four different times and it kept getting worse. Every time he'd have a stroke, it’d take longer for him to recuperate. He used to come up here all the time, he said he felt at home here. He came up here one night and he was covered with blood. He had a nosebleed. He wore a white shirt to sleep in and he came up and knocked on the door about three o'clock in the morning. I got up and he about scared me to death. I brought him in and got a roll of paper and put it up under his lip to stop the nosebleed for him. Then I washed him all off and put a clean shirt of mine on him. He was a real honest man. He's one of the noblest works of God. I think that honesty was all the religion you needed and he practiced what he preached. He and mother were the most unselfish people that I ever knew. They were always thinking about helping someone. After we got our home built here and started grading around, I ask Earl Devey if I could hire him to come and bring his team and grate and straighten and landscape the place. He did bring his team and work here for hours, and he wouldn't take any money for it. He did it just for friendship. I thought that was pretty nice. His wife Velma was sure a peach. She was a nice, kind, generous soul. I sure liked her. I remember being down to their place when Afton was a baby. She said Afton was one of her best babies, never caused her any trouble, you know, was easy to take care of, good-natured. It's just born and bred in her, she's just naturally a nice person. I've always admired her. She was kind and considerate of everyone and everybody. About Uncle Dave and Aunt Martha Healey, Uncle Dave was a big hearted guy. I always used to like to take him into Salt Lake with me when I was driving the truck. I think Uncle Dave looked a lot like my father. I used to work for Dale Burgess’ father when I was just in my teens when they used to own a farm out by the mouth of American Fork Canyon. I used to plow for them. I sure liked to drive his horses. They were well trained. I'd ride his saddle horse in to have my dinner here. That was quite a real old cattle pony. I got a kick out of that. Clarence Burgess was always a good honest, honorable guy. He'd always paid us every time we'd get through with the job. You could always depend on him. George E. Burgess was the same; good, honorable people. I liked Jessie, Dale’s mother. She’d get quite mad at me because I wouldn’t take any money from her for taking her to Salt Lake. When she’d get out here she’d give me some corned beef that they’d already corned and was that delicious. They were all good honorable people. My mother’s brothers and sisters were William Fredrick Strong, Enoch (died when a child), Don Carlos Strong, Julia Clara Strong (herself), Davis Johnson Strong, Samuel Oscar Strong, Orlando Strong (died when a child), Eliza Emeline Strong, Estella Strong, and Frank Dyer Strong. My Father’s brothers and sisters were Samuel Allen, Daniel Rapalyea, Joseph Thomas (dad), Marinda Pathenia, Arminta Elizabeth, Edward Alonzo, Alberto, Eliza Janetta, Mary Janetta, Elzina Ophelia, Ada Luelada, Julietta. Dad’ youngest sister Julia was married to Christian Jensen, professor at the B.Y.U.. My daughter Lorna was named after her daughter, Lorna Jensen. We used to get a dollar for a gallon of honey. We sold potatoes for 30 cents a hundred. We took them over to Bingham at one time. We used to pay 5 cents for a big package of lunch meat. You could get enough beef steak for dinner for $.25. It costs about $1.69 a pound now. Times have really changed. It was a pleasure to sit down with Dad and Mother and eat a meal. You could just feel their good spirit, just quiet and nice, a supreme feeling. I really enjoyed just sitting there. You didn’t have to talk, you could just feel the good spirit there. I figure I was favored by being the last. I often said I wish they could have lived another twenty years so I could have done more for them. I still felt like I was in their debt. You get involved with your own family and try to take care of them. You should really honor your parents. They used to give you girl’s hot cereal, honey and new bread a lot for breakfast. No matter who came there, whether it was an older person or children, mother always fed them. Mother always had plenty for everyone. She used to treat George Boddison good too. He used to come over and I’d shave him, put after-shave lotion on him and he thought that was alright. I used to shave dad, too and trim his hair. His hair was just like silk and was easy to cut. George Boddison was a fine old feller. He was blind but he was a good honorable guy and wanted to pay you for everything you did. Dad would always send me over when he could see George working around over there and he’d send me over to ask him if there was anything I could do. I used to just delight in working over there. Just like every kid to work anywhere better than he did at home. George used to get Louise on his lap and sing to her. He’s make up songs that he didn’t know. Mother used to fix him a meal about two or three times a week and send stuff over to him. She’d peel apples for him and make pop corn and honey candy. He sure thought mother was all right. I think everyone did. Lloyd Bair was telling me about mother coming out and getting him to come in the house and get himself warm. He used to haul milk up to the Aereator for us, up to the creamery, (she would) dry his gloves out and give him something to eat. Mother, Aunt Annie, Angie Clark and Aunt Fannie got their aprons full of mending to go to each other’s places every little while. They had quilting bees and they’d put on a pot of beans, and whatever they had, and us kids would have a good outing and go out and play. Then we’d have dinner and all of us got together and have such good times and the kids would play games. We had such good feelings, common interest in the town when I was a kid. Whenever anyone was needing help the whole town would turn out and help them out. I think when Johnny Moyle’s barn caught on fire before they got the fire out it burned barns, shed, harnesses and everything. Uncle Don started a collection. He put $10.00 in and you know $10.00 those days is like one hundred now. They got enough money before that fire was out to build his barn and everything back up again. That was how the feeling was then. You really enjoyed those people. Times have changed.

Talks given by WILFORD WALDO BATEMAN

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A TALK GIVEN BY WILFORD WALDO BATEMAN Brethren, I humbly pray the few minutes that I stand before you I will enjoy the spirit of our Heavenly Father and your faith and prayers in my behalf. I feel that my wife has made an excellent report on Brent’s progress and we are really proud that he has had the opportunity to go on his mission and I think he has done a good job. I have wished many times that I had the courage and humility that my son Brent possessed when he left for his mission. When I was in my teens I received a call and was interviewed to go on a mission to Palestine where my name sake Wilford Booth labored for sixteen years or more and finally died there. He made the request that I be called to that mission through our Bishop, but the qualifications at that time were that anyone that was in debt, as I was for 10 acres of ground, was not eligible to go under those conditions. My father was there at the interview and said he would mortgage his own farm and pay off my indebtedness if I want to go but I thought my father had done enough for the church by going on a mission himself when I was just a few months old leaving my mother with a family of nine children the oldest being 14 years of age, to run the farm and later sending two of my brothers and one sister on their missions, some years later my youngest sister filled a mission, also. I placed my judgment above my fathers and now that chance to go has gone forever, but if I can live good enough to be where my parents and Brother and Sister Booth are in the next world, I will want to apologize to them for letting them down. If I could accept their offer I could of walked through the streets of those historic cities and villages and along the shores of the Sea of Galilee, where Christ walked on his mission. In one of Brother Booth’s letters to me, he asked if I would like to correspond with one of his students which I did for some time while in elementary school. I suppose it was through this letter writing that he was informed that I had been appointed to be assistant band leader to Professor Overlade. Sometime later I received a letter from Brother Booth asking me to bring my Solo B Flat cornet with me in the event I came over there on a mission so I could teach some of his students the basic fundamentals of band music, so they could organize a band of their own. I doubt if I will ever live down my regret and Brother Booths disappointment by not accepting my call when it came to me. I feel that sending Brent on his mission was a privilege not a sacrifice on my part and I would like to think that I am making part payment for the mistake I made by not going myself for I am sure the good people like the Booths would have been like a father and mother to me. I suppose missionary work is somewhat contagious, when Brent’s letters started coming back, I decided to be a little missionary work on my own. When I heard of the death of Pres. Kennedy, I wrote a letter of condolence to Mrs. Kennedy and tried to explain some of our gospel and our missionary system in a way not to hurt her feelings. I also sent her a book of Mormon and a small booklet entitled “Those Foolish Mormons”, which I think is very educational to read. In return I received four different thank-you cards from her secretaries. I feel deeply concerned for those people who are not as fortunate as we are, not having the true gospel of Jesus Christ. I have a testimony that we belong to the only true church on earth today and I would like to encourage every boy and girl to prepare themselves to fill an honorable mission. I say this in the name of Jesus Christ. Brothers and Sisters it is needless to say I am very happy that Brent is back with us again. I am reminded of two occasions and feel like one of the men involved in both of them. In the mine one day, the mine foreman called down the shaft and said, “How many is down there?” and one of the men said, “Three.” And the foreman said “Half of you come up.” I feel like the half that came up. One day two men were talking and one said to the other, “George, What is a gentleman?” and George said, “A gentleman is a man who owns a Scottish bagpipe and never blows it.” I would like to turn my time over to Brent. I pray the Lord’s choicest blessings will be with us all and I ask it in the name of Jesus Christ, Amen. HOW TO GET ALONG WITH OTHER PEOPLE (Found among talks given by Wilford Waldo Bateman) There are certain rules to follow, some of these are; 1.Work cooperatively in a group. 2.Teach, persuade and encourage. 3.Be enthusiastic, it is contagious 4.Don’t be a fashion plate, but neat and clean. 5.People shy away from anyone who loses their patience. 6.Anyone who plans his work in whatever he does will get others to follow his plan. This is leadership. Work together without disagreements. If there are some conflicts don’t hesitate to say I’m wrong and I’m sorry. Conflicts are not settled in our common life until somebody is big enough to climb down from a pinnacle of pride and be honestly humble. Be courteous to other people. Avoid sarcasm. Be a good listener. Have a pleasant disposition. Make suggestions rather than commands. Avoid petty arguments. Be patient and tolerant with others. There is a saying, “There is so much good in the worst of us and so much bad in the best of us that it ill behooves any of us to talk about the rest of us.” Give praise where praise is due. If we will follow the teachings of our leaders and apply these rules we will be able to get along very well in anything we do. May we all do this, I pray in the name of Jesus Christ, Amen. Wilford Waldo Bateman

Life timeline of Father Wilford Waldo Bateman

1902
Father Wilford Waldo Bateman was born on 1 Sep 1902
Father Wilford Waldo Bateman was 10 years old when The British passenger liner RMS Titanic sinks in the North Atlantic at 2:20 a.m., two hours and forty minutes after hitting an iceberg. Only 710 of 2,227 passengers and crew on board survive. RMS Titanic was a British passenger liner that sank in the North Atlantic Ocean in the early hours of 15 April 1912, after colliding with an iceberg during its maiden voyage from Southampton to New York City. There were an estimated 2,224 passengers and crew aboard, and more than 1,500 died, making it one of the deadliest commercial peacetime maritime disasters in modern history. RMS Titanic was the largest ship afloat at the time it entered service and was the second of three Olympic-class ocean liners operated by the White Star Line. It was built by the Harland and Wolff shipyard in Belfast. Thomas Andrews, her architect, died in the disaster.
Father Wilford Waldo Bateman was 26 years old when Walt Disney character Mickey Mouse premieres in his first cartoon, "Plane Crazy". Walter Elias Disney was an American entrepreneur, animator, voice actor and film producer. A pioneer of the American animation industry, he introduced several developments in the production of cartoons. As a film producer, Disney holds the record for most Academy Awards earned by an individual, having won 22 Oscars from 59 nominations. He was presented with two Golden Globe Special Achievement Awards and an Emmy Award, among other honors. Several of his films are included in the National Film Registry by the Library of Congress.
Father Wilford Waldo Bateman was 28 years old when Great Depression: In a State of the Union message, U.S. President Herbert Hoover proposes a $150 million (equivalent to $2,197,000,000 in 2017) public works program to help generate jobs and stimulate the economy. The Great Depression was a severe worldwide economic depression that took place mostly during the 1930s, beginning in the United States. The timing of the Great Depression varied across nations; in most countries it started in 1929 and lasted until the late-1930s. It was the longest, deepest, and most widespread depression of the 20th century. In the 21st century, the Great Depression is commonly used as an example of how far the world's economy can decline.
Father Wilford Waldo Bateman was 43 years old when World War II: Combat ends in the Pacific Theater: The Japanese Instrument of Surrender is signed by Japanese Foreign Minister Mamoru Shigemitsu and accepted aboard the battleship USS Missouri in Tokyo Bay. The Pacific War, sometimes called the Asia-Pacific War, was the theater of World War II that was fought in the Pacific and Asia. It was fought over a vast area that included the Pacific Ocean and islands, the South West Pacific, South-East Asia, and in China.
Father Wilford Waldo Bateman was 51 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.
Father Wilford Waldo Bateman was 61 years old when John F. Kennedy was assassinated by Lee Harvey Oswald in Dallas, Texas; hours later, Lyndon B. Johnson was sworn in aboard Air Force One as the 36th President of the United States. John Fitzgerald Kennedy, commonly referred to by his initials JFK, was an American politician who served as the 35th President of the United States from January 1961 until his assassination in November 1963. He served at the height of the Cold War, and the majority of his presidency dealt with managing relations with the Soviet Union. As a member of the Democratic Party, Kennedy represented the state of Massachusetts in the United States House of Representatives and the U.S. Senate prior to becoming president.
Father Wilford Waldo Bateman died on 12 May 1977 at the age of 74
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