Life Story of William David Hone
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Written by Elva Maxine Hone Moore
William David Hone was born in Benjamin, Utah County, Utah on 14, April 1888, to David Wm. Hone Jr. and Mary Ann Ludlow. He was blessed at Benjamin, Utah.
His father, David Wm. Hone Jr. was born in Provo, Utah, 19 Dec. 1863 to David Hone and Sarah Adams. He died on 29 June 1890 when my dad was just 1½ years old. His mother, Mary Ann Ludlow, was born in Halifax, England, 6 June 1866, to Paul Ludlow and Elizabeth Dixon. She died 18 Dec. 1942, one year after the death of my father, her son, William David Hone. He was baptized 1 August 1899.
After the death of Grandpa Hone, Grandma went out to work keeping house for people in order to earn a living to support my father. In latter years, Grandma sewed temple clothes. Grandma never remarried after the death of Grandfather Hone. She lived by herself all her life, although she was deaf.
After the death of Grandfather, Dad turned to his Uncle Alfred Hone with his troubles and problems. Uncle Alfred was the only father dad knew. He slept with his grandparents, David Hone and Sarah Adams, but he spent most of his time with Uncle Alfred and Aunt Hannah Hone.
Dad attended school at Benjamin, Utah. He went to the 8th grade and then quit school. Dad attended church up until the time he was ordained a priest and then he quit going until 1907. He started going back to church in 1907 because he couldn’t marry my mother, Ruth Jex Hone, unless he went to church. He then stopped smoking cigars and started to attend church again. Dad was one who always attended church after that but he never took an active part in teaching, etc. He was shy and bashful.
When Dad and Mother went to Provo to get married, his Uncle Alfred went with them. Grandma stayed at home in Benjamin because she didn’t want her only child to leave her. When Dad and Mother and Uncle Alfred got to Provo the judge said to Ruth, “How old are you?” Ruth said: “Eighteen.” The judge then asked Dad how old he was. Dad said: “Nineteen.” The judge then asked Dad if his father or mother was there. Dad told them that his Uncle was there and he was the only Father he ever knew. The judge asked: “Is your mother alive?” He said, “Yes, she is in Benjamin.” The judge had Dad phone grandma. “Mother, I can’t get married until you come and sign the papers.” Grandma caught the next train out of Spanish Fork and came to Provo. Uncle Alfred went to meet her and they finally got their license at 5:30 p.m. They had their license from Saturday until Monday. They got married Monday, 20 July 1907 at 313 East 6th North, Spanish Fork, Utah.
Grandma Louisa Jex made a huge wedding bell of real flowers. The flowers were grown by Grandpa David Hone. Mother’s corsage was made of orange blossoms from Grandpa’s garden also.
Dad, being the only child, he often said: “We are going to have all the children the Lord wants us to have.”
Dad and mother had 14 children. They are:
David William Hone, born 21 Sept 1909
Louisa Mary Hone, born 5 Jan 1911
Elmer Richard Hone, born 22 Sept 1912
Kenneth Hone, born 1 Nov 1913
Wilma Alice Hone, born 22 April 1915
Leon R. Hone, born 12 Feb 1917
Irene Hone, born 2 Jan 1919
Erma Lou Hone, born 18 Dec 1920
Fred Jex Hone, born 8 Dec 1922
Julia Ruth Hone, born 21 Jan 1926
Elva Maxine Hone, born 29 Jan 1927
James Carol Hone, born 15 Nov 1928
Edward T. Hone, born 3 Nov 1932
Jex Hone, born 7 June 1935
Having a large family made a lot of trials and heartaches. Kenneth and Jex were stillborn.
Elmer, due to birth and a brain injury was a problem boy. Elmer wrote many poems while he was imprisoned that we still treasure now. He also made beautiful leather work while there. He died, 26 September 1956 at the Point of the Mountain of cancer. He was 44 at the time of his death. Dad and mother had many heartaches with him but they often said, “God makes the back for the burdens.”
Wilma died, 26 August 1916 from eating raw corn.
Fred was born with club feet. It was nothing short of a miracle that he and mother lived. The doctor had been with mother for 46 hours trying to help her. Dad finally called in William Grotegut and Albert Swenson to administer to mother. After she was administered to, mother’s father who had been dead for three years appeared to her and told her step by step what to do to save Fred and herself. Lydia Poulson, Vera Bowen, Lilly Prince and Grandma Jex were in the house helping at the time and were witnesses to the incident.
Dr. J. W. Hagen said it was surely a miracle that saved them. Through this incident Dr. Hagan became interested in the Mormon Church and was an active member at the time of his death. Fred had 28 operations on his legs by Dr. Baldwin of Salt Lake. His legs were in a cast from his hips down for three years. Just before Fred died he got pneumonia coming home on a train from the Children’s hospital. Julia got pneumonia the same time Fred did. Julia died 12 Feb 1926.
While mother and Dad were to her funeral they got word that Fred was worse. When they got home Fred begged them to have his cast off. They phoned the doctor and he told them to take his cast off. They removed the cast and Fred walked around the room and then he died-- just 36 hours after Julia died. Fred died 14 Feb 1926.
Because of these experiences and the faith and courage of this little boy, Dad and mother went to the temple, 5 May 1926.
Dad and Mother had many heartaches in their lives. But through it all their testimonies grew stronger. Dad and Mother often said, “God tries those whom he loves the most, so He surely must love us.”
Dad worked for George A. Hone in the Hone store at the time of his marriage. He also farmed 15 acres of ground. He worked for the Utah-Idaho Sugar factory for 26 years. He was Lime Klimn foreman while working there. He also worked for Joseph Hanson on his farm doing chores and helping with the crops.
After work, Dad would go and kill pigs for people for $1.00. He would also unload a train car load of coal for $3.00 a day; which he had to take out in produce from the Co-op Store. Dad hated to get dressed up. He would call a new pair of bib-overalls and a white shirt his Sunday suit. He would always wear these after he came home from church.
Dad met with an accident in October 1941. He had broken ribs and a crushed lung from this. He got over this accident fairly well when he met with a fatal accident on the 21 of December 1941. He was just 53 at the time.
It was early on a Sunday morning and Dad and Jim and Ted went with Joseph Hansen to help him do his chores before church. They had to go up to the ranch, which is between Spanish Fork-Springville then east towards Mapleton. It had been snowing and it was foggy at the time. On the way back home just four blocks away from our house they met with a head-on collision with Elmer Ewell. Dad, Jim and Ted all got hurt, Mr. Hansen and Elmer Ewell did not.
Mother and I were home getting ready for church when a knock came at the door. A total stranger stood there and told my mother that my Dad had been killed and that my two brothers were dying. Naturally, mother went all to pieces. The stranger took us down to the hospital. There mother went barging into the room where my dad and brothers were. My dad’s head was laid wide open and he didn’t have a bone in his back that wasn’t broken. My brothers were hurt seriously also. Jim was knocked unconscious. Ted was not. He saw Dad. Ted was just 9 years old at the time. He had a lot of trouble after that with his nerves. Dad lived for one day.
They called in doctors from Salt Lake to work on him. They later told us that he could live but if he did he would be an invalid all his life. Mother called all the family together and we prayed that if it was God’s will to please take him soon.
It was just before he died that Dad regained consciousness and talked to every one of us. He told all of us to take good care of mother. I shall never forget this. Then, he turned over and he looked just as if he was asleep and died. He died on the 22 December 1941.
We had him home for Christmas in his coffin. We held his funeral in the Spanish Fork Fourth Ward Church, 26 December, 1941.
His mother, Mary Ann, died a year later. At Dad’s casket closing, she kissed him and said: “I’ll be with you within a year Willie.” The family reacted to this light-heartedly. A year later it was her casket in the living room. She had died 18 December 1942. She was buried the 26 December 1942.
The next year the family held a Christmas party on Christmas Eve. This tradition continued to be a family activity presided over by Mother. Her parties were the result of a year of work each year as she prepared the gifts and treats. The party outgrew the living room and had to be transferred to a church cultural hall. After mother’s death the family decided to continue the tradition with either a family dinner or a Christmas Party for the children every year. Christmas will always be a special time for the descendants of William and Ruth Hone.
Life Story of RUTH IRENE JEX HONE
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Life Story of
RUTH IRENE JEX HONE
Mother of Maxine Hone Moore,
Written by Ruth Irene Jex Hone
22 February, 1960
I was born in Barford, Norfolk, England, 18 July, 1889. I was the sixth child in the family of Richard M. and Louisa Watling Jex. I came to the U.S.A. with the family at the age of 3 1/2 years.
My first recollection of Spanish Fork was we lived in a little adobe house on the lot where Mrs. Wm. Jarvis now lives. The grape vines are still on the place. It became my lot to tend brother Jim while Mother was away, and I know I used to hide in the bowery so no one would see me change his pants, of course you know what for. I also remember Grandma and Grandpa just lived just 1 1/2 blocks away and we used to love to go and see her. She always had head butter and jam and also cheese to give us.
I can still see the little one room house with an upstairs to it and how we used to like to climb the stairs. The steps were used sort of as a refrigerator to keep things cool on. I can visualize her there now with Grandpa on one side and Grandma on the other with their feet on the hearth of the little stove. In fact, I still have the little old stove. I’m informed that it is more than 100 years old. It was grandma Jex's mother’s.
Mother taught us to put aside all work on Saturday night and do most of our cooking on Saturday so we could attend church on Sunday. Many a Saturday night, after coming home from helping others, our job was waiting to clean up the house for Sunday.
I wish there were more happy evenings like we spent with our parents reading to all and all singing hymns, especially out of the old Sankey Hymn Book they brought from England. They were the good old days.
I started school at the bell School house which has been torn down. From there we went to what we called the Tithing house school which no longer stands. Then to the Ideal where the Reese School now stands, and then the Central which still stands. Our father, being janitor there, I used to go early in the morning with him and dust the rooms while he fed up the furnace. However, the other schools had little pot bellied heaters in them. I had to quit school in the 5th grade because I couldn't see the black board and my folks couldn't afford glasses. It was then I started out to work to get them.
I would walk up to Mapleton (which is 4 miles away) Monday morning and the people I worked for would bring me home on Saturday. I worked for Mrs. John Wilkinson. My next job was tending Annie K. Nelson's children, 5 of them. I got 25₵ a day and board, then went over to the school house and helped father at night. Finally I wanted to make more money so I thinned and also helped top beets for George Ainge for whom brother Bill was working.
I often think of the awful city lot that father bought for us as a home. All hollows and greasewood. That is where the old home still stands. It is owned now by my Brother in law, Bert Beardall. I can see us all putting rocks, cans, willows and anything to fill in so we could build.
We used to walk from there down by the sugar factory to work in beets and also pick ground cherries. We would dry them and sell them at Oran Lewis Store. We also dried apples, plums, gleaned wheat to feed our chickens on shares to earn money. We picked small fruit on shares for Mrs. J.B. Jones to earn our tithing and spending money. I remember when I went to work for Mrs. Reva Lee I had to wear a black and white dress which mother made and a white cap and white shoes.
While at home, I belonged to the Nebo Stake choir. When Father was caretaker of the City park I used to like to ring curfew, I would go up and down with the rope to see if it would ring louder. I always liked to help my father. If I wanted to go to a dance or on a date all I had to do was kiss and love him and he would say who could turn you down. Mother could always say no as I wanted to go more than the other girls.
When I first met your father was October, 1906. After a dance at the City Pavilion in Spanish Fork. Brother Bill and I were at a character ball taking the part of a sailor boy and girl and while we were dancing the Prize Waltz I heard a voice say, "There is a pair of legs I'm going with, believe it or not." And as we were coming out of the hall I was made acquainted with W.D. Hone, who turned out to be your father. This was Friday night and on Sunday night we had a date, and he came to the door and asked for me. My father told me the next morning of all of the guys that had been there he was the only gentleman as he came to the door instead of whistling for me.
My parents never did know he took me home from the dance, I was supposed to go with Bill and come home the same way. But I have never been sorry as I surely did get a good companion. When your father asked my father if he could marry me, he asked him what he had in his shirt pocket. He said cigars. He wanted to know what he was going to do with them. He said smoke them. Father said, "I'll make you a bargain, if you get rid of them and promise you won't smoke you can have her, but if you go back to smoking I’ll take her back." And believe me he stuck to his promise.
We started going steady and on April 14, 1907 he gave me a ruby and on July 18, my 18 birthday, we went to Provo and got a license. It being Saturday, we waited until the 20th and were married at my Mother's home by Bishop Abraham J. Hansen. It was July 20, 1908.
My Mother designed a big wedding bell of real flowers and we stood under it. My only regret is we didn’t have a picture of it. It was so beautiful. We had a big wedding supper at Mother’s home and in the dining room they had arranged the tables to form the letter “H”. Dad and I sat on one side of the bar in the center and Grandma Hone and Mother on the other side. Uncle Alf Hone was best man and Lillian Jex Koyle now was brides maid. After supper they all went out on the lawn and had a nice program and Mr. Proctor played the bagpipes.
After the party, that night, we went to Benjamin and slept in the north room in the upstairs of Grandpa Hone's home. That was where your father lived. With his grandparents, his mother made her home with them. The next day we moved to ourselves down to Grandma Hone’s home, Dad worked at the David Hone & Son Store when we were married and I was working for my father’s store until it burned down. We lived in Grandma's home the first 18 yrs and had 7 children born to us when we left Benjamin. David and Louisa were born at Spanish Fork. But Elmer, Kenneth, Wilma, Leon, Irene were born down there and after moving to town, we had 7 more children. Erma, Julie, Fred, Jim, Maxine, Ted, and Jex.
Your father was surely a help mate, he did as much as I did in caring for you all. He never would let me get up at night for anything. He said, you care for them in the day time and I will at night. We weren't blessed with luxury, but we surely had love for each other and he gave me the best he could.
We lost two children in February, 1926, with flu pneumonia, just 36 hours apart, Fred and Julia. And in April 1926, we went to the Salt Lake Temple and were sealed for time and eternity for which I was so thankful. We surely did a lot of temple work after that. We celebrated our anniversaries in the temples every year. In October, as he was in the accident, that (nearly) took his life, we went to the Logan Temple and there we had our pictures taken with the group.
He passed away at the Hughes Hospital in Spanish Fork, December 21, 1942. He was buried in the Benjamin Cemetery, December 26, 1942.
I have sung in the Daughters of the Pioneers Chorus since I got married and I have always liked to meet the public. I worked off and on for C.O. Claudin Funeral home for 7 years. I have worked in cafes and most of all I love children and to make them happy. I don't think there are many little girls that have lived by me or where I have worked that don't have one crochet article by me. I am a great lover of flowers of course being a florist's daughter accounts for that. I'm sorry I didn't learn the trade but I told her I would take care of parties and the sick but she could take care of the dead.
I took up nursing to help me to make some extra money. So I graduated with the Red Cross in 1926. The last nursing job I was on was when Janet Chapple was born. She is married and expecting her first. It was through quick action that she was saved at birth. I put my finger down her throat and pulled the flem out as she was as black as coal. I also had the same experience with Dora Mae Davis' girl Connie. Her daddy was in the service at the time. Wade always calls me Mother No. 2.
At the age of 70, I love life, I like to dance, I'm a member of Senior Citizen's dancing club of Utah County, and I go nearly every Tuesday night. I love to make quilts. I only wish I had kept track of how many I have made in the last year. I have made 15 drawn work luncheon clothes. I organized a goodwill club. There were 12 members. We met twice a month, we helped others in time of need by darning stockings, patching overalls, making quilt blocks and quilting, we also made a friendship quilt.