SKETCH OF MY BROTHER LEVI’S LIFE By His Sister Mary Sophina Fuller Larkin
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Your father Levi as a boy liked his school. All his lessons seemed easy for him. He graduated from the eighth grade from the North school that used to be on what is now Highland Drive. He gave an address that was very outstanding at the closing exercises. He and another boy was [sic] all there was in the class. He was a very good student also. He attended the L.D.S. College for one year which he enjoyed very much. He did some janitor work. One day while at work he was singing. Brother Stevens who led the Tabernacle Choir came to the door and said he thought he would see who had such a fine voice, and told him he should cultivate it. He would have done well in gaining an education with only half a chance. He was fond of play and was a good sport.
During a period of time in early boyhood we lived in Manassa, Colorado. One day with some boys, some that was older than he, put him on one of our calves. It threw him off and broke his arm. It was supposed to have been set, but it grew crooked and stiff. At the time the Salt Lake Temple was dedicated, we came back and his arm was operated on at the time. With careful treatment it was much better, but was still a little stiff. We returned to Colorado for a number of years, and then came back to make a new start. It was after we came back to Utah that your father got his schooling. He was of a social nature, fond of dancing, and had several girlfriends. His ideals were high when it came to choosing friends and entertainment, and he was very considerate of others’ feelings.
We had only a few acres of land, so it was necessary to work days wages. He worked at the brickyard for some time. Grandfather was also working by the day. A short time after your father and mother were married, we decided to come up this way. The Curlew Carry Act Project was advertised so highly at the time, so we drifted to this valley. Your father homesteaded east and north of Stone, Idaho. They built a small house, dug a well, and lived there for a year or so, then moved to the irrigated land on the west side of the valley.
The Curlew Stake was organiz3ed shortly after and he was sustained as Stake Clerk. Then in a year or so, they drifted down to Snowville to be near the school. Your father had the first cream station in the valley. He was also Notary Public. He was quite a busy man with his farm and other things he was doing. Varden and Marian was [sic] getting ready for high school. Your mother never did like it very well. By this time she had some property from Grandmother Brockbank’s estate, and of course, you know all about that: and then the last move was to Smithfield. You have two baby brothers buried here at Snowville.
(from a letter to Carl B. Fuller from Mary AKA Aunt May)
AMOS LEVI FULLER by his Children Varden, Edith, Jean and Carl
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Carl B. Fuller:
Amos Levi Fuller, the fourth of five children born to Asahel Luther and Mary Jane North Fuller, October 21, 1882, in Mill Creek, Utah. Amos died March 15, 1946 in Salt Lake City, Utah. He is buried in Smithfield, Utah along with his wife Agnes and daughter Marion, both having preceded him in death.
It is thought that for the early part of his married life, Asahel Fuller lived with his family in Mill Creek, working for day wages or some contract work that could have taken him away from home during periods of time.
In December of 1889 when Amos was 7 years of age, his family moved to Manassa, Colorado, where his father bought some farming property and some interest in a sawmill. In the late 1890’s his father was called by the authorities of the L.D.S. Church to investigate the possibilities of colonizing the Chama River area in the Rio Arriba County, New Mexico. In Asahel’s biography he tells of being set apart March 8, 1891 to preside over those who came to help settle the area. Asahel records that they returned to Salt Lake in 1897. This would put Amos about 15 years of age. His sister Mary tells of an incident concerning a broken arm suffered by Amos while in Colorado. The arm was either uncared for by any medical people, or was poorly set. Aunt Mary tells of the arm being rebroken and reset while the family was in Salt Lake at the time of the dedication of the Salt Lake Temple in 1896. The arm was much better after the correction, but remained somewhat crooked the rest of his life.
Aunt May records that it wasn’t until after they got back from Colorado that Amos got his schooling. It would be reasonable to think, however, that he got some schooling or that his mother taught her children to some degree during those early years. Aunt May says that Amos was a good student and gave a talk at his 8th grade graduation in Salt Lake. It is thought that he spent one year at the L.D.S. University as a student, and following this time did a little teaching perhaps as a substitute teacher. Aunt May also says that he was of a sound nature and fond of dancing.
During the years prior to his marriage to Agnes Park Brockbank on January 20, 1909, Amos acquired what education he got and was employed by different people and places of business, including the Interstate Brick Company. Sometimes in the winter of 1909-1910 Amos with his father went north to Oneida County in southern Idaho just north of Snowville, Utah. There they were employed for two years to build an earthenware dam for the storage of water. Horses were used to pull what is known as a “Fresno Scrapper” scoop and mound the dirt for the dam.
In 1911 at the completion of the dam, Amos made the decision to homestead some ground on the east side of the Curlew Valley. Here he built a one-room proving-up shack, outhouse, and a shed for the animals. Since there was no source of water it was necessary to bring water in for the use of the family and animals. It was to this shack that he brought his wife and the two children, Varden and Marion.
The purpose of the homestead was to develop dry farm property, but because of the very poor quality of the soil, to grow anything was almost impossible. The homestead experience was given up in favor of some farmland on the west side of the valley with ample irrigation water. Well water was close by for the use of the family. Grain and alfalfa were the principal groups. The sheep herders coming through with their sheep purchased some of the hay.
With no local need or market for the grain, efforts were made to transport the grain by wagon to where it could be sold. There were so many problems to do this that it proved unprofitable. It was while on the farm in Stone that two girls were added to the family, Edith in 1915 and Jean in 1917.
Because of the difficulties of marketing their crops, connected with the living conditions of the family, was probably part of the reason the decision was made to move to Snowville in 1919 or early 1920. In December of 1920 another boy, Carl, was added to the family. Life proved to be much easier in Snowville with close neighbors, a store and a drugstore, or at least a store with some medical things as well as someone with a little medical knowledge. There was plenty of water for home use, and for gardens, firewood fairly close, and employment for cash money. The family income was much improved when hired by the Mutual Creamery of Ogden to set up a cream station. The farmers of the area brought their cream to him to be tested for butterfat content and cream quality. A check was then issued to the farmer. With this reliable cash coming in, plus some income from the farm in Stone, life became much easier. Soon Amos was able to buy a Model T Ford for the family’s enjoyment, making it possible to make trips to Salt Lake to visit family and to purchase some of the family necessities.
The following are some recollections taken from the biography of his son, Varden Levi Fuller:
“Our visits to Salt Lake City from Stone and Snowville were not frequent but were the highlights of our existence. I believe our earliest trips (before World War I) were made by driving a team and wagon to Malad, Idaho, and then taking the train. Father, I believe, didn’t go to Salt Lake City. Later, when the Fuller grandparents and when Uncle Luther Fuller and his wife Florence lived in Garland, Utah, the going may have been a bit easier; at least there could be some doubling up on the visiting, and also a place to rest up. The horse and wagon trip from Snowville to Garland could be made in one hard day, but we usually took two, camping out in the sage brush at night. I remember how marvelous it seemed when we could make the trip in three hours in the Model T. It can now be made in 30 to 45 minutes.
“Trips to Salt Lake City were always traumatic experiences for our mother. She seemed to be a lonely person and definitely no extrovert. She pleasurable anticipated visiting her sister Mary North and Louise Reynolds, also her mother Mary. She was painfully shy and self-conscious, being sunburned (tanned) when it was fashionable to be white, she had no face powder or other makeup. Her clothes were not the best.
“We acquired the Model T somewhere around 1922-or 23. Thereafter our trips to Salt Lake City were taken in it. I remember a couple of little episodes about the first trip. When we came upon the pavement between Tremonton and Brigham City, the vehicle began to vibrate unmercifully. We thought something had happened to it. Someone finally told us that it was because we were no longer driving on a dirt road. When we got into the dense city traffic, Father became unnerved and didn’t know how to cope with the turn signals. He would have one of us sitting on the right side to hold our out arm for a right turn. Along with visiting family, we also went to Bill’s Sample Shoe store to purchase family shoes.”
In 1925 with growing children needing to be closer to opportunities for higher education, the family relocated to Smithfield, Utah. The home there was part of a real estate agreement with family members from Salt Lake City. In Smithfield Amos continued his employment with the Ogden Creamery by picking up the milk and eggs from the farmers of the valley and trucking the products to Ogden.
In 1927 Amos lost his wife, companion and helpmeet of eighteen years. Through the depression years, Amos struggled with the problems of school for the children and keeping up the home, all of the necessities of life. Having a garden, some chickens, pigs, and a cow or two, gave the children something to do and provided some of the much needed food for the family.
During part of the depression years, Amos was employed by the county to count cars traveling on a given road, preparing data for the roads department to project future needs of the road. For some time he was paid by the county to deliver the meat and welfare food to the recipients in Smithfield and north to Richmond. Because of the employment conditions during the depression years, Amos could have been a recipient of welfare foods, but chose to work for the county in any way that was offered. During part of the 1930 period, he was employed by the Smithfield Seed Co. For a season or two he hauled hay, grain and potatoes on contract basis with his own truck. After about a year, the company bought a truck and hired Amos to drive it, going into Idaho to pick up the beans or potatoes that were to be processed or sold from the company’s outlet in Smithfield. About 935 or 36 the trucking part stopped. After that he was employed at the store and warehouse where he was responsible for the milling of the alfalfa seed, some grain and the sorting of potatoes in the fall and winter for shipment to market.
I believe the first years in Smithfield, the small acreage was used to grow some grain, perhaps to feed the chickens as he build a chicken coop for the purpose of having eggs for the market. I remember gathering the eggs and cleaning the roosts. How profitable or costly this endeavor was is not known. One year he lost his spring chicks by fire using an underground, untried brooding system.
In the spring of 1932 or 33, Amos planted some strawberries and raspberries for the purpose of helping his financial needs. For four or five years he was able to see all that he grew. Following and probably overlapping the years of the berries, pole beans became a good cash crop. The Del Monte pea factory in Smithfield contracted for and bought all the beams the farmers could grow. The bean crop era lasted for some of the farmers well into the years of World War II.
During his last working years, Amos was employed as a custodian for the Smithfield First Ward of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints, and at the same time as a mail carrier from the train to the post office, a distance of about one half mile.
From my recollections, Amos was always faithful in attending church and all church activities. He attended the temple in Logan on a frequent basis. From the obituary at the time of his death we learn that he served for eleven years as stake clerk of the Curlew Stake while living in Stone and Snowville. Over the years at different times, he served as a Sunday School teacher, group leader of the High Priests, financial clerk, ward teacher, secretary of the stake Melchizedek Priesthood Committee and on the Boy Scout Committee. Tribute was given for his faithfulness, integrity and devotion to his obligations to his fellowmen. He was likened to Nathaniel of old as being without guile. He was chaste in his language and was always master of himself. He accepted responsibility whether high or low in the spirit of humility, always grateful for opportunities of service that came his way.
To my memory, he seemed to be a patient man, patient with life and all of its problems. He didn’t express his concerns and frustrations, but I’m sure that inside, his thoughts and feelings were at times impatient with the circumstances of raising a family by himself. I don’t remember my father using any swear or slang words, but on one occasion we were out west of the chicken coop and were about to kill a chicken for our supper. All at once he said, “Oh, damn, let’s go up town and eat.” The use of the word “damn” surprised me. In the spring of 1939 he married Myrtle Egan Pitcher, and together they enjoyed a few years of happiness.
During the last years of his life he found a great love in genealogy work. Thanks to him, many of our ancestors were identified and the temple work completed. His great example of righteous living was a testimony of his faith in the teachings of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints.
MEMORIES OF MY DAD
By his daughter Edith Mary Fuller Reese
In a letter to Carl B. Fuller
Most of what I remember of Dad comes from the Smithfield days.
Some of the happiest memories I have are ones in which I went with Dad on his trips in his truck. We went up into the northern part of Utah and into Idaho to pick up cream and at other times to Ogden to deliver it. We talked a lot, memorized poetry, and bought our lunch in the grocery store. Store bread, bologna, pickles, bananas and sometimes cantaloupe were treats we didn’t always have.
I think it was very difficult for Dad to be left with five children. I can’t remember of ever having any instruction on how to do things, but neither can I remember any times being punished for anything. I think Dad just expected us to be good and a sad look on his face was enough punishment for me to want to be good.
It seems like we always had a hard time making ends meet and so we raised a lot of our own food. We had an old treadle sewing machine since I always liked to sew. I used it whenever I could get materials. Dad bought chicken feed in the pretty print sacks that we used. When the machine went on the blink, Dad somehow came up with a new electric one. It was a wonder and a marvel but it sewed too fast and before long we talked him into trading it in for a vacuum cleaner.
During the depression, Dad delivered food to the people on welfare. We had lots of food in our basement but we weren’t allowed to eat any of it because we weren’t on welfare.
One of the trips I went on with Dad was in the Model A Coupe down to Tooele to pick up the records that Uncle Luther had left behind. On the way down going over Sardine Canyon, one of us (Pauline or I) was setting down and bumped the lights off switch. Before we could get the lights back on we hit the side of the road and turned completely upside down. Nobody was hurt, we climbed out and a car full of young men going to Peach Days at Brigham City got out and turned the car over and we went on our way. There was only minor damage to the steering rod.
When I was sixteen Dad gave me a little Model A to drive. I can only remember having it one summer when Pauline and I went all over the valley. It was a really fun summer.
Whenever a holiday came along we all got in the back of the truck and went camping in Logan Canyon, along with other families, too, and I also remember going to Logan with a dollar to do our shopping for Christmas at Woolworth’s.
Times were very difficult during the depression when Uncle Luther and his family came to live at our house. But during it all Dad accepted this as his responsibility and we all made do with what we had. I guess the most important part of going through an experience like this are the feelings of the people when it is all over. I didn’t come out of it feeling that I had been deprived or unhappy.
When I got married Dad went to Salt Lake City with us to see that everything went right. He introduced us to the Brockbank relatives and went with us to a wedding reception they held for us.
After Dad and Aunt Myrtle were married, I think he had some happy years. He was able to fix up the house and take life a little easier. He told me once that he felt badly that he couldn’t have the house nice when we were all home.
Although the times were hard during most of our growing up years and we didn’t have much in the way of material things, Dad always found a way for us to do the things that were important.
He was the kindest, most honest and feeling person that I have ever known.
By his daughter Agnes Jean Fuller Jessop
In a letter to Carl B. Fuller
Such a kind and gentle man. His life was never easy, and surely it must have been made doubly hard by having a frail and fragile body. I remember that he always thought it important to teach his children by example and he did so by showing us love and concern. After our mother died, leaving him with five children to raise, the youngest being only 7 years of age, surely there must have been a great void in his life. I don’t ever remember hearing a cross word between my parents. I do recall hearing them as they lay in their bed whispering to each other, trying not to wake the rest of us as we all occupied the same room.
I remember in Smithfield that we were always taken to Sunday School and Sacrament meetings, and that the Fuller kids and the Deppe kids were the only ones that were brought to Sacrament meeting. Every other kid in the small town was not required to go. I wasn’t happy about that but now I can see the wisdom, and am happy that we had a father with foresight.
Our father worried about all of us having an education. That is the main reason I am sure that we moved from Snowville to Smithfield where the depression hit us and made life even more difficult. Because of our hardships, he was called to North Cache to explain why he couldn’t pay our high school tuition. It was only a small amount and he must have suffered great heartache. I am sure it must have grieved him when I wanted to go to Logan to college and he didn’t have the money to send me. I don’t recall hearing him say it, but I am sure he would have appreciated a chance for more education to better himself and his family and to give us more comforts of life.
He got work wherever he could. I remember going with him to pick up eggs from the farmers around Cache Valley and trucking them to Ogden. It was a grueling, long trip to cross Sardine Canyon in our old truck. He worked at Dick Smith’s feed store, and at the Smithfield brick yard. Later he worked as the custodian at the First Ward church and as a mail clerk in Smithfield. We also had chickens. I remember that because of our considerate father, we never had to draw them (clean the insides out). He always would do it for us. But we did help with the cleaning and watering and plucking. He took pride in his lovely raspberries and the fact that he had orders from year to year for them.
I remember we ran up a huge grocery bill at Harley Monson’s food store that we couldn’t pay. I know that later that bill was paid even though Harley moved from Smithfield. Our father kept track of him so that he could pay what we owed. I know of two times it gook the penny in his pocket to get me some clothes I desperately needed for graduation and marriage. Because of our financial problems, we stayed pretty close to home. If we went to Logan we had to ride on the back of the truck. I remember our embarrassment. The family worked in the beet fields all of one summer, and because of some financial problem, we were paid only a pittance of what we earned. The only vacation I can remember is when we went to Logan Canyon to stay over a night or so. We were so thrilled to get to go.
When my father decided to marry again, he asked each one of us if we thought it would be all right. I was glad to see him have some companionship after so many lonely years.
As I sit here thinking of our humble home, it is painful and makes my heart ache. Also, I realize that if our father hadn’t been so diligent in trying to do the right thing for us trying to help us set standards and goals—even to graduating from high school—we could have fared much worse.
I remember that the little town of Smithfield, in my opinion, didn’t seem to be a good influence in raising a righteous family. Spiritually, though, my father stood among the tallest of them and I do appreciate that and the example that he set for us.