Charles M Collett

6 Jun 1875 - 27 Feb 1969

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Life Story of Charles Merrill Collett and Elnora Munk Collett Written from his Journals Typed by Roleane Berrett Crockett January 2010 Note: Typed from various pieces of paper and steno books. Many stories were written several times and ways with different dates. So while you are reading this and yo
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376-424 E Center St
Smithfield, Cache, Utah
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Life Story of Charles Merrill Collett and Elnora Munk Collett Written from his Journals Typed by Roleane Berrett Crockett January 2010 Note: Typed from various pieces of paper and steno books. Many stories were written several times and ways with different dates. So while you are reading this and you think you have read something before, you have. 1875 In 1875, on the 6th of June I was born in a dirt roofed log cabin in Bennington, Bear Lake County, Idaho. In the spring of 1876 my father and family moved to Cokerville, Wyoming making one of three couples to settle that place. Cokerville was surrounded on three sides by miles of beautiful meadows and vast areas of beautiful range and had forests of timber land. The climate was cold and lots of snow fell. Wild game such as elk, deer and antelope was in abundance; and also wild Indians. Father built a log house between the forks of the Smithfield River and more than a year of wild pioneer life was lived at that place. Then the spirit of moving came on father so he and family went to Escalante in southern Utah where he began raising cattle and sheep. He also operated a grocery store and post office. Father was deputy sheriff during which two men who were partners in a cattle ranch quarreled and one killed the other so father, who had only one arm, rode the 30 miles alone; arrested the murderer, and brought in the body. Then he took the criminal to Beaver, the county seat to jail. 1878 After returning home he and Bishop Andrew P. Schow were called by President John Taylor of the L.D.S. Church; in September 1878, to explore the Colorado River for a possible crossing. They took saddle and pack horses started out along the north rim of the canyon. (Note: This epic scouting trip is written about in the book series “Hearts Afire” by Blaine Yorgason and the book “Undaunted” by Gerald Lund). They traveled for 80 miles east versus north but could not find any suitable place. They returned and finding a ledge that sloped toward the river they worked their horses down to it. After going half way down the slopes the pack horse got caught on the pack and fell over the ledge and landed on the pack against a tree 50 feet below. Then the men had to find a way to get down and free the horse. They rolled him and pushed him down to another ledge which was wide enough for a wagon. They went on down to the Colorado River and stayed all nite. The next morning they made it to the last ledge of a cliff where there was a hole large enough for the passage of the horses but not for a wagon. When they arrived on top of the cliff a number of emigrants had arrived but were requested to go to Escalante for the winter but refused to do so. So there was much suffering during the winter in the camp. But Schow and Collett continued to Escalante. They purchased a lot of blasting powder then returned to the hole in the rock and with help from the camp blasted the hole wide enough for wagons. Then they crossed the river on flat boats propelled by oxen and men. Father did not cross at the hole in the rock. 1881 We left Escalante three years later in April 1881. (Grandpa Charles Collett would have been age six at this time) (The family) crossed at Lee’s Ferry with 200 head of cattle, 30 head of horses that swam the river and three wagons with three teams that crossed on a flat boat being rowed over but the family crossed by skiff. The cattle were driven down a draw up the river a half mile from the ferry, as there was too much risk swimming at the ferry, but by swimming down the river they had a better chance to land at the ferry. Often cattle would land on little plots of land in the canyon. Then it became necessary to let my brother Reuben Samuel (R. S.) Collett straddle a log which had a long rope attached to each end and let down from the high cliff ledge. As it touched the water he would clutch willow, pull the log to land, push the lodged cattle off and then he would be pulled up by the ropes. He says his hair is still on end from fright. Now how did the wagons get to the river? The roads, such as they were, were very steep and much of it over smooth sloping sand rock, so steep that only one team was used to the wagon. The wheels were rough locked by attaching a chain to the front axel and crossing under the wagon to the opposite hind wheel allowing the wheel to rest on the chain. Then a long rope was tied to each end of the hind axle. Then half hitched to a tree. Each was loosened out at a time thus keeping one rope tite at a time. If a wagon had got loose it would have rolled hundreds of feet below. It was a thrilling yet fearful experience. After our harrowing experience it was thought wise to rest the stock and family. There was a nice basin and good feed and water so we spent a time of thankfulness. Not having lost but one animal, a calf. There were a couple of burrows there so we took them and after three days travel we met two young men who had been working in Colorado and were walking home to Utah. Father told them the ferry men had gone home and the river was high and if they would go with us it would be better but they decided against it. So father gave them the two burrows, some bedding and food. So they continued on to the river. After reaching it, one being a good swimmer, decided he could swim the river and bring the skiff back, but the task proved too much, he was carried down stream then thrown upon the rocks on the same side of the river. Being too weak to hold a rope, his partner got food by rope to him until he was strong enough to get out with the help of a rope. After recovering, the river flood had lessened so he made another try and was successful. R. S. Collett met one of these fellows in Lewiston, Utah, many years later and got the story of their horrible adventure. Then we began our long six month trek across the great Navajo desert with only a family of youngsters the oldest 16 years. My sister who was 12 years old, driving one team and wagon all the way to Arizona. We carried 2 – 40 gallon barrels of water, one on each side lashed on each wagon making 240 gallons of water for emergencies need. We were dependent on Indian water signs posted along the way, one of which we missed causing a 24 hour forced march. Some of the cattle went crazy others mad to fight. In May many Indians passed us in war paint often 200 to 300 in a band. One night we camped in a flat at night and we built some fires about 200 yards apart around the herd. Then a bed between each fire in order to present any loss of cattle, but despite this precaution 17 got away. R. S. was sent to recover them but he did not return that nite, and as Indians were close, father became alarmed. The next morning he also went back and finding no sign continued on. He found R. S. with the cattle but did not get to camp till the next day. So mother with 200 head of cattle 30 head of horses and a bunch of children in an Indian country and the oldest child 14 years stayed alone while dad and R. S. were gone. Imagine the horror of it all! And to make it worse an Indian came into camp at sundown shot thru the arm and asked mother to do up the wound and let him sleep between the beds so he wouldn’t be killed in the night. The next day father and R. S. arrived with the stray cattle and we pulled camp. We found water holes so full of wigglers we had to strain the water thru a cloth; it was fairly green, no cattle lost. Traveled all day and camped in a little basin. Had to take the stock up a long slope then turn off in a canyon for water, so I followed to where they turned into the canyon and by then it was dark. I dared not go farther. Then I became confused, I could see the fire of our camp but thought it Indians, but my cries brought help. The boys had tied two horses neck and neck they became frightened and straddled a quake spin and one broke his leg and had to be shot. The next day brought us to a place where the rain had filled large basin like rocks but the water had to be bailed from one basin to another for the stock. Oh, blessed day of work. Today we are traveling in Navajo country but the chief had his people hold their sheep off the water so our stock could drink and R. S. fell in a spring to the delight of the Indians. At one time the Indians brought us a dressed mutton. May is slipping by. Last nite more cattle slipped back so father sent the twins back for them. The twins were 14 years old but fortunately found them. They did not return that nite so father set a large dry tree afire so they mite find camp. They came in the next day. June 1881 on the Navajo desert and Indians are harassing the ranchers, stealing stock. Have stopped for a few days on the Mancos, a beautiful spot one rancher hired the boys to help recover stock. Father sold 17 head of steers, traded for several horses. One of the steers got away that was sold and took his revenge out on me. Knocking me down and pummeling my belly; and was I scared. R. S. and the dog finally rescued me, no wonder I am white headed. I guess he knew it was my birthday. Today, a beautiful June day we leave the beautiful Mancos for the dreary desert. During the day we had trouble with the cattle. All but mother and the small children gone. Then mother seeing water way off in a flat, took Julia 12 (Julia was deaf) with two buckets and set out for water but it proved father away than she figured so they did not get back till dark. So us tots, the oldest 9 the youngest 3 years old in a wild desert alone, bye bad wolf. Here we are again on a stream the little Colorado. The stream was shallow with low banks but full of quicksand, the teams were forced to run across, but one mule refused to run so had to be pulled out. We decided to go by way of St. John and Snowflake but were prevented on account of hostile Indians. So went by way of Flagstaff a soldier post. Now it’s sawmill and logging camp. We arrived at Jonesville on November 1, 1881, just four years after the first settlers. The great Salt River was the only source of drinking water and it was so salty our shirts after perspiring would be white with salt. (Jonesville was settled by Grandpa Charles Collett’s mother’s families. One aunt had married Daniel Jones, the same Daniel Jones that was the rescuer at Devil’s Gate for the Martin Handcart Company and was assigned to stay at Devil’s Gate for the winter and be in charge of the men that stayed to guard items left behind after the rescue. The town named Jonesville was named after him.) The Indians made owea; they were of unburned pottery and being pores the water would filter thru, thus eliminating a lot of salt. By filling a 10 gallon owea and hanging it high in the porch then a 5 gallon directly underneath then a 3 gallon below it would be quite cold to drink. Butter lard and such was kept in bottles. Large fire places were used for cooking and light at nite. Scorpions of different sizes and tarantulas, snakes and centipedes were in abundance. Father while rolling a log in the river for a dam across the river for irrigating, was stung by a scorpion and was dangerously ill for some time. Then a number of us boys were in swimming above the dam when suddenly I was down in a hole and could not get out but a larger boy seeing my predicament rescued me. One day father took me with him up on the Verdi River, a branch of the Salt, to hunt cattle and when we made the bed he put one grub sack under our pillow for safe keeping but some varmet got it. Possibly an Indian. Our father and R. S. were camping out and in the morning early father heard a rattler at their heads. He carefully wakened R. S. and said, “Don’t move a snake is at our head. Carefully gather yourself for a spring when I say go”. So when all was in readiness they threw their selves over the foot of the bed thus saving a snake bite. Father bought 160 acres of land fenced with a five room house on it. The alfalfa was four inches high so when the cattle were turned in the field 16 head bloated but by sticking them (they stuck them with a knife in the stomach) saved all of them. Then we made a mud wall pig pasture by putting up frames then lamping mud in it was a slow job but was permenant when completed. There was a lovely grape vineyard, fig and peach orchard. The only time I was drunk three of us boys got 3 quarts of grape wine out of the cellar and we slept under the hay rake. Us boys used to build traps like a log house them fit a trigger and put wheat in it. The quail would go in for the wheat then set off the trigger. Sometimes we would get 708 quail; they are a beautiful bird and delicious eating. Then for fun we would get the Indian boys and have a mud dop battle using arrow weed willows with a mud dop squeezed on the end. On the naked skin it would pop and sting. One day father was to kill a beef and he (the beef) broke the corral gate and us kids were outside. We nearly tore the house down getting in. One day there was a circus in Mesa 10 miles away so we all rustled Indian ponies and went to the circus. Then stole watermelons and fed the horses the rinds. They only stealing I ever did. 1883 In 1883 my oldest brother (R.S.) was called on a mission to Great Britain. He was gone three years and when he came home Sylvester was called (on a mission) to go to old Mexico. During this time the U. S. Marshals were after the polygamists and they hid out every where but finally all served time in prison and were fined. The government confiscated all church property and charged rentals on all public building. 1886 R. S. was called to be 1st counselor to Pres. R. S. Bennion in a new stake in Ashley Valley. So he persuaded father to move back to Utah. We made the mistake of moving in October 1886 instead of in April. When we got to Cannonville it was snowing hard so we got permission to use the church for shelter. There was R. S., father and mother, Vean and wife, five other kids, Aunt and Uncle Will Wamsley and five children, Aunt Rhoda and three boys. It was a terrible time and going up Pico(?) Canyon eleven two year old colts froze to death. When camp was made three wagon covers were tied end to end then stretched around a large pine tree. Then fires were made in this large enclosure with beds every where for it was very large and warm. When we arrived in Escalante, we rented farm houses outside of town, as farmers had moved to town for school. The animals wintered in the hills, and there was plenty of dry pinion pine for fuel in the large fire places. R. S. and Aunt Rhoda’s family continued on to Vernal. We youngsters spent our time exploring canyons and caves. 1887 In the spring of 1887 we started for Vernal, the Wamsleys went with us. When we reached Rabbit Valley we gathered the 23 head of cows that father had traded for five head of horses with the Hatch Brothers Ranch while still in Mesa, Arizona. Leaving the horses there and getting the cows in Rabbit Valley saving 500 miles travel on the cows and saving them from having to swim the Colorado River. Two days later we were caught in the edge of a cyclone. We had to have 5 riders side circle on the stock and 6inches of hail fell causing large floods in draws an hour or two after it passed. When we reached the forest five miles away a path of a ½ mile wide was swept clean; so you see we would have lost heavily in property and perhaps our lives had we been 5 miles farther on when it hit. After 10 days more travel by way of Price down Soldier Summit and canyon across the Navajo Indian Reservation we arrived in Ashley Valley in July. Vernal only had one store, one saloon and one dance hall and about six homes that where far about from each other. Nothing of importance happened the rest of the journey. After arriving father bought a 40 acre farm with comfortable cabins 2 ½ miles southeast of town from a Mexican who had married a white girl. He was the most expert roper I have ever seen. Our log cabin had a large fireplace. Wood was plentiful in the hills. It was a wild frontier and most of the houses were log with dirt roofs; this was true throughout the valley. We later built a lovely house. The range was open and cattle wintered out. There was an abundance of feed for cattle for both winter and summer for 10 years only about 4 inches of snow was ever on the ground; but often the thermometer registered 40 – 45 below zero. I attended grade school. (The following paragraph is from a scrap of paper in with the other papers) Reuben (Reuben Collett is Charles Collett’s father) and family arrived in Ashley Valley 20 August 1887 where Reuben bought a farm and for a number of years was in the horse business. He was a member of the High Council of Uintah Stake for some years. In September 1888 their son, George was born, making their 12th child; they had eight sons and four daughters. In 1896 Charles left for a mission Southern States. While living in the Ashley Valley, Reuben made several trips to Bear Lake and Cache Valley, and in the winter of 1899 he made another trip to Gila, Arizona, by team. In 1906 he filed a homestead on one hundred and sixty acres near Myton on the Uintah Reservation and moved in on his 67th birthday. In 1911 he and his wife, Elthurah Roseltha, sold their home in Vernal and moved to Smithfield, Utah, the place of their marriage in 1861. There he built a modern home across the street from the last home he had built before leaving there in 1873. This made the 22nd home he had built. We joined the Merrill, now the Naples Ward. Tom Caldwell Bishop, with J. M. Shaffer 1st and Joseph H. Gardener 2nd counselor. Superintendent of the Sunday School was George Slaugh, 1st counselor Waldgung Lybbet and 2nd counselor Albert Goodrich. Mutual President Arthur Gardner, 1st counselor George Slaugh, 2nd counselor (blank). 1890 - 1895 I was not in attendance at any church service for three years. Then one Sunday nite after returning from a long ride my chum and I sat for a long time trying to decide what to do about church but finally decided to start going but he didn’t show up so we parted forever ,each going his own sweet way. (Another version found) It was on a beautiful night at 12 midnight, a beautiful moon was shinning and two boys of 15 sat on their horses while debating their course in life. I said we know the way of the world is wine, women and Hell, but our parents teach us God and church are the ways to happiness and life. So that night parted two very dear friends never to meet more, one for the church the other for the worldly life. 1890 will ever be remembered that night I lay pondering over our evening talk when there stood before me my brother who had died in old Mexico a few years before. Sylvester, who died while on a mission, appeared to me in my sleep. I had neglected my duty as a boy. When he appeared I said: “How can you come here when you are dead”? He did not answer; then I saw him as he lay in his casket and his face changed to sorrow. I said to him, “How can you be sad when you are dead”? Then he answered, “I am worried over you”. In two months I was chosen Sunday School teacher and told to select my assistants. Going home I saw my near neighbor out irrigating, I decided to ask him as I felt I needed an older person as I was only 16 years old. When I told him what I wanted he looked at me and said, “Gosh Charley, I haven’t been to church for a long time and I smoke cigarettes”. I said, “Yes, I know and your eyes are watery and you are nearly blind. I promise you if you will accept and be faithful and quite smoking your eyes will be healed”. He said, “I accept”. His eyes were healed and he filled two missions, converted his wife who had been hostile to the church; and spent years in Temple work. In September I was ordained a deacon and chosen President and had 24 in stead of 12 deacons. Asked and was granted an evening each week for our Quorum meetings took place in the church house. I was also chosen librarian in the Y. M. M. I. A.; this all happened in less than 6 months after starting to church, all in 1890. I rode a lot for horses and cattle in the great and beautiful Uintah Mountains. Oh, how I love them. I also hauled lumber and timber from its forests. There were some cabins we often used. It was thirty miles from home to the cabins and the mountain was 5 miles high, making it a long hard day. There were often ten or twelve men and their teams and when we stayed overnight to get our loads we often stayed at the cabins so the evenings were spent with tales of adventure, yarns and song and guitar music which sounded so beautiful in the midst of timber. Another time I was working at a copper mine and one night after work a pal and I decided to quit and go home. It was nine at night and raining. We started to walk that more than 30 miles. It was so dark the only way we could follow the road was that it was darker where the road was. We were worried because we knew an abrupt drop off of about 200 feet would be our fate if we veered 200 yards off course in a flat we had to cross and no timber to guide us. But luck was with us and we made it home the next day, very hungry, weary and stiff from walking. The next spring a bunch of six decided on going out to Dragon to shear sheep. When we got to Green River we decided to ford it. I had a new spring wagon and a tall and rangy team. We had to go upstream one fourth of a mile in a zigzag direction to keep on the fore, otherwise it was mighty deep water and as it was the water slopped over the backs of the team. When we arrived on the other side the team could scarcely stand. How crazy can people be? My cousin, Will Wamsley and I were going to his sister Marinda Wamsley Carroll’s one night on horseback through the fields on a gallop. There was some snow on the ground and the ground was frozen hard. My horse stepped in a hole and turned a somersault, I landed on my face at full length with the horse across my hips, but the saddle horn on one side of me and the seat of the saddle on the other which held most of the horse’s weight off of me. The horn being held in frozen ground held the horses feet up so he couldn’t get up. Neither could I, my head and shoulders being between her front and hind feet so that when she struggled she beat my head and face badly. My cousin Will came back and pulled her head hard toward her feet and loosened the saddle horn so she could get on her feet and this released her so that she got on her feet. I felt like a ball bat had been used on my head, face and shoulders. We made our way home. When I was 18 and still a Deacon I was called as a home missionary and traveled with the High Council. One time I was asked to visit an isolated branch of the church alone. It was 35 miles away and a very heavy road and only wagons no buggies at that time. So I left home at 6 a.m. on horse back, arrived in time for the 11 a.m. Sunday meeting and spoke a few minutes then attended Sacrament at 1 a.m. I arrived home about 6 p.m, very happy after traveling 70 miles horse back and preaching twice and holding officers meeting. I spoke in public at least once each week for 10 years. It was in 1890 that I went on my first freight trip. My brother Sylvanus, called Vean, had a six horse outfit with two wagons. We hired Orrin Perry (our uncle on the Perry/Tippets line) to drive one outfit of four horses and two wagons. We hauled freight from Price to Vernal principally for the co-op store. In 1891, Dell, my older brother, took one outfit but Vean did not go. We loaded Gilsonite from the mine near Fort Duchesne and hauled it to Price, then loaded freight back home. If was from the Gilsonite freight that we bought our first underwear and suit of clothes, the suit cost $4.00. I used to break horses for team and saddle. In riding wild horses some times I was on the horse and some times on the ground. I was badly hurt twice, once I was six weeks recovering. (Following short paragraph is from a scrap of paper with other papers) I was not thrown but so badly shaken up I could not work for two weeks. I did most of the range work, also the farm work. I began keeping company with Sally Perry. Then I was quarantined at Vean’s place for diphtheria and while there the children came down with the disease. Vean was not at home so I swabbed the little girls’ throats. Father, Vean, Dell and I bought a new thresher. Horse power 12 horses attached to sweeps went round and round all day. We also bought a self grain binder and threshed all over the valley. One time an outlaw by the name of Bill Speck; a two gun guy wanted us to go over to his ranch on brush creek last off the valley and thresh. His ranch was head quarters for Butch Cassidy (Roy Parker) and gang. Also, Mat Warner (?) and Click (Christensen), Roy V. Mat both from Beaver and Richfield; but really tough leaders of outlaws. But getting back to Speck (a southerner) he had Joe Rose with him and a cook. Joe wonderfully built 6 footer and two gun guy never worked or took any part but stood always some distance from men. He and Speck slept in the rush in a creek bend. They never went in to eat but both drew their guns and one went in forwards and the other backwards. And then each laid his gun on the table by his place while they ate. They kept 8 head of beautiful saddle horses in a pasture near by and every two hours saddled 2 fresh horses tying them on the outside, or range side, of the fence. Each saddle had a rifle and pistol on it and each man wore two guns. But we finished threshing but poor Joe, in spite of his cousin, was killed the next spring at a ranch in Bower Park near where the new dam on Green River is to be built. At this ranch was also a bandit hideout. Several men were at dinner when a young fellow pulled a chair as a fellow sat down and he sat on the floor. All laughed but after dinner as the young fellow was going to the barn the guy who missed the chair shot the kid. That blew the powder keg. A posse was formed in Vernal, Utah, one in Meekly, Colorado, and one in Green River City, Wyoming. After a week’s trailing 16 men had been shot, hanged or jailed. But Bill Speck was always in the clear and finally went back to Texas. The following winter I went over on White Rock Reservation to chop cord wood for the Old Fort Duchesne and a fellow worked and messed with me. A fine fellow but two thousand dollars reward was offered for him; he too was killed the next summer. Two blacksmiths of Vernal and this fellow had taken up mining claims on Dry Fork Mountain and a man by the name of Chrisman wanted their claim to go with his without buying it. So he hired two outlaws, Mat Warner and Bill Wall, to kill them. The two arrived near the camp at daylight and as the miners were getting up the outlaws and Chrisman opened fire killing two and crippling the other and my friend was one of the killed. That same summer an outlaw named Pigon’s dog followed a sheep herder to camp and Pigon followed them; when he came to the camp he pulled his gun and accused Lee of stealing his dog. Lee was sitting on his bunk in the wagon camp and he said I didn’t know it was following until I got to camp. Pigon said you lie and you stole him. As Lee always wore a shoulder holster he drew his gun and killed Pigon; by the tongue of the wagon, in self defense. There came to Vernal, Utah two gamblers, George Hughs and Bill Thomas, and they were tough. Hughs went over to the saloon on the strip three miles from Fort Duchesne and for three days ruled the roost. Finally he got wore out and went in the back room of the saloon and went to bed laying his gun on the table. While he slept, the bar tender got his gun and filed the needle off then replaced it on the table. About five o’ clock Hughs got up, put on his gun and began to take over; but his gun didn’t work so he was shot three times in self defense. On July 4th all went down to Jensen on the Green River to celebrate and after the horse races I was standing with George Adams out from the crowd when Bill Thomas rode up to us and drew his gun on us. Not knowing what was up I was plenty scared for a gun with the barrel pointing toward you looks mighty big. But Bill cooled off and rode back to Vernal only to get in more trouble. A fellow knocked him down then jumped on him with an open knife, cutting the skin clear across his throat; only saved by a guy jerking the arm holding the knife. So Bill left town for three years to return only to die as Hughs did and in same place. One year after the Browns Park clean up, two of the men broke jail but later apprehended to break jail again. After escaping the second time a Mr. Merrill escaped also but they killed both Merrill and Lay Finley. He was surrounded and shot in a grain field. Johnson who killed the boy was sentenced to 35 years in jail. One night a well dressed appearing gentlemen came to Vernal. He got drunk and his partner took him to the horses and then returned for a bottle of liquor. When he returned to the horses his partner lay dead; shot in the back by Pardon Doods; why? No one knew and no trial. Well the blood and outlaws are over; the law finally took its course and civilization. Butch Cassidy and Bill Wall got five years for killing the blacksmith’s (Casadiea) wife and Bill lost a leg in an attempted jail break. Reuben Samuel (Charles’ older brother) built a lovely home in Vernal in later years as only a very few houses were in Vernal in 1887. Old Ashley was then the county seat. The home was north of Vernal several miles. Some years later in about 1894/95, Sterling Colton and another man whose name I have forgotten, leased the Byer mine. A colorizing mine of copper very rich, it netted them $30,000 in about three years. They later bought the Bromide in Colorado and built a $40,000 smelter, this was a very rich real copper mine. But they didn’t have the capital to develop it. So sold controlling interest to a New York firm who patented it and closed it down. Someday it will be opened and pay rich. Then Colton built a store in Vernal being the fourth largest store, but there was no bank there. Reuben Samuel was elected Post Master and later he was President of the Duchene Canal Company. He gave so much time to get water onto the old Indian reservation. He finally built a home and lived in Roosevelt for some time then moved to Salt Lake City on Princeton Avenue then to Holladay where he passed away. 1892 In 1892 I was called as a stake home missionary and traveled nine months with the High Council. Fifteen years old graduated from the 8th grade as valedictorian The following year I started to school in the (Vernal) Uintah Academy. In 1895 I again enrolled at the Academy. Rode horse back to Vernal all winter for two years to attend the Academy, majoring in bookkeeping and math at 96%. 1894 The depression of 1894/1895 was hard. Wheat was worth .35 cents a bushel, hay $3.00 a ton, cow and calves $12.00 per cow and calf. Father said, “Lets go Sage roaming, and look at some onyx”. So we sold one cow and six calves for $32.00 and drove our wagon to the mine. Next morning father said, “I feel like going to Cokeville”. I said, “It is only thirty miles, lets go”. So we arrived at 2:00p.m. As we drove into the yard, Uncle Syl (Sylvanus) had just come from town. He said, “Gosh Reub, I am sure glad to see you. I just got a wire father died”. (Daniel Collett died 8 June 1894) So they took the train for Smithfield, all of his (Daniel Collett’s) children but two were there. He was ninety six years old. After father returned we went to Vernal but the rock, although it polished beautifully, was not onyx. A Naked Indian: About 1894 my father hired Bob Green to drive one outfit and I drove another loaded with grain for the White Rock Indian Reservation. We slept back on his load of grain. It was in February and was 42 below zero, we nearly froze. Coming back we hunted and found a naked Indian. He was on the bare frozen ground. His body had made a print 6” deep in the ground; he had lain there for 24 years. When clothing was put on him he tore them off. He had a piece of quilt 2 feet square he kept over his head the rest of his body was bare. He had tepee poles near by set up but nothing on them. It was a mystery that he did not freeze. 1896 In 1896 I received a letter from Box B; so instead of registering at the Academy in September for schooling I registered in the Southern States mission for an entirely different work. Testing the people to see if the laborer is worthy of his hire. Traveling without purse or script, the proof was “yes”. Before my mission a friend of mine and I accompanied several of our old pals for an evening of social companionship. Neither my friend nor I took partners. The evening became so disgusting we then and there declared our friends were not our kinds any more so never again did we go in their company. I seldom went to a social gathering without a girl friend but was particular as to the kind I took. I have often wondered why I was called to visit with the High Council and why I was kept a deacon for so long and yet called to this high honor. On one occasion the High Council asked me if I would visit an isolated branch about 35 miles from Vernal over a sandy rough road. I said yes I w could go on horseback. I left early and returned late, visited the Sunday School, spoke a few minutes, then attended Sacrament meeting and spoke again. I arrived home about 6:00 p.m. very happy after traveling 70 miles on horseback, preaching twice and holding and officers meeting. I had many such experiences. I was called on a mission to Tennessee. A poor ignorant boy was kept a deacon until called on a mission and then ordained an Elder by Charles H. Glines in July 1896, at Vernal Uintah Stake Priesthood meeting and President Samuel S. Bennion of Uintah Stake presiding. I was rebaptized in Naples (Merrill) ward July 17, 1896 before going on my mission and a few days before being ordained and Elder. I arrived in Salt Lake City September 9, 1896, and I went through the temple for my endowments on 10 September 1896, ordained a Seventy in the Salt Lake Temple by Apostle George Teasdale and was assigned to the Southern States Mission. Heber J. Grant gave us our instructions concerning our missions. He said, “Brethren, if you are really sick, come home. We don’t want men dying in the mission field”. It was my first visit to the Salt Lake Temple since I attended the dedication in April 6, 1894, at which time President Wilford Woodruff said that Joseph, Hyrum, Brigham, Heber, the Pratt brothers and many others were present on the stand. He also prophesied the persecution against the saints would cease and they would be on equal terms with other people. Later, President Woodruff spoke of the visit to him in the St. George Temple of all the signers of the Declaration of Independence and all previous Presidents of the United States who were dead; Columbus, Martin Luther and 100 others asking to have their Temple work done. But three were rejected; Pres. Van Buren, Pres. Buchanan, and one other (likely Polk). They had so bitterly opposed the church. I would like to relate a story here that happened in 1890: My brother, Sylvester, who died in Mexico a few years before while on a mission, appeared to me in my sleep. I had neglected my duty as a boy. When he appeared I said: “How can you come here when you are dead”? He did not answer; then I saw him as he lay in his casket and his face changed to sorrow. I said to him, “How can you be sad when you are dead”? Then he answered, “I am worried over you”. I am relating this now because it was such a help to me while on my mission. I believed with all my heart it was a vision; I believe it now. I was as ignorant as a wood chuck and as wild as a coyote so I needed strength. I left for my mission in September 11, 1896, by way of the Union Pacific Rail Road. Southern States Mission with President Elias S. Kimball. We left at midnight for Chattanooga, Tennessee. One rough neck said, “I don’t know much about mission work but I know horses”. He became a great debater and died a faithful Latter Day Saint. He spent much time in the Temple, Moses Jorgenson of Logan, Utah. It was there I met Thad Naylor; he later became manager of Studebaker Company of Logan. I arrived on the 15th at Chattanooga, Tennessee. At a Priesthood meeting I was assigned to the Middle Tennessee Conference in Chester County. After two days in Chattanooga and a ride upon Mount Lookout by cable car we went to our places of assignment without a penny as we were to begin our mission without purse or script. I arrived at field of labor Saturday night about 11:00 p.m. the 17th. My first companion was Elder Albert L. Cullimore, a college graduate from Pleasant Grove, Utah. He and Elder John Jacklin of American Fork met us at a small way station. Elder Cullimore took me and Elder Jacklin took Isaac Freeman, a short legged man who had accompanied me from Salt Lake City. It was raining when we arrived. Chester County joins Lewis County where Elders Gibbs and Berry were martyred in 1884. We were taken in homes of the well to do financially and I never went without a meal or bed. We obtained permission to hold three meetings in the Chester County Courthouse and had quite a few present. I was asked to speak at a Branch meeting the day after arriving and talked twenty minutes on repentance and faith After the meeting the President of the Branch said he led a mob for fifteen years against the Elders but finally joined the church because he could not prove a thing against the Church. We labored in Chester and Henderson County and tracked every house in the county. I had a lot of friends and investigators. This was my first experience traveling without purse or script. We told the people how we depended on them for lodging and food but no one invited us home. My companion had been out a year, he said it is warm enough here we can sleep on a bench. I told him I did not think it would look good. I thought we could get entertainment so we went out into the country and obtained lodging, it was not very good and the next night was the same. We visited the north part of the county and were called on by a mob with twelve guns. We were on the porch with folded arms and waited for the signal for them to fire; but it was not given. Then the leader began asking questions and finally decided to let us stay until morning. The next morning we left for the county seat. On going back in three weeks I was asked to speak in a lovely Methodist chapel by the minister to his congregation. I don’t know what I said, but all congratulated me on my sermon. We had many warm friends in the county and city. One merchant fixed a table in his office and said, “Now every time you come to town you come here and we will serve you with lunch and you can use the office to write your letters”, and on Christmas he gave us about ten pounds of fruit and candy. We went to his office for a very long time; finally feeling that it was an imposition we did not go there again and he was angry and hurt. When we were to be transferred we went to say goodbye. There were five Elders, he said, “This reminds me of the Savior and the Apostles. Will you come upstairs and pray with me”, and we did. He prayed and when we stood up he put his arms around me and wept. (Another Version) Elder Taylor and Henry A. Groves and Archibald (I forget the other name) came to change companions. We found friends to take them all in then met next day at Bro. Isaac W. Wash’s store, not a member. When all were there Bro. Wash said, “It reminds me of when the Apostles and Christ met, would you go to my upper room while we pray”? He prayed and what a prayer it was. After we arose, he a leading merchant threw his arms around my neck and wept like a child saying, “Why can’t they leave you here”? When we had come into Henderson, the country seat of Chester County and asked the marshal, Mr. Holder, if we could hold several meetings in the court house, he had told us we could so we made the appointments for a large room. There must have been between 100 and 200 people come but no one invited us home. We got lodging at the home of another merchant and after that we had no trouble getting entertainment. While laboring in the county we stayed at Mr. Arnold Holder’s home. They were old people and as he was cutting timber I offered to help him, I worked two days cutting trees. They would worry all the time we were gone. One day we came to their home and he had just split his foot with the ax cutting the two small toes nearly off. When the Doctor came he said, “I can save the toes”. I said, “You are the Doctor but considering his age and that there is no place like a hospital to go to and in his condition I fear you can’t”. There was no sanitation enough for the operation. So the Doctor bound up the foot and my companion and I sat with him for a week. When the Doctor came and dressed the foot he said, “You were right I can’t save it. Can you help me take the toes off”? I said I could; so off came the toes and part of his foot. We Elders sat with Mr. Holder for another week and the old fellow got along fine. In three weeks we were back in that District. We went into the country and tracted and asked for entertainment from a millionaire bachelor, got it and stayed several days. After that we were taken in homes of the financially well to do and I never went without a bed or a meal. While tracting one day in another part of the country we came to a large log school house so we visited the school trustee and made appointments for four meetings in the school house; one on Saturday night and three on Sunday. Then we spent a week tracting and advertising the meetings. We walked eight miles to town for our mail and stayed all night with friends. The next day we started back another route so as to not cover the same ground. As we were crossing a large open field a voice as plain as can be said, “Don’t hold that meeting tonight”! I was shocked and wondered why. I did not tell my companion for some time and when I did he said, “Yes, I heard it too”. We went into the woods to pray and after words we decided to seek entertainment and explained why we would not hold the meeting. After a while we were taken in and explained to the man. “Well”, he said, “We have plenty of room, and you are welcome to stay and we will go over in the morning”, which we did. On arriving the school board advised us to only hold one meeting for they said, “A large crowd came last night and a drunken mob also. Not finding you here they shot up the house. As you can see the windows were all shot out and the doors are full of bullet holes”. So we decided to only hold our meeting on Sunday morning then a trustee invited us home for dinner and another asked us to stay at his house that night. We accepted both invitations. So we knew the Lord had preserved our lives by telling us not to go and hold that meeting although we did not know why at the time. We were visiting about 8:00 p.m. when a runner came to say the mob would soon be there for the Mormons. Mr. Kane said, “Alright, but tell the mob I invited these men here and they are my guests and if they get to them it will be over my dead body and if I can find out who they are they will go to jail”. The mob did not come. Mr. Kane invited us to go to his church, the Methodist Church, the next Sunday. We did go and the Minister raved and misquoted scripture so after the meeting Mr. Kane told the Minister, “I will give you five dollars to show me in my Bible those four passages of scripture”. The Minister said, “Aren’t you a Methodist”? Mr. Kane said, “Not if that is Methodist doctrine”. Mr. Kane later told me that he knew Mormonism was true but he once fought a man and I may have killed him so I cannot accept it. Although there were a lot of persecutions, we were not injured and every moment was a joy to be a servant of God. My father never went on a mission but for ten years he kept four horses and a light wagon ready at any hour of the day or night to get some authority or authorities from or to the railroad or off somewhere else. Though not a polygamist himself he did it for the church and they would usually come or go after we children were in bed so that we did not know anything if we were questioned. Now the thought came to me that he was also doing missionary work. Sometime later we visited the north part of the county to do some tracting. We finished the district and were going back when a man who was chopping trees hailed us. He asked us if we were Mormons and we said we were. He said, “I am living with a man and wife and we have often wanted to meet you”. They wanted us to stay all night with them and it was sundown so we accepted. We were discussing the gospel after supper when someone at the gate called and the man of the house went out. We heard the caller ask if the Mormons were there and receiving an affirmative answer said, “We have come to get them”. So our host came in; he said nothing but was very pale. My companion and I arose; looked at each other but spoke no word but walked out on the porch folded our arms and waited for them to fire as twelve rifles were pointed at us. The night was clear with a moon and there was some snow on the ground. Then the leader spoke; telling us they had their own religion and don’t want yours. After talking a while they told us we could stay the night without being molested if we would leave in the morning; which we agreed to do. In about two weeks we went there again and were mobbed some. We went to Stokes Barrett and wife, they prepared for six of us eight Elders. Mr. Barrett was a brother-in-law to the Holders. After the six Elders had been with them for two nights and days, Sister Stokes called her husband and showed him the flour bin declaring there was more flour than when we came. I was asked by a Methodist Minister to preach to his congregation in his church which I gladly did and was congratulated on my talk by all the congregation and shook my hand. Elder Albert Cullimore, my companion is shaking with chills. We had no headquarters and had to carry all of our belongings with us. There were two Negroes, a man about forty years of age and his mother. Both were good Latter Day Saints. They had their own home so we decided to stay with them while Elder Cullimore was sick. We stayed a week. He was very sick and I was worried. After his recovery we got word to meet President Young after a conference with President V. Thaddias Taylor. They met us in the country and as Elder Cullimore's clothes were very shabby Pres. Young scared him telling him that if he hadn’t enough faith to get some clothes he better send to the office for some money to get some. Elder Cullimore replied, “I am out preaching the Gospel without purse or script and if need be I shall do it bare headed”. We separated for the nite, Pres. Young with me to stay at a friends and Cullimore with Pres. Taylor, they where to go to town for the mail a distance of 8 miles. That night in a dream I saw people give Bro. Cullimore money. I knew all but one, he sent it by mail. One was a minister who had followed us from place to place opposing us and he said, “Here is money to show I am now your friend”. I saw the price of each article, pants $2.00, hat .90 cents, umbrella .90 cents. Next morning I told Pres. Young my dream. He wasn’t impressed but as we saw Cullimore at a distance I said, “Cullimore has his new things. Don’t say anything, let him tell”. And all was related by him as I had dreamed it exactly. Then Elder Savage visited us, his shirt and some clothes were shabby. On the road one day he met a man on horse back, a stranger who inquired who and what he was doing. Bro. Savage told him and the man gave him ten dollars saying you may need this. Another Elder while on his way to conference 90 miles by foot also met a man on horse back who inquired who he was, also gave the Elder ten dollars. One day while holding a meeting I had holes in my shoes. After meeting people came up and gave me the price of a pair of shoes. So the Lord looks after His servants if they have the faith. I have often wondered why we were taken out of that county. We would soon have had a large branch. I blessed many babies, many were ready for baptism and having lost my diary I could not correspond as I would have liked to do. To send young men out into the world with no experience in meeting people, right off the farms, not too much schooling, to ask for lodging and food and being without a penny. Often we would write five or six letters, not a single stamp, yet we always had enough given to us without asking for stamps to post letters. Nine months in the field I haven’t slept out a nite or lost a meal. Talked 52 times last week. I love this people. (He gave 52 talks) We went to town on Christmas and as we were walking along we heard a lady calling. We went half a block when she caught my arm. She told us to come back to the store and she gave us a large sack of Christmas goodies. Elder Cullimore and I received word from President Elias S. Kimball that a lady in Georgia, a member of the Church whose husband was not a member, had moved to Tennessee about ninety miles from us. She was having trouble about the church and he asked us to visit her. We were also ordered to make a 48 hour fast for a sick Elder. So we started on our fast and also on our trip. To walk ninety miles while fasting took a lot of faith. We arrived Sunday noon still fasting. While talking to the sister she told us she went to an L. D. S. meeting and the Minister asked if any Mormons from that Utah Church were present to please stand up, she stood up being the only one. She had never heard of the re-organized church and she was visited often by the members. She said their Apostle and President of the Seventies had visited her that morning and they said they would like to meet us. So that afternoon they stopped for a drink at the well and she told them we were there and to come in. They said that they could not possibly come in now. She said they had to so they came in and for three hours and we talked. My companion prophesied in the name of Israel’s God that the Saints of Utah would build the Jackson County Temple. They showed us five revelations of Joseph Smith the third, their President. They all said thus saith the Lord if the twelve apostles are willing to do thus and so. In other words the Apostles dictated to the Lord. After the visitors left, I asked the sister who she thought was right and she said, “You hadn’t talked five minutes till I knew they were wrong”. On Monday we started on our return ninety mile journey by going to the north from Chester and we entered Henderson County. Elder Henry A. Grover was my second companion. He had been out from home for twenty-seven months. His home was in Parker, Idaho. A very wonderful fellow, much older than I . We continued tracting, one day soon after we became companions, I said, “It is lunch time”. He said, “Lunch? I haven’t eaten lunch since I came out”. “Well”, I said, “We aren’t out here to starve”. He said, “If you can get it I can eat it”. So I asked at the next house when the lady came to the door. I told her we were L.D.S. missionaries and she told us to come in. They had already eaten so she fixed us a snack. As she had company we asked if we could hold a meeting. She said, “Yes”, so we sang, had prayer and preached. We often held meetings a week. I often wondered if our people back home would do that for other missionaries. I became very sick with no place to go as we had no headquarters. So I walked a hundred yards and then rested under a tree. This lasted several days and it rained all the time. We obtained permission to hold a meeting in a school house. A Reorganized Bishop (Griffith) came and wanted to discuss during the meeting but we told him we would rather hold our meeting then he could hold his. After our meeting we held a discussion then went home with the Bishop for the night. As we continued our tracting I grew worse and I told Elder Grover I could go no further. He asked me what we will we do as we have no placed to go. I told him we could go back to Bishop Griffiths. Elder Grover said, “That he is so bitter he won’t take you in”. “We will try him”, I said. So we went back to Bishop Griffiths and he said, “Yes, I love a Mormon”. I took typhoid fever and he cared for me for twenty-one days; I was delirious most of the time. The twenty second day President Elias Kimball, president of the mission, wrote a letter saying it was better to go home in a box than to go home sick. I remembered Heber J. Grant saying, “If you are really sick come home. We don’t want our men dying in the mission field”. I asked my companion to ask for my release which came with the words, “by request”. Before I took sick he had called a forty-eight hour fast for other sick Elders and also called us to take a ninety mile trip to visit a Sister who was in trouble with the reorganites. So we walked the 90 miles while we fasted arriving Sunday about one o’clock. At four we met at her house for three hours discussion on religion, with Apostle Snow and President Kelley of the First Presidents of the Seventy of the reorganized church or (Josephites). The sister was very happy after the meeting declaring she knew we had the true church. Then I got my release by request, and came home. My companion Elder Henry A. Grover from Parker, Idaho, near St. Anthony, was released to bring me home as far as Price, Utah. I hadn’t had a drink of water for so many days that when we reached Kansas City I gave twenty five cents for a drink. When we got to Price, Utah, I was met by Bart Crockfind, who happened to be in Price, Utah, with a white topped Ludlow carriage with a bed in it for me. It was one hundred twenty-five miles home and I hadn’t eaten or drank water for twenty-three days. When we got to Myten, Utah, Father and Mother met me there. I was bedfast a month after getting home. I had typhoid fever, the terrible disease that took my brother Sylvester on a mission to Old Mexico seven years before. Must I now break my parent’s hearts by dying in Tennessee? This helped me make my decision to come home. When I recovered so I could ride, I left Ashley with Father and Dell for Snake River Valley. I met Uncle Charl (Charles Collett) at Meadowville and he offered me a job of running a mower as he had a large hay contract above Randolph, Utah, on the Bear River. I could not do hard work so I took the job. In about a week he sent me to Bennington, Idaho, my birthplace, for a girl, a Miss Nora Munk, to help his daughter Melissa do the cooking in the hay camp. It was the first time to see my birthplace in twenty two years. After getting Miss Elnora Munk we returned to Meadowville, Utah. The tents were pitched for the girl’s bedroom, one for the kitchen and one for the dining room. Some of the men slept in wagons and some in the open. We started work at 8 a.m. with one hour for lunch and quit at 5 p.m. It took an hour for the mowers to grind two sacks each on a hand turned grind stone. Tow men with pitchforks, one on each side of the wagon, pitched the hay onto the wagon. The hay was piled in small piles so there was only one forkful to a pile. Then a team and rake followed cleaning up the field. The wagon teamsters helped one man unload by pitching onto the stack and two men stacked the hay. Then the haying crew went to Whitney ranch south of Randolph, Utah. The haying lasted three months. We finished the job 15 September 1897. I went down to Uncle Charles, took Nora home and came back for a short time. Then as the nearest way to a man’s heart is through his stomach, Nora won as a fine cook so we began keeping company. As they had a few wild horses some of the fellows came and badgered me to ride one. I roped a nice roan, saddled him and led out in a field and rode him but he bucked straight so it wasn’t hard to stay on him. I turned him into a corral and roped a bay. I had quite a time saddling him, but finally got him into a field, folded the rope and got on, hit him with my hat and away we went. He turned end for end, rolled and twisted. It was the hardest ride I ever took. He finally gave out. That was enough for one day. 1897 I was Christened Charles Collett but at Bennington in 1897 my Uncle with whom I lived there were three (Uncle Charles Collett, his son Charles and myself) of the same name so I assumed my mothers maiden name of Merrill so for more than 40 years I have been know by Charles Merrill Collett. Then I went to Cache County and then on to Salt Lake City to Conference. Father and Dell went on to Snake River Valley, but the water was so expensive to get on the land from the Snake River, small companies could not do it. So years later a large company got the water out on the farms but our family could not wait for so long. After coming back from Conference, Uncle Charl {Charles} moved to Bennington and I stayed with him and logged in the Nounan Mountains which was twenty miles away from Bennington; to get out saw logs. The snow got ten to twelve feet deep in the mountains and we often had to take several days shoveling snow, cutting bows to make a sleigh road across a canyon to saw timber. Uncle Charles and I lodged at the Nounan saw mill. Sometimes it took two days to fill a canyon by shoveling snow and cutting small pines and bows, putting them along the sleigh road then shoveling snow (causing deep hollows to help hold the road so we could cross after it froze). Then repeating the process until the snow was high enough for the sleigh road. Then break road across and let it freeze and the next day a 2,000 foot lumber of logs on a sleigh would cross. Some of these ravines were thirty feet deep, and the pine slumps were twelve feet from the ground. There would be eight or ten men and teams working together. The next year I rode a horse back through there. One would not believe that such a feat could be accomplished. There stood those saw log stumps, ten and twelve feet high, what a waste of timber. We had log cabins for camp, also a place for the horses, but Uncle Charles was determined to go home on Wednesday night and back on Friday, so I suggested that we go Saturday night and come back Sunday night and have Sunday home, he wouldn’t so I quit. Uncle Jim Collett had a lot of hay to bale so I worked for him in Nounan. 1898 Nora and I were married in the Salt Lake Temple 9 March 1898, by John R. Winder at about 11:30 a.m. We left by train for Price and from there to Vernal, Utah. I had a marvelous experience on the day of our marriage; as I went to the veil the man I had been doing the work for went through the veil ahead of me. He turned and smiled his thanks. He was tall with dark auburn hair. I shall never forget that experience. In 1898, shortly after married, there was no work so Will Spiers and I found work for B.V.Q. (?) Ranch in Wyoming. Grubbing brush for .75 cents a day; which was ten hours long. Then in the hay for $1.25 for a ten hour day driving three yoke of oxen; two were wild the other a runaway, on a hay wagon. The wild ones were not unyoked but the other four had to be yoked. Every morning I would take the wheat yoke it was very large and heavy. I put the yoke on my right shoulder with the bow out, face west and say, “Come under Duke,” and the left ox would come under the yoke. I would then put the bow straddle on his neck put it through the holes in the yoke then put the key though the bow to hold it on. Then I would turn around facing the other way, call Tyde and when he came under I would proceed as before until all were yoked then put a rope on the outlaw hitch on the wagon and off for the hay. Since this oxen experience 20 years have past. The World War I is over, men are diminishing and solders are taking the jobs. Our boarding house isn’t modern. A soldier has taken my partners job and one may soon have mine. So we must be looking for another pasture. I sheared sheep in April then we left by team for Bennington. I traded 10 acres of school land for a team and wagon. I had a harness; R.S. owed me $80.00 I had left with him when I left for my mission. I never got it back. After getting to Bennington, Idaho, I rented Andrew Nielsen’s house for the summer as he had gone on his farm. My sister Princetta and husband Al Bills and George his brother also a cousin, Maggie Douglas, came from Vernal with us. We men left for Snake River Valley to look for farms. I liked it very much but they didn’t and after getting home they returned to Vernal. They decided to go to Meeker, Colorado, and became well off but later went in for pure bred stock and lost everything. The next summer I couldn’t get work, I rode and rode and finally got work on the B Q Ranch in Wyoming for .75 cents for a ten hour day and board. The board consisted of corn beef, bread and coffee; after working a month, having started at $1.25 for a ten hour day. There were three hay camps, and six mowers to a camp. A band of wild horses was corralled, lassoed and hitched to a mower or rake and turned to the field with teamsters running in every direction. They were all corralled at night and fed. I was given a hay rake and team. We had to cross Bear River Bridge and two planks were much shorter than the others. When the rake wheel hit that hole I lit between the horses but they couldn’t move so I got back on, listed the wheel out and away we went. The next day I was given a mower and the next put to stacking, then behind a hay loader. In a few days I was asked if I could drive oxen, so I was given three yoke of oxen, the lead was a runaway, had to keep a rope on his horns, the swing were wild steers. The reason I was changed so much was when they started haying they had been boarding about 300 tramps at different times, so as to have plenty of men to start haying but they soon began to go, they didn’t want to work but they left their lice. They had been sleeping in the hay barn. The lice ran up the door and everywhere. My partner and I tried to keep clear of it all. I got along fine until one day the main boss came out in the field on a horse with a sixshooter and black whip. He came up to me and said, “You have got to trot this team”, he then hit them with his whip. I threw the rope in the air and let them run. He rode off and I quit. Remember the team was three yoke of oxen. We went west to Picksley’s ranch and got a job, the boss gave me the job of running the punkin wagon as it was called. They had a man rake the field over after the hay crew and I was to haul in the bunches or leavings of the regular haulers. My health was poor so that was the reason they gave me a job. They were L. S. D. people and a fine bunch. My partner quit and so did I. It was a foolish thing to do; I went home got a job from father’s brother Jim, bailing hay all fall. Nora and I stayed in Bennington when Princetta and the others went to Meeker, Colorado. I spent much time in church work. I was sustained Sunday School and religion class teacher in the Bennington ward. Later I was chosen 1st counselor to Heber C. Keetch in religion classes of the old Bear Lake Stake. At that time the Bear Lake Stake included Gentile Valley, Soda Springs, Star Valley, Randolph and Woodruff. With snow often 4 feet deep only sleighs were used and turnout places were made so a team coming from the opposite direction would turn out and wait until you passed. Often toward spring the road would be much worse but we were all happy. Our oldest daughter was born in Bennington, Bear Lake, Idaho, 8 December 1898. She was born one mile north of where I was born. The summer of 1898 was tough. I had been riding the country for work until I got that job at the B Q Ranch. I got one room from my wife’s parents to live in and that was where Viola was born. 1899 In the spring of 1899 I began contracting shearing sheep, which I did for forty years. Nora went along with me and cooked for shearers and hay crews for man years. She was known all over as an excellent cook. I took my team over to Nounan, Idaho and turned them on the foot hills they came to water every day. Then while home for Sunday Walt Lewis stole them (the team) and sold them in Cache Valley but I could not prove it. The next summer I again went to Snake River Valley to homestead a farm but found that only companies could get water out of Snake River. Al Bills went with me. There were a few people in Idaho Falls, then called Eagle Rock, and a few families in Blackfoot, Idaho. I had rented a house in the spring so my sister Princetta Collett Bills stayed with Nora while we were gone. In 1899 I hired out to move sheep camp and cook for Tim Kinney from Rock Springs. We went with the sheep to the Red Desert in Wyoming. The winter was mild so I did not move camp only to help bring each heard into the central ranch to be graded. All poor weak sheep were taken out of each herd and sent to feed. All hands were Mexicans except one white man and myself. But the Mexicans were nice fellows, also very clean in person and around the camp. Mr. Kinney, who was a millionaire, helped us build corrals for separating the sheep. He also made us sit down while he cooked the meals. A very fine fellow, he was also a banker and merchant. But after twenty two herds were graded he wanted to keep the Mexicans so let us fellows out. In 1899 I went to the Bromide Copper Mine in Colorado. It was one hundred miles in isolation and a lovely place to work. The solid rock walls were a smooth as a house well and eight feet apart. The ventilation was good so it was a cool and nice place to work being clean, safe and good air. A solid vein of cooper being assessed at 35% hung down in the middle of the vein. We would shoot the waste rock from each side of the copper leaving a vein of copper hanging down about six feet and eighteen inches thick. After cleaning out the rock and dirt we shot the ore and it was sure clean from rock and dirt. The vein was 150 feet down and ore ran from the top to the 150 foot level. A level was run at 250 feet. After a shaft was sunk then heavy doors were fixed to close the shaft every 50 feet for protection. The next day I was assigned to the third level, a 500 foot drift and the air was poor. The boss was going with me and when we left the shaft I noticed a rock in the ceiling about four by four feet square. I told him I didn’t like the looks of it but he said that it was okay. But the next morning it was down and with it a ton of dirt. The mine was only a prospect so it was abandoned. After working two months the foreman asked me if I would work alone on a night shift in a 250 foot shaft which was reached by a straight ladder. I had just come off day shift but I went on shift at 7 p. m. I drilled three three foot holes and two two foot holes and loaded them. I cut the fuses too short for the distance I had to climb and as I was climbing fast my foot missed the round and I came down full length on my arms. I held on and just barley threw down the doors at the fifty foot level when the shots began going off. I was so weak from fear I could hardly go on up. The next day the cook quit, so I took over cooking for twelve men and stayed cook for three months. Then we all went back to Vernal, Utah, as the mine closed and the company went broke. I stayed in Vernal with my parents a few days then I returned home to Bennington and got ready for shearing. I bought an old broken down mare and two three year old colts and rigged up an old buckboard. I drove the mare in the buckboard and led the colts till I got to Henry’s Fork then put one colt with the mare for half a day each. The third day I put the two colts together and led the mare. I had a heavy rope on her so if the colts got going too fast she would hold them back because she could only go so fast and the only brake I had and in this way I reached home okay. In the spring I began contracting shearing sheep which I did for many years. Nora went along with me and cooked for the shearers and hay crews for many years. She was known all over as an excellent cook. I have sheared sheep in Utah, Wyoming, Idaho, Nevada and Montana. I never learned to shear with the machines. My best record was doing 105 head with blades in four hours. Shearing is hard work, taking 250 clips and 1,200 pounds of pressure besides catching and holding the sheep. I also farmed in Utah and Idaho. I jobbed around at what I could get. I bought a small house and lot for $300. 1901 I spent to next winter getting out wood from the canyon. I worked alone, leaving home at daybreak and getting home late in snow waist deep. While I was working for Uncle Jim Collett in Nounan, I turned my team on the foot hills; they came to water every day. Then while home for Sunday someone stole them and sold them in Cache Valley. I didn’t ever get anything for them. The spring of 1901 I took my other team over on Thomas Fork shearing. Nora again did the cooking for the shearers. The horses were in sight every day. Then the night before finishing up shearing my team disappeared. I hunted for weeks but never found them. I think (Rocky Sloney ?) the guilty. I had left two beautiful bay Hamiltonians colts just broke, in the field one got out the night before and never was seen after. (I think it was gypsies going through the country). Well 5 head of horses in two years was a tough loss. In the spring of 1901 Edgar Munk and I were putting up ice, each had a team and a sleigh. I was hurrying to get ready one morning when splitting stove wood. I cut my hand with the ax cutting through the joint and cord from the third finger to just above the first knuckle, splitting the knuckle of the second finger and severing the cord. Not knowing how badly it was cut I worked all day. At night I had a mat on the floor as my hand still bled. My wife’s sister stayed all night with us, she was about fifteen years of age then. About 5:00 a.m. I awoke and could hardly breathe. I called Nora and she got up and finally got me into a small rocking chair, but I immediately fainted, falling off the chair. Amy was sent to a neighbors and the snow was deep. She told them what had happened and asked him to drive five miles to Montpelier, in a sleigh to get Dr. Hoover. When the Dr. came he looked at the wound and said that he must take the middle finger off. There was only a little skin holding it, the joint water was gone and the cord severed and it would always stick straight out. I asked him to try and save it. He said he couldn’t give me anything as I had lost too much blood. He asked if I could stand it and I asked if he had any brandy. He gave me a small glass of brandy and ran an instrument up in my hand, found the cord, and pulled it down and held it. Then he got the other cord and sewed it together and said the joint water is gone. He sewed the wound and bound it up. He had given me nearly half a pint of brandy. I fainted five times during the day. He put a shingle on my palm when he bound it all up. After he was gone I anointed my hand and prayed God to bless it. He did and it is as good as before, no stiffness. Thank God for that blessing. I continued to do the janitor work in the church and school house. There was much wood to be sawed. On the 5th of April 1901, our second daughter was born and we named her Lois Marcella. She had dark hair and eyes like Viola. Viola became jealous and went to her grandmother Munk’s house to stay. My father-in-law got stomach cancer and stayed with Nora and I for a while. Then he got so bad we carried him home on a steel couch. It was only two blocks and in a few days he died. Nora’s father (Lewis Peter Munk) passed away when Marcella was a little over a month old. (He passed away on 1 May 1901) Shortly afterwards I went shearing again. Wages were small $40.00 a month or $1.50 per day. In June 1901 President George Q. Cannon, first counselor to President Snow and eligible for the Presidency at President Snow’s death, and a much younger man, came to Conference. He said at that June Conference, that he would not live to be President of this church. He died before President Snow. In February 1901 the squirrels had been so bad for years in the Bear Lake Valley, Star Valley, Soda Springs and Bancroft, that dry farming was not tried. President Lorenzo Snow, who had only been President for two years, came to Bear Lake for Conference. The frost was as bad as the squirrels, and President Snow said, “If you people will pay your tithing and offering, this squirrel pest will cease and the climate conditions will improve”. This was literally fulfilled. That spring the squirrels died everywhere in the hills and valley and the climate is so much milder that we only have a foot of snow instead of 4 feet. Yet I failed to take advantage of the promise and failed to get the land. I continued my church work. Bear Lake is a lovely blue lake in the tops of the mountains. It is twenty-four miles long and eight miles wide. A buck deer once swam from the east to the west shore, he was all in when he reached shore and an eight mile swim is farther than I would think one could do. 1902 The first real test of dry farming was made by John Quayle. He hired five of us Bennington fellows and teams with hand plows about October 1902, the weather was fine but on November 4th it snowed and never hardly let up until four feet had fallen so the plowing stopped. All of those fellows have left this land of toil. In fact all who knew anything of what I am writing are gone, so I don’t have anyone to ask for help. I must write as I remember it and how it has been told to me over the years – be it right or wrong. I sold my lot and house, bought 13 cows and heifers, a team and went to Smithfield, Cache County, in November of the year 1902. Rented land and bought a home. We had a good start but without experience; and I listened to my uncles who scared me to death about hard winters. I could have done fine had I used my own judgment, but I sold them at a sacrifice and lost out. 1903 – 1914 In 1904 I was elected school trustee of District 12 and served until 1908. I also was one of the building committee members in charge of remodeling the ward meeting house. I went back to Bennington bought a 160 acre farm above town and had fair crops, but had three horses stolen so we had a hard time of it. In 1904 or 1905 bought Andrew Nielsen’s home that he got from P. O. Hansen after Mrs. Hansen died (Ane Kirstine Hansen died on 30 October 1904) (Peter Olsen and Ane Kirstine Hansen are Nora’s grandparents). I still owned the original 160 acres of land. We then moved into Nora’s mother’s home to take care of their chores and the cream they were buying to make butter. We made from 50 lbs to 100 lbs of butter and sold it. Mrs. Munk (Nora’s mother), Edger, Lester and Amy went to Logan for the winter so the boys could go to school at the A. C. College. We burned wood those days so I would go up on the mountainside and cut dry trees, run them down the mountain, load three large trees full length and trimmed, put them on one bobsled and get home about dark after leaving home at daylight. Then we sawed them up in stove lengths. We got warm twice, once cutting the trees out and once sawing them up. But we were very happy. In 1906 I rented a farm from Fred Kisan, he had just bought it. I gave $150.00 cash rent. Had a lovely crop of wheat but prices were only .60 cents a bushel for lovely wheat. Fred and Ed Munk went to California for the winter. We bought two binders, my brother Clarence ran one and I the other. We did custom work and then sold the binders. Sold out at a good profit. One winter, I think it was 1905, I left home at daylight and worked all day getting out Mahogany and I would get home after dark. I sold the wood for $1.50 so my team and I worked ten hours in the snow up to my waist for .15 cents an hour and paid for feed ourselves. I was alone in the mountains and any little thing could have happened and in four feet of snow one would not last long. I feel God protects us many times when we don’t realize and appreciate his watching over us. I moved a log house off the farm to town for a granary and an eight by 40 foot barn for hay and animals. I moved it into town. Rented a one hundred acre dry farm and had a fine crop. I contracted sheep shearing for many years. I sold my place of $2,500 and gave $700 for it. My crop froze and we clung on for three years; then sold out. I was active in the church, a home missionary traveling with the High Council and a board member in the Stake religion class of Benson Stake. Pres. of the Smithfield Ward Y.M.M.I.A. and took part in ward operas for 6 years. Ordained a Seventy, President of the 17th quorum. Other members were Rue Miles, William Hillyerd, James Roskeley, John Plowman and Dr. R. T. Merrill. I was ordained by J. Golden Kimball November 12, 1912 at Richmond, Utah, Benson Stake. George Miles was secretary. One year later was chosen Pres. of 178 quorum of seventy. Sylvester Lowe, John H. Petersen, Peter Hansen, William Cantwell, Frank Winn, Marion Roskelley, Chas. M. Collett. In 1907 we went back to Smithfield, Utah. Bought 26 acres of land that was fine for beets, potatoes or hay and lived in a two room cabin. We did well for several years. I then sold my 26 acres and bought 22 acres on the highway. The pea canning company is on the land now. I had rented 30 acres of hay and grain land from Henry McCracken for $800.00 cash. Had a lovely first crop of alfalfa. I had just built a beautiful barn for 30 cows but only had 13 at the time so the barn was filled with hay. The grain, 13 acres, was ready to harvest the 2nd crop of 20 acres of alfalfa was ready to cut, ten acres of wheat, 3 acres of oats and 9 acres of potatoes in full bloom. I was up town hauling gravel from a basement and as I unloaded I heard a terrible roaring noise and looked northwest and saw the blackest cloud. I ran my team six blocks, dropped the tugs and neck yoke and drove the team into the barn when the cyclone of wind and hail struck. In thirty minutes we could not see where anything or part of a crop had been. It cost the city and people $5,000 for glass alone. I had done fairly well and was happy until this hail storm broke me. It took a wonderful crop in twenty minutes. Twenty acres of hay which was ready to cut, ten acres of wheat which was ready to harvest, three acres of oats and nine acres of potatoes. There wasn’t a thing left standing; a complete loss. I nearly went mad. At one time I had been irrigating the farm and hit the back of my leg on a stake in the ground. As usual it bled on the inside and became very swollen and red. We had to keep packs on it and I could not stand. Viola and Farrell did the milking, Viola doing the most. One night some dogs got in and killed all the sheep, it was a great loss. Then I got buck shot in my eyes when killing an animal for the butcher shop and was laid up. I was also operating a butcher shop and I tried to catch a mutton, it swung me and broke my knee cap on a post. While on crutches the dogs got in the corral and killed 28 muttons. I was laid up for weeks with this injury, because I bleed on the inside and my leg was as big around as a log. I lost $200.00 in meat. After the hail had completely taken the crops and my injury, the banker came to the house and as he would not come in, I went out on crutches. He said, “Well, Charley you have been hard hit. If you will give me a mortgage on your place for what you owe I will give you eighteen months more time”. I had taken so much bad luck I was nearly out of my mind. So I said, “If you will cancel all of my papers you now have and take a mortgage for payment I will do it”. He said, “I will, but I have to go to Bear Lake at daylight but the cashier will attend to it. But he would not fill out the mortgage. We must sign the papers to be filled out”. I refused and for a few days parleyed but finally signed blank paper; I had known him for years and trusted him. He made out the papers for three months instead of eighteen and I was turned out of the home in November with a wife and five children. He never cancelled a paper. I didn’t dare go to see him as I was afraid I would kill him. We had only our clothes but a friend rented two rooms to us. I got a job weighing beets for two months and the snow was eighteen inches deep. War had broken out in Europe. I rented a large three story house with large rooms and we filled them with 2nd hand beds. My wife and I had a bed but we dumped carpet rags on the floor for the children’s beds; do you know what heartache is? Disheartened and broken I went back to Idaho, renting a farm only to have crops again destroyed by storm. Then I rented another farm to get the same results, hail again. 1914 In 1914 George W. Merrill and I began buying cattle off the range or range cattle. We never paid more than $20.00 for top stuff and sold them to the Sugar Factory at Lewiston, Utah, by weight. We went into Eastern Idaho and Northern Utah. It was a very rainy wet fall. 1917-1918 That is when we went into the hotel business. I got food fixed, three large tables in the large dinning room and went out for customers. So in 1917 Mary operated a boarding house in Smithfield. There were 19 men from Twin Falls and Burley, Idaho came with a Mr. Brown as foreman to work on the Amalga Sugar Factory built 3 miles west of Smithfield across Bear River over which I built the water system pipe line carrying the water from a spring near Smithfield to the factory. The Amalga sugar factory has long been abandoned but the world’s largest cheese factory still uses the water from that saw pipe we put in. These 19 men carried their lunches and as the government ordered an open public house Mary was compelled to give any one board who wanted it. Often we had seven to a room. It was difficult as rationing as everything was ordered, substitute flour, sugar in very small envelopes for each person. All sugar allotment from the government. The first opening day was 11 linemen men from the Utah Power and Light Company stayed 10 days. On the 3rd day 9 telephone employees stayed 10 days. Often Mary had from 40 to 45 men for dinner, besides the lunches. The phone rang at 2am one morning and a voice said we got to eat. It was the Electric light foreman. They had been out all nite and in a fearful storm. So Mr. Collett rushed to the kitchen cooked ham, eggs, coffee and bread, butter and fruit for 11 night hawks nearly frozen. They were very happy for it. Then another night Mary was out and a man and family from Montana, 8 in all, wanted room and board for the nite so C. M. rushed supper for them Another time a woman came for a room. We had a small room which she took. Toward morning Mr. Collett heard some one in the kitchen, he slipped in without turning the light on and found the woman gathering up all the silverware. He grabbed her by the neck and trotted her out. Mr. Collett was not home nights as he was operating the U.I.C.R.R. substation across the street and also as Deputy Sheriff of Cache County for three years. A peculiar thing happened in July 1918 while running the hotel in Smithfield, Utah. The Utah Idaho Railroad ran on Main Street and across the street from the hotel the U.I.C. substation was located. The two operators stayed with us and the shifts were twelve hours. On 1 July 1918, the day operator came to lunch and he said, “I am quitting I am taking the one o’clock car out”. I said, “Surely you wouldn’t quit and leave the machinery running”? “I sure will, I gave them ten days notice and they haven’t sent a man to take my place so I am quitting”. I watched him go then went over to the station and called Ogden. I said, “Mr. Shaver”. He said, “Yes”. “Your operator, Mr. Thomson has taken the car and quit. There is no one here to operate the substation so I am taking over”. He said, “OK” so I took over. I did not see Mr. Shaver for a year, then one afternoon two men walked into the station which was against the rules as it was during World War I. So I followed them as they walked through the station, then one said, “I am Shaver”. It was our first meeting although I had worked for him for a year. I worked another year without seeing him again. The station had lightening arrestors and in a storm a blaze of fire a foot wide and three feet high would rise above the building and play over the floor on the waste carbon. It was rather spooky. Then if a line went out I called Ogden giving the exact time then changed lines again. When a breaker went out the time had to be reported to the second, some times it would go out six times in thirty minutes, depending on the motorman switching his motor over too hard. One night I got a call to stop a motorman as an agent gave two cars the same time and there would be a head-on. But it passed before I could signal but I phoned and had it stopped at the next station so saved a wreck. I took a contract to put a water line across Bear River to the Almalga Sugar Factory. I hired three helpers. We first made a boat with a pile driver built at one end of the boat. Then we got a line from shore to shore and used the pile driver to drive posts every 14 feet and two feet apart to which cross pieces were nailed sticking out two feet beyond the posts. Then we put the steel pipe one at a time on the boat. This pipe was 16 feet long and 8 inches in diameter. After getting the boat with the pipe on over so each end would reach each cross bar it was rolled on them, then another was brought to the next panel until they reached across the river. The water was about 5 feet deep, very clear and about 128 feet across. After all was ready the pipes were screwed together; being about a foot from the water. All was ready, we got four block and tackle to lower the pipe to the water, quite a feat but alas the steel pipe would not sink, so we must proceed to fill them with water in order to sink them. After being sunk and settled firmly against the posts and on the river bed, so far so good. But those posts must be cut off one foot above the pipe so the posts would hold the pipe in place. So a diving we must go in December 1917/1918. So with saw and ax under we go and cut posts off four feet under water. After it was finished the water turned in stuck the pipe water so it had to be drained enough to start the flow and it has been flowing ever since; now for 58 years and still O. K. My first engineering feat without any advice or instruction. I obtained a job as an operator of the Smithfield Electric Substation for the U.I.C. Electric Railway; 42,000 direct volts of Utah Power were used to generate 3,000 direct volts for the rails and cable. Often when heavy trains were on the line three machines were needed at other times two or one. Yet a motorman with only one car could throw out a breaker. The Utah Power Company had two main lines to the building. so if a line was knocked out of commission the operator could change lines. But he must first call Ogden then carefully designate the line in use and the line to be transferred being a very exact task. The second of transfer this is to prevent someone on the lines working having an accident. It usually occurred at night in a severe storm. I was chosen 1st counselor to Bishop Lorenzo Toolson in Smithfield 2nd ward, of Benson Stake. Alma Merrill of Richmond, Utah, was Stake President. I was set apart by James E. Talmage. 1918-1919 Flu Epidemic In February and March of 1919 the flu broke out in an epidemic. In Smithfield, Utah, two hundred and fifty cases at one time. Everyone wore masks but it still seemed to spread. As I was the only member of the Bishopric who had had the flu it fell to me as Bishop Toolson’s first counselor to visit the sick and hold funerals. I worked 12 hour shifts at the U.I.C. substation during the rest of my days and nights I spent, for two months, with patients holding 1 to 3 funerals a weeks. There were three families in a row; as I went into each home. One had just come down with the flu and there were several members in each family. I told each one of them to get water by their bed and prepare all they could because in the morning you will all be down. The next morning when I got off shift about 7:00 a.m. I made my visits. I found all of them down sick so I had to find nurses. If people had taken council there would not have been so many deaths, people felt so good on the fourth day that they got up but their hearts had become so weakened by the disease that many died. It was a terrible two months every place. I went to my cousin’s one morning; she and all her family and husband were down in bed. I went home and went to bed at 2:00 p.m. and she asked her mother, who was with her, to call me. I went down, it was a beautiful day. She asked me if it was a sin to want to die. I said that I didn’t know. Just then her brother, Dr. Ralph Merrill came. He sat on the bed and wept. She said, “Don’t cry brother, if you only knew. In a short time he left. Her mother came in from the kitchen and asked me to come in the other room. I crossed the hall closing both doors. Aunt Matilda, who had always been very skeptical about supernatural things said, “Charley, I wouldn’t tell this to anyone else but you”. But she said, “Pap was just here, he stood by the window, he waved his hand and then went around the house”. After talking a few minutes I returned to Allie’s room and she said, “Pap was just here”. I said, “How did he get in”? She said, “Through the window”, for the lower half had been taken out. She said, “He stood at the foot of the bed and I said Pap take me with you”. He said, “I can’t Alice, you must suffer a while yet”. It was a beautiful clear day. All of the family called him Pap and he had been dead for years. Allie only lived a day or two. The experiences of the 1918-1919 flu reminded me of something that happened many years ago in Bear Lake. A Brother Lee died and not having a mortician in the county, I helped prepare him for burial. One night later my wife’s grandfather was sick so her father and I sat up with him. At 12 o’ clock midnight, he got out of a chair and went outdoors as there were no inside bathrooms. He came in and sat in his chair as he could not lie down, and in an hour he was dead. So I have had considerable experience with deceased persons. NOTE: Grandma Collett’s father Lewis Munk died in 1901 and her grandpa Jens Ipsen died in 1904 and her grandpa Peter Olsen Hansen died in 1905 – so I don’t know who sat up with grandpa Collett. I assume the grandpa that died was Grandpa Hansen because he lived in Bennington. 1920 The last Sunday in April 1920 I was asked to speak in the Smithfield 2nd ward being prompted by the Holy Spirit I said, Ye Elders of Israel, cease buying this high priced land, the crops of 1920 will be good but after that they will fail. Prices will go down and conditions will be terrible”. (And in 1923/24/25 beets that had yielded 17/20/25 tons per acre before only yielded from 2 ½ to 5 tons in these years. Banks failed, mortgages were closed by the thousands and land valued dropped from 800 – 500 dollar per acre to 100 – 125 dollars per acre.) 1921 A man has offered a fine proposition in Idaho having rented a cattle and grain ranch in Bear Lake Valley. It seemed to be a good offer and although we all hated to go it seemed the best thing to do. But the weather man followed me; we lost two more years of crops through hail. We are in Bear Lake with heavy hearts for the same old destruction of crops by storm. Oh God, what have I done that failure follows me? For three years good crops and destroyed after grown. I got kicked by a horse and was in the hospital a month. Then in 1921 we went to Nampa, Idaho, and I worked in a Carnation creamery for a month, then box maker then got a job on the Railroad on the Pacific Fruit Express. Worked all day in the heat, came home and ate supper. A fellow came to the house as we were eating supper. I had just got home from work. He said, “I have been told you are a box maker”. I said, “Yes”, and he said that they had a rush order for 1,200 boxes and asked if I could start now? I said, “Yes”. At about 7:00 p.m. I started to work. I worked until 11:00 a.m., went home, slept four hours, then went back at 4:00 p.m. and worked until noon. I worked three sixteen hour shifts and we got out 1,200 milk boxes. Then I was hired steady making milk cartons. I worked two weeks and was offered a job on the railroad icing P.F.E. refrigerator cars. Worked two weeks in Nampa and was then sent to Powerville (North Power or Black Powder), Oregon, to ice cars. Stayed a month and then was transferred back to Nampa. I went back to Georgetown, Idaho, to buy a farm. The guy backed out so I was out of a job again. My daughter, Viola and her husband Harold Tippetts (Harold and Viola where married in 1921) came from Georgetown, Idaho, and wanted me to go in partners with him to buy his father’s farm, as he had moved to Salt Lake City, Utah. It was a three hundred and twenty acre farm with combine tractor, thirty head of horses, thirty head of cows and a crop already to harvest, for $8,000 on time payments. So we went with them and sent for the boys later. After harvesting, bailing the ready hay to ship a merchant in Montpelier told us not to ship a thing as he had a crop mortgage on it. So Harold quit and went on the railroad, I was left again holding the sack as Mr. Tippets (Harrison Plummer Tippets) refused to let us have the place and we got nothing for harvesting. Winter was coming on and again no job or anything to live on. I killed a hog and a baby beef and shipped to the (Harrison) Tippets in Salt Lake City. Did not charge him a cent. He had a vacant house so we moved in. He also had forty head of stock and no one to feed them as it was a mile out of town so I agreed to feed them for the rent on the house. 1922 In the spring of 1922 we moved to Montpelier and again worked for the railroad, this time for the bridge gang. After eight months I got hurt with a pick and spent three months in the hospital. We had a large house across the street from the hospital so Nora took in boarders. My room was next to the street and every time my light went on she nearly died with fright for fear I was worse. My poor wife, she is slaving and working for no one thinks I can live. Why does she stay with a failure to suffer and to slave? Bear Lake Valley has been a hell yet we go back for more. 1923 In February 1923 I walk forbidden from the hospital. After I got out of the hospital the railroad would not hire me again because of my blood condition. I am still with an open wound but I go up Georgetown Canyon and live alone in a sheep camp and blast gravel for the county. I got along fine, it was so cold but I got well. We then rented a nice modern hotel in Montpelier called the Hunter House. It had fifteen rooms and we had good patrons for three years. We served meals but as usual we began to have too many free boarders. I worked so was not home much. Still owned our home in Bennington and as the P.W.A. would not let me on to get a card I had to do any kind of work. I topped beets, picked spuds in Snake River Valley. Then as they were to put city water in Bennington homes as a P.W.A. project and I had a home they couldn’t prevent me from working. I got $40.00 a month and lived in my house. All our furniture was in Salt Lake City so I slept on a steel couch with carpet rages for a mattress and two quilts over me. The weather was 45 degrees below zero and poor firewood. We had many severe blizzards that winter but we worked every day except Sunday. I had a peculiar dream. A friend of Father and Mother died with whom I had been very close. A week after the burial I dreamed she stood by my bed not in white but common clothes. She said, “I wish my children would be reconciled by my death. I have been assigned to work here but I can’t do it unless they are reconciled”. I promised to talk to them but my courage failed, but three nites later she came again. She repeated what she had said before except she said especially she was the one who carried on worse. So I talked to the family they became reconciled. I was carried away to Canada (again) at another time. I saw people at the church so I went in sliding in the center of the auditorium. As I sat I noticed a large drape half across the wall back of the pulpit 8 feet from the floor. A man in Temple ordinance workers clothes held the drapes together. As the casket was brought in the lady whose body was in the casket walked between the casket and mourners dressed in ordinary clothes. When the casket rested the lady ascended to the curtain. The curtain was drawn away, also the man had disappeared and a number of people arose in the apparent balcony and embraced her with joy. The two audiences remained during the entire services; after which all disappeared but the lady. She within ten feet of me and said I am glad you came; we were very well acquainted in the spirit world. She then left. A man’s spirit came and said he would show me some buildings not of this world, he did and they were beautiful (on the other side of the veil). My interpretation of both dreams is that if we mourn too excessively at ones death it prevents them from carrying on over there. The second is that they enter into happiness, their friends so happy they have come back. A certain man beat me out of $6,000.00 I swore never to forgive him. Then one nite my wife had gone away for a visit to Idaho. In the middle of the nite I saw this man his misery was terrible. A voice continued saying, “You must forgive him”. I turned on the bed light it was 2:30 a.m. I got out of bed kneeled down and asked God to forgive him and help me to forgive him. When I arose I was free from any ill will and I am very happy still. Began work in the Church, our new ward Montpelier 2nd. I was a Sunday school teacher also the Genealogical leader and visiting with the High Council, also a class leader in the YMMIA. Marcella worked for the Railroad, Farrell and Ruth in school, Raeo is also in school. My wife had to quit serving so we spent four years on ranches and two years on the Wyoming Desert, eight men froze to death. I have often wondered, oh, poor Nora, why does she stay with a poor failure to suffer and slave as she has done. She has worked all her life so hard. 1924 – 1925 The winter of 1924 – 1925 I spent in 6th Ward in Provo with my boys who were at school. In 1925 Marcella got a call for the missionfield. She went to the Western States mission. Farrell in high school also Lewis Munk in high school staying with us. 1926 In 1926 I had to go on the Wyoming desert with sheep. I drove a team on a sheep camp over the Green River on a cable bridge without railing, fifty feet above water and only 18 inches on the outside of the wheel. The bridge rolled nearly up to the neck yoke as the weight of the wagon pushed the bridge down. I had a team one weighed 1790 the other 1800 and it was 50 feet to the water. I was scared but that team was as careful as a man and they seemed they could pull anything. We camped one nite on white mountain; a beautiful day so I decided to go to Rock Springs for the snow had blown off the hiway. He (?) came again just as we had gone over a large hill wanting us to change to Green River but it was too late. The snow fell 18 inches deep on the range so I had to take the hind wheels off the commissary wagon; which had 25 hundred pounds of oats on it, and drag the axle on the ground to make a trail for the sheep to follow. I went as far as I figured the sheep could go by noon. Then I went back for the camp would get dinner then repeat the above in the afternoon; doing this for five days straight. Eight herders froze and some tourists. A man and woman left their car and found a small spot with brush but apparently couldn’t make a fire, both died. The sage was 8 feet high and blanketed the horses. Then cut sage for wood, the sheep and horses did not leave the sage for 3 days and nights the wind was fierce. After it cleared up we sorted everything out and found only two sheep had died. 1927 In 1927 we bought the old home in Bennington, Idaho, and stayed there some years. Raeo went to High School in Montpelier, Farrell in Provo at the BYU, Ruth home with us. We had a school teacher, Edna Sawyer, board with us. Viola and Harold were in Salt Lake City. I was one of the building committee for remodeling the ward meeting house. Then in 1940 a new ward house was built and I worked all through from the foundation to the roof. I did all the painting except for one day. Two of us put in all of the rustic work. I have only been inside once since it was finished. Nora was at Mumford’s for a few days and Raeo took smallpox. I put him in one room while I stayed in another and fixed his meals. Then Nora came home and she got the smallpox, however, she had a light case. Nora and the boys and I worked seven years or summers on the Mumford ranch in Raymond, Idaho. In 1927 I again went with sheep. We were at or near Carson, Wyoming. On November 18, 1927, it began to snow, and for 3 days kept up until 18 inches of snow was on the ground. We had to wait for the boss, when he came he said go to Opal. If we had our own way we would have gone for mail (?), going back to camp. When I got on top of the mountain it was clouding up and knowing how quickly storms come up in Wyoming I rode very fast and when I got to camp the herder had the sheep at camp. It was snowing. He said I have found a 3 acre of large sage, I will take the horses and sheep down there and you get supper. The next morning the dog tent was full of snow and it was snowing and blowing. The herder said, “I will get the horses, you get breakfast”. So after we ate he walked, I drove down the mountain. Nora and I got $6.50 a day and board and room in the hay field and cooking and I ran a mower, but also cared for the meat by hanging it out at night, up high, then at daylight cut meat for dinner. Then roll the other meat in canvas and put it in the commissary to keep cool, we never lost any. I helped at breakfast, also noon and night with the meals. In 1927 I had tipped Harold’s truck over with 45 ten gallons of cream in about the same place on account of a storm. Two tramps riding on the cans were thrown into the barrow pit. They were too scared to ride further with us so left us. It cost $20.00 to have the cab fixed and hurt Harold’s neck. It still hurts him to this day. (I found these next couple of paragraphs both in 1927 and 1936) Marcella had returned from her mission and started to work at the Genealogical Society of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints. So we moved there by her in the Madsen apartments. We rented a six room apartment and took in borders. I stayed in Bennington to assist in putting in the town water project, the snow was four feet deep and it was often 45 degrees below zero, and there was much wind roaring into blizzards, and firewood was low. As we had moved our furniture to Salt Lake City, I slept on a steel couch with carpet rags for a mattress and two quilts over me. We worked every day except Sunday and there were many severe blizzards. We spent two different winters in Provo while the boys were attending school. Farrell at the BYU where he was Student BodyPresident, and Raeo in High School. We had a nice ward and Raeo was in many dramas put on in the ward. 1928 In 1928 or 1934 (story written twice with two versions) - I took my car and Marcella came from Salt Lake City and with Nora, Farrell and Raeo we started for Canada. We left Bennington, Idaho in July and passed through Burley, Twin Falls, Mt. Home, Nampa and stayed in Boise. In Boise we visited a French Catholic family who had been our neighbors in Nampa for a long time, very nice people. We went down the Columbia River and watched Indians spear salmon fish as they jumped the falls. It was quite a sight. We stayed at a place on the river then crossed over the Columbia River on a bridge below where the dam is now. Then on to Portland, then to Yakama through the lovely apple orchards and on to Tacoma, Washington. We visited the bay at Seattle back through the pan handle through Kellogg, Idaho, an old mining district. Then down to Great Falls, Helena, Bozeman and Yellowstone all part of Montana. Then to St. Anthony, Rigby, Idaho Falls, Shelley, Pocatello, Lava, Soda Springs all in Idaho. We arrived home and we had a most enjoyable trip. There had been no discord. I often took my family on trips, sometimes only the boys and I. After moving back to Bennington we bought 250 hens, they laid well but egg prices went to 15 cents candled. We raised fryers in the spring and sold them to the restaurants dressed for 25 cents a pound. One night we dressed chickens until 12 midnight, then delivered them to Montpelier at 5:00 a.m. After breakfast we started for Idaho Falls. When we neared Lave Hot Springs I dosed for a second, ran off the road, tipped over on the right side of the highway and as I came back on the road I must have corrected as we turned over on the left side then over endways and landed in a swamp pasture on the wheels. Some men were working in a field near by and said they never expected to see either of us alive. We were badly bruised and severely shaken up and full of shock, but not seriously hurt. And the shock was terrible. We made it into Lava to a garage and after the men had straightened the car so we could drive safely, having fenders straightened and wheels aligned, I drove to Idaho Falls that afternoon. When we walked into Viola’s home she was alarmed as I guess we both looked terribly shaken up, she asked what had happened and we told her. So after a few days she drove us home, I dared not drive, guess I was still in shock. We made many trips to Star Valley, and West Yellowstone Park. Ruth and Jay had a cabin in Last Chance just this side of West Yellowstone and we were there with them many times and enjoyed their cabin very much. 1938 In 1938 Nora and Marcella went to Chicago where Farrell was attending art school. He said if they would come back on the train, it was the beautiful silver Queen Zephyr, he would bring them back in his car. They came back by way of Yellowstone Park where Farrell had to make an exhibit of some of his art work. We had a lot of fun while thinning beets, Farrell often thinning an acre a day. We also spent a lot of trips for pleasure, father and son outings and other trips. I taught the genealogical class and did home teaching; also visited the first ward in Idaho Falls with Bishop Henry G. Johnson. I am now 63 years of age. By my labors some have been converted to the Gospel. Bishop Arch Harper of Trenton ward, President A. W. Chambers of the Benson Stake, George W. Merrill of Smithfield and Trenton are some who claim to owe their present standing to my labors. But I only sowed the seed, God gave the increase. Praise be to His Holy name. 1939 In April 1939 (1938) I received word that Nora was very seriously ill with goiter so I left for Salt Lake City but measured the snow before I left and it was four feet on the level. The doctor said it was bad and very imperative that she be operated on. Dr. Ralph Richards was the doctor and he is a very fine specialist so we have the very best we can get. He treated her for two weeks before operating. After she was operated on it was several days before they would let anyone in but me. The girls and boys came and looked at her through the door. The operation was successful but she was very weak for a long time. I went back to Bennington to help finish the water system. It was still very cold. In 1941 Raeo and I worked in the beets and potatoes, but it was so stormy that after two months we each had about $4.50. Harold and Viola had been in Idaho Falls for some time operating a creamery and later a service station. Ruth and Raeo have been living with them as there was no work in Bennington for either of them. Raeo was married by this time and that made four of us out of work. So I said, “We can go home, it won’t cost us anything for rent, we have fruit and flour, we can get potatoes here and take them home with us”. We loaded our car with potatoes and bedding and went to Bennington. All our belongings were home. The next day a friend said, “I have a hog to kill, I hate to take it to town”. I said, “Sell it to me, I have no money now but will pay when I get it”. He said, “Ok”, so he brought it to us. I got a little work so paid him. Then Dorothy, Raeo’s wife took appendicitis, she got along fine and had an insurance so could pay for it. In November we went to work in the Idaho Falls hospital. Nora was night cook and I was janitor. Harold and Viola have been in Idaho Falls for some time operating a creamery and later a service station. Nora and I worked in the hospital and stayed with Harold and Viola, Ruth had been with them several years. 1940 In 1940 I sold the old Munk home (this has to be the Lewis and Maren Munk home in Bennington, Idaho) to Will Crane and went to Salt Lake City and as Marcella was still living in the Madsen apartments we moved in with her. It was a six room apartment. We had four men board with us for some time. Then the following February I was taken to the LDS hospital by Dr. Wight a dental surgeon and specialist because I had to have my teeth extracted and I am a bad bleeder (hemophiliac). After taking my teeth out without any pain killer or anesthesia of any kind, I was immediately given blood transfusions, my gums were double sewed, finally they had to put a vice, fitting my gums, having a thumb screw which had to be tightened until the doctor had to give me a hypo. I was fed through the veins for a week and was delirious much of the time. Dr. Wight and his son, also a doctor did not leave me for 14 days and nights, they took turns as they did not dare leave me in the hands of the nurses. I finally recovered. 1941 - 1942 Later Andrew Nielsen, who was Nora’s uncle in-law, and lived in Brigham City, Utah, had lost his wife, Nora’s aunt two years before, wrote us twice to come and care for him as he could no longer be in his home alone. I told him I thought his own relatives would be better for him. But Nora was a favorite niece and he wanted her to take care of him. In April 1941 (1942) he asked his wife’s brother to see if we would not care for him and have the home when he passed on. So we decided to go and live in Brigham City and arrived on 5 May 1942. The home had to be remodeled and rewired all through, new carpet, frig, a stove, a sink, moved a stove (oil heater), a new roof, a fruit room, a wash room and shake shingles, new water heater all with a cost of $2,500.00. We paid pavement to gutter, sewer connections. The home was valued at fifteen hundred dollars when we came. Uncle Andrew lived four years. Burial $ (?) his board and room $1,920.00. In June 1942, I went to work on the Brigham City Hospital for the government for amputees from the war. I received $55.00 a week and worked at the hospital building for nine months. I had a heart attack and was over 65 so I could not work at anything only my garden because no one would hire me. So I contracted remodeling homes but had to quit that too. Nora and I raised a good garden and many beautiful flowers. Nora was chosen to be work as demonstrator in Relief Society and block teacher. I am at present a member of the adult Aaronic Priesthood committee, ward teacher and in my sixth year on the Tabernacle grounds as a missionary at the Visitors Center (Brigham City). As many as 4,500 visitors from 48 states and 20 foreign countries have spent from 20 to 45 minutes discussing Mormonism with various groups and who left feeling very friendly to the Utah people. Nora and I did a lot of temple work in Logan; there were six of us who used to go together all the time. Brother and Sister Robert Snow and…..(?) Nora and I also worked in the Salt Lake Temple, Mesa Arizona Temple and others. Have done hundreds of endowments for the dead. We had the privilege of doing endowment work in every temple in America which means the Canadian temple also. I lost my hearing, or much of it, so after three years working at the veil in the Logan Temple I had to quit most of my church work. In May 1941 I attended Stake conference in Idaho Falls. Elder Melvin J. Ballard was the representative. 1946 In 1946 Marcella had been sent to the Mesa Temple to work in the office and Viola, Ruth, Nora, Eva Deane and I went down to see her. We had a room at Mrs. Lee’s where Marcella was living but she did not have room for us all so Ruth and Eva Deane got a room elsewhere. It wasn’t a very nice place and during the night they became very much frightened. Marcella got off for a day and we all went to Nogales in Mexico. Spent the day and had a very nice time there. Also stopped at the San Xavier mission just out of Tucson and went through it. Had a very interesting and lovely day. Then we went on to La Mesa, California, where we were to meet Hal Jr. It was a very strenuous drive and Eva Deane became sick. It was the tenseness of all the driving that made her sick. From San Diego we went across the border to Mexico. Went to Tijuana and had a very nice time. The customs took Viola for a ride when we came back as they charged her duty more than anyone else. It was a wonderful trip and Viola and Eva Deane did all the driving. We also visited the huge zoo in San Diego. We stayed that night in North Hollywood. Harold Jr. drove home; there were six of us. Drove to St. George where we stayed all night and then drove home the next day. The end of another wonderful trip with my children. 1950 or 1953 (Written twice for two different years) In 1950 Herman and Marcella took Herman’s father, Nora and I on a trip to Canada. We left home 25 June 1950; traveled to Lyman, Wyoming, by way of Idaho Falls, Idaho, and Dubois, Idaho. Camped at noon at Spencer Creek for lunch we had prepared and taken with us. While cleansing my teeth in the creek I dropped them and had to wade after them. I was wet above my knees. We stopped for the night at Helena, Montana, and had poor accommodations. Went into Canada and passed through an Indian village. There was a dirt road to Cardston. We did not have any trouble at the border. We went through the temple at Cardston Canada. We met a couple we had known in Mesa, Arizona, so went to have dinner with them. Marcella met a former missionary companion who played the organ in the temple. They went to dinner with her and her husband. We had entered at Browning and visited the Glacier National Park. Then we drove over to Waterton Lakes. It is gorgeous country. Got cabins in Cardston then went to visit Enoch Lybbert of Vernal, Utah, who is living in Cardston. He had gone to Canada about 1902 and we were acquaintances in Vernal. The next day we drove to Baniff and got cabins. Traveled through beautiful wheat fields and grand country. The next day we went up on the ski lift. Saw mountain goats and had a wonderful view of the whole country. It is one of the highest lifts in the country. Each of us was on a lift alone and had to cling to a pole in the center of the chair. It was a scary but beautiful sight to look down into the tops of all those pines. It was quite a thrilling experience. Herman, Marcella and I went, but Nora and Brother Steiner stayed in the lobby of the hotel and watched us through the huge window. I think my finger prints are still on the pole I was clinging to so hard. When we got on top we all got off and walked around a little. It was very steep and Herman tried to take a picture of the mountain goats or sheep. He slipped in the gravel and fell but neglected to take his finger off the movie camera and as a result the picture goes round and round. Stayed in Banff that night. The next day we drove to McCloud for breakfast and had wonderful Canadian bacon, then on to Lake Louise. It is a gorgeous lake between two mountains and from the hotel it is a wonderful sight. The hotel has 102 rooms. It was sure a beautiful place and beautiful gardens all around it. Then the glacier above the blue lake. We went back to Banff drove around and saw a railroad bridge 510 feet high over the Belle River. Drove to Lethbridge, then to Magrath and Taber. It was Dominion day and they were celebrating. We watched their small parade. We tried to see Melissa Collett but she was not at home. We started home by way of Sweet Grass, couldn’t get cabins for all so Nora and I stayed in a home. Nora and Herman had some snowball fights in the mountains around Waterston Lakes. Stopped in Idaho Falls, Idaho, to see Ruth and Jay, Raeo and Dorothy. It was a lovely trip. 1951 or 1953 (Written twice for two different years) In July of 1951 Mrs. Rose Brimhall of Mesa, Arizona, came to Salt Lake City, Utah, to see Herman and Marcella. They decided to take her to Yellowstone Park so again we went with them. We picked Edgar Munk up in Montpelier and went through Star Valley and up the Snake River Canyon to Jackson, Wyoming. Rode the chair lift there also but it wasn’t nearly so high so was less thrilling. Ed went with us also Rose; Nora and I stayed on the ground. Stayed at Fishing Bridge and could not get accommodations so camped out. We men slept on the ground and the women stayed in the car. A bear visited us in the night. It walked right over (Herman or Edgar – doesn’t say) and he woke up and looked right into its belly. He let out a yell but the bear didn’t even pause just kept on going. It is a good thing it wasn’t a grizzly on the war path. When we first camped Nora and Rose went to find a rest room, country style, and coming back found a bear on the trail so they took another trail and found another bear so they became lost. It was just dark and we had quite a time finding them. The next morning we were able to get cabins and spent the day sightseeing. We awoke in the morning to learn that bears had almost destroyed some cars up the line a little ways so we went up there to see what had been done. The tops of the cars were almost ripped off. Some honey or bacon or something the bears liked real well had been left in the cars and they went after it. It shows you cannot fool around with the wild animals even if they are in a protected park. People do not follow the rules or they would not get in such situations. On our way out of West Yellowstone we decided to have breakfast at the Union Pacific Railroad. It was a large delicious meal with fresh strawberries. The waitress brought a huge bowl and placed in front of Rose. We all wondered if it was for all of us, then she brought bowls equally huge for each of us. We really had a good time on that trip. 1953 Another time Viola and Harold took us to see our son, Farrell and family in California where he was stationed during the war. Later he also attended the University there. Then we went by way of Yuma and Mesa, Arizona. We had a lovely trip with them and then we stayed in Mesa for the winter and did temple work and they went home. They were going to stay in Flagstaff, Arizona, that night and during the night another couple had their gas leak and they were afixiated. Nora and I were terribly worried until we heard the names of the couple we were afraid it was Viola and Harold. While they were in Mesa, they took us to the Biltmore Hotel, Camel Back Inn and many interesting points. As Howard Collett, Uncle Vean’s son, and family were in Mesa we were together a lot. Also, while in Sacramento we visited a lot with Sam and Ada Sandusky. Also many other friends in various places. We returned to Mesa for three winters. Viola and Marcella came and spent a week with us, left Harold and Herman home. Harold and Viola took us to Yellowstone Park and we had many trips with them. Three sheep shearers and myself went to Yellowstone. We had bought meat for the next day also some bacon but a bear climbed into the trailer and took all the meat. He wasn’t four feet from our own bed. The time to see game is at sundown. They are all out to feed. At sun up the mother bear will sit in the road and stop cars. The cubs will sit on the side of the road and wait for the candy thrown so the mother bear will get out of the road. Trip to Mexico/1952 or 1953 We left home 30 May, Decoration Day, stayed with Herman and Marcella in Salt Lake City, Utah, that night then left for Mesa, Arizona the next day. OR On the 6th of June, my birthday, we, Marcella, Herman and his father, Elnora and I left for Old Mexico. (Written twice - I don’t know which day they left) The first night we stayed in Flagstaff, Arizona, the second night in Phoenix. Nora and I stayed in a motel in Mesa. Next day we drove through Tucson into Hayden, New Mexico. Stayed at a motel and the next day went on to El Paso, crossed the Rio Grande bridge, the center of which is the line between the United States and Mexico. The charge for a car crossing the bridge was six centavos with nine cents back. It took two hours to get our visas to travel in Mexico as an old lady Mexican could only type with one finger. It cost $2.50 for each visa. We then exchanged $100 for Mexico currency and pesos the exchange was ($8.62 or $12.50) for one of our dollars and we got $862.00. Crossed 400 miles of desert and saw hundreds of head of cattle so poor they could hardy walk. It was sickening to see them. We stopped at a new motel owned by a Mexican from California. He talked good English. We had to drive a mile to a restaurant a very lovely large place. They spoke Spanish but Mr. Steiner and Herman talked fluent Spanish so all was fine. Next day we stayed at a motel outside of Morelia. It looked OK but we got flees and they stayed with us for a week. Marcella would kill them on the windshield of the car. We usually stayed at AAA places and ate at the same as they were highly recommended and proved to be so. It rained all the time, so don’t got to Mexico in the summer, winter is free from rain. We arrived in Guadalajara, a city of about 250,000 and a very clean and beautiful city. Stopped at a beautiful hotel. We could see market places on the side walk below our balcony. A sentinel or police officer sat in a door way across from us and every hour he would blow a whistle. We found out later that it was to let the Chief of Police to know where they were and that all was well. A boy will sit by your car all night and watch it for one peso, Mexican money about eight or twelve cents in our money. The great pest of Mexico is the swarms of boys and men wanting to hire out as guides or selling different articles of jewelry, baskets or anything else. We were told the Jews are going in and owning a lot of the market space and the people do not dare protest because it would make trouble with the United States. It is a shame. Mexico has the most beautiful girls and cleanliness everywhere if you are looking for it. A meal for five pesos about 80 cents in our money for each meal. The ratio of exchange is now about twelve to one U.S. currency. It is too bad peons work all day for 22 cents. The women do their laundry along the creek bank pounding the clothes on a rock, many women together; they seem to be a happy people. The clothing of both men and women are neat and clean. You wonder how they can wear white so much and have it clean. The houses in towns are built with one straight wall facing the sidewalk, the individual home is petitioned and no wall at the back which opens onto a lovely patio of garden and flowers. All very clean. The women are very artistic; they paint many large trays and clothing, beautiful designs. They are very busy and courteous when one visits their homes. We drove out to a world traveler’s home, Neil James. She has traveled all over the world and has now decided to settle in Mexico. She has visited all parts of Mexico and lived close to the people then wrote a book entitled, “Dust on my Heart”, we bought her book. At one time she was visiting the volcano area and slept in a shack, during the night the ashes became so heavy on the roof that it caved in and her back was broken. They nursed her back to health and she has established her home on the banks of the Lake Chapala a beautiful lake and area a few miles out of Guadalajara. She is a very cosmopolitan woman of all lands. Her home was on a square acre near the blue lake. She had a lovely home no windows or doors just the opening, her own bedroom was above and she entered it by way of a ladder. She raised coffee, bananas, all kinds of semi tropical fruit, also had a thriving silk worm business, where they were in all stages of development. She is attempting to restore the old weaving art and hires many peon women to tend the worms, weave the silk and make blouses to sell. She is a staunch Catholic and the afternoon we were there she was entertaining the Catholic Nuns. She also had her own parrots. It was a very interesting afternoon for all of us. The next morning we left real early (Guadalajara) and drove over a beautiful hilly country to visit the new Mexican volcano. The story of the volcano is that a farmer was plowing his corn and he turned a rock over and noticed smoke coming out of the hole so he put the rock back but smoke still came out so he put his sombrero over it and it still smoked so he became frightened and ran away. It kept smoking and spouting and in a very short time the whole field was a mass of fire, smoke and lava. The small town below it had to move and in two years that corn field had a 1,500 foot mountain in it. Only the spire of the church is seen. It had stopped erupting a month or two before we arrived and it is extinct. We did not go to it as the roads were very muddy and everyone said we would get stuck in the mud and ashes, it had been raining heavily. We did go to a town close by and had breakfast. The ashes from the volcano were all over everything, the roofs of houses and in the streets and it was still smoky and murky in the air. On the way we met about five herdsman. It had been raining and they all had overcoats of corn stalks and peaked hats. We asked them the way to Uruapan and they came and stuck their heads in the car window. It reminded you of an oriental face and we wondered if there could be an oriental strain, maybe the hats and corn stalk coats made the difference. They directed us on and we arrived at Urupan where we ate breakfast where a young man directed us. It was a lovely little hotel and we had a good meal. The rooms all opened onto a lovely patio where flowers, including orchids were growing. He said his name was “Sweet Potato” or that was the name tourists called him. We asked him why the name and he said, “Well they just started calling me that and it has stuck”. We asked him where he learned to speak English and he said from people like you. He took us to his home where his mother, wife and other women were engaged in painting, sewing etc. Marcella bought a lovely black skirt all embroidered in bright flowers, Nora bought a lovely table cloth and napkins all embroidered, it is beautiful. Then we drove on to Morelia a lovely quaint town, but it was raining when we got there so we did not get to see much of the town. This was the place where we got the fleas. They will use the old water aqueduct built by the Spanish many many years ago. The country on that ride was very beautiful. Rugged mountain road and tall pines. They say there are still many wild animals in that country and many Americans go there to hunt. We didn’t know that at the time. Many homes of poor peons and they grow corn on very steep side mountains. Each one seems to have his own little plot of ground for his corn and beans and oxen. It is difficult to comprehend that that is their way of life. They still plow with oxen and wooden plows, sometimes just a stick. They go so slow that you can take a still picture without having them stop moving. The plow is often just a crooked log with handles; the oxen have boards across the horns instead of yokes as we used to have. They also drop the corn as they plow. They plant their corn any time of the year when they get ready. So some stocks are ripe, some in the ear and some three feet high. Some coming up and some being planted. They have bamboo houses with thatched roofs, no furniture, or stove, each one sleeps in a serape on the ground, sometimes they have a woven straw mat. A fire is made in the center of the room, no chimney, the smoke goes through the roof; sometimes there are no walls. The walls are off the ground about two feet so the pigs and dogs can go in and out. It would be hard to live in this primitive way. We arrived in Mexico City, a population of between three and four million people, in the morning. It is a very beautiful city with wide streets. You have to run for your life when crossing a street as they throw away their brakes and use their horns here. We found the Hollywood Hotel and stayed there. The rooms where nice and it is a clean and attractive place but the beds were not too good. Then we went to Sanborn’s to eat. It is called the American eating and meeting place; it is the House of Tiles. It is a lovely place and while we were eating, men strolled on the avenue or walked within the building. All over were lovely things to buy, these men had lovely stoles of all colors with deep fringe and were very beautiful. Nora wanted one and asked the price and they said, thirty pesos, Herman said we don’t want it, but Nora said, Herman I want one of those stoles, so he talked to them and they said, twenty five pesos, still he would not let her buy it. We finished eating and went out and they followed us down the street, talking to Herman, finally they said, eighteen pesos Senor and he said, yes we want one; and we bought three. They where very lovely and that would be about $1.60 in our money. We were greatly pleased with our buy. We visited the palace of Fine arts a building dedicated in 1939; a three story building and the most beautiful life size people. It is a beautiful building with a gold colored dome. It was first built so that you had to go about a dozen steps up to enter it but the city of Mexico is sinking about six inches a year, you see it was built on top of an old Aztec city and the city was surrounded by canals and has been filled in and is evidently sinking. Now we had to go down about four steps to enter the building. But despite the fact that the city is slowly sinking, they are building massive steel buildings, in fact sky scrapers all over the city. We then visited the old Cathedral in the Zocola or square. It is hundreds of years old and has many alters, gold and gold leaf. It is filled with images and has rooms containing caskets and articles which belong to Christ and the apostles. One pillow of white satin was in a glass case and it was supposed to be the pillow Christ had his head on. The peons would come in and rub their hands over the glass and then on the part of their body which was afflicted and then put their hard earned and scarce centavos in the box placed there for their offerings. It is heart wrenching to see how that Church has bled the people and held them in darkness. But they are a very devout people. We enjoyed the Church here very much although I do not think it is nearly as elaborate as the one in Guadalajara. People come in on their knees, holding their candle and go to the alter on their knees and some of them back out on their knees after they have worshipped. Perhaps they are trying to gain a special blessing. While we were waiting for Herman to park the car we stood on the busy corner and watched the people. Peons would come up to us and beg and they were very sorry looking individuals. One went up to Herman’s father and he gave her a quarter and she nearly died there as that was about $2.50 in their money. We were afraid they would all come begging after that. We saw the palace but did not have time to go in it and are sorry now that we did not take the time. We shopped around the square and went to have dinner and home. One night it rained so hard that we could not even get out to eat and Herman went to a store and bought bread, soda pop, we cannot drink their milk, and some canned meat and that was our supper in the hotel. We visited Chapultepec Castle, an old castle on the top of a hill. It has a very great historic value and we spent quite some time there. Had a guide take us around and explain it all to us. It is a hill which means “Grasshopper Hill.” It was used as a national palace or castle of the Emperor and Empress Maximillan and Charlotta who was a former Prince of Belgium. The rooms are all built around the hill opening out and there is an elevator straight down through the center of the hill which served as a means of escape in times of trouble. We saw her personal rooms and as late as the time of Vice President of the United States Wallace, who ate with them in state in her dining room. The top of the hill is a lovely garden and there are her rooms of state, with her golden piano, all these rooms opened onto the garden. There too were rooms of the old Embassy’s of all nations with furniture intact. The lovely terrace overlooking the city of Mexico is very intriguing and you could imagine a lot of things there. The view of the city was thrilling. Below the castle and all around it is almost a forest of tall trees and shrubbery. The drive going to the castle is very beautiful. It is about three or four stories high. In the museum there were life size paintings of Maxmillian and Charlotta and her carriage of gold which she rode in through the city and the great white horse which he rode. It was like living history. We visited the Museum in Mexico City close to the Cathedral and it was amazing the way history is show there. We saw the huge calendar of time stone with the time magnificent edifice. There are thirteen alters all elaborate with gold and gold leaf and silver. We saw a little girl there with her baby brother and she went up to Marcella and said, Muy Milo, when asked what it meant it was ‘very sick’ the baby was ill and looked it. She kept close to us and finally Marcella and Herman’s father each gave her a quarter which would amount to about four dollars. She became so excited that she rushed and kissed the feet of Saint Peter. We went on to Acapulco and got there about dusk. We found a hotel which faced the ocean. It was $125 pesos for the two rooms; one room had two double beds in it. A large veranda encircled the whole hotel and it faced the oceans and our rooms opened out on it. We sat on the veranda but could not see much of the ocean because of the constant downpour and fog. It was nice though. When we went to go to bed, Nora turned down the bed and a large lizard about 10 inches in length jumped out. Nora was so scared she let out a scream and would not sleep in that bed. I had to turn all the quilts down on the bed so she could see the beds where clean and the rooms very nice. The one wall was the side of the mountain as they built right against the rocks. It was all polished and two sides of our bathroom was the hill, polished rock. Next morning we ate breakfast in a large hotel. It is a beautiful setting right on the ocean, there were no windows and the back of the hotel was in a mass of flowering trees and shrubs. The front faced the ocean. The birds would come in and eat the crumbs off the empty tables. We had a lovely breakfast here, all kinds of fruit and it was the only place where we ate pupaya and liked it. The pineapple, picked ripe, was so delicious. We had a lime at each plate and you made your own limeade. The sugar was in pumps, no other kind. It was hard to pay for meals as the meals go with the price of the room so when one rents hotel rooms, three meals are figured in and the meals are wonderful. The next day we started home. It was still raining and we could not see too much of the activities of the resort as all was quiet. The road was slick and rounding a turn the car wheels would not turn and we ran into the side of the mountain and bent some part of the car. We were there four hours in the rain and finally a couple came along, he stopped and helped Herman and they really worked in the rain. She got in the car with us. She was an American, had gone down there for a vacation and married her guide. She smoked until we were nearly all smoked. We finally were able to go on and went to Curnavaca. We stayed in the hotel there, it was past time to get dinner in the hotel and we had to eat on the promenade, it was poor food, but we had very nice beds and rooms. Had two separate rooms, one with a sitting room and a bed for Herman’s father. Had each a white marbled bathroom, very nice and there were clean beautiful mats on the floors and twin beds in the rooms, each had a balcony. In the late evening, strolling musicians went along the streets playing and played under our balconies. We had breakfast the next morning at the hotel and it was still raining. We could not travel so fast as the roads were being left unrepaired as the new highway was being completed soon. A big oil truck was stalled and mired in the mud right in our path and we had to wait for five hours. There had been a convention in Mexico City and most of them had come to Curnavaca and Taxco and were on their way home and there were several hundred cars stalled with us. We sometimes got out and walked around but the rain and mud made it uncomfortable. We saw little straw huts all along the way. I wonder how they live in such wet weather with so little shelter and cover. Most of them have very little clothing, the small children wear a shirt when they are born and although they grow the shirt does not and then they sit in the piles of coffee and play. Who wants to drink coffee after that? Finally they went to a road camp some miles away and got a bulldozer to pull the truck out and we were able to be on our way. We went back to Mexico City and stayed at the Hollywood hotel and ate again at Sanborn’s. We then drove out to the Floating Gardens, saw the beautiful boats in the channel all covered with fresh flowers. If it had been a Sunday it would have been nicer as that is their holiday. It was quite only there were the venders who were selling serapes. They surrounded us and held them arm to arm just like a wall and were they beautiful. It was hard to select one as they were all so pretty. The boats go around the canal with a man with a pole pushing you. Small boats come around and sell you things to eat and the wandering musicians come in another boat and play for you. It is all so romantic and lovely. The huge restaurant which was there when Herman and Marcella were there before was gone. We bought nine serapes for 125 pesos. We stayed another night in Mexico City and went to visit the Guadalupe Church, which is a very sacred shrine in Mexico. It seems that a peon was given a sign there and the virgin told him where the Church was to be built and it was for protection of the people. It is very beautiful and they keep it decked with real flowers, mostly lilies, all the time, it is really a sight. One woman was brought in by her husband and some of the relatives, I guess she was to get religion as they stayed there for so long and many of them helped her pray. We were close to them on a bench and saw it all. When they finally left they had to almost carry her out of the Church she was completely overcome and exhausted. It was really something to see. We also saw where the priest receives confession. These confession booths are in the Church and he sits in it and had a little window on each side with a curtain, he listens to the confessions and there is a small box at the side where they pay their money. This was also a new experience to us. We left for Laredo but hated to leave that lovely city of Mexico. Traveled late and stopped at a motel with a large restaurant. We were late getting there as you just cannot stop any place in Mexico, so were not able to get dinner. We walked around the huge patio overlooking the city and it was a very beautiful city. We had a nice room and the beds were good. It was lucky we got there just when we did as in about half an hours time there wasn’t a space left and they were turning people away. I think it was the convention people returning from Mexico City. Saw a whole herd of burros with corn stalks stacked high on them as it was harvest time, also women with wood stacked high on their backs so had our pictures taken with them. Met an old man with the most worn out wagon and team, it looked as if the wheels would fall off at any moment. We asked him for his picture and had to pay him for taking it. The burros looked as if they would lay down any minute also. (Insert) I neglected to tell one interesting story while in Mexico City. We drove to see the Quet. Temple of Ancient America. A ten acre plot is enclosed by a wall of stone ten feet high and steps all the way down each side and all the way around on three sides. The west side is a large temple, one wall uncovered. At the top of the steps the wall is flat on top and about thirty feet wide. On three sides of the enclosure are three houses of stone which to Latter Day Saint people represent the twelve tribes of Israel. All face the temple. Or it could mean the three heads of the Church and the twelve apostles. As the Book of Mormon states Lehi was the tribe of Manassas while Ishmael was of the tribe of Ephraim, both sons of Joseph who was sold into Egypt. About three miles from the Quet. Temple is the pyramid of the Sun. This hill is 57 feet high, ¼ mile long and slopes up on all sides to a narrow top and on one side are steps clear to the top. The steps are 18 inches high so I did not dare climb them. The temple of the Moon is a short distance away but has not been excavated as yet. Nora nor Brother Steiner climbed them but Herman and Marcella went to the top. We visited many small towns and passed through some wonderful country rolling hills of grass. One wonders why the government didn’t transfer those starving cattle from the desert to the beautiful hills for feed. (End of Insert) We drove on to the line and were in customs for about an hour. Had to take everything out of the car in order to see if we had to pay any duty. Now entering the city across the line, while they are many Mexicans in Laredo, but what a difference in the country and people. You are really in another world at the moment you cross the line. We stayed at a nice motel in Laredo and had an American supper. It is 600 miles along the Texas border from Laredo to El Paso. We were somewhat disappointed in Texas as we figured we would see hundreds of head of cattle on beautiful range. Instead we saw a lot of cacti and prickly pear. The finest cattle range is east of Tucson, Arizona; it is miles and miles of wonderful range for both summer and winter. We stayed two nights in Texas before getting to El Paso. Hence to Mesa, to cabins in the pines in or near Flagstaff, Arizona. Arrived home just one month after starting for Mexico. A wonderful trip, wonderful people and one of the most productive countries if different officials and not Catholic dominated. Oh, blessed, U. S. A. how good to be back to home sweet home. The following was written on steno paper as a letter Brigham City, Utah May 29, 1954 My experiences as a ward teacher: Nine families who were not interested in religion; 30 souls came back into serving in the church when I see their children and grandchildren in the Temples oh how my heart rejoices that God went with one to those people. One man wrote me some years later saying; “I am waiting for death while I write but it is all right my wife and children are now sealed to me”. Another said I am spending my time in the Temple. When I first visited him he was nearly blind. He smoked cigarettes and I promised him if he would quit smoking his eyes would be healed and they were. My daughter was sent to a stake to hold a convention and after the meeting two men came up and shook her hand and tears streamed down their cheeks as they said your father brought us to our positions we now hold, one was a bishop the other President of the stake. Two children whose parents had no interest in the church or religion; the children both have been married in the Temple. The son became my teaching companion for 2 years and while on furlough from the army asked if I could ordain him an Elder and President Willie granted his request. He later came home again and was married in Logan Temple and last week attended conference in Tokyo. Others are laboring in the ward and going to the Temple. Man is that he might have joy and oh what joy in labor. My companions are equal with me, a Ward Teacher. (End of letter) August 1955 August 1955 has rolled around and we are all ready for another trip so the Steiners, Nora and I start east on the Old Mormon trail. But as Marcella is keeping a day to day diary I shall insert it here: (Don’t know where it is) 1956/1957 The winter of 1956, Nora and I spent at home in Brigham City, Box Elder County, Utah, and spent a lot of time in the Logan Temple. In March Nora’s right eye gave her a lot of pain so we went to Salt Lake City, stayed at Steiners and saw an eye specialist. He said the eye would have to come out. She fell three years before and broke her glasses but no bad effects were felt at the time. We do not know if this caused the retina to be severed but it was severed and of course caused blindness. We had thought it was cataracts but it was not. He said there was nothing he could do at the present time. The pain continued. We went home and she wanted to see the children in Idaho Falls so we went up there but the pain was so bad we had to go to an eye specialist there. He would do nothing until he found out who had treated her then he said, “He is one of the best”. He drew out the water to ease the pain and said to go back to the Doctor in Salt Lake as he thought he could do something now. Jay Westergard drove us to Salt Lake that night and the Doctor did what he could to get the pain stopped. Dr. Homer Smith stuck needles around the eye and killed the nerves, then she was stone blind in her eye. She got better after Herman and Harold administered to her and finally we went home to Brigham. She started vomiting and could not keep a thing on her stomach. So we went back to Salt Lake City and took her to a clinic where the Doctor decided she did not have any acid in her stomach and gave her some pills for that. As that did not help we took her to Dr. Winget. He wanted her to go to the hospital but she would not go. He took three x-rays but could not find a thing, but said the x-rays do not show everything. He said she had every indication of cancer of the liver and told the family. We think it was first started in the eye. They had to tap her stomach three times to take out the excess water and she was so brave about it. Dr. Winget suggested we go home, call no Doctor and give her no pills except pain pills which he gave us. Said is might go on for a year or more as he had a patient who had been tapped periodically for 15 months. After a while we took her home to Brigham City for Decoration Day. Marcella stayed with her while Herman and I went to the cemetery at Brigham and to Logan and Smithfield. Marcella stayed a week. Then Ruth came and stayed a week and I sent for her sister, Amy. She didn’t seem to be in a great deal of pain but could not keep a thing on her stomach and of course got weaker and weaker. All of the neighbors were so kind to us and so many called to see her. Amy stayed a week and at the close of the week I said we had better call Herman and have the girls come quick. Amy said wait until six o’ clock, it was then 2:00pm. But we felt Nora was sinking so she called, couldn’t get them until later, so Nora was in a coma and never seemed to come out of it. We were all there watching over her. She knew the girls when they came in as she asked for each of them. (Note: I can remember being there and riding home in the car with Mom, Marcella and Grandma Tippetts all crying. They where telling Marcella that her prayers where keeping Grandma Collett here in pain and that Marcella had to pray and tell Heavenly Father that it was okay to take Grandma Collett home. I would think that Ron was there also. Roleane) She passed away quietly about 9:00 a.m. the next morning the 13th of June 1957. It seemed that all of the country called at the mortuary, there were about 300 people called (visited the mortuary). Everyone lover her, she was a person who lived by the side of the road and was a friend to everyone. We buried her in the Smithfield, Utah, cemetery on the 17th of June, 1957. We had not invited President Raymond of the Logan Temple to speak but when they came he asked if he could speak at her funeral as he too loved her. Ernest Freeman offered the prayer. I went to Salt Lake with the children for a while but wanted to come home so they brought me home and I stayed there alone for some time. Over the 4th of July Marcella, Herman, Walter and Sylvia Steiner and Herman’s brother took me and we went to the southern Utah temples. They had planned the trip and we thought Nora would want us to go as planned. We went to the Manti temple, St. George Temple, on to Zion National Park and then to Bryce Canyon. Stayed in Orderville all night and came on home. We had planned to go to the Idaho Falls Temple but Herman could not go for a week so his father said he would go and stay with Delbert’s family for a week. He was there about two weeks and Delbert called about 5:00 a.m. and said he (Herman’s father) had a heart attack. They all went as soon as they could but when they got there about ten minutes after 8:00 a.m. he was gone. Had died about a half hour before they got there. How strange that Nora and Walter Steiner should go so close, just about five weeks. We had all had such nice trips together and were so congenial. How lonely without Nora, such a noble woman and so devoted as a wife and mother. So two noble souls who had spent three months together on trips died so close together. My dear wife and I (Mary Elnora Munk) were together nearly 60 years and she was six weeks from her eightieth birthday. We had moved to Brigham City where I still live. My dear wife passed away on the 13th of June 1957, a very lovely character, a lovely wife and a nearly perfect person. She was the mother of six children, three boys and three girls. Phoebe Viola, born 8 December 1898 Bennington, Bear Lake, Idaho Lois Marcella, born 5 April 1901 Bennington, Bear Lake, Idaho Lester Charles, born 7 August 1905 Bennington, Bear Lake, Idaho died 17 February 1906 Bennington, Bear Lake, Idaho Farrell Reuben, born 13 November 1907 Bennington, Bear Lake, Idaho Ruth, born 20 July 1910 Smithfield, Cache, Utah Raeo, born 4 June 1913 Smithfield, Cache, Utah Our family was a family of love. We all often spent the evenings in song. Marcella at the piano (which we bought while in Smithfield, it was also a player) and Viola’s beautiful soprano, Farrell’s bass, Nora singing songs with us, and in later years, Ruth and Raeo. We have had many, many wonderful family gatherings over the years. I am now 88 years old and in very good health. Charles Merrill Collett, born 6 June 1875 at Bennington, Bear Lake, Idaho I still have my home but am visiting my children and grandchildren this winter. I and my wife have, through my children Marcella and Viola and their husband Herman Steiner and Harold Tippets, visited California three times, Arizona three times, Texas three times, New Mexico four times and 34 other states and Canada and Mexico. We spent ten days traveling in Alberta, Canada and West Yellowstone in 1951 (another time he said they went two different times). Spent a month (26 days) in Old Mexico (1952), then in 1955 we spent a month in the U.S.A. Followed the old Mormon trail clear to Vermont, visited Joseph Smith’s birth place, New York, the pageant, Mt. Vernon, Washington D. C. and all of the important places in Church History, St. Louis, Independence, Omaha, Grand Island, Nebraska and many other places. Have held the following offices in church: I served as Sunday School teacher for 60 years, YMMIA officer and teacher 40 years. Religion class stake and ward teacher. Stake Sunday School, YMMIA stake boards. Genealogical wards, Idaho Falls, Smithfield two wards, Provo 6th, Montpelier Stake, North Box Elder Stake, 1st counselor 2nd ward Smithfield Bishopric. Chairman and Ward High Priest. President of 17 quorums of Seventy and President of 132nd quorum. After Nora’s death I went to live with Marcella and Herman in Salt Lake City for a while and then went to live with Viola and Harold when Allen and Elaine Rand came to see Herman and Marcella for conference. 1958 - 1962 In March 1958 my nephew, Albert Nielsen, lost his wife in Roosevelt, Utah. Clarence, George and I went to the funeral in George’s car. In talking to a lady in Roosevelt, she said Effie Weeks Winn lived about three miles out so we drove out to see her (Note: The following was typed and then crossed out – I don’t know why or by whom: “as I was once engaged to marry her”). Found her a cripple from arthritis and could hardly walk with cane poor soul. She gave me the address of her two sisters and I found them both at Fannies when I got back to Salt Lake City. After renewed acquaintance I found that all three of them had been widows for years. I finally persuaded Fannie Weeks Winn to marry me. We were married in the Salt Lake Temple on 24 April 1958, and went immediately to my home in Brigham City to live. We were received very kindly by the people of the ward. Shortly after Fannie developed a diabetic ulcer on the calf of her left leg and for four years it has been terrible the way she has suffered. She went to the LDS hospital and was operated on. A graft failed to take and infection set in and further operation was necessary. Then she had an operation for gall stones. After leaving the hospital we went to live with her daughter and son-in-law, Don Lewis at Kearns, Utah. Stayed two months then went home. We also stayed a month with her daughter Lois and Bob Brewer. As Fannie had to go to the hospital every week and still does, we moved to Salt Lake City, selling our home in Brigham City for $8,000. Since coming here we have moved three times to three different wards to try to be by her daughters. While living at 144 South 5th East, Salt Lake City, Marcella and Herman were going to California for a visit and wanted us to go along. Fannie could not travel but I went. We stayed at Winnemucca, Nevada at a nice motel. Next day we went to Herman’s daughter’s home, Darlene. We enjoyed the trip over Donner’s pass being my first trip over the pass and my being familiar with its history. Herman’s daughter lived a few miles from Disneyland. She and her three daughters spent the evening at Disneyland with us. We had a lovely time; rode the submarine, small trains into the desert by night all lighted up, rode the bucket which spans across the sky through the whole area. Then had a ride on the train which gave us a view of Grand Canyon through all seasons and it was sure beautiful. Then Marcella and I rode on Mark Twain’s boat and it was lovely. Heard the deer call through the forest, saw the Indian village, horses call from cliff to cliff and it was all animated. A very beautiful ride in the twilight. The next day Herman, Marcella and I visited Knots Berry Farm and the added pioneer village. Sure took one back to childhood. I had my picture taken with an old timer and his burro also on the veranda of an old saloon with two old timers. We had a very delicious chicken dinner. The next day we stayed in Los Angeles at a nice motel close to the temple and the next morning we attended the first session. It was a very wonderful experience and our first visit to the Los Angeles Temple. After session we ate dinner at the temple and left immediately for Sacrament to see Viola and Harold. Stayed at a motel in . . . . and the next day drove on to Citrus Heights and stayed a day and a half with Viola and Harold. In August 1960 while at Citrus Heights, Harold Tippetts took his car and took Viola, his mother, Marcella and Herman and I and drove down the Sacramento River, saw many warships and lovely country. They have a very nice place. The next day we started for Salt Lake City, Utah. After we left there we drove to Loveland, Nevada, where we stayed all night and the next morning drove to Elko and had a very delicious breakfast at the Stockmen’s hotel, our table overlooked the pool and patio. Drove on home that day after a wonderful trip, we came back to Salt Lake City in December 1960. Sorry Fannie could not go. Our fine Bishop is being buried today, 21 July 1962. He was Bishop Russon. In July 1961 Herman’s granddaughters, Susan and Margean, two teenagers came up from California for a vacation. So we all went up above Heber City to Wolf Creek Pass in the pines and had lunch and a large fire and had a lot of fun and then came home. In September 1961 Ora Stevenson and Lois Brewer, Fannie’s daughters took Fannie and I to California. We stayed at Winnemucca, Nevada, and next day enjoyed the scenery and ride. Arrived at Grass Valley, California; Ora and Lois stayed with Norma Gean Wilson, Fannie and I stayed at her daughter’s, Mr. and Mrs. Joe Kachevie. While Fannie and I were in Grass Valley, Joe took his wife, Elda, Fannie’s daughter, their daughter Kay, Fannie and me through the beautiful Sacramento Valley and saw the beautiful orchards and how much gold could be mined. Why doesn’t the United States Government mine gold when it is so short of it? We stayed a month then her daughter and son came after us in a beautiful car and took us to Oakland. We stayed a week with Mr. and Mrs. Hillard Beausheus at Oakland, California, while there Hillard took us over the Golden Gate Bridge to San Francisco. Ate dinner and watched the great ships and fishing vessels. Then we went to China Town. Oh, this nation of many nations, how wonderful. Hillard then took us up on the beautiful temple sight and saw the stake center, a very beautiful building. Three prophecies concerning that temple are about to be fulfilled. As early as 1847 Brigham Young and Willard Richards both signed a letter to the Mormon Battalion that some day a temple would be built there. In 1942, nearly 100 years later, sitting in a hotel in San Francisco, George A. Smith looked out of a window and said a temple will be built on those low Oakland hills and be a beacon light to the incoming vessels of the world. In 1943 Heber J. Grant said, “I have the good news that a plot of ground for a temple has been purchased in Oakland, California”. Some time in the 1950’s President David O. McKay dedicated the Stake Center, was inspired to buy more land there so the Church has eighteen acres of ground on that beautiful spot. Does the Prophet of the Latter Day Saint Church have revelation and prophecy? Yes, they verily do. Fannie and I visited my daughter and husband, Viola and Harold Tippetts, in Citrus Heights, California and stayed a week. The next day we started for Salt Lake City, Utah. Harold’s mother was living with them. She has since died at the age of 90 years. In March we moved to 235 West 3rd North, Salt Lake City in Fannie’s daughter’s apartment. In March of 1961 we attended a funeral of her nephew at Vernal, Utah, and stayed with Della McKowen, her sister. In June I was asked to speak at her nephew’s funeral at Roosevelt, a Baptist. Wrenched my left leg and was laid up in bed for two weeks. In March 1962 moved to Sugar House to Alice Bakers, Fannie’s daughter. Her birthday being 83 years old 7 August 1962, (must be talking about Fannie). We were up to Marcella’s to dinner on 9 August and were called home to meet three grandchildren from Oakland, California. During the week Norman Wills wife and son called for a while. August 14, 1962, Lois just came, brought postage stamps and vegetables. Alice was here last night. On the 9th Sharon Baker took us to get our groceries. Sunday Brother Web called and took us to sacrament meeting and the ward clerk brought us home, it was a farewell for a missionary. On the 17th of August Herman and Marcella brought Elaine’s son Gill and Boyd’s daughter Sherry to see us before they all left of the World’s Fair in Seattle, Washington. September 21st, went to the LDS hospital with Fannie for blood test. Lois called and took her and Alice shopping. Herman, Marcella and the youngsters returned home all fine. Hal and family came to see us and showed us the lovely baby, all fine, 25 August 1962. On September 25th, Lois took me to get our commodities. On the 29th, Farrell called for a while; he has just been operated on for hernia. His boys are doing fine in Church and school. Marty is school librarian. Marvin Jensen called this week, Katherine his wife was operated on for hernia. Clyde Collett was operated on for stomach ulcers and is getting along ok. October 5th, 1962, Larena Baker was going to St. Anthony, Idaho, in a car so she asked us to go as far as Idaho Falls, Idaho. We arrived at 9:00 p.m. at my son Raeo’s. The next day, the 6th, of January, Ruth Westergard took us up to their cabin at Last Chance, then on to West Yellowstone. After driving around town we went down the Madison River to see where the earthquake occurred. It was awful to think of people being awakened at 3:00 a.m. and find all roads blown away and no way out. A 100 ton rock was thrown one and a half miles and landed way up on the opposite mountain. One resort was covered with 500 feet of earth; at least 28 people were thus buried. The other two resorts were half covered. The opposite mountain has three crevices or cracks where the earth has sunken for a distance of three miles along the mountain and a lake is formed where the resorts were. You can see where the water line was on the trees and there are pines standing all around dead in the water. Then Jay drove us over to the valley below Ennis, Montana, then down by Henry’s Lake and back through places in the timber to the cabin. It is built of peeled logs then varnished. It is beautiful, strictly modern and can accommodate nine couples. 7 October left for home but drove miles to see the country. Snake River Valley is immense in size but too bad so much is lava rock. Idaho Falls is about 25,000 populations now. We stayed at Raeo’s; they had Jay’s family to dinner. George and Sharon Watkins have three children and a lovely home. Jay and Ruth had all three to dinner including Herman and Marcella who made a special trip up to get us. On the 15th of October we came home having spent ten days of lovely enjoyment. 16 October 1962, Darrell and Norma Jean Wilson from Colfax, California, were here with their three lovely children. They left for Little Piney, Wyoming, for a deer hunt. 18 October 1962, Joe called on his way to Wyoming for deer hunt; he is from Grass Valley, California, a so-in-law of Fannies, Norma Jean’s father. On October 23rd Wilson’s returned with their deer and left for home. Hazel and Don Lewis went to the Uintah Mountains above Vernal and both got two point bucks. Hazel killed hers while she was in camp alone. The deer came by, stopped and she put the gun on the table and shot it in the head, then cut its throat. 26 October Harold and Viola came from Citrus Heights, ate dinner and then went to Ogden to see Eva Deane and family. 4 November Herman and Marcella came and took us out to dinner then we went to their home and watched slide pictures. Had a lovely day. Alice Baker just came in, her husband Floyd is very ill. November 12th, 1962, must write a card to Farrell tomorrow is his birthday. November 22, 1962, went to Marcella’s for Thanksgiving dinner; Walter Steiner and Sylvia, Herman’s brother and sister-in-law were there. Had a lovely turkey dinner and a lovely visit. November 23rd wrote to Viola and Ruth. The weather is beautiful today. November 26th Lois Brewer, Fannie’s daughter, took us shopping, and out for commodities. Sunday went to Priesthood meeting also to sacrament meeting. November 29th, we are going to the hospital to have Fannie’s leg taken care of. Alvin Ralph called to see me; it has been twenty-five years since I saw him and had a nice visit. December 5th, got our checks so Lois came in and took Fannie and Alice shopping. Fannie’s legs have given her a lot of pain. December 9th, 1962. Yesterday Alice spent the afternoon with us. She made a beautiful wreath for Christmas to place on our door. Today, Sunday, for the first time in years I could hear the announcement of Bishopric in Priesthood meeting and Quorum class work, thanks to God for his blessing. December 10th, listened to the program given in honor of President David O. McKay. It was beautiful, given by the businessmen and political men of Salt Lake City. A complete fulfillment of a prophecy of Wilford Woodruff in the Salt Lake Temple in 1893: “I prophecy in the name of Israel’s God, the persecution against the church will begin to cease from this very hour until they will be received as other churches of the world”. A Catholic priest gave the opening prayer; a Jewish Rabbi gave the benediction. The Church property was taken over and the Church had to pay rent on their own building to the United States Government at the time the prophecy was made. I was present at the temple and heard this prophecy. December 13th, my brother, Clarence and wife came and spent an hour with us last night. December 14th, tonight have been thinking about the peculiarities of animals. The Indians have many goats with their sheep. At night when the sheep bed down, the goats bed around them on the outside of the herd and if a coyote comes, the goats take them on, they keep their head to the coyote so do the goat harm and the sheep are safe. Well Fannie has finished her fancy work and has started on her homemade rugs. They are beautiful. 1963 January 1st, 1963, Herman and Marcella called for me to drive up to Brigham City to the Felt Mortuary to view Leslie Jensen, who died suddenly Friday at his home in Bear River City, Utah, on Friday December 28th, 1962. He was a cousin of Nora’s. We called on Farrell’s family on our way home. They have a beautiful home. On our way home a car had hit a horse and killed it and we were so close we had to take the burrow pit from which we were pulled out after about an hour and half wait. Had to wait until the tow truck came to take the other car in but no one was hurt badly; one girl in the other car cut her face and arms on windshield glass. We arrived home safe. January 1st, Christmas is ended and a very happy one. Many cards from friends and relatives and many gifts. We are so happy for all this. How fortunate in our old age so many things to be thankful for. A year in which many of our friends have been called home. Many relatives also have gone the way of all the world, and now a new year has arrived. May it not be blotted by sin or regrets. May the clean pages be written in glorifying God whom we must soon meet and given an account of our stewardship. It is a glorious day of sunshine. All of my family are well, all have reconciled themselves. All is peace at home and in America for which praise be to that God who gave us life. Louie and Merrill Squires, also David and his new wife came to see us. We were very happy to see them. They were our near neighbors in Brigham City, Utah. The fall and winter of 1962 was mild and beautiful but 1963 is very cold. But it is milder now. Have you ever ridden your saddle horse and led the pack horses to the mighty forests like the great Uintahs, selected a beautiful grass glade, unpacked the horse and gathered a pile of wood and built a large camp fire, hobbled and belled the horses to graze near by. Made your bed near a large fir tree on the soft tufts of grass, and then raked out the many live coals upon which two bake ovens are placed, and then put the cover lids on the blazing fire to heat. While you make a nice batch of biscuits, then put bacon grease in the skillet, then the biscuits next; dress and clean the pine hen you shot on your way and put it in the other oven. Then sit and enjoy the beautiful fire whose light reaches far around revealing the beauties of nature. Now supper is ready and you are very hungry after your long ride. Oh, how good that meal. After meditating a while you lie down for the night to rest your weary body. As you lie there and listen to the awakening of the night life of insects, perhaps the crashing of the timber by a bear. The horses become frightened; they rush up so close to the fire they nearly scorch their legs. So you take your rifle and fire a few shots into the timber and the bear vanishes, then the horses return to their grazing. Now you hear their chomping and the rattle of hobbles and clinking of the bell. You gaze up into the lofty trees as they kiss and embrace, then a gentle zephyr sings a love song and far above is the diamond studded sky. You exclaim to yourself, whence came all this and the answer is God is the artist. Have you ever kneeled by night in Gods great cathedral when you and God were alone there when the richness of His spirit whispers and you burst into tears of joy? Oh, how glorious the feeling. January 13th my cousin Julia Cantwell Raymond lost her son with a heart attack, also my nephew Orren Collett lost a son soon after his marriage. It seems the heart cannot take it any more. January 17th, it is foggy and miserable. Only two inches of snow. There is only 38 inches at Alta should be about nine feet. It looks bad for water. 22 February 1963, Washington’s birthday. Ralph Winn, Essie, his wife, Joan Winn and her four lovely children from Price, Joan from Provo, Don and Hazel and Floyd and Alice all called and spent the evening. All had a lovely time. All were Fannie’s children and in-laws. February 23, Herman and Marcella just came in. It looks bad today concerning Cuba, Russia, China and the United States. It seems spring has come too, but it is too early and the water prospects are poor, but we have to take what comes. February 28th, Billie Tucker, wife and baby paid us a visit from Mesa, Arizona. She is a granddaughter of David Manwaring. 2 March, Dee and Gae Hill came with their three children to see their grandmother. Got a letter from Esther, she is ill. March 3rd, Herman and Marcella came and took us to a lovely cafeteria for dinner, then to their home after which Herman let us out at the church and we went to fast meeting. March 6th, Lois took Fannie for groceries. It is a very nice day sunshining but cool. Our health is good. March 11th, Walter Steiner, Herman’s brother and an ordinance worked in the Salt Lake Temple; while in a meeting for ordinance workers and the General Authorities in the Salt Lake Temple for the dedication of the new Annex, collapsed and died before reaching the hospital. He had always had good health while his wife had been ill for some years. They had no children. His demise March 8, 1963. It has snowed and is still snowing there is about five inches. March 17th, The Salt Lake Tribune has an article in the Sunday issue of which I am very proud. It is a sketch of Farrell’s life and three drawings. One of a bobcat, a police dog and a bear. We are always proud of our children. Marcella has done wonders in research on our genealogical lines. Raeo took examination on a locomotive engine for an Engineer and answered 1097 questions out of 1100. He has never had an accident except when a brakeman left an open switch. Ruth is good at office work, Viola has a beautiful voice. Marcella is fine on the piano. While living in the Dell at Georgetown, Idaho, Marcella and Viola helped milk thirty cows and separate the milk. That spring I had mountain fever so Viola drove four horses on a leveler and Marcella helped her. They also milked the cows. I was then kicked by a horse and was laid up in the hospital for a month. The children stayed on the ranch, God bless them for their taking such a responsibility. The boys were small but they gathered the cows from the hills. I have been thinking of how I risked my life in the canyon all winter, getting out wood, fourteen hours in snow up to my waist, all alone not a soul but me in those lonely mountains. Just a slip or getting a foot caught it could have been death and the dread of snow slides. It seems now that only God’s protection saved me and I only received $1.50 a day for me and the team. It makes my heart ache even now. Again I think of the 5,000 amputees at the hospital at Brigham City Hospital some with both hands off others both feet and legs, worse of all forty poor fellows who lost their minds. Oh what horror! What war brings to nations and people. A friend of mine was coming back from a trip to the front when he felt something wet on his shoulder. He looked up and his buddy gunner was partly out of the plane above him and blood was streaming from him. My friend was ripped clear across his belly. They were both gunners in a plane. Three out of five dead, one badly wounded. Thank goodness the hospital is now a school for 2300 Indian children. March 1963, a beautiful day. Have been to the store and had a nice walk. My health is fine. Got a letter from Ruth, Raeo and Viola. On October 6, 1963 Fannie and I left Salt Lake City, for California with Harold and Viola Tippetts and arrived at Citrus Heights, their home at 8:00 p. m. On October 8, 1963, Norman Winn and family came and took us to his home. He wanted his mother to go to his Doctor as she had a rash on her feet, legs and hands. So she was in Doctor’s care all the time we were in California, 8 months. We went to Eldas at Grass Valley for a week. Then we went to Oakland to Hillards and Easter. I took sick was in bed 3 days. Went back to Grass Valley for two weeks. Went to Viola’s on 10th of December, was still sick, started for Salt Lake City on the 21st of December. Had to stop in a motel in Nevada as I was too sick to go on home. December 22nd made it home. 1964 On 17 July 1964 Fannie entered the L.D.S. Hospital for ulcers of the stomach. On 23 July I went to Jay’s cabin at the Last Chance in Wyoming with Harold and Viola Tippetts. On the way we stopped to visit Hal Jr. in Farmington and while visiting Herman and Marcella came. Then we all went to Roland Berrett’s home in North Ogden and visited. Herman left his car at Roland’s and then Harold, Viola, Herman, Marcella, Ronnie and I all left in Harold’s car. We arrived at Raeo Collett’s in Idaho Falls about 10:00 pm. Then we drove to Jay’s cabin at Last Chance, Wyoming, arriving about 12:00 pm. Ruth and Jay were there and their son Steven. Ruth is quite ill. July 24, 1964, Jay took all of us in his station wagon over into Montana and came back where the earthquake zone was. Then up to West Yellowstone and back to Pond then home to the cabin. By July 25th seventeen people had arrived so there where beds every where. They have 5 beds, a fireplace, gas heat and lights. The cabin is made of logs peeled while green then varnished; making a fine finish. We all went home but Ruth, Steven, Raeo and Dot. Jay went to their family gathering in Idaho Falls. We came to Ogden, got Herman’s car and came home to Salt Lake City. Having visited 4 states, Utah, Idaho, Wyoming and Montana. 21 August 1964, Fannie’s leg is nearly healed. It seems so good for her to be so free from pain from which she has suffered for 6 years. Bob Brewer and Don Lewis built a nice ramp to avoid the steps. Fannie paid for the material. 1965 March 25, 1965, Herman and Marcella took me on a three day jaunt. We went thru Provo up to Price and over to Green River City, Utah. Then to Hanksville where we stayed all nite at a motel. Ate dinner at a cafe in a home and breakfast at another. Then went on a sight seeing trip to ____________ Valley filled with clay nook which looked very much like hundreds of people and other beautiful hills and cliffs like large castle of _______. Then down a narrow canyon with cliffs hundred of feet high down to Green River and saw a large boat which ferried tourists across the river. The government has built a bridge across the river 5 miles above so the state is building a new road over a rough mountainous country to connect with the bridge. Then we went back to Hanksville and went by way or Richfield. Visited another beautiful canyon on our way only room for one car, very narrow and high cliffs on either side. Just got a phone (call) from Joe Koechevg. (Letter written on steno paper) Jan, 16, 1967 About 1916 I was appointed ward teacher in Smithfield, Utah. There were 6 families in the district all were members of the Latter Day Saint Church but all inactive. At the end of the year a great difference appeared. There was a Mr. Harper who had lost his wife, had grown very cold, he had two sons, Arch who was married, Earl single. A daughter Louie if I get the right name she was single. I was President of the Seventy. A daughter married to Will Homer and Alfred Chambers also married. All were financially well off. About 1917 Will Homer and Earl Harper were ordained seventies. Earl soon left for a mission he filled a two year mission in honor then was drafted into the army. His buddie said they were on the firering line. They dug into together each night and Earl told the Doctor nothing would happen to them. Then next morning they went into battle and were separated. Then at 10:00 a.m. he saw Earl for a minute and asked how was you Earl and Earl said he was afraid something is going to happen for I was never so happy. In 10 minutes Earl was dead. I moved to Idaho and one day I got a phone call. The Harper family wanted me to speak at the funeral as they were shipping Earl home. After the funeral Arch called me and said I am ready for baptism, though I think he was already in the church. He later was made Bishop of Trenton Ward and was a very faithful man. Alfred Chambers was made President of the Stake. Ruby Harper married Joseph Nielsen in the Logan Temple. The old gentlemen Harper became very active in the church. P. S. Am very sorry I did not keep dates, C. M. Collett Paragraphs and part of paragraphs written without dates from cut up pieces of paper. Church Service As for church service, I was chosen Y.M.M.A. Librarian, the offices agreed to prepare off the lessons so anyone failing who was assigned could be replaced to give the lesson. 15 February 1896, was ordained an Elder by President Charles Glines. In Brigham I was 1st and 2nd counselors in the Bishopric, spent four years as chairman of the 8th ward High Priest also the teacher. I was a teacher in the Sunday school in the senior adult class in the fourth ward and after ward division in the 8th ward. I was released and retired from Sunday school teaching three years ago making 58 years service. I was ordained one of the Seventy Presidents of the 17th quorum; other members were Rue Miles, William Hillyard, James Roskelley, John Plowman and Dr. Ralph T. Merrill. I was ordained by J. Golden Kimball on 12 November 1912, at Richmond, Utah, Benson Stake. I was the Seventy President of the 63rd Quorum of the Seventy for eight years; but was always retained as a Sunday school teacher. I spent 40 years teaching Mutual and Priesthood classes and 46 years as a home teacher. I had quite an experience once, I built an outside toilet for a large old lady and she insisted she must sit on the seat and I mark around her so as to get the hole large enough. Another time while in Nampa, Idaho, I rented a house from a Frenchman and his wife insisted on sitting on an outside water toilet to show me how it worked. Another lovely trip we had into Mexico was with Viola and Harold. They had friends in El Paso and the six of us went across the border into Juarez. It was a fascinating trip. We all got a kick out of Nora as she dashed from one thing to another; she was so elated and had such a good time. In Grass Valley California, it was snowing. Elda Kachevie (Fannie’s daughter) has been here two weeks waiting on us. She flew in by plane has a return ticket. An Irishman once on a train, the conductor said, “A wreck, this train is going to hell”. The Irishman yelled, “Let her go”. I got a return ticket. Charles Merrill Collett died on 27 February 1969, in Salt Lake City, Utah, and is buried in the Smithfield Cemetery by his wife and his parents. Charles Collett was sick much of his life because he and some of his seven brothers were hemophiliacs. Thank you Grandpa!

Life timeline of Charles M Collett

1875
Charles M Collett was born on 6 Jun 1875
Charles M Collett was 14 years old when The Eiffel Tower is officially opened. The Eiffel Tower is a wrought iron lattice tower on the Champ de Mars in Paris, France. It is named after the engineer Gustave Eiffel, whose company designed and built the tower.
Charles M Collett was 21 years old when George VI of the United Kingdom (d. 1952) George VI was King of the United Kingdom and the Dominions of the British Commonwealth from 11 December 1936 until his death in 1952. He was the last Emperor of India and the first Head of the Commonwealth.
Charles M Collett was 33 years old when Ford puts the Model T car on the market at a price of US$825. Ford Motor Company is an American multinational automaker headquartered in Dearborn, Michigan, a suburb of Detroit. It was founded by Henry Ford and incorporated on June 16, 1903. The company sells automobiles and commercial vehicles under the Ford brand and most luxury cars under the Lincoln brand. Ford also owns Brazilian SUV manufacturer Troller, an 8% stake in Aston Martin of the United Kingdom, and a 49% stake in Jiangling Motors of China. It also has joint-ventures in China, Taiwan, Thailand, Turkey, and Russia. The company is listed on the New York Stock Exchange and is controlled by the Ford family; they have minority ownership but the majority of the voting power.
Charles M Collett was 37 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.
Charles M Collett was 54 years old when Babe Ruth becomes the first baseball player to hit 500 home runs in his career with a home run at League Park in Cleveland, Ohio. George Herman "Babe" Ruth Jr. was an American professional baseball player whose career in Major League Baseball (MLB) spanned 22 seasons, from 1914 through 1935. Nicknamed "The Bambino" and "The Sultan of Swat", he began his MLB career as a stellar left-handed pitcher for the Boston Red Sox, but achieved his greatest fame as a slugging outfielder for the New York Yankees. Ruth established many MLB batting records, including career home runs (714), runs batted in (RBIs) (2,213), bases on balls (2,062), slugging percentage (.690), and on-base plus slugging (OPS) (1.164); the latter two still stand as of 2018. Ruth is regarded as one of the greatest sports heroes in American culture and is considered by many to be the greatest baseball player of all time. In 1936, Ruth was elected into the Baseball Hall of Fame as one of its "first five" inaugural members.
Charles M Collett was 64 years old when Adolf Hitler signs an order to begin the systematic euthanasia of mentally ill and disabled people. Adolf Hitler was a German politician, demagogue, and Pan-German revolutionary, who was the leader of the Nazi Party, Chancellor of Germany from 1933 to 1945 and Führer ("Leader") of Nazi Germany from 1934 to 1945. As dictator, Hitler initiated World War II in Europe with the invasion of Poland in September 1939, and was central to the Holocaust.
Charles M Collett was 70 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.
Charles M Collett was 80 years old when Disneyland Hotel opens to the public in Anaheim, California. The Disneyland Hotel is a resort hotel located at the Disneyland Resort in Anaheim, California, owned by the Walt Disney Company and operated through its Parks, Experiences and Consumer Products division. Opened on October 5, 1955, as a motor inn owned and operated by Jack Wrather under an agreement with Walt Disney, the hotel was the first to officially bear the Disney name. Under Wrather's ownership, the hotel underwent several expansions and renovations over the years before being acquired by Disney in 1988. The hotel was downsized to its present capacity in 1999 as part of the Disneyland Resort expansion.
Charles M Collett died on 27 Feb 1969 at the age of 93
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