History of Evelyn Peterson Hansen
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My mother, Evelyn Peterson, was born November 15, l908 in Logan, Cache, Utah. Her father was Louis Christian Peterson who was born December 31, 1880 in Logan, Cache. Utah, the son of Hans Christian Peterson and Caroline R. M. Nielsen. Her mother was Permelia (Millie) Smith, born in in Smithfield, Cache, Utah on December 17 1884 to Jonathan Heber Smith and Alice Done.
Evelyn was the 4th child and 4th daughter to be born to her parents. The children are Phyllis. Alice Valoy, Blanche, Evelyn (my mother). Elaine, Louis Smith, and George Russel.
Mother was blessed on March 7. 1909 by George Done, Jr. in Smithfield
While mother was very small the family moved from Logan to the farm in Amalga, then called Trenton, for a short time, then moved to Smithfield. While in Smithfield they moved around quite a bit.
At the age of 6, her two older sisters and she were playing jump rope with a garden hose. Mother was jumping and they were turning. The heavy hose tripped her and she fell and broke her elbow. The first doctor that ever came to Smithfield, Dr. Merrill, gave her some chloroform and set it. She had to carry a bucket of rock nearly the rest of the summer to help straighten her arm out.
On March 3, l917, when she was 8 years old, she was baptized in the Smithfield First Ward font by George Done, Jr.
In the spring of 1917, the family moved back to Amalga. It still being cold and snowy, they moved in a sleigh. Her dad warmed bricks in the oven, then wrapped them in rags to keep their feet warm.
Right after they moved to Amalga, her Mother become very ill. She was so sick they moved her back to Smithfield so she could be close to a doctor. She died the 25th of May, 1917 of an enlarged liver and dropsy.
She left a baby only 3 months old. The other children ranged in age from 2 to 14. Mary Thornley, her mother's sister took Russell, the baby and cared for him until he was two years old.
They rode the school wagon over to Smithfield through all kinds of weather. In the winter, they rode in a sleigh with a little oil heater that they all crowded around to try and keep warm. They also took a warm brick to put their feet on. After about 3 years, a school house was built in Amalga which they attended. Most of the kids rode horses to school, but mother lived close enough to walk.
While they were children on the farm, they never had any toys to play with so they made their own fun by playing hopscotch, mumble peg, and kick the can. The used to rob the sparrow nests in the barn and make mud pies out of the eggs. Once they even made a real cake out of bird eggs and ate it. Mother used to always go fishing down on the slew with her older sister Blanche, but they usually got a licking for it because they weren't suppossed to go down by the river. One night when the children were home alone, they saw a mouse run out of a hole in the wall. They wanted some fun so they plugged the hole up so the mouse couldn"t get back in. After a scramble they caught the mouse and tied a string on its tail. They'd let it run back in the hole and then pull it out by the string. They moved the old cupboard and found a whole bunch of mice. They tied strings on all of them and for great fun turned the cat in.
The kids had to help with the farm work. They tromped hay, drove the derik horse and weeded the beets and potatoes. In the fall when harvesting potatoes, they had to help pick them up.
All the kids had to help with the housework. Phyllis was the oldest and she quit school to help take care of the kids. She used to cook big meals for the thrasher, and the other kids had to help and do all the dishes afterwards. Phyllis took right over and mothered the family after their mother's death She sacrificed a lot for her brothers and sisters.
In 1920. mother's father married Edith Idell Harmon Hulse. They were sealed in the Logan Temple. She brought one child, a daughter named Elaine, to the family. They called her Little Elaine because mother's younger sister ,Elaine, was already in the family.
After a short time, her father went to California. After finding a job, he sent for the family.
Mother attended 8th grade in Inglewood California.
Edith never did take to the children in her new family She would alway pull dirty tricks on the girls to get them in trouble with their Dad. One night the girls wanted to go to a dance. They asked their dad if it was all right. He said " yes, if you clean up the kitchen when you come home". Off they went. After a fun time at the dance, they came home, looked into the kitchen and it was all clean. They went to bed. In the morning their dad yanked them out of bed and started beating them because the kitchen was a mess. Come to find out Edith had hid the dirty dishes under the sink. She waited until morning and spread them out all over the kitchen just to get them in trouble. This is just one of many bad experiences the family had because of Edith. It got so bad that their dad about beat Blanche to death for talking back to him. She was eventually sent back to Utah, and shortly mother and the rest of the kids were put a train headed to Utah. This was a frightening experience that she never forgot being responsible for her little sister and 2 younger brothers all the way from California. She was really pleased and relieved when her brother in law and a cousin met the train is SLC and got the kids. All the kids lived with Phyllis and Fred until they were married and on their own.
Mother graduated from the Smithfield Jr. High in May of 1924. In September of 1924 she married Harold Gamet Hansen.
These experiences were told to me by my mother Evelyn Peterson Hansen. MarJean Petersen (daughter)
I remember Mama
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I remember waking up early in the morning, while we lived in Amalga, to find Mother missing. After a hollar "Mama" and no answer, I'd venture outside. There I'd find Mama in the raspberries. I don't remember ever having a garden, but Mama always had her raspberry patch. It consisted of two rows of raspberry plants and two black cap bushes. Mama would be there with a big brimmed straw hat, Dad's long sleeve blue shirts, and a Crisco can (they had metal handles in those days), tied around her waist with an old belt or a dish towel.
It would take her a little over an hour, depending on how thick the berries were to cover the patch. I remember thinking "why does she do this out in the hot sun?" It wasn't worth it to me, a lazy daughter. The berries were either enjoyed by the family with canned milk and sugar, or Mama would make them into jam. When Mama made jam , it was the cooked kind. If I remember right, she used equal parts crushed berries and sugar and cooked them very slowly, stirring constantly, until they thickened up. Mama's raspberry jams was always just a little bit better than most because she would add a few of those black caps to flavor it.
I think Mama really enjoyed her time in the raspberry patch. She never got discouraged out there. It was like a get-away for her. Besides nothing made her happier than feediing her family good food. A memory by her daughter MarJean. 1997