Life Story of Felix Beutler
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Life Story of Felix Beutler
In compiling the life story of Felix Beutler, I, Irene Beutler Schwartz, have made an honest effort to put together the writings he had written in a coherent style which will follow in sequence, as he had intended it should be. Several of the topics he had written at different times, but when added up make for a more complete story.
I have considered it a great blessing to have had my finger tips in the personal writings of our father, Felix Beutler. He was self-educated in the English language. The grammatical errors, errors in sentence structure and in the spelling of words were different, but which brought to life the several memories we have and should treasure about him.
In many areas of history he only wrote a sentence or two, so I have taken it upon myself to enlarge upon some of the things he merely mentioned. I have also added specific things about this story which had not been mentioned at all and which I felt would give the posterity of Father Felix a more clear insight into the character and personality of this great progenitor. His own written words are enclosed in quotation marks.
Not nearly as much importance was stressed then about keeping a journal or writing a story of one’s life, but Felix Beutler sensed the importance of getting something written about his life, especially after the death of his beloved companion., Margaritha in 1932. A drawer full of trial and error papers were in his desk and were only discovered after his death. From these written papers about his life, we, his children and his relatives can get a glimpse into his desires and ambition to do the Lord’s will which should inspire us to carry on from the good beginning and example he gave of the purpose of our existence in this earth life.
Felix Beutler was born in Ruderswil, Bern, Switzerland on 16 June 1866. He was the fourth child of Peter Beutler and Maria Aeschlimann. There were ten children born to this couple as follows:
Felix (#1 died as a child, age 2 years and nine months)
Felix (#2 my father)
Anna Elisabeth (died at age ten months)
Adolf Ernst (died at age 7)
Adolf Victor (who changed his name to Butler after going into the photography business back east. His name was used as E. V. Butler, which probably sounded more Americanized and more convenient to spell for people who patronized his business.)
Felix Wrote about His Early Life
“I was a sickly baby and took convulsions. When I was three or four years old we were living at Ruegsau and I fell into the creek and a wash woman pulled me out by the hair.”
“Another time there was a flood and my mother carried me out of the house to a boat.”
“I can remember when I was just a young boy I lay in my cradle sick. My parents held a burned pigeon feather under my nose to me well or better. (probably this method was used to made the fumes of the burned feather relieve the stuffed up head from a head cold.) As I lay in my cradle I can still see the big bass violin hanging up on the ceiling above the sandstone oven.”
(The bass violin Felix wrote about was an eighteen pound violin that his father, Peter Beutler had made. Peter was a wood-turner by trade and made a number of items from wood, including the bass violin. He and his brothers were talented musicians and went from place to place entertaining and playing for dances in the saloons.)
School Days of Father Felix
In writing about his school days it is recorded thus:
“As we were living in Walkringen, I had my first schooling. I was six or seven years old. I didn’t like school because I was very bashful. However, I finished the eighth grade.”
“At Aeschli by Thun we had a woman teacher. She would put mouse traps on our noses and tied dish rags on our mouths. I did not like school. I shirked all I could.”
The family moved about a great deal as Father Peter went wherever he could to secure work to provide for his growing family. My family moved to Oberhofen:
“I liked school here, but was not able to attend much because of sickness I had after going swimming.”
“When I was about 13 years old in Oberhofen, I went swimming with some other boys. I could not swim well so they left me where we started from. I stayed there and tried my best until I thought it was time for me to go home. When I came home my mother asked me if I was frightened or sick because I looked so pale. I know there was something wrong with me, but I didn’t want to make her worry. From then on, however, I was sick for about three years. I spent two years in the hospital and one at home.”
As told by my father: “The hospital was situated on the very bank of the Tunnersee or Sea by Thun (as we would call a lake). “I had a good time while in the hospital. I did a great deal of fishing by putting my fishing pole out of the window and caught fish from my hospital bed. The hospital was kept up by the more well to do people of the community and was free to those who could not afford to pay for services.”
Quoting on conversion to the Gospel of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints:
“I remember when I was a little boy about nine years old, Elder Schiess came to our place where we, the Beutler family, were living, Biglen, by Schwanden Co., Bern, Switzerland. As the Gospel was taught to my parents they became interested and were baptized by John Schiess on the 17th of January 1875, in the dead of winter and there was ice on the water.”
“From then on my parents did their duty as well as they could and understood it, but they found lots of tribulations and opposition from other sects.”
“They didn’t get us children baptized yet for they thought it better not to while we were going to school. It was awful at that time the way the people were after the Mormons.” (Referred to the persecution.)
At another writing:
“They thought it best not to have us children baptized until later on. As time passed our family moved from place to place. Through this moving and Brother Schiess being released we got lost. (Lost contact with the Church. This was probably another reason that the children were not baptized”. There was not always a branch of the Church in the vicinity where they lived and from time the missionaries were released after having served the two or three years.)
“But after we moved to Oberhofen by Thun (near Thun), Brother Biessegger came and started us up again and from then on, that is my parents, became faithful members of the Church of Jesus Christ of latter-Day Saints. None of us children were baptized yet. The time went until I was eighteen years old.” (Thanks to Brother Biessegger who took a special interest in the Beutlers to fellowship them and bring them into activity.)
Card No. 18757Branch record of members of the Thun Branch of the L.D.S. Thun Kt., Bern, Switzerland.
Film—Switz 2----1854 to 1940. Filmed from original records now in the Historians office, Salt Lake City
Part 10Utah, States:
Felix Beutler –Age 19—from Allemendingen (near Thun)—born 16-6-1866---baptized by Th. Biessegger and confirmed by John Teuscher.
Salome Beutler –Age 12—from Allemendingen—Born 7-4-1872 at Walkringen. Baptized by Th. Biessegger. Confirmed by Biessegger—Glutschbach (Creek or Sea).
An account of his baptism as written by Felix: “I was eighteen years old and John Kunz was our missionary and he was after us to get baptized. Salome and I were working in the Sled Factory when our mother told us one night that we would be baptized. Soon the missionaries came to get us. My parents, Salome and myself, I don’t remember if there was any more or not, but I do remember how dark it was. You couldn’t see your hand in front of you. We went to the woods. I did not know where we were going only that we were going to get baptized in the creek.”
The missionaries had a place picked out. So we went until we made our way into a place of thick timber. When we came to the creek the missionaries gave us instructions and baptized us. We did not want anyone to know about this or the mob would drive us apart.
After we went home has acquired as possible and were ordained (meaning confirmed). We were not allowed to hold meetings and the landlord went so far as to tell my parents if any meetings were held at our place and we would have to leave.
(Writing about the mob. There were those who opposed the LDS missionaries that were preaching the Gospel of Jesus Christ. The spirit of the adversary was influencing the people against the Mormon missionaries. Those who were willing and anxious to listen to the message of the Elders were persecuted in many ways. False stories were circulated which was a difficult trial for those who gave heed to the word of god through his servants.)
It seemed that each member of the Beutler family secure work after finishing their eight grades in school. Often these young people were hired in the different places so they could help support their families.
“I worked at the Sled Factory to make sleds like the school children had at that time. I put the frames on this sleds. My sister worked there too. When I was about 20 years old I went to work in the Laboratory or Ammunition Factory in Thun until I emigrated. I had better pay there and it was much cleaner. The Laboratory is a factory where they manufactured ammunition, big bullets, cannons and small bullets for army rifles”.
The record records that Adolf Ernest, a brother to Felix, was born 29 November 1878. He died at the age of seven years and nine months on 27 August 1886. Felix was saddened by the death of his younger brother:
Quote: “My dear little brother died of croup and he was a very bright, good boy. He was seven years old. I remember him bringing me my dinner (lunch) when I was working in the Laboratory or Ammunition Factory”.
“In 1889 I was getting ready to emigrate with the help of my Gottlieb Berger, who is now my brother-in-law. My sister, Maria, emigrated to Bear Lake, Idaho a year earlier in 1888 and was married to Gottlieb Berger in the Logan temple 19 September 1888.”
“The fare to this country by third class passenger was $82.00. Gottlieb sent me $40.00 and Widow Karolina, a friend to our family, sent me $40.00. She was living in Logan, Utah and I was to pay them their money back later.”
“It was on the 3rd of June 1889 when I left my ‘Heimat,’ my old country home.
Felix took voyage on ”Zebra,” a north sea ship. They were on the ship 20 days, having had his 23rd birth anniversary 19th of June on the ship. While on the ship they soon became acquainted with other young people were also converts to the church and were emigrating to Zion. Third class passengers were on the under- water floor of the ship. However it was their privilege to go up on deck when they desired, but they were restricted from going to associate with passengers who were traveling first or second class. Third class passengers slept on bunk beds, several bunks being in the same room. However, the boys and girls sleeping sections were separated.
Gleaning from the writings about the trip: there were three boys and two girls from Emmenthal. One of the girls’ was engaged to Christian Fuller, a missionary from Paris, Idaho. Christian was on his mission and sent her home ahead of him. The other girl was to marry John Fluckiger, another missionary from Star Valley, Idaho.
“We had a good trip. There were some girls that were good company for us they loved to see me and have a good time. I wished it would last longer.”
From another writing:
“I had good company on my way here with boys and girls to sing with and be glad to come to this country. I arrived in Salt Lake City too quick. When I arrived there the others went to other places, some to Logan, Bear Lake or Star Valley. Many of the Swiss people were good singers and socializers. Father brought his accordion with them. He had a beautiful tenor voice and loved to participate in singing and yodeling. You can rarely realize why you wrote of the good times he had.
The food for third class passengers was not as good as they liked, but they made out pretty well by making the good old home style “brechli soupe” (bread soup). Father wrote: “We would help each other to get the soup made by getting the water from the engine room and the butter out of the barrels in the storeroom. The butter was yellow as could be. We used it also to grease our shoes.
Recipe for Brechli Soupe
Several slices of bread work were broken into cubes. Then the cubes were browned to crisply in the butter. Water was added to make up medium thick soup. This was cooled some so the several beaten eggs would not curdle as they were slowly added to the brown bread mixture. The soap was reheated and seasoned. This was a very nourishing and delicious soup and helped to satisfy their hunger pains. Try it!
Arrangements were made by letter for the Blauers to meet the train when Felix would arrive. The Blauer family were acquainted with the Beutlers in their former homeland of Switzerland. Mr. Blauer and his daughter met the train at the Salt Lake train station.
“Blauer lived in the 22nd ward upon the hill and on our way up there he went to Mrs. Freda Ellsberg place and she fixed us something to eat. Then we went on to Blauers. Mr. Blauer put a lamp in the window sill in the side room. It must have been about 10:00 PM. When I opened the door of the curtain came in contact with the coal oil lamp (kerosene) and it was not long until the while whole house was on fire. It was only half an hour or so and all was burned, my grip (commonly known to us as a suitcase), and my accordion with it. All of furniture of Blauers except a bed tick and $40.00 in money.
We were invited to stay with the neighbor for a few days. The people were good to Blauer. He said many times that he had more than he had before. The house where Blauers lived was just rented.
I also remember father telling of the four strong fire engine that came to give assistance.
Felix continued: I got a job as soon as possible, about two or three weeks later with a man by the name of Rupp, a German. He had a farm in Cottonwood and was a good man when he was not drunk. He would drink whenever he had a chance. He wanted me to sign a contract for a year, but I was advised not to as he was a poor paymaster. I stayed there only that month. I was to get $15.00 a month.
I now went to work for Mr. Wagner and his Beer Brewery and also helped with chores, helped take care of the cows and pigs. The Beer Brewery was in Cottonwood or Emigration Canyon. I liked the place, but did not think it was right thing for me to work for a beer brewer when I paid $82.00 to emigrate to Zion.
Again he wrote: At the Wagner’s Beer Brewery I had all the beer I wanted, but I did not think it wise to leave the good old ‘Schweitzerland’ where we were told not to drink alcohol and go to work in and drink it here.
I now worked all summer, but I was homesick and wrote to Maria Berger, my sister, was living in Bear Lake and asked her if I might get work over there. So I got the urge to go to Bear Lake in hopes that I could get work there. I did not care so I took the train to Logan. I stayed with Brother Egg in the Logan fourth ward, waiting for a chance to go with someone to Bear Lake. It would have cost me $7.00 to go to Montpelier by train. Three or four days later two men from Providence, with their teams and wagons were going to Bear Lake. Brother Biesegger was one of man, as I remember. They gave me a ride as far as Liberty, Idaho. (From the writing it is evident that the route they took by wagon was the via Preston, Idaho, up through Mink Creek and on through Strawberry Canyon.)
They told me which way to go. I left my little trunk in a little house and started off to walk to where my sister lived in Paris. It was about 10 miles further on from Liberty.
It was the about the 1st of November in 1889. There were two or three inches of snow on the ground. A boy came along from the same direction and asked me if I wanted to ride his horse with him. He asked me where I was going. I gave him to understand as good as I could. So off we went. I never rode much before and he was going “to beat the band.” An expression used to express a very fast Gallup. Well, he let me off the horse it and I was glad to do so.
(This was probably the first time father had been on a horse. At any rate, he was not accustomed to writing even a short, fast ride as he clung on behind this was about as much as he could take.)
I called in that house to ask where Gottlieb Beutler lived. As I was outside of the house I heard them having their family prayer in German That made me feel better. I knocked on the door when they were through and ask in German were Gottlieb Berger lived. It was about a block further on. I was happy to see my brother-in-law and sister, Maria.
Can you imagine what a happy reunion this must have been for father and Aunt Maria (Mary) Berger to be associated again. Father would now be compelled to make new acquaintances and find suitable employment. This must have given him concern as he still was not able to speak or understand the English language. A Swiss emigrant, Henry Tuescher, had a shoe repair shop and offered to give father the opportunity to use his tools and learn the trade as he went along.
Thus father wrote: I worked for Teuscher four or five months. Then Teuscher was called on a mission, as luck would have it. (Here father was thinking that again he would have to find another way of making a living.) Tuescher thought I could keep on with the Schumacher trade and let me use his tools. I was soon out of leather and money too.
Then I left and went to Dingle Dell, east of Montpelier, to get work on the section for the Oregon Short Line. I worked nearly three years and was able to pay my debts off and help my sister and my dear folks to emigrate until all were emigrated.
(To make proper connection so the entire story will be unraveled in order of their happening as nearly as possible, I, Irene, have written several facts given in brief which are more detailed in the Peter Beutler story.)
In 1890, fourteen year old Lisette, a sister, emigrated with some Mormon missionaries.
In 1981 Peter Beutler, his wife Maria, with their youngest child, nine year old son, Adolf Victor, emigrated to Bear Lake where three other children were living, Maria, Felix and Lisette.In August 1893, a brother, Gottfried Beutler, his wife, Marianne and five children emigrated to Bear Lake.
The Beutler relatives were a united group and were unselfishly concerned with each others’ welfare. They each did everything possible to help members of their family to get situated or to help them find employment. Times and conditions were most difficult at best. I feel sure that being united in their efforts with love and concern brought gladness and comfort to their hearts.
With that happiness they experience trials and reverses came too, but they met them with courage and determination. The real test of faith was evidenced when Father Peter was taken in death 30 November 1893. This ordeal came as unexpected shock, one of discouragement and sadness for the Beutler family. The express purpose of leaving their home beloved homeland in Switzerland was because they had been convinced through the Holy Ghost that what the missionaries had preached was true. They were looking forward to going to the Holy Temple and receiving the blessings of ‘Eternal Life and Exultation’ that would be available for themselves and their family members. Our dear progenitor, Peter Beutler, was buried in Paris, Bear Lake County, Idaho.
Changes came about after the death of Father Peter. Felix could see no future in working on the railroad. He was anxious to get something of his own and be his own boss. He probably thought of making a home for his widowed mother, too.
As written by Felix: “I thought I would do all right by getting a team of horses and wagon and take up some land. I took up ¼ section of land upon the side hill north of Paris. I did a foolish trick by taking a planned and built a little house on it. The land was not good.”
Father was discouraged after a time. The seasons were short and the land didn’t prove to be too productive. Their farm equipment was very inadequate. Before the grain had a chance to ripen the crop froze.
Then in 1895 two of the families, Gottlieb Beutler and Maria B. Berger with three children, and the Gottfried Beutler family with seven children moved to Cache Valley where a more favorable climate existed and they felt it would be a more suitable place to make a home for their growing families.
It was about this time that the children saw fit to locate mother Maria with her young son, E.V., in a small home in a small home in Logan, Utah, which was then a part of the Logan Fifth ward. There were times that two more of the children, Felix and Lisette came back to live with their mother when they were out of work.
In this humble home another daughter, Salome who had worked as housekeeper for the section hands and had made friends with Phillip beck, the boss of the crew came from Bear Lake and chose to be married in the home of Mother Maria on the 25th of February 1895 or 1896. I feel sure this was another joyous occasion as some of the loved ones gathered in Mother Marie’s humble home to witness the marriage and get congratulations as Phillip and Salome began their life together. Their thoughtfulness of coming to the home of Mother Maria brought joy and gladness to her for their having recognized another opportunity to bring happiness into her life.
Mother Maria partakes of temple blessings
Further happiness came to Mother Maria on the 16th of June 1897 when the secret urge she held in her heart was to be fulfilled. She was favored to partake of the sacred temple endowment. About one month later in July 1897, and added glorious occasion came about when Mother Maria’s eldest son, Gottfried was then prepared to act as proxy for Father Peter in doing the endowment work in his behalf. This beautiful ordinance was climaxed by Gottfried acting as proxy for his father, Peter and Mother Maria and melt at the altar for herself. Thus they were sealed as husband and wife for time and all eternity, which was a most glorious and blessed privilege.
Mother Maria’s Death
Just eight months after this blessed event of Mother Maria being sealed to her beloved husband another sad trial came to the Beutler family when their beloved mother passed away quite suddenly at her home in Logan, Utah on 7 February 1898. As told by her daughter Salome-after a few days illness with pneumonia and an extremely bad cataarh cough which took her life quite unexpectedly. She was fairly young - sixty-one years of age. This was a difficult trial for the children and especially Adolf Victor, who was not yet fifteen years of age. Mother Maria was laid to rest in the Logan Cemetery, Cache County, Utah.
A Blessing in Disguise
Felix continues his writings;
“In the spring of 1898 I lost my team. I was intending to go back to Bear Lake the next day to get my crop in on the land I was proving upon. I watered by horses late at night and the next morning they were gone. I went to look for them here and there until fall. Then I went back to work on the section for Phillip Beck, who was now my brother-in-law. He was very good to me. He helped me so that I got a section in Cokeville, Wyoming – that is I got to be section boss. (As I remember Father Felix telling about the above incident, he firmly believed that a definite blessing came to him by being forced to go back to work on the railroad. It came about that that was how he became acquainted with a lovely young Swiss girl who later became his wife.)
Margaritha is Hired by Salome Beck
Phillip beck’s wife, Salome Beutler Beck, had many responsibilities as a wife and mother. She did the cooking for the section crew plus she had her own duties of rearing a family of young children along with giving support to her husband. It became necessary that she should secure the help of a hired girl. She contacted her relatives in Logan about her problem. Her sister, Maria, knew of a Swiss emigrant girl who needed a home and steady work. Margaritha von Niederhausern was hired and she went to Cokeville, Wyoming to take over her new job.
Felix Beutler was closely connected with the Beck family as he boarded with them. He soon became aware and recognized the worthy attributes of this young Swiss girl. She was very quick and immaculate in performing her household tasks or looking after the needs of the Beck children. Margarith was rather shy and reserved, but as time went on conditions changed somewhat as her attention to Felix became more intimate and the gradually became better acquainted.
At that time there were no opportunities you go places because of distance and transportation was not available. Their dating and courting needs were from fulfilled after the evening meal was over as they joyously did the evening meal dishes together. They only had the competitive clang of the dishes to interrupt their friendly chatter. There were times that they felt they needed more private seclusion. The large pantry had a flower box that gave them a place to enjoy more privacy occasionally.
In the fall of 1901 Felix and Margaritha were making plans to be married, which meant they would now need to make some important decisions. There were members of the Beutler family now located in Greenville in a farming area and Felix was anxious to put their savings into some land. He thought that Greenville would be an ideal location. Margaritha’s father and mother were living in Logan with some of Margaritha’s younger brothers and sisters. It proved to be a convenient location to be nearer to her family, too.
Having received their recommends to go to the Holy Temple of God I am sure that on the 8th day of January 1902, when Felix and Margaritha entered the Logan Temple to be married they were thrilled and happy to have this blessed privilege to be married and sealed for ‘Time and all Eternity,’ by one having authority to do this sacred ordinance.
Elder Thomas Morgan performed the marriage ceremony. Father wrote: I got married to Margaritha von Niederhausern 8 January 1902 in the Logan temple.
Savings Put to Good Use
When I started I had $900 and Mama had $200. I had been getting $1.45 a day. I think Mama had $3.00 a week. I had to pay $15.00 a month for board and room, but I put every dollar I possibly could in the bank. After we got married we were just as economical and we could possibly be. That’s why we got along so well.
When spring open up Father Felix was up and at it. He bought land in Greenville, Utah about ½ miles north of where his brother, Gottfried, was living.
He continued: First I bought about 40 acres of land with the agreement that my two brothers-in- law, Samuel feller and Emil Moser and my brother Gottfried would each by five acres. I only had 25 acres left. I was afraid to have too much debt. I paid $500 down. It cost me $50.00 an acre. I was to pay $100 dollars each year. The first year we could not pay more than $50 dollars. The second year we paid $300 dollars so that made us feel better.
The down payment of $500 dollars was a good beginning and that day. However, added to this it would have been necessary to get some kind of a home built and probably buy some animals including a cow or two off to make for some regular income. I have known in my lifetime of the thriftiness and good management of my father and mother so I feel good about saying that they were prepared to prosper and build on the assets to provide for a livelihood.
Mother was happy about their decision to come back from Bear Lake country and come to Cache Valley to make their home. He wrote:
We were not here in Greenville very long when I was asked to sell my placed in Paris, Bear Lake County, Idaho or given it away. It was required by the government for anyone taking up land that they were expected to live on the land a certain number of days each year. I told them I would sell it for $50.00. I would rather have one acre of land here in Cache Valley then a whole quarter section of land in Bear Lake. I didn’t feel I wanted property in Bear Lake any longer. I had been there about 10 years too long for my own good.
After we were married we lived in one room of my brother, Gottfried’s home until we could get one built of our own.
Building of our sweethearts nest
Felix wrote: We used to walk straight over from Gottfried’s through the fields when we were building our one room home. There was not much as much as a board on the place. My brother Gottfried helped me or I better say I helped him. I was not very good at building yet. My dear ‘Grittli’ (that is what I called her) helped me put the dobbies in all the walls. I wanted to make it warm.
(Dobbies were clay-made bricks with a mixture of lime which were shaped as bricks and thoroughly dried and put into the walls as insulation.)
When the project was completed they had living quarters of one large room. Above it was an unfinished attic room to be completed when they could better afford it. They were looking ahead and planning for a family.
We lived as happy as the works in one room home. We soon had to extend onto it.
(The above sentence revealed that living in the one room terminated in a reasonably short time and they did the second building project of making additions to the one room which they made into a more comfortable home.)
I feel sure that Felix and Margaritha were as happy as lark’s. Mother had been raised in a farming mountainous area in Guggisberg, Switzerland. Her father owned about 130 acres of land which was considered a large farm in Switzerland. Margaritha was the second child in the Niederhausern family so she had become experienced in helping in many areas on the farm which included feeding and herding of the farm animals when needed, along with the many household duties. Much of the field work was done by hand as there was no available machinery to speak of at that time. It became necessary for every member of her family to do their share of the work as they grew up, even though her father hired a number of men at the heavier planting and harvesting times. Margaritha was well prepared for her role in life and willingly worked inside or in the field.
Father Felix is beat operations written by a son, Walter
(This writing reveals the help Mother Margaritha gave in the field when necessary.)
Father raised a few sugar beets, from 2 to 5 acres and Grandmother Niederhausern, mother and father thin them. Mother once said they used table forks when they first started to thin the beats. I remember Albert Berger (a cousin) was in our beets helping with the thinning one spring. We had a special little short handled ho,. 4 inches wide with which the little beets were scratched out, because the beets that were left should not be disturbed.
When harvest time came father would plow the beet loose with the subsoiler, or a sort of hand plough, with a heavy iron which went into the ground with a long shoe on it and this would loosen the beets then we would go along and pull the beets by hand and bump them together to knock off the dirt and throw them on the windrow about four rows on the side. I remember, I was five or six years old, Grandmother the Niederhausern, Mother and Father would sit on wooden blocks or boxes and cut the tops off with butcher knives and threw the beets into piles and cover them with tops to keep them from drying out.
They would haul them to the railroad or even to the factory in Logan, one or two trips a day as they would be loaded and unloaded by hand with the beat fork. They were hauled in a regular wagon box which was about 3 feet wide, 3 feet deep and about 12 feet long. They can load about 1 ½ tons to the load they would have to drive up to the side of the railroad car and pitch then into the car. A little later the company built platforms to drive upon so the wagon box would be about level with the top of the car.
One fall after weaver teenagers and Ernest was bigger and healthier than I, so the folks that, he hauled the beets. We finish the harvest of about five acres the day before Thanksgiving. With those narrow, high wheeled wagons we would get stuck about every load, it seemed, so we would load the wagon about half full and then be stuck again.
Building a Castle Home about 1905
The extending on to the one room home soon became a necessity and a reality. Our dear Uncle Phillip Beck much experienced in building construction which was a major part of his work on the railroad, willingly consented to help father on his building project. You can imagine what great happiness this brought to Felix to have such a skilled craftsmen to help them.
They first build a rocked-in the underground food storage cellar. An adequate kitchen was built on top of the storage cellar on the ground floor. And inside stairway lead down to the storage cellar. Another inside stairway led up to the unfinished attic which was finished also to use for the children's bedroom. On the east side of the house was an outside stairway that also led to the children's upstairs bedroom. Under the outside stairway, he leaned to shanty, or storage place was built to house the garden tools, the hand-powered washer, the wash scrubbing board, and other items to be put out of the way. The remainder of space was taken up with prepared cut-up kindling wood, nicely piled larger wood and a pile of coal in readiness for the cold blasts the winter storms that would come.
Most unique was a built-on porch that was built the entire length of the west and south sides of the house. The porch must have given the place for the children to play as a variation from the indoor activities which helped him to get rid of some of the built up energy that became necessary at times.
We made our Own Conveniences
As we grew up we were given responsibilities for learning and being obediently helpful. Some of the inside chores of some of us children was to help keep the reservoir filled with water, the coal bucket was kept full and wood box behind the stove was refilled which kept a constant burning of the fires for warmth and provide plenty of hot water in the reservoir and the tea kettle in the wintertime for household needs.
The ‘Castle Home’ was lighted from kerosene lamps. However, I remember when John Stettler and two of Mother’s brothers-in-law came to made plans for our new and larger more modern home in 1917, and it remains in my mind that visitors were enthusiastic in praise for the gas-hanging mantle lamp that lit up the combination living room as well as any electric light-another avenue of progressive endeavor which are parents seem to hold as a constant goal-that of adding improvements that were available.
In those days a few modern conveniences were to be had. The carpet in the combination living the master bedroom area was an overall pattern of colorful machine woven lengths about three or four foot widths which were sewed together. The carpet pad was home-made by placing a thick layer of straw or dried corn husks underneath at their regular house-cleaning time which took place twice a year in the early spring and again in the fall after the major part of the harvesting was over. An ordinary broom kept the litter and top dirt swept off as the electric vacuum cleaners were not available to most people at that time.
The cook range in the kitchen was fired with wood or coal and was used for cooking of meals, heating of water for washing of clothes, taking our weekly baths, and for heating of that particular section of the house. Most cook stove had an attached container reservoir which held about six gallons of water for household use. When the fire was started for cooking and meals, the reservoir water became heated for use as needed. Getting water was not merely done by turning a tap to draw water, but a few steps from our kitchen door, which led to the porch, to the gate, then down a few wooden steps to the canal to bring up a full bucket of water. One ordinary winter chore for father or one of the boys was to saw or chop a hole through the ice large enough to put a pocket down to the water and bring it up full. Another heating stove was kept fired in the winter time to keep the large combination room comfort of the warm.
WARD TEACHING AND THE NEWS
Felix Beutler had a testimony of the Gospel of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints. He diligently sought to keep the commandments my heeding to the words of our leaders in the church. He often took time to study the scriptures and enlarge his understanding on the principles of the Gospel. His callings or assignment's in the Church were important to him. Four years Felix Beutler served as a dependable and devoted ward teacher, as referred to in that day.
As long as I can remember the Albert Stauffer family lived in North Logan as our neighbors. Brother Stauffer was father's ward teaching companion during the many years that they did their word teaching together. Brother Stauffer was a tall raw-boned man with a ready chuckle and a sense of mischievous humor which made for a likable personality. My father was a small built man, but big in wisdom and a will to carry out his assignment in honor. Different in their physical makeup and also in temperament, but emerged into a complimentary pair of ward teachers. From a distance one recognized the long and the short of that pair of teachers as they dutifully carried out their assignment in a specified area each month. A “Mutt and Jeff” combination, for sure, as we learn that some folks had nicknamed this pair of ward teachers.
In those days of few telephones and very little access to the daily newspaper, we were most fortunate to have Brother Stauffer as a neighbor to keep us informed on the news of the town. He was a milk hauler and as he gathered the milk from the farmers in the North Logan area, with his spirited team of horses hitched to a narrow tire rim flat track wagon, he gather the news. He faithfully hauled the milk daily to the Agricultural College for processing and later to the Borden Milk Company in Logan. Brother Stauffer was a sociable neighborly, interested man. As a gather the news from the patrons on his route. Thus the North Logan people learn of the happenings in a small community from the “Early Morning News” as Brother Stauffer was so fittingly named.
Father wrote: we now had three nice rooms and a nice porch. We were happy as our children came one after another and so did my income increase.
The happiness that mother felt after their little home was completed, which she fittingly and lovingly called it her “Castle Home.” She had rehearsed to us that even a king and a queen with all the gold and riches couldn't have matched the happiness that she and her dear husband, Felix, felt as they worked and planed together for the needs of their family.
Mother Margaritha expressed appreciation for more of the conveniences that she enjoyed as they went along. Love and thankfulness was the essence of her thinking continuously.
Those who knew Mother Margaritha best admired her talent of keeping her home clean and in order always. He was a very nifty and neat housekeeper. She knew how to make her little home attractive and as many have said of her “she was so meticulously clean and particular.” Also those windows bulging with a lovely blooming geranium plants, the lacey crisp curtains that hung at the windows. Beautiful crocheted dollies and crocheted hedges on pillowcases of added to the beauty to this humble home.
Mother Margaritha took pride in raising a large prize vegetable garden along with the canning of home grown strawberries, raspberries, plums, pears, and apples, along with other purchased fruits. She always planned at a coop-full of laying hands. Each spring Mother pampered the clunkers with a dozen or so eggs under each to sit on and hatch into a new generation of laying hands and a goodly number of roosters to use fryers. If company came she was always prepared to fix a lovely lunch, etc.
1916 Planning for a New Home
The house pictured is the three room house that had been the law enlarged from the original one room home that father and his brother built when he was newly married. The canvas stretched or the wagon bows served as a playhouse for us children in the summertime. The canal that divided the barnyard from the house was a constant worry and raising the family. At the time this picture was taken my parents were making plans to build a new home. Since the picture of the four children on page 10 was taken, an addition of three children, Irene, Carl and Olga, which made a total of seven children who were born in the “Castle Home” up to that time.
Another son, Alma John, the eighth child was born 16 October 1916. This maid for a special occasion because Walter, the oldest child, was born 14 years before, to the day on 16 October 1902. A new baby brother for a birthday present? Nothing could have brought more joy for the family on that day.
With eight children and the parents, I feel sure that the walls of the “Castle Home” was at a standstill in expanding to provide a comfortable living for the growing family. Father wrote: the small house was not satisfactory anymore and we had a new one built in 1917. I have never been sorry, or it was a comfort many times and this yet. I hope it will always be to some of my children.
Father Felix and Mother Margaritha sensed this as they hired John Stettler as contractor with the help of two of Margaritha’s brothers-in-law, Ernest Stettler and Fred Glauser to build their new home. Our parents had worked hard and had put into savings for this anticipated project. They were anxious to bring contentment and happiness to the family. To no better use could they have put their savings at that time than the building of this lovely home which brought comforts and conveniences they had not previously enjoyed.
Father Felix and Mother Margaritha were pleased with the efforts of the contractors who made suggestions in the building of a convenient, lovely, substantial frame home. The whole face to south of the nice front porch which led into a two-room adjoining parlor and dining room. The two rooms were divided by two sliding doors. The doors offered an admirable convenience to open when they hosted large numbers of relatives or friends who gathered on special occasions, especially during the winter holidays.
Our parents occupied the master bedroom on the main floor. It was provided with a close closet and a convenient built in linen closet. Off from the bedroom was a screened in porch which was used as a summer bedroom which gave refuge from the summer heat.
A large kitchen with one wall of cabinet space for dishes, with drawers and cupboards to store necessary food items and other necessary items for housekeeping convenience. One portion of the cabinet was reserved as a cooler that had a flip open register which brought cool air from the outside when feasible. Several heavy metal large-holed screen shelves allowed cool air to circulate through the cooler which came up from the basement also, which kept the most perishable foods from immediate spoilage.
A sink, for washing of the dishes, with running cold and hot water was another convenience that was enjoyed in the new home. The hot water was heated by water jacket in the stove which connected to the water tank in the corner by the stove. A screen porch on the kitchen entrance became our summer and dining room for our family which was most pleasant.
The four bedrooms upstairs with close closets or luxury convenience for family of 10 people. A stairway in the center of the house which led to the upstairs hall had a decorative wood rail which gave protection and beauty to the upstairs area. The south and north room for large and roomy. The south bedroom was designed to be the boy's bedroom which was large enough for two full sized beds and other furniture. A south door opened to a small roof porch where we often shook the bedding and left it stretched over the railing to air out when the weather was favorable.
The dormer rooms on the east and west or occupied by the three girls. The lovely rooms that were air so airy and light that brought the glories of the season through three windows on the outside wall. The two windows on each and opened in a door like fashion with a gadget that could be screwed tight to hold the window in place without danger of slamming closed. This lovely arrangement of the windows brought in plenty of fresh air and fragrance of the seasons when they were opened. Our beds were comfortable and the bedding was kept meticulously clean always. The basement was provided with piped in water faucets of either hot or cold water that could be turned into the washer or their rents tubs. A drain outlet in the cement floor allowed for convenient emptying of the washer and rinse tubs.
Other areas were partitioned off to provide room for the story of canned fruits, jellies, jams, vegetables. Often times large earthen crocks were used to put a variety of preserves and jams in. Our apples for winter use were stored in a cool area of the fruit room. Another room was used for the storage of the garden produce such as potatoes, carrots, cabbage, beets, parsnips and onions. A coal and wood room gave place to fire up the furnace that brought the heat up from the large heat and between the dining room and parlor. A smaller register was provided in the corner of the dining room to allow heat to go to the upstairs hall to take the chill off and the bedrooms in the extreme cold weather.
Father also arrange the cement covered storage cistern or water to be built in the basement. The canal passed by near our backyard was the only means we had for our immediate water supply. When the cistern became on water, father let the screened pipe down to let the flow of water fill the cistern. However, extreme precaution was taken to fill a cistern in the early morning hours before the canal water was contaminated with rubbish or waste from those who lived above on the canal route. We survived miraculously well with no deaths or serious sickness.
Electric lines for electricity were not extended to the northern section of North Logan at that time. But, again father saw no point in waiting to get that convenience. He purchased a Delco Plant that generated electricity to do that provide lights, running of the water pump, and other appliances that we needed. When the power was gradually becoming weak the Delco Plant was started up to run for a few hours to supply another several days of electric power.
The dirty close chute that was built in our new home was a wonderful “step-saving” convenience. It began at the top of the stairs in the hall. A small door made it handy for the bedding or children’s dirty clothes to be put down the chute. Another small door, a continuation of the upstairs chute opened into the master bedroom on the main floor so the dirty clothes could be put in which led to the basement area with a clothes were taken out to be washed on washday.
This chute saved many steps and was a reminder to keep our dirty close picked up and put out of the way until they were washed.
However, the chute served another purpose, too, when their parents happened to be away. It was a lifesaver in keeping some of our young visitors, friends and cousins, occupied and provide a lot of fun as those daring boys slid down the entire length of chute from the upstairs small door opening to the basement. This was repeated until their attention was drawn to some other areas to continue their fun.
Children are children in each generation as this. As the saying it is written: “When the cat is away the mice will play.” Children are active, daring and sometimes even sneaky which is just a part of growing up. What a continuous lot of teaching and coaching it takes to bring them through these periods of foolish fun, but it was fun we shall never forget.
OUR DODGE CAR
After we were comfortably settled in our new home, father became anxious to update our mode of transportation for the comfort and blessing of the family. In 1918 he was able to purchase a Dodge car. On the 4th of July our parents decided to take a family trip in our new vehicle. The McComb family had been our neighbors for a number of years and were then making their home in Riverdale, Idaho. Riverdale was located on the lower elevation of Bear River a few miles north of Preston, Idaho which was about 35 miles distant from our home. The entire family was anxious to go and father had arranged that there was plenty of seating room by having Walter build a low narrow bench that fit between the two car seats which some of the children sat on to make adequate space for the entire family of eleven people.
(It may be well to remember that father was 52 years of age at that time and it was a new experience for him to drive motor powered vehicle which could have been frustrating and a bit nerve wracking too.)
We were happy family and we were most excited to ride in her new Dodge car with no cause for worry, having explicit faith in our father's driving as we enjoyed the fast moving scenery which took us merrily on our way. We arrived in Preston, Idaho and preceded north, but before we were to descend down to the lower elevation of the river it would require that we to take a winding dug-way road that was rather steep. Somehow father conceived the idea that he could save some gas by turning off the key and put the car in neutral gear. As we descended the steep grade, we were getting an unanticipated thrill--a thrill that was frightening. Our car picked up speed at every rod and we rounded the curves at accelerated speed! I don't know how others in our family reacted, but even at my young age I was frightened.
The McCombs home was located at the bottom of the dug-way. In my mind's eye I now pictured our car ramming into the house without stopping. But somehow the kind protecting hand of our Father in Heaven intervened and Father Felix was able to use the brake pedal to bring the car to an abrupt stop. We arrived--yes, arrived without accident and how thankful we should have been. After these many years I close my eyes and shudder when thinking about what could have happened.
When wintertime came there was no heating apparatus in our car, but we managed well. When the cold weather approached, we buckled on the side curtains to protect us from the direct cold and wind. At our feet we placed the warm bricks that had been warmed in the cook stove oven which helped to keep us comfortably warm and thankful for a luxury mode of transportation.
REMEMBERING CHRISTMAS AS A JOYOUS CELEBRATION
When we children were growing up, the weeks before Christmas were filled with secrets and busyness. Father Felix spent the long winter evenings in preparing for this Natal Day, which became most important to bring happiness and love to their children and others of our loved relatives as they came to visit us. Throughout the years Father Felix made use of his inborn talent in the carving of animals from wood. He put the finishing touches by boring small holes in which glued the real horse hair for the tales and manes. He glued leather ears and painted the different colored paint which gave the real IP of the different animals. At one time a good sized rocking horse became the envy of many children who came to our home. Also, the small built barn with the spool pulleys and a stout string rope fastened to the wire hay fork which took the hay up into the hay barn which became a thrill for the younger boys to play with.
Father Felix made most of the household furniture for the girls, such as doll beds or cradles, table and chairs, the cupboard and other items which gave such pleasure of imitating mother in keeping house. In the summer time the wagon bows were fastened securely in the ground and covered with the large canvas for a summer playhouse. There we joyously used our small items of furniture in keeping house and having our daily play dinners.
Mother did her part in sewing, crocheting, knitting articles for our dolls and also made articles of clothing that they were needed for the children of the family. It became a tradition for each of the three girls to receive a new dress that our dear mother had painstakingly sewed as one of our Christmas presents. Secretly the presence were put in a sack and were hidden in the hay loft under the hay until Christmas Eve or Christmas morning when Santa arrived with his bulging bag and ringing of sleigh bells to bring joy, happiness and Christmas merriment into our home.
We later learned that our neighbor, Grandpa Ed Baur who lived a mile or so down through the fields was disguised as our Santa Claus. His natural light whiskered face and his own white beard did not reveal his identity because he did such a marvelous job of changing his voice with his “ho, ho, ho’s” and “ha, ha, ha’s,” his red and face, his cherry red nose calmly his darkened black eyebrows, and his fur trimmed clothes disguised him to look like the Clauses pictured in our story books.
1918 CHRISTMAS—A NEW FAMILY MEMBER
The Christmas season of 1918, which was to be the second Christmas in our new, more modern home. The Christmas tree and the decorations throughout the house added an atmosphere of the coming special event in commemorating the birth of Jesus Christ.
There was the usual preparation of getting the presents made or purchased, wrapped and ready for Santa’s visit. The making of the traditional Swiss goodies and other good food was a big part of preparing for this special holiday season.
As a child of near the age of eight years, I did not realize that father and mother were awaiting the birth of their ninth child. This could have added joyous anticipation for our parents in planning for another baby which was due near this Christmas celebration.
(The awaiting the birth of another child in the family was not openly discussed in that day, which I sincerely feel had its merits. It seems that we as a people have gone overboard and the other direction which is taken away from the truly sacredness, to some degree, of a beautiful relationship of husband and wife. Of course, there are sure to be times when the curious questions of the children should be answered in an intelligent manner. It could become a discussion to be kept confidential within the family--not to be broadcast to all the neighbors and friends.)
Christmas day of 1918 was celebrated by enjoying an extra lovely meal which mother prepared for our family and some of our dear relatives who were invited to join with us. Specifically, I remember that Uncle Phillip Beck and Aunt Salome Beck with members of their family spent the day in our home where we joyously that participated in being together in sociability and enjoying the special Christmas food which was prepared for this occasion. At chore time the men folk returned to getting the evening chores done and came back in the evening to complete the day of celebration. To our delight Aunt Sally Beck was to remain with us for the night which caused some questioning concern. Probably we were told that due to the extreme cold weather it would be wise for her to remain at our home for the night.
My sister, Lucille and I were to sleep upstairs, but when we were awakened in the night by some unusual disturbance and talking downstairs. Our curiosity brought us out into the hall by the heat register. With eyes and ears wide open, we looked down through the register to satisfy our curiosity. We became aware that father and Aunt Sally were conversing with their family doctor, H.K. Merrill. Needless to say, we surmised or gathered that the new baby had been born. We scampered back to bed with unanswered questions and our minds in turmoil and anxiety. I'm sure we didn't get much sleep, but when the time finally arrived for us to get up we weren't long in getting into our clothes to learn more fully the details of the excitement that we felt. The birth of another baby boy on 26 December 1918. Just a few hours of having missed being born on Christmas Day.
With five brothers and three sisters to greet these precious baby, I am certain that there was much rejoicing. Father and mother would now pray with more thankfulness than usual because of another great blessing that had come into our family again. As time went on the chose to give this son the name of Jesse. It so happened that he would complete the family circle and being about two years younger than another brother, Alma John, they grew to be inseparable pals and buddy-buddy brothers through the years.
We soon learn that mother read for to her two youngest as the “little boys.” Very definite instructions in the care of Jesse and Alma, the ”two little boys were given when are parents were to be gone for a few hours from home. The special love and concern which seemed to be manifest for each of us, but as we grew older and it became more evident for the two younger sons of the nine children to get the most attention.
Walter is Called to the Swiss German Nation
Sometime in the fall of 1922, Bishop John H. Kemp contacted father about the possibility of sending their oldest son, Walter on a mission. The preliminary application was sent in to mission headquarters. Sometime later Walter received his call to serve in the Swiss German Mission.
At that time mother was suffering from a prolonged a serious illness. Even though this was the case, Father and Mother wanted nothing to stand in the way of Walter accepting. They were exceedingly happy to have a son who was worthy to be called and have him represent the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints in proclaiming the message of truth to others in their native country.
Father and Mother anxiously awaited the weekly letters that came from their missionary son. As Walter grew in the gospel and testimony of the same, also my parents were made to rejoice and more determined to live according to the teachings of the leaders of the Church and according to their continued steady of the scriptures.
At one time Walter requested that Father and Mother write a letter to let some of those anti-Mormon Swiss law enforcement officers read to give them an insight on the true purpose of the American Missionaries of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints for being in Switzerland.
Father and Mother each wrote a letter in the German language which they sent to Walter and which they hoped would be of some help in dealing with those hard-hearted officers. Later Walter translated the letters into the English language for the benefit of the Beutler posterity.
North Logan, Utah
February 21, 1924
My much beloved son Walter, in far of Switzerland:
We just received your letter again and we were happy to hear that you are feeling better again, but it is not as pleasant to hear that you are having such a hard time with your passport and permission of the law enforcement officers to allow you to stay in Switzerland. Although I think everything will come out all right. May the Lord protect you from the hands of the authorities in getting their demand and I know he will help you if you call on him in righteousness and humility.
Now, and the following Lines I will give you my testimony and whenever you find it to your advantage you may let other people read it. It is in reference to these Mormon Missionaries, as they are called by the world, even this name is interpreted falsely. These missionaries' go out into the world preaching repentance and change of life. They leave their different occupations without formal religious training. One as a farmer, another as a builder, and etc., and in the two or three years that they give without pay, have their own expense, and thus they are offered meals and money from people with whom they mingle, with thankful hearts. I have personally found out that they are living the principles of the Gospel as taught by Christ and his apostles, and for this cause I joined the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints.
About 32 years ago two of these so named Mormon Missionaries came to my father's house. We lived in Guggisberg, Canton, Bern, Switzerland. My father never believed in turning anyone from his door, be he a rich man or beggar, and because of this, these Mormon Missionaries found shelter in my father's house. My parents were anxious to know what the Elders had to say. They explained that they came from America to tell the world of the joyous gospel to all who would listen. Our father always believed in the saying, “Prove all things, and hold to that which is good,” especially in religious matters. From that time on these missionaries' visited as from time to time and as father invited them to discuss and compared the teachings of the Gospel with that of the Lutheran church.
My father, being an intelligent man, and a student of the scriptures had to admit that these Elders were preaching the same gospel as the ancient apostles of Jesus Christ did.
It wasn't long until we joined the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints. Anyone might ask the question, “Why emigrate to America?”, and so I would like to tell you hear why it happened. It was not because of the missionaries trying to influence us. In fact, to the contrary, they encouraged us to stay in Switzerland, and I can still remember that father said, “to Utah I will not go.” There was only a short time until the whole family had the desire to emigrate because we were ridiculed and hated by the whole neighborhood, including our best friends. We had to listen often to shameful words. As our family consisted of 12 persons and our means were insufficient for all of us to immigrate at the same time, we came in three or four different groups. We settled in Logan, Utah where we are at the present time. Father and Mother had been taken from us by death. With the cost of the emigration our resources were exhausted, and yet, after 20 or 30 years we have a home our own and have no desire to return to our old home in Switzerland.
I married a native of Switzerland and we have nine intelligent children. The eldest son is on a mission at the present time in the Saint Solothurn, Switzerland, and he can also confirm that what I write is true.
These Mormon Missionaries don't go out into the world to win over maidens to bring to Utah as many people of the world have built up in their minds. No, they go out to preach the Gospel of Jesus Christ, and is well with him at studies and proofs to himself that the Gospel is true. There are plenty of maidens here, and we do not practice polygamy as most of the world thinks. This is absolutely false. There are also no women slaves. This is also a falsehood.
I have been here in Utah now 25 years and have never seen any of the above mentioned conditions. These Mormons, so named by the world are industrious, freedom loving, and honest people. With hard work they have made these deserts a blooming paradise. Through the industrious of the men it is seldom that you see the womenfolk in the field. I have not seen too often myself, except by those who want to because of habit, or who may be working in the gardens. It is absolutely false and women folks in Utah are not in slavery (hard manual labor.) Rather I venture to say at the women in Switzerland are more in slavery. I have thought of this many times since I've been here. There are not only Mormons here, but all kinds of religious sects who like it here because they can see much good coming from the Mormons and their teachings.
I would like to proclaim to everyone who reads this letter to put out of their heads these false ideas of this people and the missionaries of the Church.
With many heartfelt greeting from afar,
Frau Margarita N. Beutler
Logan, Utah, U.S. America
North Logan, Utah
March 4, 1924
My beloved son, Walter,
I will try to assemble my thoughts and to you, my son, answer the many letters. Yes, it really is hard for you missionaries when you’re treated so coldly and so unrighteously slandered. Even after leaving Father, Mother and home, and everything that is near and dear to you to preach the Gospel which God has revealed in these last days. It is terrible to think that people of the world can’t understand that we (the Mormons), living under the American Government and then is progressing civilization, can go against the laws that polygamy and slavery which is contrary to our religion.
As I sit here and contemplate and see the many changes that have taken place all over the world these last few years, I can do nothing else but think of the time when I emigrated from Switzerland June 3, 1885 and of the many occurrences since. I will here write down some of my experiences which might be a testimony to you. Even though I have told you of these things before I believe that you can now understand better after the many rich experiences that I had sacrificed to receive the Gospel and yet everything has been to my blessing.
My parents were poor people. Father was aware of wood carver. They had none of the world’s goods that they dared to call their own except we seven children. Now while we were living in Allmendingen by Thun the time came when I was willing to be baptized by one of those Mormon Missionaries to follow the example of my parents. I was eighteen years old of age at the time and worked in the clay in shingle factory and later in the laboratory of munitions. As I was the eldest son, yet, living at home with my parents I was there only support.
In 1888 my sister, Maria (Mrs. Gottlieb), emigrated. One year later, not just 35 years ago, I, too, could go on my journey to Zion through the help of my sister, Maria, and a loan of 200 francs from a family by the name of Kropfli who were also emigrating at this same time. On June 28, 1889 I arrived in Salt Lake City, Utah where I was accepted by and hold friend and brother in the Gospel who obtained a job for me by a farmer for $15.00 a month. However, I didn’t like the job because I was not used to the hard work. My boss was a German by the name of Rupp. He was a drinker and had a bad name. He wasn’t a Mormon, but his wife and four children were members of the Church. I stayed there until winter was before the door. I then resumed my journey 200 miles northeast to Bear Lake Valley where my sister, Maria, was now married and living. Here I work part time on the railroad section and part time for farmers. I received 75¢ per day on the section. I worked there until 1890 when my parents, also, had the opportunity of the emigrating. Later my brother, Gottfried, came with his family and still later another sister, Bertha, Samuel feller, her husband and their children emigrated.
So time passed on until January 8, 1902 when I, too, was married to a noble helpmate and settled here in our present home. Up to now our family has grown 11 persons (six boys and three girls). The youngest boy is, at present, five years of age.
I am proud of our nice home which is debt free. I am a farmer and my main industry is dairying, and on my farm I raise sugar beets, hay and peas.
All of my brothers and sisters have settled close around here, and all are in good financial condition, but two of the eldest ones have passed from this life. Now if anyone is interested in us or our condition you can give them this letter to read, and I will now close with my scribbling and my heartfelt greetings.
From your loving father,
LORD BLESSES THOSE WHO HAVE RIGHTEOUS DESIRES
By Walter Beutler
In December 1922 before I went on my mission, the folks went to Smithfield to see some of their friends in their first car, a 1918 Dodge. The highway was a gravel road, that had deep ruts from the wet weather and continuous travel on it. On their way home they couldn’t get out of the ruts. Father wasn’t an experienced driver, so an accident resulted. In the accident the right rear wheel was pulled off their car. What happened to the other guy’s car I don’t know. The folks were brought home by someone.
The next day we went to get the car with the team. Anyway father had to pay for the damage to the other man’s car, plus repair his own. I remember Father saying: “I guess you can’t go on a mission now.” But I had hopes that something would happen and it did. Brother Robert Hughes, a friend, offered to loan father of $1000 which he an accepted. Mother had also been ailing with her troubles, an active enlarged thyroid or goiter and said she hoped to live long enough to see me come home from my mission. She lived seven years after my return.
During the time I served on my mission by parents paid off all their debts, bought a piano and other good furniture, and finished the bathroom by the time I returned. The Lord and surely blessed them in their righteous endeavors.
There was no quitting in Father’s make-up. He continued to add improvements and conveniences to improve his dairy set-up as he could afford it.
He wrote: “In 1930, Edward was helping me tear the old buildings down. I built new cow stable and a hay shed.”
At that time the old hay barn with a lean-to cow and horse stable attached was torn down. A more modern milk house with cement floors and modern stanchions and mangers became a luxury convenience. The new hay barn was located to make it more convenient to feed the cows. A new convenient manure carriage on a track took care of the manure disposal each day.
As I remember, Father Felix hired Louis Wilhelm to do the major building of the new buildings. (At that time father was in his 65th year.) It was during this building project the new derrick pole fell and hit Father Felix on the arm, near his wrist and broke it while they were putting the derrick up. The injury caused him much misery and pain. It never did heal properly.
He wrote: “I didn’t think I will do much work anymore. I find the boys are enjoying the work down in the new barn.”
Father became more dependent upon the sons to take over on the majority of the work. However, Father Felix expressed a feeling of accomplishment, of having his placed fixed up, in most respects, as he planned to have it. He took pride in having his home kept up well and through this he received much satisfaction. He and mother set a good example to their family, neighbors, and the community where they lived and continued to make improvements for a well kept home and surroundings.
Again he wrote: “Now, I go back again, as I am getting older, I made up my mind to sell the place to Carl and he seems glad to buy it. The place is 0K. But it seems too small after Jesse, Alma and Edward had five acres each. I sold the balance to Carl which is 27 acres and the pasture down by the railroad tracks, seven acres more or less. (The pasture was located a mile or two west of highway 91 in the west fields.)
For a number of years our dear mother had been suffering from an intense nervous condition which caused sleepless nights and depleted her body of the strength she so much desired to have so that she could continue to provide for the needs of her family. Ordinarily mother was a most ambitious person and was mindful of the many areas that she felt she must continue with. Even though her work became a burden an taxed her strength to the very limit, she never complained. She continued to give service to our home and held to having faith that she would improve.
At that time the treating of a goiter was in the pioneering stages and was yet a new field be explored. After going to the many different doctors that were recommended, who experimented with medicines and remedies she did not get the help that she so much needed. Mother exercised great faith in prayer and was administered to periodically by those holding the Priesthood. About this time two new doctors, Dr. Jones and Dr. Randall came to Logan and set up their practice. They were highly recommended as surgeons being that they had more recently received a medical degrees. Father and mother sought their advise and were satisfied that their recommendation was that mother should have an operation to have a goiter removed. Her nervous condition was attributed to the fact that the thyroid and become overactive and was pouring into our system an overabundance of poison which had caused a weakened heart and had affected her nervous system.
In the summer of 1931 the operation was performed. It seemed that the time of recovery was slow. For weeks and then into months are weakened condition did not show a noticeable change, but Mother was always cheerful and always appreciative for the attention and care she received from her family, relatives and neighbors. Her happiness rose to high ebb when letters came from her second son, Edward, who was then serving a mission in that faraway country of the German speaking people. When she felt able she continued to answer his letters with encouragement and gave him insurance for her love and prayers that were being said in his behalf.
In the spring in a 1932 when the weather became warmer and the signs of spring brought forth the beauties of nature, the leafing of the trees, the blossoming of the fruit trees dressed in their daintiest, delicate colors and the spring breezes wafted a heavenly fragrance that was breath taking. The radiant colored flowers gave approval by nodding and smiling faces skyward. The chirping and singing of different birds brought forth an assurance of an awakening that even those who had become weary of being home bound and ill regained strength and vigor that brought hope and a longing to be a part of enjoying God’s beautiful world and his creations. This is exactly how the Mother Margaritha. She enjoyed being carried out in the open and lay on the couch which had been provided so she would enjoy the beauties of nature. It seemed that she gained strength and was able to dress herself which brought renewed hope that she would soon again be made well to carry on with her responsibilities in our home. My younger sister, Olga and I were home for the summer vacation, free from the cares of school and I from school teaching. It was a joy to assist each other in caring for Mother. She was so appreciative of the things we did for her. Father needed rest and he with our brothers slept upstairs. Often in the evenings Lucille and her husband who were home to check her Mother’s condition and to give of their love and attention.
On the evening of 15 June 1832, as was the usual that case, we joined in cheerful conversation and encouragement to our dear mother. Before the departure of the family members she requested that father and other Priesthood holders give her a blessing. This they did and the goodnight ove was showered on her before departing.
Irene relates: “It was my turn to sleep with mop of that particular night. Mother became very restless and uneasy. It seemed impossible for settle down and get to sleep. Her uneasiness led to apologetically asking for some attention periodically. Each time I tried to attend to her desires. Lovingly and greatly my dear mother rehearsed how thankful she was for her many blessings and specifically for a loving care that was being given to her.
I, myself, could not settle down to relax enough to sleep. I was deeply concerned and yet I still held in keeping the faith that Mother would be okay. After what seemed to be hours passing slowly, I heard Mother speaking. I listened closely and became fully sure that she was carrying on a conversation in her native Swiss tongue, of which I could not readily understand. Then clearly with joyousness in her greeting, I heard her say, “Mutti, Mutti,” (a pet name for Mother, or like we would say, Mommie, Mommie).
She continued her conversation in the Swiss language. I understood very little of what she said, (I must have been excited with a frightening thought of death that I would not believe.)
In a matter of seconds or minutes, I sensed a change. Now she was released from the Heavenly vision. Almost instantly Mother became conscious that I was lying beside her. When I questioned if she were feeling well and if I could do something more for her, with no hesitation, she immediately told me about seeing beyond the veil. She further related but never before had she witnessed such great beauty of flowers, and beauty in everything and magnificent beauty everywhere. She emphasized about the beauty several times and told me was far beyond one’s imagination.
Then the trend of thought changed and mother was counseled the nation taken care of father and other members of the family that were yet to be cared for at home. To some this experience, I feel, would bring criticism, but I knew I was fully awake. I was not dreaming.
Then I questioned, could it be that Mother was going to die? Should I call father? No, I would know that such thoughts enter my mind. Mother was much improved and she was going to get well.
The morning hours were breaking and I was relieved when I now felt that Mother gradually fell into a deep slumber, but she seemed to be snoring more loudly than usual. Within a few minutes, however, she was quieted to what seemed just a natural quiet breathing. I, too, fell asleep. I am sure it was a very short nap. When I awakened with a start, I raised up and looked at Mother’s face. The wearied and worn look was replaced with a peaceful expression. Her hand was lying on the top of the covers. I reached the touch her hand, as I did so it was like an electric shock. Her hand was ice cold. I was now fully aware that my Mother was relieved of this earthly existence and had taken on the peaceful and divine Heavenly expression.
“I thank the Heavenly Father, thank thee for that beautiful testimony.”
I know my Mother had seen beyond the veil. I know, too, that she had seen and met loved ones and had talked with her Mother. The counsel that she rehearsed to me left a determination for me to carry out her wishes in every way I could.
To say that we would miss our dear mother would be the least, for we had truly lost and mother, a friend, an exemplar of faith and devotion with a testimony that we, too, can again be reunited with our angel mother if we proved worthy to merit this great blessing.
A short time passed after mother’s death when we received a letter from our missionary brother, Edward, telling that he had received the news of Mother’s passing and expressed sympathy to our father and the family. He humbly wrote on the very date of her passing a strong impression came forcibly to him that mother had been taken in death. It was no surprise when the news came in a letter from the family telling of the sad news. Edward further commented that he knew that Mother was dead as far as this earth was concerned, but that her death was an opening through another door of progression. With the strong desire to please our dear mother he went forth that very day with a more determined spirit to prove that he wished to give on her love for our dear mother who so courageously bore her cross and had been exemplar of righteous living of the Gospel of Jesus Christ all the days of her sojourn in this life.
Father wrote the following touching statements after the death of his beloved companion and helpmate:
“I was married for your mother, my dear children. You had a good thrifty mother. She was worth to be proud of. She worked hard and help me get out of debt. In 1931 she was operated on for goiter and one late year later she died. I think it was the poison in her system. (The extreme nervous condition and her was affected). I am only sorry, that mama died so young -- just 52 years old. She didn’t have it easy and she didn’t want it, I know. We always tried to do the right thing to everybody and to raise our children in righteousness and teach them.”
Mother Margaritha N. Beutler’s passing was a great loss to her entire family. She was survived by her beautiful, loving husband, Felix, one married son, Walter, and Ernest, Dayton, Idaho, one married daughter, Lucille B. Wilhelm, North Logan, Utah, Edward, on a mission in Germany, and the following children at home in North Logan: Irene, Carl, Olga, Alma and Jesse. Four grandchildren also survived her.
THOUGHT TURN TO HIS YOUNGEST BROTHER
After mother’s early death, father’s lonely moments turned his thoughts to his brother Adolf Victor, who had been away from the family for about 30 years. And the busyness and responsibility of family and his brother moving to another location make their home, the present address of Uncle E.V. was not known.
Father heeded to the impression that came to him to send a letter to the Postmaster of E.V.’s former residence and inquire if they had any information as to where E.V. Butler had moved. An answer soon came that he was then living in the Houghton, Michigan. Father was most grateful and lucky that through the U.S. mail service the Postmaster was able to give him the address of his longtime unheard-from brother. The correspondence of the two brothers must have brought great joy as we witnessed in father’s increased interest in receiving letters from his precious brother and in answering them. He frequently expressed his desire that he hoped he would be able to visit him at some future time. Thus it came about.
OUR BACK EAST TRIP 1933
One year after the death of Mother Margaritha the adjustment for father was the most difficult in the loneliness that he was experiencing. I am sure there were times that we children weren’t aware of the lonely hours that father spent alone in deep sorrow. We thoughtlessly went about our activities and associations with their friends. Father had expressed the desire that he would so much like to visit his brother who was then living in Houghton, Michigan.
It so happened that Brother Weiss, who was the father of Aunt Viola Weiss Niederhausern, a widowed sister-in-law to father by her marriage to Mother Margaritha’s youngest brother, Friederich. Aunt Viola husband passed away some five weeks previous to this time. Brother Weiss made plans that he and his daughter would make a trip back to Milwaukee, Wisconsin to visit many of their relatives in that area, attend the dedication of a large, new Stake House in Milwaukee where they formerly lived. They would also take in the World’s Fair in Chicago on their return journey. They invited father and myself to accompany them.
This invitation fit into our schedule perfectly. I needed a release from the pressures of teaching school. The long-dreamed of visit with his youngest brother, E.V. Butler in Houghton, Michigan would be just what father had hoped would come about. Our plans worked out that while the Weiss folks folks we’re visiting their relatives Milwaukee, that we would go by train 500 miles north to Houghton, Michigan to visit the Beutler relatives.
The work and care of our home and cooking for the boys could well be managed by my 19 year old sister, Olga. My three younger brothers could manage the farm work in our absence. Aunt Viola was there encouraged to leave her three young children in the care Aunt Rosa N. Wurston. The trip would give Viola some outlet from the heartache which she was experiencing, too.
Brother Weiss had also arranged for a student, Harry Cooper, who had been attending college in Logan, and have been renting an apartment from the Weiss’s, to go as the chief chauffer. It was lucky that I had learned to drive a car in my early teenage so I was able to change off in driving which I enjoyed so much.
12 June 1933
Five of us were finally prepared to begin our trip. Our spirits were high and the joyous anticipation heightened as we bide our loved who loved ones goodbye. The cool morning atmosphere and the beauties of nature added zest to another ideal June day which got us off to more glorious sights and happenings than we had ever anticipated.
Our trip took us through the several states was most interesting and educational. Being on our own and traveling by car, stopping a special places of interest according to our desires and traveling on her own schedule, traveling early or late, resting longer or getting on our way with an early start, resulted in happiness and unity throughout the six days we traveled. Arriving in the state of Wisconsin and yet a number of miles to go before we would reach Milwaukee where Weiss’s folks live we decided to secure a lodging in a motel to prepare for the Sabbath without interfering with the relative’s schedule. This we did and arrived in Milwaukee about 2 hours before the scheduled meeting of the dedication of the new Stake House in that city.
It was a marvelous, spiritual meeting with President Heber J. Grant, Elder Rudger Clawson, a member of the council of Twelve, an Elder Merrill, head of the Missionary Training School for the missionaries, who had come as special representatives of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints from Salt Lake City. The presence of the special representatives added to the sacred occasion of dedicating another building of the Lord to further his kingdom of the earth. I am sure that the dedication prayer that was given our great an impressive prophet gave hope, faith and determination to continue forward to greater Heights in furthering of God’s work.
The Weiss family made us feel so welcome and did much to give us comfort and gracious hospitality when they’ve provided us with a lovely accommodations of their home and delicious meals that were prepared for us. Monday morning, June 19, was spent in preparing to continue with our visiting with our Beutler relatives and Houghton, Michigan. However, not much attention was given two Father’s 67th birthday anniversary, and I feel sure it was one of his happiest in anticipation of seeing his brother again.
We boarded the train in the evening of the 19th of June 1933 and were met by our wonderful relatives the morning of the 20th and Houghton, Michigan. The joyousness of the grand a reunion as the two brothers enfolded each other in loving arms of thankfulness was evidenced by the tears of joy that were shed. Never had we experienced a more gracious greeting from loved ones. The goodwill and love that was given to us, as we met cannot be adequately be expressed in words. We sensed a feeling of gratitude which was mutual. We were royally treated and Uncle E.V. and Aunt Ida went all out to make us feel welcome in the week we spent visiting with them.
We immediately became aware of the love and devotion that existed in their home. Aunt Ida was such a special, lovely lady and we recognized how proud they were of their three sons who had received their educations and were making a mark in the world in their respective occupations and in their own families.
It was a special experience to become acquainted with a daughter-in-law, Miriam, and her two children who came to visit in the Butler home at the time we were there.
We were thrilled to become acquainted with Aunt Ida, whom we recognized as jewel of a wife and companion for Uncle E.V. They were so happy in congenial. Aunt Ida was a good religious member in the Methodist church and was serving as organist and held other responsible positions. Her spoken desires led us to know that she should stand for many righteous principles as taught in the scriptures and the things pertaining to a spiritual beautiful life. When Uncle E.V. went back east, as yet a young man, he was still not too well grounded in the Gospel of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints and it was natural for him to attend the same church and his good wife was active in. They were content and happy in the church. Uncle E.V. took it upon himself to request his desire would not involve them in any discussions that might cause dissension.
They persisted in taking us to numerable places of interest to make her visit joyous, memorable and educational. At any rate there never was a dull moment and the two brothers talked and visited telling of the many experiences they had with a raising of their families and providing a livelihood. Again Aunt Ida proved her genuine love and consideration as she willingly took care of their business on several occasions so that the two brothers could enjoy each other’s company as much as possible as we traveled to many areas of Michigan interests and beauty.
Our visit came to a close much too soon. We hoped they were take it to heart to return their visit out West to meet host of relatives who would anxiously be awaiting a visit from them.
FATHER GETS MARRIED THE SECOND TIME
After a trip to Houghton, Michigan, Father seemed to be more contented and independently sent his way by attending the temple sessions regularly. It was a blessing that he could drive the car and go on his own. He had a much more cheerful attitude. We thought nothing out of the ordinary other than he was becoming more adjusted to being without a companion.
The whole truth wasn’t made known to us until on 12 July 1934 Father Felix came home one day and introduced us to his new wife. This was a complete surprise. This unexpected surprise was not to our liking. Even though no comments were made, our actions must have spoken out loud. We weren’t about to accept as unexpected surprise.
Father Felix wrote this: after we got home I felt lonesome and alone. I got acquainted with Mary Stucki and we got married 12 July in 1934. Now we live with the boys. The boys are doing the work on the farm.
Carl, Alma and Jesse were home. Edward had returned from his mission, but was working away from home most of the time. I, Irene had signed my contract to teach school another year in North Logan. Olga was planning to attend school and would be attending school at the A.C. in Logan and living away from home. She had stayed home the year previous to care for members of the family, but her opportunity came to further their education and this she was anxious to do.
Another writing of fathers: “In 1934 I got married to your stepmother, Maria Stucki. She is a very good woman, good to the children and clean as you wouldn’t find another. I wonder once in awhile what would have become of me if I hadn’t married her at that time. She is not up here only for money sake, but for life here and hereafter.”
(Inasmuch as Mayor Mary had been married before, she was privileged to be sealed the father in the temple as a second wife which makes the binding for the hereafter.)
Again father wrote: “I was left a widower for 25 months. Then I found my dear, good soul. She is a big comfort to me and I know how I have someone heat to depend on now.”
We were somewhat slow to accept Mary at first, what we learned of her good qualities and she was a very good wife and companion to father. It all turned out for the best.
FATHER HAS PLANS TO ENJOY LIFE
“George Morris, my neighbor told me once he was having a good time as he went along. I said that I was going to have a good time in my older days. I believe I can do it now and I am glad of it. I and my dear wife, Maria, have been down to Arizona last winter. I want to tell you that we enjoyed it. It is nice in the winter down there.”
In his declining years father did enjoy life as he and his second companion were free to enjoy life pretty much as they desired. The farm was turned to their grown sons. Father and Maria made occasional visits to members of the family, getting acquainted with each new grandchild. Three or four winters were spent in Arizona where they could attend temple sessions at the L.D.S. Temple in Mesa.
One of the unmarried sons drove them to Arizona by car and helped them to get comfortably located. After several weeks of attending sessions in the temple in sunny Arizona they got in touch with one of the sons to move them back to their home in North Logan.
One winter Uncle E. V. and Aunt Ida made arrangements to leave their home in Houghton, Michigan to spend some time in the land of warmth and sunshine in Arizona with Felix and Maria.
1942 – MARIA’S SICKNESS AND DEATH
The spring of 1942 brought worry and sadness to father Felix as his second wife, Maria, was stricken with cancer. The family had been advised by the doctor that radium treatments would give Maria some relief temporarily and would prolong her life. They complied with the doctor’s advice. Although there were times that Maria suffered extreme, severe pain, it was not continually constant. As I remember I don’t think she ever became fully aware that she was afflicted with the dre3ade3d disease of cancer. Many times she talked about having rheumatism of the bones. As she gradually became more seriously ill two stepdaughters-in-law, Loverill Beutler and Pear Beutler, and one stepdaughter, Irene B. Schwartz, came from their home in Dayton to give aid for one week at a time in the Beutler home. This gave relief to another stepdaughter, Lucille B. Wilhelm, who had shouldered the entire load of caring for Maria prior to this time.
We were most grateful that the Lord saw fit to take Maria home and reliever her of her suffering in a reasonable length of time.
Maria Stucki Beutler passed away a the Beutler home in North Logan, Cache County, Utah on 12 May 1943. She was buried in the family plot in the Logan Cemetery.
Although this was a difficult ordeal for Father Felix to bear, his testimony of the Gospel of Jesus Christ and his assurance of a hereafter and having had the companionship of another devoted wife for almost nine years added to his happiness and gave him strength to “endure to the end”.
Plans Formulated for Peter Beutler Reunion
In 1934 a letter from Michigan brought the glad news that Uncle E. V. and Aunt Ida would be making a trip out West the latter part of the summer to spend some time and to become acquainted with a host of relative they had never met.
It was with deep regret that a number of the Beutler relative has passed away before this special occasion of bringing together the posterity of Peter Beutler and Maria Aeschlimann in a reunion giving special honor to Uncle E. V. and Aunt Ida Beutler.
A Record of Thos who have been taken in death, in order of passing, the Beutler adults were:
NameCause of DeathDate of DeathAge
Bertha Beutler FellerChild Birth10 October 190440
Daughter of Peter and Maria-Wife of
Samuel Feller, Sr.
Uncle Gottlieb BergerHeart Attack9 September 191970
Husband of Maria B. Berger
Uncle Samuel Feller, Sr.Careimona Stomach18 October 191867
Husband of Bertha Beutler Fellerpyloria
Uncle Philip BeckBrights disease29 March 191959
Husband of Salome Beutler Beck
Uncle Gottfried BeutlerPedestrian accident9 December 192363
Son of Peter and Maria-Husband of Marianne B.
Margaritha N. BeutlerComplications of goiter16 June 193252
Wife of Felix Beutler
Anna S. BergerResults of serious burns15 September 193231
Wife of Albert Berger-Daughter-in-law to
Maria B. Berger
Emil BergerCancer25 October 193239
Husband of Florence M. Berger – Son of
Maria B. Berger
Lisette Beutler MoserStomach complications8 November 193351
Daughter of Peter and Maria – Wife of Emil Moser
Interesting glad occasions:
Emil Moser – married (2) to Anna S. Schwartz – for time – March 1934
Felix Beutler – married (2) to Maria Stucki – sealed in Logan Temple 12 July 1934
Last writings of Felix
I don’t think I will do much more and if the time comes I trust that you will be satisfied. I did the best I could. I wish I had more to leave, but it is more than I thought I would never have and more than I had when my parents life.
“Included in this history of mine I would like to say a few words to all of you. I feel it best to give my last will or tell you what I would like to see you do so I will give you my advice about it. Of course, you may not listen to it now, for you think you’re better yourself, but there is the time coming when you will remember my words.
Your mother and myself always had your welfare in mind. Both of us worked hard to make an honest living and paid our honest debts. It would be to our sorrow to know that you would squander it foolishly or get beat out of it. I think there ought to be enough to give each one a little start.
I have my will made out and you will find it with the rest of the papers. I was not married yet. (He had written the first part of his well before his second marriage to Maria Stucki.) Maria is left out and so make it ten acres so she can get in on a third of all the property and she knows that, too. Don’t be foolish. She is as good as she can be whether you know it or not.
Only I didn’t say anything about my insurance which amounts to about twelve or thirteen hundred dollars. My dear wife, Maria S. Beutler should have an equal share, as one of you, also Alma and Jesse be taking care of in the right way, and then get their equal share.”
(Father Felix outlived Maria about eight months so we had no further worry about her being cared for and receiving her specified amount.)
“Now don’t talk before you think and get your tempers up. Be loving and kind to each other. You will get along just as well and be more thought of. Now, don’t forget all this.”
Father Felix rejoiced in having had the parent privilege of sending sons into the Mission Field to proclaim the Gospel of Jesus Christ.
He wrote thus:
“We sent four boys on missions. I don’t think there are any of you sorry for it. I know I am glad you could go.”
Five sons served on missions:
Walter -- Swiss German-1923
Edward--Swiss German-1931 through February 1934
Ernest F. -- Northern States-1934
Alma J. - - Central States - 1942 to 1944
Carl - - Swiss German-1946
Carl served a mission after father’s death, but I feel sure there was rejoicing in the Heavens when a fifth son was called.
Father Felix is taken in death—1944
Father was now without a companion again and became so very lonely. It was most difficult for him, as he felt he did not want to be a burden to any of the family members. However, each family took their turn in having him in their home as long as he was content. He was then given liberty to choose where he would like to go and his desires were complied with to keep him happy.
During the Christmas holidays of 1934, father asked to be taken to the home of Golf and Irene Schwartz in Dayton, Idaho. After the holidays were over it became necessary for Irene to have a checkup because of her pregnant condition. They prepared to make her a trip to Preston and Father Felix was insistent that he take the ride with them. They sensed that Grandpa was not feeling his best so every precaution was taken to keep him warm and comfortable in the car.
When they returned Father Felix ate a light supper and expressed the desire to be put to bed. There was real concern because it seemed that he was becoming very ill and needed the intention of a doctor. The two Cutler doctors from Preston were not available so Dr. Craig and from Lewiston was called to come to the home and check on his condition. He diagnosed his sickness as pneumonia and prescribed the sulfa drugs that would be very effective. He gave directions that father be given eight of the nickel sized soul food deals as a first dosage. (The large flat pills were crushed and put in a small amount of sugar so they could be more easily swallowed.) In four hours the dosage was to be two less and so on throughout the night.
Two sons Walter and Ernest came from their homes in Dayton and members of the Priesthood administered to him. The doctor expressed that he had no doubt that with the taking of the new drug and a strong heart pulse that he would recover within a few hours with no further trouble. After the second dose of pills father’s heavy breathing became much improved. Members of the family returned to their homes about 2:00 AM feeling quite confident but he would recover by following Dr. Cragun’s instruction and still held faith in the blessing that had been given him.
At 4:00 AM Golf was up again to take care of father’s needs and administered the prescribed medicine. Father Felix seemed to have reacted favorably as he seemed alert and spoke several jokingly statements and thankfully expressed words of appreciation.
At 5:00 AM the extra quietness caused some alarm and Goff went again to check on him. It was certainly an unexpected surprise when he found that our dear Father had fallen asleep—a deep sleep—a sleep that had released him from this earthly existence, cares, and worries and now had gone to any eternal rest on the 5th of January 1944 at the age of 78 years, six months and 20 days. He died in Dayton, Franklin County, Idaho.
In II Timothy 4: 7-8: the words of the Apostle Paul could well be applied to the life of Felix Beutler:
“I have fought a good fight, I finish my course,
I have kept the faith. Henceforth, there’s laid up
for me and crown of righteousness, which the Lord, the
righteous judge shall give me at that day.”
A brief account of funeral service for Felix Beutler
A most beautiful and fitting service was held in the North Logan Chapel to pay honor and respect to our father, Felix Beutler on 8 January 1944.
Bishop Victor W. Israelsen presided and conducted.
North Logan choir sang—“O, My Father”
(The musical numbers were rendered intermittently during the service):
Vocal solo—Sister Elizabeth H. Feller (a niece in law)
Vocal duet - - Arthella Beutler and Jayne Beutler, “Whispering Hope” accompanied by Edith Nyman
Instrumental duet - - Cello and Violin - - Winnifred and Leah Amacher.
Speakers included Alfred Beutler, Bishop John H. Kemp, Robert Kunz and President alma Sonne (an assistant to Council of the Twelve)
Remarks were given by Bishop Victor W. Israelsen
Closing song - - North Logan Choir - - “Shall we Meet”
Closing Prayer - - Brother-in-law, Fred Stucki.
Interment was in the Logan City Cemetery
Dedication of the grave - - Christian von Niederhausern
Pall bearers were members of the High Priests Quorum of North Logan Ward which included Alfred Beutler, Willard W. Nyman, Albert Stauffer, A.A. King, John Wursten and Andrew B. Nyman
The talk that was given by Elder Alma Sonne, then Assistant to the Quorum of the Twelve, was emphatically impressed upon my mind. First he held his hand out toward the casket and said, “There lies an honest man”. Brother Sonne, a Logan banker, whom Father had done business with for many years continued his talk by enumerating a number of worthy qualities that Felix Beutler possessed. The emphatic way he did it I have never forgotten. He mentioned Father’s name at the beginning of each sentence. His deep expressive voice rang clear and with conviction as he continued:
Felix Beutler was small of stature, but large in Spirit.
Felix Beutler was a man of integrity.
Felix Beutler was a man of honor.
Felix Beutler was a man of God.
Felix Beutler possessed a love for his family.
Felix Beutler was a man of faith.
Felix Beutler was energetic and progressive.
Felix Beutler knew the Church of Jesus Christ was true by the manner in which he lived.
Thus Brother Sonne reviewed traits of character that could be a pattern for each of his posterity to emulate.
I don’t remember distinctly each attribute that he mentioned, but I remember how he continued on and on with his listed attributes which I may have changed somewhat, but I have given the idea in the above.