Stillman Owen Ellis
Colaborador: Rod Redford Created: 1 year ago Updated: 1 year ago
My Memory of the day my father died. October 7, 2011
It was Monday, March 28, 1988. I (Jay A Ellis) was at work at Grant County PUD. I received a call from my mother (Irma Johnson) saying that my father (Stillman Owen Ellis) had been outside and that he came into the house and said he wasn’t feeling very good. He was still recovering from a stroke he had had over a year previously. After talking with him my mother thought it might be a good idea to call the local Royal Camp paramedics, which she did. One of the paramedics was, I think, Brad Dixon. After checking Dad over, they were not sure of his condition so they suggested they take him into Ephrata to have his doctor check him out. So he walked with them out and got into the ambulance. Mom first called Max to see if he could go with her to Ephrata, as she was going to follow the ambulance. Max suggested she call me since I was already there. So she called me and explained what was happening and asked if I would go up to the hospital to meet the ambulance and be there for Dad and she would be there soon. So I went up to the hospital and when I checked at the nurses station about an ambulance coming in from Royal Camp, they knew nothing about it. While I was standing there, a call came in on the radio stating that they were the paramedics from Royal Camp coming in with a patient in full cardiac arrest. Grant County Memorial Hospital at that time was not equipped as a full emergency hospital and the doctor asked me why they didn’t go to Moses Lake instead. I explained that my dad was just coming in as a precautionary measure to be checked by his doctor and that the heart attack had taken place on the way in. When the ambulance arrived the paramedics were doing full CPR on dad. They brought him into the hospital and the doctor checked him while I was there. It was evident that dad had gone and the doctor asked me what I wanted them to do. So I had to make the call to have them stop the CPR and let him go. I know that Brad had a hard time of it as he had grown up knowing dad. I knew mom was to be there shortly so I walked out toward the front and met her coming in. I went up to her and told her that dad was gone. She did not seem real surprised and I walked back with her. She stood looking at dad a few moments, then she leaned over and kissed him goodbye. As I think about it, she could have been following the ambulance and could have seen them turn on the flashing lights to hurry to the hospital. I never asked her so I don’t know. I don’t think they had them on when they left Royal Camp. After completing the hospital paperwork, we made arrangements for dad to be taken to funeral home there in Ephrata. The funeral was held at the church in Royal Camp and he was buried in the Royal City cemetery. Us boys were allowed to hand dig the grave.
Jay A Ellis, son.
Anne Marie Nielsen, 25 January 1879 - 30 April 1945
Colaborador: Rod Redford Created: 1 year ago Updated: 1 year ago
ANNE MARIE NIELSEN JOHNSON
Written by Elma Johnson Casper
My mother, Anne Marie Nielsen was born January 25, 1879 to Hans L. Nielsen and Ane Kirstine (Nielsen) Hansen. She was the third child of this union. A sister, Olga and brother, Hans Christen preceded her but both died in infancy. She was born in Mink Creek, (Franklin County) Idaho.
As she grew into a young girl she was taught to sew, knit, card wool, and spin. She was taught the fine arts of cooking which she demonstrated in her excellent bread. The boys of the family would say, "We don't want cake; we just want Annie's bread."
Besides helping with the household tasks she would help her brothers with the chores. In turn they would scrub the board kitchen floor. Being their pal and helper she could get the boys to do almost anything.
At first there weren't many families who lived close by. When the families who lived a great distance away, came to church, they used Grandfather's place to stay. This put a great burden on grandmother so Annie stayed home from church to help with the work and prepare meals for the travelers. At last it become too much and other arrangements were made.
When Annie was 16 she was sent to Lanes Creek and Montpelier to milk the cows which Grandpa sent to the dairy where they made cheese -- Mink Creek having no market for the milk. It was here she met Andrew Johnson, who was herding sheep.
Anne also worded as a governess, taking charge of the children's needs. One family she worked for, by the name of Wilcox, ran a store which the wife helped with. Anne loved taking care of the children teaching them to read. She loved to sing and taught them many songs.
Anne had attended school through the 5th grade and was a good reader and loved books. However, her parents spoke mostly Danish in the home so it was hard for her to learn English. The teachers were impatient at first, and she got many whacks on the head with the ruler.
After 11 years of corresponding and seeing one another about four times during the 11 years, Andrew and Annie decided to get married. Andrew came down to claim his bride. Grandmother Nielsen went with them to Paris, Idaho. They were married July 5, 1906. Andrew was almost 36 (Aug. 2) and Anne was 27. Andrew took his bride home to Burton, Idaho--his parent's home. Valoria, their first daughter was born on June 9, 1907. They lived here until June of 1908 where Andrew had converted the grainery into a one room home. It was here that Elma was born on November 21, 1908.
Mother and Dad at last moved to the Butte ranch. Father having built a five room house. He and his brother Ren were in the cattle business.
Mother was a great pioneer and adjusted well with each change as Papa made his many moves. It was in 1911 when we moved into the Butte home, Alta was born on June 1, 1912. In 1913, they homesteaded the farm at Woodrow. This was sandy prairie land. They moved into a one room log house to which Papa later added a large frame addition and a shanty for storage. This was hard on Mother. She didn't have a well or any modern conveniences and had to deal with the sand which got very hot in the summer. However, she was a good homemaker, using all the skills here mother had taught her. Often she would gather the wool which the sheep had scraped off on the fences and corded it into bats to be made into quilts, sometimes quilted and sometimes tied.
She was a good cook. In hard times I wondered where it came from. She managed well. She was supportive of Papa in all that he did. While we were in Woodrow, Anna was born (May 27, 1914).
In 1915, we went to Rexburg and Irma was born March 17, 1916. Mother stayed in Rexburg that summer and things were easier for her.
But in the spring of 1918 he acquired 200 acres at Antelope. Since he was already there, the family joined him in May. He also acquired 360 acres of state land and the Streeper place which was also 360 acres. Mother had to cook for the men on a camp stove which was very small and had a very small oven. She didn't even have meat to cook with because we had no way to keep it. Papa would buy dried cod and she would make do with it. Sometimes we had ham and bacon. Since we were so far from town, my father always bought things in bulk. Even though things were hard to get she never complained.
She would take us children berry picking--chokecherries, black and red currents, gooseberries, wild grapes, and wild strawberries. She would make a delicious "red mush" (as she called it) which was made with different berry juices thickened with corn starch.
Times were really hard at the close of World War I and we lost everything, but Mother stood by Papa encouraging with help and love. I never knew my parents to quarrel or speak harsh words. If they had any differences, they settled it in private. They always showed their love for one another. Sometimes Papa would get excited and raise his voice. Mother would say "Anto", and he would quiet down. She couldn't stand loud talk.
I remember once when the dam was going out that subbed our place at the Butte ranch. There were lots of willows. So Papa decided to cut them and lay them in and across the dam to reinforce it. My mother wielded the ax all that day and part of the next. My sisters and I dragged the willows over to Dad and he placed them in the proper place to hold the dam.
Mother was a great strength to Papa, and as the years went by he learned to appreciate her more and more. When she became ill he nursed her with much love and care to the end.
We all loved to gather around in the evenings, or rainy or winter days, and have Mother read to us. She had a special gift that brought the stories home to you. We enjoyed having her read "Little Women", "Joe's Boys", "Little Men", "Girl of the Limberlost", and "Freckles". Oh, how we loved to have her sing to us and to help us try to sing. Papa, especially wanted her to sing "Love at Home" and "Ere You Left Your Room This Morning."
Mother passed away when she was 66 years old. She had struggled with a cancer on her face for 6 years. She died in the spring on April 30, 1945.
What a wonderful sweet mother we had. May we as her descendents try to follow in her footsteps.