Personal History of John Arnold Mathis jr.
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I was born and raised in Price, Utah. Much like Nephi of old I was born of goodly parents. By the time I came along my father had lost his feet below the knees. There were nine of us born into the family, however, Louise died of childbirth in infancy. I had four bothers and four sisters. My brothers were older than I. They all worked on the farms and took care of the cattle. It was not a very profitable business but we didn't know the difference, as most people were in the same boat. I suppose according to today's standards you could say we were poor. However we rose about everything we ate and would get some new clothes once a year, pay our taxes and have a nice Christmas. However being one of the youngest in the family I enjoyed many things that my brother and sisters did not. We had a bathroom built on a two story frame home at 155 East 2nd South. It happened to be built on the north end of the house. There was no heat in it only from the hot water. Almost daily we had to use a blow torch to thaw out the pipes in the winter. I remember my brother Bernard worked in the mine at the time and purchased me a $30.00 two wheel bike for Christmas, something they never had (They said I was spoiled), I guess I was by their standards. My mother passed away September 5, 1935. Just 15 days before she was going to give me a birthday party something I don't remember receiving. It was to be my tenth birthday. My sister Lillian was five years old at the time and one of the last words of my mother to my father was to take care of her and myself which he did all his remaining years.
Memories of my mother: My mother was Lilly Pearl Morrison she was a good neighbor to the many Greek, Italian and Japanese people around us. Many goods were passed back and forth over the fence to the various households. I was my mother's errand boy, I remember going down town many times to O.P. Skaggs and bringing home things that were needed.
My mother was the eighth of ten children. They were raised in poverty and hard times. The day after her birth her sister Luella Pauline died of Diphtheria. Eight days later her nineteen year old sister Sarah Jane died of the same disease. Another infant Lewis Franklin died at eight months in 1888. Three other children died in infancy; Mary Ellen born October 1, 1878 died January 31, 1879- John William Born Dec 2, 1879 died January 4, 1880 another one Colenus McLaurin born March 3, 1881 died March 20 1881. In 1900 John and Mary Jane signed an agreement to disagree and John left the family with what earthly goods he had. He left Clarence, Pearl, Desmond and Joseph fatherless and forced them to fend for themselves. My mother Pearl was working in the old Price Coop store trying to work off a fifteen dollar debt the family had. My father saw her in the store and knew her because he had baptized her when she was eight years old. He knew of the hardships and deaths in the family and as the story goes he paid the bill and married her.
Memories of my father: My father John Arnold Mathis was a strong willed and determined man he was not very tall I am told about five foot eight or nine before he lost his feet below the knees. The heaviest he ever got was 184 pounds which was not normal for him. When I turned fifteen years of age I really became acquainted with my father. It was at this age I had the full responsibility of the farms and cattle. My bothers having gone to California to work in the defense plants, he taught me all he could about farming, gardening and cattle ranching. We saw eye to eye with each other. He loved to talk about his youth in Dixie and had many worthwhile sayings and stories to tell. He was a god fearing man and never strayed from Christ's teachings.
My father was born in New Harmony Utah May 3, 1875 he was raised in that part of the state until he was a young man. Then he attended the agriculture college in Logan and had desires of becoming an Agronomist. Later at the age of 25 he met and married Rachel Cottam in the St. George temple. He purchased land along with his brother Jim and started a cattle and farming operation in Price Utah (Carbon County). He and his new bride came here and in a year's time a son was born; his name was Milton. Due to complications his wife died and nine months later the son died of Pneumonia and malnutrition. At the age of 28 he was called to serve a Swiss German Mission for three years. He left April 21, 1903. The ticket from Salt Lake to Liver Pool was $67. He supported himself and often went without purse or script and returned home March 15, 1906 speaking fluent German. After returning home he herded sheep for 8 or 9 years and then at the age of 37 he observed Lilly Pearl Morrison age 22 working in the old Price Coop store whom he later married.
After Bernard the oldest was born the doctor told them not to have any more children due to her heath, ignoring the doctor's advice they went on to have eight more children. Their first house was a shack on one of the farms east of town. They later purchased a two story home at 155 East and Second South in Price. No bathroom, coal stoves heated the home and water, baths were taken around the kitchens range in a number three tub.
On a December day in 1920, Dorse Critchlow and my father rode on their horses from town to the mountains north to clear the cattle from the ledges. As it began to snow they split up and were suppose to meet on top in the cabin. My father pressed on thinking Dorse would be up there waiting for him. In stead Dorse went back down Coal Creek to Silas Young's Cabin for the night. After 3 days a search party was formed and my father was found.
When he returned home my mother had him take off his clothes and found his legs were black from frost to his hips. It was necessary to amputate both legs below the knees (by Dr. Fisk). There he lay in bed with a young family of six children the oldest being 10 years old. He later formed the Mathis Market hoping this would be a way to support his family but this venture ended in failure and he lost all he had except his land, home and cattle. With a courageous wife at his side they survived the ordeal. As years went on the boys grew older and were able to take care of the farms and cattle. My mother passed away at the age of 44.1 was 10 and my younger sister Lillian was 5.
During my father's life he was county commissioner for 10 years, court bailiff for many years as well as very active as a teacher and officer in the church. Some of my father's sayings are: 1- A penny earned is a penny saved 2- A place for everything and everything in its place 3- Never put off for tomorrow what can be done today 4- A man's word is his bond.
Bernard Henry Mathis Born April 5, 1912
Weldon Morrison Mathis Born August 28, 1913
Nickname- Wilbur rug
Leslie Albert MathisBorn February 5, 1915
Max Dilsworth MathisBorn February 3, 1917
Elizabeth MaryBorn October 5,1918
Lucille MathisBorn November 12, 1920
Louise (Still born)1923
John Arnold Mathis Jr.Born September 20, 1925
Nickname-Hawkshaw the detective
Lillian MathisBorn January 30, 1930
Nickname- the little bedogler
Early experiences I remember with my brothers and sisters were on the farm and on the mountain. When my father homesteaded our 640 acre rangeland I was just a young boy, I remember going over the mountain in an old model B truck, sometimes we had to push it up the steeper hills. While my brothers were cutting post to fence it I would run errands for my mother, she would go along to cook to and keep things together. I would go after water and help around the cabin. I think I mostly would swing from a rope suspended on a rope between two quake trees. The mountain aroma was neat. At home I would tromp hay for my brothers. We would use a wagon and a team of horses. Sometimes I would get a water snake upon the load. They were always pulling pranks or covering me up with hay. I rated my nickname Hawkshaw the detective probably because I used to critique my brothers activities at the kitchen table, I loved to sit in the lower drawer of the kitchen cabinet. Climb in and train my full attention on their conversations and antics some of which might involve a fierce wrestling match on the kitchen floor to determine who had to do the chores. Checkers was the favorite indoor game in the winter, but in the spring and summer our big back yard was the scene of many basketball, football and baseball game. The kitchen window was smashed regularly until a screen door was finally placed before it.
Our yard: A granary for bins of wheat, oats and barley. A black smiths shed for forge and to hold a carriage. A corral for the milk cow and pens for her calf and space for a few horses, a barn filled with hay and rafters for us to run about, a chicken coop where mama kept the flock, gathered the eggs, and lopped off the heads of roosters slated for the soup pot. A privy in olden times (outhouse). A potato pit, with a ladder that went straight down, was like the black hole of Calcutta to a fearful sister. A fruit cellar and a large garden bordering the rest of the two story frame house which faced south. Our house was one block from the tracks and locomotive whistles were plying us almost constantly.
On the corner adjacent to our home was a bottling works store run by an affable Greek, named Scotty. We knew when he was making ice-cream and would sit on the front step not letting anyone in, he would tire of our wistful noses pressed against his front window and would come out with ice¬cream cones to place in our hands and a brusque "Now you go home!".
My sister Lillian and I were younger and closer because of the age span. One time I was on a load of hay and we were loaded and started to go to the stack yard it was common to throw the pitch forks up on the load. On this occasion one of the forks landed in my leg. Prior to this I was crawling through a fence and somehow a barb caught my leg and cut out a piece of flesh making a scar. The fork landed above the first cut making a scar the form of a spoon that I wear to this day. As a youth I loved to play ball or be with the kids, I remember on one occasion I was suppose to go with Leslie to the lower field instead I went ice-skating on Critchlow's pond. I was surprised when Leslie came after me. I expected a tongue lashing but he didn't say anything except let's go.
By the time I reached 15 years of age and a sophomore in high school defense plants in California were booming and jobs were plentiful my brothers were now 25 years or older and should be thinking about marriage, no way could they support a wife at home in our business. My brothers went to California; Bernard later enlisted in the service and served four years mostly in Germany. About this time my brother Max was killed in 1941 in Sunnyvale California he was working on a railroad on a bridge gang trying to get enough money for he and my brother Leslie to continue their schooling at BYU. His death was real hard on the family especially my father, I was home when he received the telegram. By now the family at home numbered myself, my father, and younger sister Lillian. I was fifteen years old a sophomore in high school, my sister was 5 years younger and the responsibility of the farms and cattle were mine, I had it pretty good until now, needless to say I grew up fast over the next 3 years.
The first year the cattle and farm suffered with me trying to finish high school and care for our business. I remember one of the first duties was to drive our old model B 1932 one and half ton truck to the lower field four or five miles south east of Price towards Wellington. I had to tend the water. I reached my destination alright, but when I tried to start the truck to come home it wouldn't start. Bernard and Weldon were the mechanics in the family and they could always tinker with it to get it to go, so I walked home. I then got into a 1930 Chevy sedan that we had and went out to the field south across the river. As I was going down the lane a tire blew out I got out and bawled like a baby, then the lord strengthened me to be equal to any disappointment. We really didn't start to prosper until I graduated from High school and became a full time farmer and rancher. I was able to increase the cattle herd and produce better crops. My father taught me all he knew in the business. We were good friends and worked together and saw eye-to-eye. He did all he could in his handy cap position.
Dorr Hanson, a brother in-law, was aware that I was left to harvest hay alone and the old day derrick was in a non-usable state. He rode down from Kenilworth to the lower farm near Wellington to evaluate the situation and see how we could fix the poles. We definitely needed new poles. At the time he was buying several truck loads of mine props each week from the Boulder Mountains in Bicknell as warehouseman for Independent Coal and Coke Company. He talked over the situation and our need with his good friend, Claude Baker, after he had delivered a load of props for use in the mine. He offered to truck in a load of props and to deliver them at the farm on his next trip. He realized the urgency at haying time and said he would act fast. He said, "I will bring your poles on my next trip in two days."
Claude delivered the poles to the farm and Dorr had the cost deducted from his payroll. Dorr had long three fourths inch bolts in the warehouse that he took along besides a heavy duty set of chains. He also brought blocks to raise that forty foot pole into place atop a twenty foot center pole. We installed the pulleys and cable and then hoisted the derrick pole up and chained it into place. Next we replaced the two split skid poles on the base and bolted them securely with the three fourths inch bolts. Dorr and I replaced the two skid poles and the derrick was now ready to stack hay. Dorr traveled to the farm after work as much as he could to help haul and stack hay. Dorr had a few previous years of experience hauling and stacking hay while living in Idaho as a boy.
Our heritage embraced musical genes on both paternal and maternal lines, with an accent on the Warren-Morrison line. Mary Jane Morrison served as an organist for the church all of her life. She used to play in the dance band headed by John Morrison and his Violin. Their home held a pedal organ in a place of honor and it was much used, mama played it chiefly by ear for she had the gift. Pearl possessed a lovely contralto voice, which she used often as a background for rearing eight children. A singing mother she was and she insisted on having a new mahogany upright piano placed in the corner of our living room. She earned the money by working as a registration agent. Her spirited renditions of "Over the waves," "Under the Double Eagle", and many other musical selections and accompaniments showcased her voice. It was tactfully understood that the piano was for the girls the boys may have tried to learn the keys but largely chose band instruments. Pa bought Bernard a cornet for fifty dollars. He became a gifted player and used a mute to play jazz. Weldon qualified for a bass horn belonging to the school and later bought his own sousaphone which he paid for by playing in a dance orchestra. Leslie chose a clarinet and Max a trombone. They were members of the famous Carbon County Band which would compete in both concert and parade at the national band contest held in Chicago on July of 1933. The band placed first in marching and playing and Number 1 in the second division of the concert. In Price the band was loaded at the railroad depot for three days to journey by coach to the teeming big city. They competed for five days went sightseeing at the world's fair and traveled back for three days. The band committee and school district supplied the funding; each band member was required to have 10 dollars in spending money. When the band pulled in around 11 o'clock in the morning the parents and towns people were cheering. That afternoon the band paraded and played along main street most of them were exhausted and several had caught a cold on a sightseeing trip of Lake Michigan and had to band. We were in demand at entertainments; playing polkas and waltzes in an up and down motion. We wore German clothing to add to the effect. We played "His Honor's March," we mastered it and the audience loved it.
I played for thirteen years moving up to second and then first chair, even after high school the old drum major Billy Reid used to be after me to join his band.
I have sung Bass in church and community choirs, I sang the Messiah every year for years. I was in demand as a funeral soloist; some of the requested favorites were "Beyond the Sunset", and "In the Garden". In my later years I served as chorister in the ward with organist and niece Carla Joy Liddell, I loved leading the music.
Our playground was a vacant lot on the corner of 1st north and 3rd east it was all dirt, we used it for everything; baseball, football. We would play tackle football with just our school clothes on. One boy I remember was Newell Sanderson, he was large for his age and was always given the ball. It seems like we were always on the opposing team and he was hard to bring down. We however became good friends, he lived on the south end of town and one night he was running across the highway close to Mabbuts Service and was hit with a car and killed.
Our Programs were held in the civic auditorium and the band room was across the road where the fire trucks were stored. It was then the American Legion Home. My special Friends in High school were the same as elementary adding Bob Downard and Roland Cato. My special teachers whom I remember were Verda Peterson, Earlene Durrant, John Pace and Parry McArthur. I graduated from High school in 1943 some memories I have were in the 8th grade. We were moved up to the old Carbon High school, I was now playing second chair in the band, our band room was located in the shop building which later became the bus garage. We had a good band of about 90 members. We had a good group of Drummers consisting of John Nikas, Jerry Morley, Jack Leonard to name a few. When I was in the 10th grade we would attend High school at the college in conjunction with the college. Separate class of course which was not a good situation, Aaron Jones was the president of the college and Melvin Wilson was principal of the High school. I did quite well in school however I never did understand geometry even though I passed. Mr. Wilson was the teacher and he was too involved with other duties of the school to spend much time with us.
I graduated from Carbon High in 1943, and worked full time in the Cattle and farm operation until 1946 at which time I thought I should get back into school. I could feed the cattle in the fall and winter and go to Carbon College. Due to the demands of the farm and cattle operation I could only attend college for one quarter, I wanted to major in a forestry course. I took two classes, one in sociology and psychology from Henry Pace and also Genetics from Mr. Lars Rasmussen. This is one class I understood and did well in, I would try to sit away from the others classmates so as to get a better grade however they would crowd around me and copy my paper and we would all get about the same grade.
The one Sunday school teacher I remember the most was Sister Agnes Johnson the wife of Thomas Johnson who later became operator of a second hand store. She would have us come to her home for our lessons; she was very considerate and loving toward us children.
Sunday school memories: I was in the Price 2nd ward, at this time there was only two wards in Price. Lou Bryner was our mutual and gleaner leader. She gave fine interesting lessons and had a good class; Ace Boulter was also very good to us kids. Our bishop was Frank Bryner his counselors were William Campbell and later Ace Boulter, our clerk was George Morgan who later became bishop of the second ward. It seemed like the main reason I attended Mutual was to become eligible to play basketball. Jack Cox and I were close friends and our lives were built around a basketball. Jack was tall about 6'4 and I was only 6' but a good set shot. We played long enough to be compatible with each other, he would get the ball and lob it to me and most generally I could put the ball in the basket. We were a good combination and played on some winning teams. After sacrament meeting and MIA we would get with other young people in the ward and drive around town. Generally in Agnes Mathis fathers' car, we had opportunity for dancing in the basement of the old tabernacle located on main street just north of the county court house. We had opportunity to take part in dramas, but I must admit this is not one of my desires. Bruce Bryner was always involved in drama and music.
I held the following Church positions: teacher 16-21 year old class, teacher adult class, Sunday school superintendent, Young men's president, Aronic Priesthood secretary, class president, 7 years as president of the seventies, instructor of the seventies group, counselor in the bishopric, and bishop for 6 years. Four years in the Stake mission 3.5 were part of the presidency. 8 years on the high counsel, High priest group leader, and High priest 1st and 2nd assistant.
At the age of 24 I met Idona Ward (Allred) at a church dance and we were later married November 18, 1949 in the Manti temple. We were both quite seasoned for a young couple, Idona age 19 was the eldest in her family and had the bulk of the responsibility her mother being ill with Lupus in her later years. I was now 24 years of age, even though we were mature for young people we were green as far as the temple was concerned. With marriage license and temple recommend in hand we arose early in the morning on November 18, 1949 and journeyed to Manti to be married. We didn't know we had to have witnesses and had no family members to assist us, however president Lewis Anderson (the temple president) assisted us and took care of everything. After a short honeymoon we settled in Price at 167 South and first East. I had purchased a small one and a half bedroom home from Wallace and Gladys Mathis it was his parent's old home. Wallace and Gladys had lived there prior to constructing their home south of town. They had fixed the home up, it was nice and comfortable. We lived in this home for a little over two years; Susan and Gary were born while in this home. We sold our first home and bought the Harry Kelly home south of Price, we fixed it up and enjoyed living here. The only problem is by now we have five children and growing out of it, Marilyn, Sheree and Linda were born here. We had the choice of either building on or selling it and building a new home. It didn't have a good foundation under the home so we decided on the later, after nine years in this home we sold it to Clayton Neilson and employed Ray Ward and Ray Toson to build the home we now live in. However it was originally located on the farm across from Kilfoyle Kraft on Highway 10.
I was ordained a seventy by Marion D. Hanks and started serving in the Carbon Stake mission. Phil Thayne was President, the church wanted us to serve 40 hours a week but Phil wanted more he was quite the task master. These years were hard for Idona having 5 children under the age of 7. In 1962 another child was born we named him Gordon Ward. I worked during the day and pursued missionary work each night. I was assigned two companions Bill Hanson and Delwin Wells. I served with these two brethren for six months at which time the 3rd ward (my ward) was realigned into the North Carbon stake. I was then transferred into the North Carbon Stake Mission with Arthur Saastamoines as president. I served with brother Saastamoines in the presidency for 3.5 years. I assisted in seeing 60 people baptized during my four years in the stake mission. Brother Saastamoines served 9 years in the mission and was instrumental in baptizing 190 members into the church.
After my release from these two missions I became interested in Politics and ran for county commissioner at the age of 36.1 was encouraged in the convention but lost in the election, then two years later in 1964 I ran again and won that election. I served in this position for 6 years or until 1970, serving my last two years as the chairman of the commission. I felt good about the success we had as members of the county commission and enjoyed working with people and my association with these men. Albert Santi, Walter Maynard, Hector Chiara, and Frank Sunter as well as Brig Young who was the county clerk. I learned a lesson my last year that we should accept whatever the lord sends our way. I was living close to the lord and the church, closer than any time in my life up to this point and I felt that the lord would perhaps sustain me in another term however this was not the case and I lost my bid for a third term. I didn't know at this time the lord had other plans for me. About March 1971 I was then called as 2nd counselor in the Price 6th ward Bishopric, with James Lee Jenson as Bishop and William John Bate as 1st counselor. These two brethren having served for 6 years were released on May 2, 1971.1 was called to become bishop of the Price 6th ward. P. Hampton Me Arthur as first counselor and Russell George Watermen as 2nd counselor. Other Counselors I had during my Tenure were Richard Westwood, Gene Cook, and Harold Oats. I served in this position until May of 1977, at which time Levon Grundvig was called as bishop. In May of 1976 we were surprised with the birth of our seventh child a boy we named Craig Morrison. During the later years of my political career and as bishop my wife and I were involved in the Indian placement program with our six children. At the time we had Eva John age 16 an Indian girl with us for 1 l/2 years, then Orlando Seaton a young 8 year old Indian boy came into our home who was a good companion for Gordon who was 9 at the time, he stayed with us for 2 years and his parents told him he didn't have to come back so he stayed home with his parents. It was during the time that we had Eva living with us that our son Gary left on his mission to the Manitoba Minnesota mission. The Lord seemed to be testing us through all these years, although we have been greatly blessed all our married life. I have been employed by the Carbon County School District for 35 and a half years starting as a bus driver, custodian, ware house manager and retiring as the purchasing agent for the district in 1987. After being released as bishop I served eight years on the High Council in the Price Utah North Stake with President James Lee Jensen as president, Fredrick Noyes as 1st councilor, and Kent Lowe as 2nd counselor. Craig was born in my 5th year as bishop. I have been schooled by many great leaders in the church and served in many positions whenever I was called. I have served in most of the Priesthood Quorums and auxiliaries available to us, of which I am greatly blessed and thankful. Idona and I were called to accept responsibility for sacrament services and Family Home Evenings at Castle Country Care Center. Various wards are assigned the presentations. My wife and I round up residents, many in wheelchairs from the wards and arrange them in the day room. The piano has to be pushed in from the dining room. Every Sunday morning and Thursday evenings we oversee, aid, and conclude the activities.
Gordon was called and served 19 months in the Bagio Philippines Mission in April of 1982 to 1984. Craig is now serving a mission in the Canada Vancouver area for two years. He left on July 12,1995.
I would like to leave my testimony to my children,
grandchildren, and great grandchildren. That we are involved in the Lords work in the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints by living the Gospel as we know it in the church. We are endeavoring to live a Celestial Law hopefully we can gain the Celestial Kingdom in the next life and have our families with us. We receive many blessings through our activity in the church by living and adhering to the Lords commandments. We can be very happy in this life and our father in heaven blesses us each day by doing his will. My children and grandchildren I plead with you always to be found in living the Lords commandments if not, put your life in order that we might be together in the next life. I leave this testimony with you in the name of Jesus Christ Amen.
Animals in my Youth
At the age of fifteen I had all of the responsibility of the two farms and cattle. I worked horses on the farm; we had two saddle horses and five work horses. I remember well the idiosyncrasies of several of my unique helpers. Dukie was a saddle horse and Mag served as the brood mare of our horses. She would lead her colt's home from the field. One day Mag was hit by a car and her chest opened in an ugly wound but she recovered. Mag was a super willing derrick horse who would pull beyond her capacity to raise the Jackson fork full of hay to the hay stack. When the load was tripped, the sudden relief knocked her to the ground. At times that was a sight, but she would come ready for the next challenge, a champion work ethic.
Hanks sired all our horses until we decided to end his services by having him castrated and demoted to the role of work horse. Hank still had the brain of a stallion and at times was undependable. He and another workhorse were harnessed to the mowing machine and were cutting the hay for me when a mean bot fly flew up between Hank's legs and hit him on the chin. He went into a spasm and ran away, taking his partner along. I lost the reins when I hit the big drain ditch and was thrown on the left hand side of the framework of the mower machine. The cutter bar was moving a good clip, cutting a swathe up the field. I sat in the framework and thought, "What a way to die!" The rough cleated wheel of the mower ground into my back and threw me through the frame work onto the soil. I tried to rise up and chase the horses but fell down. My right leg was dislocated and muscles torn off it. It just happened that Chris Jorgensen saw the accident from the highway and drove his truck into the field. He loaded me in the back of his pickup, I could feel every furrow, and took me to the hospital and called Pa who called Doctor Bliss Finlayson to repair the damages. He put a sleeve on my leg and cranked it up, to stretch the leg back into the socket. A cast was then put on, all this done with no anesthesia. Later when the cast was removed I saw my leg withered to a bone. I had to walk home but Joan Lewis a girl I was going with picked me up in her car and took me home.
Crippled as he was, a double amputee, Pa tried to work with me. He would pitch the manure where the cattle had been resting all winter into the manure spreader to fertilize the ground. Another time I was raking hay with a dump rake, it has a wheel on each side with shafts to hold them and the horse in the middle and tines to rake the hay into piles in the field. I was using fast paced Hanks when he broke both shafts at the same time letting the rake go down and knocking me under the tines. Hanks drug me through the tines, breaking my glasses and skinning me up but this time I sprang to my feet and chased him down. Hanks wasn't through with his escapades I was leveling ground next to Peter Monet's farm I had finished leveling using three horses one a six year old that had never been worked, I put him between Hanks and another horse, I tried to go back to the stack yard through a fence between our farm and Pete's. Pete was burning weeds along the line. The horse broke and ran as I held the reins airborne. While the horses had to make a loop to get through the gate the leveler got caught and was demolished, it was a borrowed leveler (most of our tools were borrowed). Once I borrowed a marker to mark furrows from Othan Mott, he stopped me midway saying to unhook the horses he needed his marker right now.
On another occasion I was spring toothing the alfalfa in the spring to loosen up the soil, having been packed by cattle all winter. I was walking behind the spring tooth with none other than Mr. Hanks when a ring came off his bridle. Hanks and one of his geldings broke and ran. I was going in a circle sidestepping the spring tooth until they finally stopped. It seemed that Hanks had it in for me, he was not dependable, this stud— turned work horse but his era was over he was about 18 years old and we got a tractor. I was glad to have Hanks pose for Jay Marks as he put a 22 bullet in his head and hauled him away to the byproducts plant. Tractors do not eat hay; those seven horses ate as much hay as we produced when we needed it for the cattle.
Dukie our riding horse wouldn't gallop but trotted fast. He was smart enough to vote and about the same age. One day I had to get him when he was in the field which made it about impossible to catch him. I tried grain; he was just too smart to let me put a rope around his neck. After running him, or running me around the field he finally ran into the lane that ran into our farm. I figured I would have a chance now to catch him. I just about got the rope around his neck when he whirled and trotted down the lane and into the field. I was mad and ready to kill him by this time. When I got to where the field opens up I couldn't see him. I looked all over and finally I looked in the corral and he was standing there waiting for me to come as if to admit his defeat and readiness to work. He stood quietly while I put on the bridle and saddle as if to say, "You win, please don't shoot!" Dukie had a bad habit of breaking the ropes I used to tie him up. I took him in the back of the truck to the mountains. He rode very well and seemed to enjoy it. At the cabin I unloaded him and used a brand new lariat to tie him up for the night. In the cabin I heard him struggling, rearing back to break the rope I went out and doubled the rope. He still struggled and popped my Lariat. All I had left to tie him up was the chain on the truck that holds the sides together. Not very long I could hear him rattling the chain all night long but he was there in the morning. Dukie was a wonderful cattle horse. If the cow stopped, he stopped, but he was always trying to escape and go home even when hobbled in the Desert he would hobble home.
Dukie's bad habit of breaking ropes spelled his doom. I had him on the desert rounding up the cattle from the winter range to drive them to the summer range. I rode in the stirrups; you don't just put your hind end in the saddle. I had two horses to alternate and Dukie was on of them. Since the camp offered no cedar posts I tied Dukie to a railroad tie that had been pounded into the ground. When we came back to camp that night I saw him standing in the creek. When we got to him he apparently had reared back and pulled the tie out of the ground. When he broke and ran the tie hit his back hoof. Skin was the only thing holding the hoof on. There was nothing to do but to put him out of his misery. Apparently this must have happened early in the day for he was trying to put weight on the foot. All we had to kill him with was an ax and a knife. I could not stand to kill him or even take part so my cousin Rex Mathis, and Mason Meeks had to do it. Rex blindfolded Dukie and hit him on the head with an ax. They used a pocket knife to cut his throat so he would bleed to death. I was in the tent feeling bad. I saw him lying in the creek the next day. Dukie was a good cattle horse with bad habits. He was 21 or 22 years old and old enough to know better. I suppose most people that have used horses for one thing or another would have experiences of similar nature.
I had a roan horse I had traded Archie Meeks for a calf. Roanie had a bad habit. When I stopped to open a gate, she would hump up and buck me off. I would ride her all day out in the demonstration area north of Wellington. When I got off to open or close a gate she would catch me an aware and throw me off. I had to walk home to the field with her in front of me. This happened about two times. After that I made a big knot in the end of the rope. I would hurry and get my feet in the stirrups when she humped up I would unload on her with the knot aside of her head. She soon forgot about acting up at each gate.
In the mountains at the top of the dug way that led to the old cabin I had placed our "Doghouse" I bought it for $275 dollars and loaded it onto the back of the truck. I parked it on wooden sawhorses close to the spring. It had a stove and bunks enough including a hammock to sleep our whole family for some unique family outings
Gordon remembers when he was helping me drive the cows from the mountains in the fall. We were getting close to the big corral where we loaded the cows into the old cattle truck to take them home. We had to drive the cows through washes full of holes. Hollis Branch who only had a few cattle to drive started to laugh and then to yell, "Looks like you have a calf down in the hole over there!" But after a better look he said, "By hell Arnie That's one of mine!" He quit laughing especially when he found it was a full grown cow with only her head sticking out. Fortunately she had horns, Gordon watched as Hollis and I tied ropes to the saddle horns of two horses to pull the cow out of the hole. We laughed all the way home.
Personal History of Idona H Ward Mathis
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Idona "H" Ward was born September 7, 1930 at Wales, Utah Sanpete County. She was born in the home of Grandpa and Grandma Dyches.
My grandfather, Charles Dyches, named me after an old girl friend of his. Charles Dyches was the second husband to grandmother Dyches. (Macel Beal Howard) Grandmother Dyches was married first to Frank Arthur Howard, who was the son of William Howard. She had three children from him, my mother Lula Mae, Arvilla, and Arthur Ardean. After marrying Charles Dyches grandmother had one more child a son, Eugene Dyches.
Eugene was like a brother to me because in my early childhood days I spent more time living with grandpa and grandma than I did with my mother.
I was the first of four children born to my mother. My father was Aubrey Delbert Ward. Stepfather was Carlos Ernell Allred. I was never adopted, although I used the name of Allred most of my life.
I had one half sister and two half brothers they are: Earlene Allred born July 16, 1933, Chesley E. Allred born October 25, 1934, and Robert Huel Allred Born February 28, 1936.
I don't remember playing too much with my sister and brothers. I remember being left responsible to tend them when I was quite young.
In the summer time while living in Moroni with my grandparents, I worked tending children and helped do house work for Bertha Blackburn.
I played with Uncle Curtis and Aunt Mamie Allred's children until I was in the third grade. At this time my parents bought a home close to town, across the road from the schoolhouse. This was in Spring City, Utah. I spent all my summers, Christmas's, and every chance I got to live with grandpa and grandma Dyches. I did this until I was sixteen years old. I then stayed home, worked doing housework for different people in Spring Canyon. I also did babysitting jobs. I later got a job in a confectionary store that summer.
My mother's name is Lula Mae Howard. She was born on September 8, 1913 at Huntington, Utah. Her father's name is Frank Arthur Howard. Her mother's name is Macel Beal.
My mother was five foot seven inches tall with pretty red natural curly hair. That later in her latter years turned to a light strawberry blonde. I remember her a little on the heavy side. She was very talented, excellent seamstress, good cook, and homemaker. She wallpapered, painted, and kept a clean house. She gardened and canned fruits and vegetables. She always liked to read. Her temperament was hot tempered and nervous. As a child she hated her red hair and freckles. Her life was hard, as she was the oldest of three children. She was jealous of her younger sister Arvilla whose personality was opposite of hers. Arvilla could get almost anything she wanted by cuddling up to her father. My mother was also on the sickly side as a child, she only went to the 8th grade in school. Grandmother Dyches had to divorce her husband (Frank Arthur Howard) when she was quite young. This also was hard on the children. My Grandmother said she always wanted to marry a returned missionary. She did, but he was a real woman chaser. He chased after women in Carbon and Emery County. This was very hard on my grandmother and her children. Grandmother finally divorced him after he contracted venereal disease. They had been married in the temple, but she was also granted a temple divorce.
After my grandmother divorced she later married Charles Dyches. There were grandmother's three children and grandfather Dyches seven children. Times were hard, grandpa Dyches told all the kids except Max, who had the Rickets that they would have to leave home and go on their own. My mother went to work in Salt Lake City doing housework for the rich. Her sister and brother, Arvilla and Ardeen, went to Denver and stayed with their own father. Frank Arthur Howard died shortly afterwards from venereal disease. He never did remarry.
Even though grandpa Dyches kids left home when Grandma's kids did, his children came back. Grandmother's health was ruined while living in Wales, waiting on so many people under such poor living conditions. No bathroom facilities and a cold drafty house.
My Grandmother was large, five foot eight and quite heavy. I only remember her with poor health, real bad sinus and arthritis in her knees and feet. She had to work hard raising a garden and helping with the chores.
My mother married young at age 16 to my father Aubrey Delbert Ward, On December 14, 1929 in Salt Lake City, Utah.
Aubrey was working for Utah Power and Light but got fearful of losing his job when the depression started. So he quit his work and went back to Blanchard Oklahoma to get work in the grain fields. My mother being pregnant with me did not go with him, but went back to Wales to live with her mother. The last my mother saw my father was just before I was born. He was on his way to Denver, Colorado to look for work. He never was successful in finding work during the 1930's depression. My mother did correspond with his mother and sister for a few years. The last letter she got was when I was about eight years old. By this time she was married again and had three more children. I answered the letter with the help of my mother, but we never did hear from anyone again. I also sent a picture of me
when I graduated from high school. We never heard anything back nor did the picture come back.
My father Delbert Aubrey Ward was born February 19, 1902 at Blanchard Oklahoma. He died 1999 in California.
Personality or characteristics of my father told to me by my mother's sister, Arvilla. He was medium build, medium height, and on the thin side. He was very easy going, happy go lucky, especially after a few drinks of beer. But he was restless and couldn't stay put. According to the letters my mother received from this mother and sister he never remarried until later in life. She was a woman from California and he didn't seem happy. He mainly was a roamer and was last heard of in California.
Lloyd Price in the Wales Ward in Wales, Utah, blessed me on October 5, 1930. William Dennis in Spring City Ward Spring City, Utah baptized me November 6, 1938. William E. Robinson confirmed me November 13, 1938.
When I got baptized I remember I had to go under the water the second time because I stuck my foot out.
I probably graduated from Primary after moving to Spring Canyon in Storrs Ward in Carbon County. My mother worked in the primary in the Storrs Ward.
I had a good MIA teacher in Spring Canyon. She taught us the two or three years in Beehive Classes. Her name was Bertha Vance. Thru her teachings and my grandmother's teaching, I always had the desire to marry in the temple.
I started school at the age of six, attending the Spring City Elementary School at Spring City, Utah. I went thru grades 1-5 1/2. I attended 1/2 year in 6th grade at Moroni's Elementary School. Some of my close friends I had in elementary school were: Patsy Schofield, Marilyn DeLamar, Maurine Schofield, and Carolyn Anderson. Jewel Burno was my best friend in Moroni. The Burno's lived just thru the lot from my grandparents in Moroni; I spent a lot of time in their home.
I started school in Spring Canyon in the seventh grade. I went to school in Spring Canyon 7th, 8th, and 9th grade. School was hard for me in Spring Canyon because in Spring City and Moroni there were large classes in each room. In Spring Canyon there were only 7 to 8 students in each class. So two grades were sometimes put together and taught by the same teacher. The teachers in Spring Canyon were of better quality. They were J. Grant Kilfoyle and Hazel Jones. I also remember a Mr. Bennett but he was not the quality of Kilfoyle and Mrs. Jones. J Grant Kilfoyle later became the Carbon School District Superintendent and Mrs. Jones taught school in Price at the Reeves School for many years after I was married.
Jeannine Clark was my best friend in Spring Canyon and still is to this day. She married Calvin Charles Campbell one year after I was married. So our friendship has carried throughout all these years.
I did not attend any Seminary classes. I attended 10th grade in Helper Junior High School. Because I rode a bus from Spring Canyon to Price in my high school grades 11th and 12th, I attended two quarters of college at Carbon College in Price 1948-1949.1 wanted to become a Home Economics teacher. I graduated from high school with a college preparatory degree.
At the time I was going to college my mother was very ill. My dad (step) didn't think it was necessary for me to go to college. He insisted that I stay home and help take care of my mother. I later started working at the Spring Canyon Store and Confectionary.
My only close relative other than Grandparents (Dyches) was my mother's sister Arvilla. When I was 10 years old I went to Denver Colorado and stayed with her and her husband Bob Gifford and daughter, Barbara Jean. Barbara was almost three years younger than me, but was mature for her age, being raised as an only child and taught to read by her grandfather Gifford who lived with them. I stayed with them all that one summer. After my mother died, Aunt Arvilla was like a mother, sister, and best friend to me.
We were always raised with a pet dog. I loved our German Shepherds. We had two or three of them. They were not allowed in the house and when we lived in Spring City I always felt more secure with Brownie on the doorstep when I was left home alone. Another German Shepherd dog, named Boots, when we lived in Spring Canyon was a good and friendly dog, but someone fed him ground glass in some meat. I can still see this dog throwing up blood. This is what killed him.
Most of my playing time was spent in Moroni during the summer months. I remember playing kick the can, Annie over, and run sheepie run. We also had bon fires and roasted potatoes, corn, and made mulligan stew.
In Spring City we lived across from the schoolhouse and so we had access to the swings, slide, and teeter taters. I remember playing softball in Spring City with Patsy Schofield' family. There was a swimming pool in Spring City next to the school, so I went in swimming sometimes twice a day when I was there.
There were also movies in Spring City once a week. I remember one time I hit my sister in the stomach and about knocked her out. My dad made me stay home from the movie while everyone else went. This just about killed me. I never ever remember hitting again. My favorite movies were Blondie and Dagwood, Roy Rogers, and Shirley Temple.
Another playing time I remember was when living in Moroni I spent a lot of time playing on the ditch bank playing in sandy mud. I would make dollhouse furniture.
During the summer months while staying in Moroni, age 14-15, I worked for Bertha Blackham tending children and helping with the housework. The one thing I didn't like to do was her ironing. I worked for 35 cents an hour. A good day was around two dollars fifty cents. This did help buy some of my school clothes.
The most fun time when I was growing up was looking forward to going to the Black Hawk Days of Sanpete County. I liked it the best when I stayed in a tent at the Fair Grounds in Manti with grandpa and grandma Dyches. Grandpa always had a racehorse that he raced at the fair. The horse's name was "Old Lady". She was a good horse and most always won enough money to buy fuel (coal) for the winter months. I learned to love horse racing.
Another reason that I didn't like living at home with my mother was because my step dad drank beer and would get drunk. This caused a lot of trouble between my mother and stepfather. It seemed my mother was always running away from him or trying to find him. This caused a lot of unhappy times in our home.
After my parents moved to Spring Canyon my dad quit his drinking and smoking. Mama was much happier here than she had ever been. This is when she became active in the church and worked in the Primary with her cousin Lola Brodrick who was president of the Primary.
I don't remember very many fun times with my parents. Although I know that they went fishing in the summer time up to Schofield. They went deer hunting. Earlene, Chesley, and Robert went fishing with them, but at this time I was living in Moroni. Mama and daddy also played cards with a group of friends in Spring Canyon.
I never felt the closeness to my mother that I felt to my grandmother. It was easy to cuddle up to my grandmother and tell her that I loved her. I did love my mother and I knew that it was from her that I got my clothes, Christmas, or anything else that has to be bought. I realized later that my mother was just not that type of person. She wasn't the lovey dovey type of person. She was more on the quiet side, sincere, honest, and always tried to keep her word. She never had to hit or scold, when she disciplined, she only had to give us a dirty look.
My mother was good to send me to church and Primary. My grandmother always took Eugene and I because she was a Sunday primary teacher. Grandmother knew how to make a person spellbound with her stories. Everyone liked her and children loved her.
I guess you could say I blossomed when I was 15 years old, in the 10th grade. Until then I was too heavy to be attractive. I grew a few inches taller and lost about 20 pounds. I had two boyfriends the last two summers that I lived in Moroni. Don R. Bradley when I was 15 and Cliff Memmott when I was 16. Don R. was a good dancer. Between him and aunt Arvilla's second husband, Bob North, they taught me how to dance. Everyone looked forward to the dances held in Moroni on Saturday nights. In the summer time it was held in the open-air dance hall and in the winter months in the Old Bungelo. I remember roller-skating in the Old Bungelo.
I was also active in 4-H sewing classes while I lived in Moroni. I also remember going on 4-H camping trips. We had to ride in the back of a big cattle truck. Most everyone came home with a sunburn. I did not sunburn; my olive skin kept me from freckles and sunburns like my brothers and sister.
The summer that I was 17, I stayed home and worked in the confectionary which was next door to our house in Spring Canyon. I was going steady with Dumayne Gilson this summer and when school started he left to go on his mission.
Shortly after Dumayne left I started college at CEU and I met Arnold Mathis. I thought that he was quite good looking but he had a red face. I first met Arnold at a MIA dance in Price. He asked me to go home with him, but I did not. Later I heard he had a bad reputation, but that was not true. My first date with Arnold was a blind date set up by Jack Cox who was going with a girl named Neva Jensen from Spring Canyon. I did not date him too often at first, but gradually it was almost weekly. In around about April I think is when we decided that we were in love and was looking forward to getting married in the fall.
The most convincing thing about marring Arnold was that we had the same goals. He was active in the church and he didn't drink or smoke or use fowl language. He looked clean and neat.
We were engaged September 7, 1949 on my birthday. We were married November 18, 1949. Married life was wonderful for both of us. Neither one of us had had it so good. The little house Arnold bought from Wallace and Gladys Mathis was fixed up really nice. Neither of us had used an electric stove before, so we had fun making cookies and fresh canned apricots. The apricots came from the tree that was next to our house. Arnold brought me to Spring Canyon during the summer and my mother helped me can them. Apricots and cookies became a big laugh with our friends.
Back to when we got married; the day that we got married, we went over to Manti by ourselves. Arnold had stayed at my house the night before. We did not ask anyone to go with us. (Bad Move) My parents had not been to the temple and his father being handy capped with artificial legs from the knee down, we didn't ask him to go. My grandparents lived in Moroni and I didn't ask them to go. Arnold's sister in Kenilworth could have gone but we didn't think of asking them either. We were just two greenies going to the temple to get married.
Arnold and I had our little spate and arguments in our marriage. I remember one time I got mad and was going to leave him. He offered to help me pack. But when I got thinking I said, "I don't have any place to go." He said, "I know you don't that's why I offered to help pack."
When we got married Arnold was just a farmer and a stockman. It didn't take long until he had to seek more employment to keep food on our table. So he got a chauffeurs license and got a job driving a school bus.
We couldn't wait to have a baby of our own. We never used any birth control when we were first married, I didn't get pregnant for about 3 months and I was getting worried that I couldn't have children. Both Velda Neureen Nay and Neva Jensen Cox were pregnant they had gotten married a few months before us.
Susan was born October 31, 1950. She came one week earlier than planned so Arnold was on the mountain rounding up cattle. My mother and father took me to the hospital. By the time Arnold came home he was the father of a pretty little girl. We called her our little pumpkin.
Life started going fast now; I was busy taking care of a baby and Arnold making us a living. Arnold and I had good times with Velda and Morris Nay. We took turns playing cards at each other's house. We carried our babies back and forth on a pillow and they never did wake up.
Arnold's father lived just thru the back yard from us. He was a wonderful man. He did a lot of reading and so when I visited with him he mostly was always talking over my head. Arnold's father died the following May after we were married. I tried to be good to him by having him over for dinner or taking food into him. I heard thru the grapevine that he thought Arnold had a good wife.
Time continued to go fast. Susan was a darling little girl and the apple of her daddy's eye. He carried her on his shoulders whenever we went walking. When Susan was 18 months old she had a little brother born to us. We named him Gary Arnold. I remember Gary as a good baby. But it wasn't as easy taking care of two babies as it had been just one. When Gary was but a few days or week old, Susan picked him up out of the bassinette and was coming into the living room with him. I jumped up to get him and she dropped him on the floor.
When Gary was three months old we moved from in the city to south of Price about one mile from town. We bought the home upon the hill behind Wallace and Gladys's home. It was a little larger than we had had but I never did like that home. Corrals, flies, mosquitoes, and mud surrounded us. We did fix it up and put a full bathroom in it. It had a very large kitchen, which I had put my washer and dryer in. I about killed myself off mopping that big kitchen floor on my hands and knees. The children had fun pulling their toys around and around the table. One time my mother was there and she said, "Idona you've got to do something about the noise these kids make." I turned and said, "What noise?"
Of course my mother wasn't well at this time, so noise and confusion bothered her. She also was concerned about me. I had five children under the age of seven and I was beginning to show on me. I was getting more nervous and crying a lot. Arnold was gone a lot, either working or spending time as a stake missionary. My aunt Arvilla always said," it's a good thing that children are born to the young mothers, because you can't stand the confusion as you get older."
Arnold then got word that they needed a warehouse man to work in the school district. With my pushing we about drove Superintendent Harmon crazy, calling to see if they had hired someone. They had given the job to Frank World. We soon found out that Frank couldn't do lifting. So we immediately got on the phone again and called Superintendent Harmon. He finally gave Arnold the job. Arnold was able to do both jobs so he didn't give up the farms as yet.
It always seemed that we didn't have quite enough money to live on. So Arnold took on another job of hanging signs. At this time Gary was old enough to help pick up the papers, when Arnold scraped the sign boards down. This was a hard job and also hard on his back. Gary also hated this job. When Arnold ran for County Commissioner, Gary bore his testimony and said, "He hoped his dad won, because he was tired of picking up sign papers."
Arnold was County Commissioner for 6 years. But he did lose the first time he ran. Two years later he ran again and won. If he hadn't won this time I don't know what we would have done. We needed the money, but I also got an ulcer because of the tension of campaigning. The kids got tired of passing out handbills those 6 years.
We always thought and knew that the Lord was looking out for us. We always had just enough for our needs.
Before Arnold became a County Commissioner he served 4 years as a stake missionary, putting in 40 hours a week. When I think back I don't know how he did all he did. He all but let the farms take care of themselves with a little watering. He was told that if he did the Lords work, the Lord would see that his work would also get done. We were truly blessed while Arnold served his mission. It left a lot of responsibility on me and I cried many times that I couldn't stand it much longer. But I was also blessed. I remember crying one night, I left the house and went down under the shed and got in the truck that Arnold use to put up signs. I was crying so hard and then all of a sudden I had stopped and was on my knees praying. I prayed that I could support Arnold in his calling and all his jobs, And that I could stand to take care of our 5 children without complaining.
Things got better and by the time he had completed his mission, I could no longer stand to live in the house we were living in. It wasn't large enough for our family and 3 corrals, flies, mosquitoes, and mud surrounded us. I always wanted to live in the city not on a farm. I talked Arnold into selling this home. He said if I could get $13,000 out of it he would sell it. He really didn't think it would sell for that. We had only paid $7,000 for the home but had fixed it up by improving the bathroom, back porch, and yard and other rooms. It was only a two-bedroom home we made the back porch a bedroom.
Here again the Lord was watching out for us, because we did find a buyer. We sold the home for $12,800.
We made plans to have a home built in north Price by Frank Brienholt. As it turned out this house wasn't going to be as large as we thought it was going to be and the family room in the basement was not going to be finished. We both didn't feel good about moving to the city now and just didn't know what to do. My brother Chesley had just returned from his mission and he said to us, "Well, why don't you pray about it?" We prayed that night and by morning we knew where we should build our home. We immediately stated making plans with a contractor Ray Ward and Ray Tuson to build our home on the front right side of the farm, next to the wash and highway 10. He gave us what we needed for the price of $21,000.00.
We loved our home and took much pride in taking care of it. We had a nice yard with a few fruit trees and some shrubs in the front. We moved into this home in the middle of May, 1962. We sold this farm in 1980 to some land developers, who had big ideas for this farm. But it did not work out for them. They took out bankruptcy and left First Security Bank holding the deed. Just prior to this we had decided to move our home across the road on a piece of property that we had acquired from Wallace Mathis. Now this was a brick home and it was difficult and expensive to move it, but it moved beautifully. We then built on a family room with a wood-burning stove in it. We also have a lovely south deck. Arnold and Gordon built back our basement. We have a game room, two bedrooms, and a lovely large bathroom with a large tub. There is also a nice storage room and a pit. Upstairs we have a living room, 3 bedrooms, and 2 bathrooms with laundry in the one off the kitchen area. The Kitchen dining and family room combined together is where we do most of our living, which is very comfortable.
First Security Bank did honor the contract that we had signed with the contractors. We were paid the amount that we agreed to sell the property for. We have felt many many times that we have been blessed, and been able to enjoy our family and have the necessities and luxuries of life. Because of the wonderful blessing we have helped our children purchase homes of their own.
The gospel played an important part in raising our children. They attended Sunday school, Primary, and Mutual. They all graduated from Seminary. I would have to give all their teachers much credit for what they taught them. They were good children, but I guess they weren't angels. I always wondered why we couldn't keep a babysitter very long. My children told me years later what they did to the baby sitter. Susan and Gary would chase the babysitter around the kitchen table with a butcher knife.
While my family was small I spent most of my time alone with them. I remember I cried, complained, and I prayed a lot. One particular time I remember after a long crying spell, a feeling come over me like what are you crying about? I then had the feeling to get down on my knees and pray. I can't remember all that I prayed about in that prayer but I remember asking my Heavenly Father that I might endure this responsibility of taking care of my children and that I could support my husband in his callings. When I got up from that prayer I was a different person. I have been blessed so much. I truly love my Father in Heaven.
In all we ended up with seven beautiful children. Gordon who was number 6 we loved and enjoyed him so much. By this time I had some good babysitters of my own and they were so much help to me.
One of the greatest blessings we had and also probably the best years of our life was when Arnold served as bishop of the Sixth Ward for six years.
Then came our seventh child (Craig). Craig was really a surprise. He has been a great joy in our life and now he is a great challenge, but we really do love him.
In no means were we the perfect parents, we had and still have many weaknesses to overcome. Another great blessing and opportunity in my life has been to serve my Heavenly Father in my church callings. I have enjoyed every one of them and grew in spirituality.
I am also so happy for our 24 beautiful grandchildren, and to know their parents are serving in the Gospel of Jesus Christ.
My occupation through the years was mainly a housewife and mother. I did work in a sewing plant, Koret of California, for eight years prior to Craig's birth.
MY TESTIMONY (Added November 2014)
I would like to close my history with my testimony.
I know that Jesus Christ is the Lord of the Earth. I know that through the power of the priesthood blessings can be given and a person can be healed.
For example: My uncle whom I was very fond of had been laying on his back for weeks and couldn't move because of rabbit fever. My grandmother finally got him to have a priesthood blessing. He had a friend who had just come home from a mission. He came to his side and gave him a blessing. Within an hour or so Doyle was laughing and able to turn over on his side.
I was only about eight years old at this time. So I have had a testimony of the gospel of Jesus Christ for many years.
I have had many prayers and blessings answered in my life also.
I was blessed with a good husband and my seven wonderful, beautiful children. And many grandchildren and great-grandchildren.
I still have many weaknesses and faults to overcome. I pray that I can yet overcome them. I ask this in the name of Jesus Christ, Amen