MILFORD JAY WILTBANK
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History of Milford Jay Wiltbank Sr- Known to Friends and Relatives As Uncle Mitt
History of Milford Jay Wiltbank Sr.
Known to Friends and Relatives as Uncle Mitt
He was born April 15, 1890 in the town of Amity, Apache County, Arizona to Ellis Whitney and Hannah Mary Hall Wiltbank. He was the youngest boy of a family of 9 children. He became an expert horseman early in life. He started as a teamster at the early age of sixteen and developed into manhood at an early age. His first job was with his oldest brother "Pacer" (William Ellis) at Navajo Arizona driving a "4 up team". He mostly grew up in Greer, as his father had a sawmill there (on Benny Creek).
He went as far as the 6th grade in his formal schooling. However, he filled a 3 year LDS mission to the Northern States Mission and spent a great deal of his mission in the state of Indiana. After his mission he worked for the Railroad building railroad and again working with horses. At that time his mother Hannah Mary had been called to manage the LDS Academy boarding house in St. Johns. He came into St. Johns on the weekends to the dances and to see his family. That is where he met his bride to be.
He met and married Geneva Julia Plumb in St. Johns Arizona. We don't know much about their romance. It was told to mother that dad's mother, Hannah Mary picked her out for him. They were married 22 August 1913. She taught school in Greer, and shortly after their marriage they homesteaded O'Cote Ranch. Born to their union were 5 children. H. Clive, Elen, Milford J., Jr. (Jay), Harold Hews and Mary Elizabeth (Bess).
Clive recalls his first recollection of the ranch was a "honeymooned" old log house from Hall Creek. They later moved it back around the hill ( to meet Desert Entry Requirements) to where it now stands.
Clive recalls that they lived in Greer in 1920-21. I remember going back to the Ranch and hauling drinking water from Bigelow Crossing located on the lIttle Colorado River about six miles away. We hauled the water by team and wagon. The water was put in barrels and later dad got a specially constructed tank and we continued to haul water by team and wagon.
Jay was born in Greer (23 December). We had a Christmas party there and they pulled him out of a little box ( from under a Christmas tree) that said M. J. Wiltbank. It was quite a surprise to us kids (Clive and Elene) because we suspected nothing.
Dad worked for J. E. Thompson, a lodge owner in Greer. We moved to Eagar sometime in 1922. Hews was born in Eagar, April 30, 1926. During this time, dad was homesteading, farming and hauling freight for Julius Becker. He hauled freight to pay off debts for ranch and homesteading expenses.
Julius Becker would carry the debt for a year and then he would take all of their grain harvest for payment. Dad didn't quite raise enough grain to pay his bill so he would haul freight in a two ton Model T truck. He also paid off debts at ACMI (Arizona Cooperative Mercantile Inc.) On his freighting trips he generally took Clive with him. The truck would stall on the steep mountain road out of Concho. Clive would follow along and block the wheels and then they would start up again and they would gain a few feet, repeating this process until they reached the top. If Clive was not on the trip then dad would have to unload half the load at the bottom and take one half to the top, unload, then return to the bottom for the other half.
2 Ton Model T Ford
Later the family moved to Holbrook as dad got a job with the Highway Department at the Petrified Forest maintaining the highway. Then later, he got a job with the Union Oil company in Holbrook and dad became the plant manager. Mary Bess was born in Holbrook, August 24, 1928. What a blessed event for the family. We moved to McNary in 1930 as dad started a new Distributing Company there for the Union Oil. He resigned from his job with the Union Oil company and we moved to the Ranch in 1932. Grandfather Plumb died at the Ranch while visiting there.
During this time dad ran for Sheriff of Apache County but lost the election. There was too much opposition in McNary, however. He received over 90% of the vote in Eagar and Springerville. He bought a house in Eagar from his brother-in-law H. T. Brawley. He took out a free-use permit (timber) and dad and Clive cut and hauled the logs with horses and had them sawed up into lumber at the Fred Burk sawmill in Greer. He used this lumber to make part payment on the house he bought from Uncle Hank. At this time dad made his living mostly from cattle and farming.
During this time, we lived at Eagar in grandfather Wiltbank's house. It was a large house as they planned on having a boarding house, but grandmother died before they could get the thing done.
At the beginning of his career as a Rancher he organized a group of men to establish a water compnay called Fish Creek Irrigation Company. This was the origin of the Wiltbank Reservoir and Fish Creek Irrigation Ditches which delivered water to the Robinson Place, Ashley Hall and Roy Hall Homesteads, the Mike Hale Place, Fred Hoffman, Marion Lund, Hyrum Wiltbank and the O'Cote Ranch. He did a great dael of work there and became the principal stockholder in the Company.
He made a successful operation out of O'Cote Ranch. That is, he eveloped raw land and including the entire irrigation system which included construction of reservoirs, dirt water tanks, and ditches located tem miles from the Ranch. This was no small fete, considering it was all done by horses and by hand labor. He was tough when it came to physical work and endurance, but also highly generous and compassionate.
Grandmother Plumb was an invalid for 15 years. He was strong and he picked her up and carried her in and out of the house and many other places. He did much to see that she was properly cared for.
In his home life he was loving and kind. He especially loved little children. He was an excellent barber and the children of neighbors and relatives would line up on Saturday s for hair cuts from Uncle Mitt, for which he refused any payment. He was very conscientious of the needy and the sick. When he killed a beef there was always needy families to share with. He spent many hours night and day sitting by the bedside of the sick. He and mother took care of the dying who had no close relatives to take care of them. They brought them into our home and cared for them and saw they had proper burial at the time of their passing.
He had a good singing voice and sang fun songs like "My Pearl Is a Bowery Girl, she's all this whole world to me. She's in it with any of the gals around town and cocking good looka see. With a walla walla hall she beats them all, waltzing together we twirl. She sends them all crazy to speal her a daisy, does my Pearl the Bowery girl." He sang Saur ***** am bully it sure am fine, we tromps 'em and we tromps 'em and we tromps 'em all the time." He loved saur ***** and he and Aunt Nannie used to see who could whistle the refrain to "See the Merry Farmer Boy" the best. And he also sang "Indian Napanee" and the refrain goes thus: Although you are a dark little Indian maid, I'll sunburn to a darker shade, I'll wear feathers on my head and paint my face an Indian red, if you will only be my Napanee.
He loved to dance, and taught his children all the old time dances. When Hews and Mary Bess were quite small he taught them to dance together- the Waltz and the Schottish, the Virginia Reel and the Chicago Glide. He and mother were great dance partners and attended all the Old Folks Parties. They were in a performing group of four couples wearing old fashioned dress demonstrating many pioneer dances.
He made friends very easily and it seemed he knew every person in Navajo and Apache Counties and also down on the Gila. Anyone who descended from those pioneers that were called to settle Arizona and New Mexico, he seemed to know. He became acquainted with lots of tourists that came to the White Mountains to hunt and fish. He had somewhat a disliking for the Forest Service men and when he killed a beef he took all the edible inside parts like the marrow gut and sweet breads, he cooked up a dish that most regular people wouldn't eat and called it "Sun of a Gun" and sometimes without affection called it "Forest Ranger". It was really quite tasty if you were used to it.
He provided our family with wonderful tasting beef. He loved pie and made the best mincemeat I have ever tasted as he put real beef in it. When we didn't have fruits and vegetables he would invite the peddlers to come and spend the night at our house as they were always in neeed of a place to stay. He loved fresh tomatoes eaten like strawberries, with sugar and cream.
He liked to dabble in politics. He and Roscoe Hamblin were companions at this time. The State Highway jobs were highly sought after and he and Roscoe thought they could control the situation as Democrats in the Round Valley area. However, there was too much opposition by other groups who were also seeking political jobs. This included two of his brother-in-laws. He was a very staunch Democrat and sometimes when in heated discussion referred to them as "Dogs". Anyone who voted Republican was a "Pinto".
He held a state job as District Road Foreman for six months. But the opposition put so much pressure on the state that they had to let him go and his brother-in-law, Roy Hall was appointed in his place and that ended his political career for some time- until Jim Smith ran for governor. He became very active in that campaign. He also held a state job at the State Highway Commission while living in Phoenix in an effort to live in a different climate to treat his declining health in the 1940s.
These dabblings in politics seems to show his sincere patriotism and his feelings for the progress of Apache County and the State of Arizona. He made a special trip to Las Vegas when Hoover Dam was completed. He also expressed and showed his active political support for Senator Carl Hayden who is credited with pioneering and seeing that project to its completion. Dad stood in awe when he saw the dam and the immensity of it and felt his political support played a part in the completion of it.
He was very successful at his own farm and cattle operation. He received an award as Conservationist of the year from the Soil Conservation Service. He was intensely interested in water managment and pasture development.
He was also dedicated to teaching chilren moral values, hard work, the importance of obtaining an education and the development of self-reliance and importance of thinking out and resolving problems of their own. In the eyes of his children he was truly a "Great Man". He upheld the principles of great men.
He and mother made a trip down to Mexico to visit Elene. During this trip bone cancer developed in his mouth and he had to stay there a couple of months before they could make it home. He had it operated on and it got better, but subsequently his health deteriorated during the early 1960s. He died of cancer and heart failure January 16, 1965 and is buried in the Eagar, Arizona Cemetery.
Mary Elizabeth Wiltbank Burton
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Mary Elizabeth Wiltbank Burton
Mission Farewell Photo - 1947
Short Personal History by Mary Burton:
As a member of the Walker Lane Daughters of the Utah pioneer camp, I am challenged to submit this history ASAP. I submitted the history of my great-great-grandfather Lyman Curtis in order to become a member of the DUP.
He was one of the 9 horsemen who entered the [Salt Lake] Valley before the first Company [of pioneers] and built a huge fire of sagebrush so that it could be seen up immigration canyon in the month of July, 1847. The nine horsemen were scouts who scouted ahead of the first Company to make sure they were going in the right direction.
My Grandparents were: Ellis Whitney Wiltbank, son of Spencer Watson Wiltbank who crossed the plains as a young man in the first company. He drove a mule team for "the brethren" [of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints]. He married great grandmother Annie Sanders, who also drove a mule team for her father. They were married on the first Christmas Day after their arrival.
Ellis Whitney married Hannah Mary Hall, daughter of Thomas Hall, who joined the church in England. When walking by a church he heard the hymns being sung inside a church. He went inside and joined Brigham Young and the missionaries singing before the audience, because he was a good singer and thrilled at the spirit he felt from hearing the hymns. He was soon baptized. He married Ann Hughes who was small enough to hide in the Grandfather Clock when Thomas came to ask for her hand. They lived to raise many grapes that could be picked right from the kitchen door in St. George, Utah. They worked on the St. George Temple and spent their later years serving there.
My mother's parents were likewise as valiant: She is the daughter of John Henry Plumb who is the son of John Merlin Plumb Jr. and Elizabeth Cleopatra Bellows whose family came to Nauvoo to be baptized by the Prophet Joseph Smith only to see him chased by the mobs and martyred before that took place. Merlin's father was a doctor who spoke five languages. On one occasion he was caring for a very sick child when the prophet Joseph came to their door when being chased by the mobs. They hid him in the feather ticking under the sick child and declared to the mob that the child was too sick to be moved. The mob then left. They must have suffered terrible times. After the Prophet was martyred, the mobs gave them only a few hours to bury their father who had become ill and died, and leave Nauvoo. They were later baptized by Eliza Sheets.
John Henry Plumb crossed the plains from Iowa to Salt Lake Valley when he was two years old, as his parents had stopped in Potowatamie county Iowa to wait for him to be born and grow old enough to make the rest of the journey. He grew up around Indian children as playmates as the Indians helped his father with his sawmill on Mt. Nebo. He learned Indian ways and was always friendly with the Indians and almost became like one of them. John Henry Plumb married Eveline Madora Curtis and had 11 children, and he married my grand mother, Ada Adeline Elliott who had two children and had been divorced. He was called by Brigham Young to take her as a second wife.
John Henry Plumb made trips back to help bring the saints to Salt Lake City. He was called to help settle Arizona. He maintained a farm in Gila Valley, Arizona and one in St. Johns, Arizona, from which he raised enough food to feed both families and do freighting back and forth. He had great respect for human life. He and his father at one time captured Geronimo and held him captured in their tent. Eventually they let him loose. His wife was near death and he received word about her while freighting. He stopped his horses in the mountains and went to pray in the woods and told Heavenly Father he would give up the use of tobacco if God would spare her life. His prayer was answered and he never touched tobacco again. He saw a white man beating an Indian that the man had tied to a tree. He stopped his wagon, went to the white man and pulled him away from beating the Indian and took away the whip. He asked the man to untie the Indian man and told him that was not the way to treat any human being. He always carried a gun as he was sought after for being in polygamy. He was ready to defend his families at any moment. He escaped to Old Mexico through a cornfield taking his families with him. He stayed on e year and came back to the states because he did not like Old Mexico. His wife asked him to quit carrying a gun, so he threw his gun in his chuck box and never carried it again. He took especially good care of his animals and his tack (bridles and harnesses, etc.) and his farms. Indians could be found camping in his yard and around his house on weekends and in their travels back and forth. One of my earliest recollections is riding in the back seat of our model T Ford underneath Grandpa Plumb's body after he passed away, as my parents were taking care of him at our ranch house ten miles out of Eagar, Arizona. My father and mother laid his body on a slab or wide board with a blanket over his body and laid it across the back windows. I tried to sit underneath, but I was too tall so I lay down to sleep until they arrived in St. Johns to prepare his body for burial.
I was not around my grandparents while growing up because they had all passed on. That makes these histories even more important to me. My parents lived in Holbrook, Arizona where I was born and moved to McNary, Arizona, and then to our ranch near Eagar, and then into Eagar.
I was raised in Eagar, Arizona and went to school there. As a teenager I worked at the movie theater, in the drug store, and I ironed shirts for voice lessons. I worked at my Aunt Mollie Butler's guest lodge [in Greer, Arizona] in the summers and met lovely people from the desert who came to fish while on vacations in the summer, one of whom was the Governor's secretary. She offered me a job if I would go to Business School in Phoenix. So, I did and then worked for the Arizona State Industrial Commission. From there I went on a mission [for the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints] to the North Central States.
I grew up loving to sing after taking voice, so in Phoenix I sang in the Youth Ward Choir. And in the mission field I had fun singing whenever called upon. When I came home, I worked for J.W. Becker as his secretary. Then I came to BYU, thinking I could find the same missionary spirit and associates that I enjoyed as a missionary. But, things weren't the same and re-entry was lonely and hard. There were few missionaries I knew, until one Sunday I was late for my church and went to the next ward and there was a missionary I knew, Elder Burton. We enjoyed each others company. He talked and I listened. When we met his cousin Melva Fawn Smith from Arizona, we began to find out we had a lot in common. She was a granddaughter of Lot Smith and he was a great grandson of Lot Smith. Melva Fawn and I were friends in the Arizona Club at BYU. My father and grandfather were friends of Lot Smith and his family in pioneer times when all those Arizona pioneers were there together and knew each other. Lot Smith was the first Stake President in Arizona and my grandfathers, Merlin and John Plumb, were also right there with all of the first ones to help settle Arizona.
So, I married George LeR Burton who was born March 16, 1930 in Holbrook, Idaho and I was born in Holbrook, Arizona on August 24, 1928. It's been fun having that in common and knowing that our grandparents knew each other.
When our children were small and growing, we had opportunity to go a lot of places as LeR was in National Real Estate. We traveled to many cities in the U.S., such as Seattle, New Orleans, Los Angeles, San Francisico, San Diego and many cities in California, Arizona, New Mexico, Washington, Oregon, Idaho Montana, Florida and Hawaii. We have been to some Church history sites and would like to see more.
In the fall of 1988 we traveled to England and Germany on our way to South Africa. I was in South Africa five weeks and it was the greatest trip of my life. We had an equally great trip to Alaska to see Denali and the glaciers and boat trips to see the sea life. It was an unforgettable experience.
As far as holding positions in the Church, I have always loved serving my Father in Heaven anywhere I have been asked to serve. I began with teaching the small children in Sunday School with my girl friend in the Phoenix Third Ward. I was called as a youth to sing in the Ward Youth Choir. We traveled around the area and sang where ever our Bishop made the arrangements, from the Mesa Temple to Youth Conference in Prescott. Next I served as the Stake Youth Activities President (chairman). It was challenging and fun to have that responsibility. Next, I was called on a mission from the Phoenix Third Ward. I served in the North Central States with headquarters in Minneapolis, Minn. I was only 19 years old when called and served in the mission office as mission statistician for nine months and then I served out proselyting in the city for the remaining eleven months. After coming home, I taught in MIA, Sunday School, Primary and Relief Society. I was asked to be the Jr. Sunday School Coordinator back in 1953 in our BYU ward in Provo. I taught all of my children in primary, especially the boys in scouting. I served as a den leader for both my boys and their friends for about nine years.
My awards are not particularly spectacular. I worked hard to receive my Golden Gleaner Award. And now, they do not give that award anymore.
My greatest reward is my children. We have six daughters and two sons [Julie Robin, George Craig, Janene, Elizabeth, Kathryn, Camille Jared LeR and Helen]. They were born within the first ten years of my marriage. That is the greatest challenge I have had mainly because the illness of hypoglycemia. As I got older the illness became worse and I would fall asleep during family night or other important times when I needed to be alert from my blood sugar dropping so low. With the responsibilities of family I seemed to neglect my own needs of going to a doctor to find out what was the cause of the problem. Through it all I have had many spiritual experiences that have gradually taught me to listen closely to the promptings of the Spirit and it has strengthened my belief and relationship with the Savior. Learning and listening about the pioneers and their experiences of faith and fortitude has increased my attitude of gratitude. I realize that I should have had a great appreciation of pioneers in my youth. May I never forget to honor them and to be grateful for their sacrifices.
My next greatest reward is in my grandchildren and great grand children. They are our most priceless rewards! We have many family problems that I am sure other families have had through the generations. Our grandchildren have made achievements beyond our greatest expectations already in their lives and may they all continue to do so and use their older cousins as examples to follow. We want each one to always keep themselves worthy to have all the blessings of the gospel in their lives by keeping the commandments. Learning how to communicate and how to remain friends and realize mistakes are made by everyone, that no one is perfect, and to love one another are some of our challenges as a family. I want my family to know that i have a testimony of our Savior and through the power of the atonement have received baptism by fire and the Holy Ghost, becoming clean from the blood and sins of this generation and taken into God's rest, but still must endure to the end. So, through my spiritual experiences, I have learned and know that the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints is the only true Church on the earth today. I love the Savior. I believe in Him. Jesus is my friend. I honor Him and worship Him in every way. I still have much to learn about Him. Much progress is to be made in our whole family continually.
Mary Elizabeth Wiltbank Burton
Junior High School
My mother used to tell met that I came from "strong stock." Meaning that I came through strong pioneer ancestors. So, I believe my children came from "strong stock" as I have tried to show by telling about some of my ancestors in this history.
Mary Elizabeth Wiltbank Burton
Mary Elizabeth Wiltbank Burton
(Written by Mary Burton, submitted to this blog by Helen Burton Macfarlane)
Milford Jay Wiltbank by Mary Bess (his youngest daughter)
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In his home life he was loving and kind. (And at times, a big tease) He especially loved his grand children and all of the little children. He was very conscious of the needy and the sick. When he killed a beef he always found needy families to share with. He spent many hours night and day sitting by the bedside of the sick. He and mother took care of the dying who had no close relatives to take care of them. They brought them into our home and cared for them and saw they had proper burial at the time of their passing.
He had a good singing voice and sang fun songs like "My Pearl is a Bowery Girl". Shes in it with any of the gals around town and a cocking food looka'see. With a walla walla hall she beats them all, waltzing together we twirl. She send them all crazy to speel her a daisy, does My Pearl the Bowery Girl."
And Sauer Kraut am bully, it sure am fine, we tromps em and we tromps em and we tromps em all the time." When he sang that it made you love to eat sauer kraut. He and Aunt Nannie used to see who could whistle the refrain the best to "See The Merry Farmer Boy tromp the Meadows Through or Bobolink and Maple High. (I wish I had the words to that one). And he also sang "Indian Napanee" the refrain goes, "although you are a dark little Indian maid, I'll sunburn to a darker shade, I'll wear feathers on my head and paint my face an Indian red, if you will only be my Napanee.
He loved to dance and taught his children all of the old time dances. When Hews and Mary Bess were small he taught them to dance together, the Waltz, the Schottish, the Polka, the Virginia Reel and the Chicago Glide (more difficult). He and mother were great dance partners and attended the Old Folk's parties. In their late 60s they were in a performing group of four couples, wearing old fashioned dress, demonstrating many pioneer dances.
My earliest recollection of his is at age 2-3 years old when at Stake Conference in St. Johns. He was holding me and showing me off. Many people came and spoke to us and admired the dress and bonnet mother had made for me. He must have enjoyed holding me because I have many memories of being held and loved by him all through my childhood. He held me on his lap while driving the car, and as I became older he taught me to steer the wheel and take control of the car while sitting on his lap. Driving always seemed natural to me.
He held me in the saddle while riding his horse to go check fence or to check the irrigation at the ranch. He held me on his lap while listening to the news and when the reception wasn't good he would stomp the floor with his foot or pound his fist on the table and the reception would improve. I remember him cutting up my food and teaching me table manners. He taught me how to set the table and was careful to see that I was kind and helpful to mother especially before and after meals. if we took too much sugar and cream on our food he would reach over with his table knife and tap our hand to remind us we were not allowed to take more than a teaspoon of sugar or a tablespoon of cream. He put sugar on his grapefruit. He loved bread and milk and always ate it for his supper and ate his big meal at noon time.
His teasing was hard to understand at times, but mother seemed to understand it. When he would be sure that we tasted coffee or had a puff from his cigarette when throwing it out the door for him, she would say, "dont you ever touch that awful old stuff!"
He would introduce me as his long legged Lizzie or his big footed Bessie.
I remember him taking me on the new hay wagon with rubber tires. He thought rubber tired wagons were the greatest thing ever invented. I was to tromp the hay down as he and the others piled it on. One time I lost my shoe in the hay and never found it. Another time there were a coupld of rattle snakes under the hay bundles. and when he and Bud Hale saw them they got them with their pitch forks and killed them.
I didn't see him brand cattle or use his lariat but once or twice as mother thought cowboy life too tough for a girl. I was to stay home and learn to play the piano. After a while dad said I didn't know much from staying home and he got me a job up at aunt Mollie's guest lodge in the summers. It was fun and I did learn a lot.
I remember him taking part at the 24th July relay and games of tug o war and at the rodeos with a team and bed roll. When driing to Phoenix one time, he told how he had driven a 100 head of horses down through Cibicue and down Salt River Canyon. The movie, "Man From Snowy River" reminds me of my dad driving the horses. He took my girl friends and me up on the mountain to find a camping spot where we could camp for a week or two during the summer.
As I got into high school he began to loose his health to cancer. But he still worked every day. Seems that he had bad health most of the time that I was growing up. After riding his horse all day he could barely walk when he got off. He would come home and lay on the couch on his massage machine. That seemed to help so he could get up and go again the next day. His daily activities varied a great deal and he was always up and gone early. Sometimes he took me with him.
One morning i could see that mother was putting cream in the churn and planning on me doing the churning and that seemed a boring and tedious job, so I slipped out and climbed in dad's car, expecting he would melt and take me with him but mother saw me from the window and began to laugh at my trick. I had to stay home and do the churning.
Dad taught me to build fires. It was my duty to get up first in the mornings and build the fires in the cook stove so mother could cook breakfast and in the living room so the house would begin to warm up. It was my chore also to have plenty of chips gathered and put by the cook stove in the wood box. I learned to chop wood with an ax quite well.
However his attempts to teach me to milk the cow were unsuccessful. But I remember him having me get a cup and giving me me a drink of milk right from the cow's udder many times. One time when at the ranch I climbed into the corral where there was a wild cow that he was wanting to train to be a milk cow. She came after me with seconds and I barely turned around before she booted me to the top of the fence with her horns. I climbed right on over very quickly. If I remember right he worked with that cow for quite a while but she was still too mean for mother and the kids to milk.
I was only six when we moved from the ranch to our unfinished house in Eagar, but I remember him helping Clive get the logs from the mountain from which he obtained the lumber to do the finishing and cabinet work. If I remember correctly, dad and mother bought Clive a beautiful band saw from Sears and Roebuck catalog. They set it up out on the porch and from there Clive cut, measured, trimmed, sanded and finished every door frame and all of the cabinet work in that house. And what a beautiful job he did! I was fascinated with watching him. I was there the day he looked at his finger and looked down in the sawdust and calmly said, "Looky there, I've cut off the end of my finger." Mother wrapped it tight and rushed him to the doctor. And while there were obtaining and preparing the lumber the plasterers came.
What a huge mess they made before they completed the process of "jazz plastering" the walls. But before it was over dad had them put his Y Spear brand on the south wall of the living room. As if doing all of the finishing work wasn't enough, Clive continued and made some great pieces of furniture to be used around the house.
From dad's help in getting me a job at Aunt Mollie's I met the governor's secretary. I told he I was going to Phoenix to business school and she said to come and see her when I finished and I did that and was able to work in the Arizona State Industrial Commission until my Bishop asked me if I would like to go on a mission. Hews was on a mission at the time and I felt it would be too hard on my folks financially, but I made a trip to Eagar to tell my dad-he was out milking the cow at the time. He immediately said that he had always said if any of his children wanted to or were called to go on a mission he would support them.
He and mother and Elene, were all wonderful in helping me to get ready to go. It was at the time of Jay's graduation from Berkely, so the four of us made a trip to San Francisco and Oakland to the graduation and then to Salt Lake to drop me off at the mission home. But before we left dad went up on the mountain to check his cows and he saw a bunch of wild turkeys so he took his lariat and laid down behind a log in the direction in which they were headed and when they came close enough eh caught a turkey with his lariat. He brought it home and mother cooked it up for eating in the car while traveling to Oakland. From there, I went on the train to Minneapolis for 18 months to fill a mission. Hews filled his mission in the Northern California and we came home about the same time.
Then I worked for Julius Backer as his secretary for a while, but then decided to go to BYU. Mother and Dad helped me with a year's schooling the best they could. I was working two jobs and carrying 28 hours of school. Bu that is where I started dating my husband to be, after having met him in the mission field. We were married six months later in the Arizona Temple. Dad and mother were also married in the temple the same day and I was sealed to them, so it was a double wedding ceremony.
Words cannot express my gratitude for having met and married such a good and wonderful man and to have that sealing done on that day. The Burton family all have commented on dad's wonderful hospitality at the time of the wedding. I was glad they got to meet him before he died. He was able to make two or three trips to Utah with mother at the time I had my children. When we were first married and LeR was going to school, dad would try to fulfill my wishes and send me a Christmas tree that he had cut from off the mountain somewhere. If he didn't bring it he would send it with Guy Lund who made frequent trips back and forth from Provo to Eagar at the time. That seemed to satisfy my longing to be home at Christmas time. I especially remember their visit at Christmas time when Kathy was born. I know they were just as thrilled with each grandchild as they expressed of this lovely child of my own. When he was gone, I truly missed him and felt I needed his advice on how to raise my children. I was like mother and felt he died too young(72) because it was at a time when we all still needed him. He gave us a great heritage.