Harriet Ann Thompson Baker - written by Raymond O. Baker, December 30, 1956
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I desire to write a few notes as I remember them in Grandma's life. I only had the privilege of knowing her for a few very short years because she passed on to her reward when I was only thirteen years old. but I did look forward to her regular visits to our home at North Creek. She and Uncle Cliff would come to our home and many times stay over night with us. How we kids loved to have her around. We never missed going to her home when we went to town and that good homemade bread-butter and jam was always waiting for us. She knew the way to a boy's heart was through his stomach too. I'll still always remember we kids running to meet them and their one-horse buggy as they came to our home. She also had some of the best apples I ever tasted -- that early summer apple, well, no other can be so good.
The spring of 1917 our school from North Creek was transported to Beaver, which gave me the opportunity of spending many a noon hour with her. Yes, she was in so much pain at times she would grit her teeth, but she never complained -- not one word. She would ask me to sit by her chair or bed and hold her hand. Then I, as a curious boy, would ask to see her toes ... Yes, the Diabetes (sugar I believe) had caused her toes to gradually die and to decay, so she had to have them taken off, but she knowing she couldn't last too much longer made the request that they be preserved in alcohol and placed in position with her remains when she passed on. Yes, she died by inches and never complained. She bore a powerful testimony of the Gospel. One of the things she was always asking we boys to report was in our regards to our Sunday School and religion classes. She as I remember her, being left alone didn't go to regular church meetings but she was religious in every way. I don't remember her ever speaking cross or getting angry with anyone.
Her friends were many, proved by the overflow crowd that attended her funeral services. I remember going to her home after the services a day or so. The uncles and aunts were dividing up the few souvenirs, that is bidding for each article to pay for Grandma's services. When most everything was taken care of their remained a cupboard (shelves, no back in it) and a black old chest of bureau drawers. My father said "I'll give five dollars for these the way they stand. It was agreed. Later Grandma's old family Bible was found in the lower drawer, and some of the members seemed to feel that this should be separate from the dresser. But Aunt Nora came to dad's rescue and said "No Ray bought as is and it belongs to him." The Bible was broke into two parts but it contains much of Grandma's record in her own handwriting and she was an expert penman. Also their was in the leaves Grandpa's Indian War Veteran medal for valiant service, and a buckskin wallet, tis pretty much worn but real treasures now in my possession. (I'll be glad to show or exhibit these anytime or loan them for a short time to other interested descendants of our noble grandparents.)
While Philip Baker was on his mission a son was born to his mother Harriet Ann Thompson Baker. Philip suggested that his youngest brother be named after one of the apostles of that time, so he was named Rudger Clifford. Eight years separating him from his brother Daniel Ray. Rudger was born July 11, 1888, and his father died May 24, 1901. Cliff was felt to grow up under his loving mother's care. Naturally he learned to love her dearly and remained by her side caring for her when she needed him most. Yes, in her last months he cared for her as a mother would a child, washing her hands and face, combing her hair etc. His early life was devoted to his mother's care thus sacrificing his own life to care for her. After she passed on to her reward Uncle Cliff was in his early thirties and didn't care to enter into social life, consequently he has never married. At this time he lives with his sister Nora in her home at Richfield, Utah. She being left alone since Uncle Charley passed on has too been comforted by his being with her. I look forward to spending many more happy hours with them at Aunt Nora's cabin at Fish Lake. They are an inspiration to me to see them enjoying themselves so much at this mountain home.