A Brief History of the Coleman Family
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The historical records of the Coleman family place their known origin in England. The research which has been completed list our oldest known Coleman ancestor as John Coleman, 1671-1734, of Ardesden, Essex, England, married to Elizabeth Simmonds. Their son John Coleman (1700-1786), and grandson John Coleman
(1731-1780); and great-grandson George Coleman (1765-1811) all lived and died in England.
The Prime families are also prominent in the Coleman lineage, showing up in two ways. The wife of John Coleman (1731-1780) was Ann Prime (1732-1780) whose father was Edward Prime (1703-1800) and grandfather was Thomas Prime (1661- ); all residing at Barrington Cambridgeshire, England. The other Prime
lineage comes from the wife of George Coleman (1765-1811) who
was Elizabeth Sarah Prime (1761-1824) whose father was Mathew Prime (1718- ), and grandfather was William Prime, also from England.
As we look at the descendents of George Coleman (1765-1811), we find that he had seventeen children (three sets of twins, one set of triplets, and eight single births) but only six survived to
maturity. In reviewing the records of the grandchildren of George
Coleman, we find that at least eight of them joined the Mormon Church in England and immigrated to the United States and crossed the plain to Utah as pioneers. However, in this brief historical summary, we are only interested in our own line, consisting of George's son Prime Coleman (1803-1844) and grandson George Coleman (1827-1909) and his great-grandson George Smith Coleman (1866-1922).
Prime Coleman (1803-1844) married Sarah Thornton (daughter of William Thornton and Elizabeth Christian) and they lived on a
large, well-managed and prosperous farm. They and their children were converted to the Mormon Church and were baptized in1841. In 1843, they sold their property, went by team and wagon to Liverpool, boarded the ship "Swanton" and sailed for America. At New Orleans they transferred to the ship "Amaranth" and proceeded up the Mississippi River, necessitating a delay at St. Louis due to ice on the river, and finally arrived at Nauvoo on
April 12, 1843, which was three months, and twelve days after
they had left their home in Thomcot, Old Warden Parish, in
At Nauvoo the Prime Coleman family lived on the farm belonging to Hyrum Smith. It was a hard life. Their oldest daughter (Sarah) died, and the youngest child (Martha) was born. Prime died of typhoid fever in 1844, and was hastily buried in an abandoned well, of which the exact location is not known. The same month Joseph and Hyrum Smith were killed, and for the next six years Sarah Thornton and her seven children shared the trial
and persecutions of the exodus from Nauvoo, and the moving or being driven from one county or state to another. It was June 15,
1850, when she and her children were placed in the company
supervised by Bishop David Evans, and headed for Utah, arriving there in September.
Sarah Thornton and her children settled in Lehi, Utah. She served ad Relief Society President for eleven years. Her children were all active in the church, and were among the first to employ a genealogist in England to search out their ancestors for the church records.
George Coleman (1827-1909) son of Prime Coleman and Sarah Thornton, married Jane Smith (1838-1924). George drove a team from St. Joseph, Missouri to Fort Hall, Idaho, and then went on to California where he worked for a while and then traveled back to Lehi to join his mother and brothers and sisters. He fulfilled two
missions, one in the Salmon River area of Idaho, and another in Arizona. He and Jane Smith were married in 1859 in the Endowment House in Salt Lake City. They lived in Lehi, then in
1863, moved to Smithfield, in Cache County, and in 1877 moved to Escalante, Utah. Later they moved to Teasdale, Wayne County,
where he was Bishop of the Teasdale Ward, and later was Patriarch of the Wayne Stake.
George Coleman took a second wife, Maria Thalseth, in June,
1865, thus practicing polygamy. There were nine children born to
Jane, of which seven lived to maturity. Maria had three children,
of which two lived to maturity.
It might be appropriate here to point out some background to Jane Smith Coleman (1838-1924). Her parents were Alexander Smith (1813-1850) and Mary McEwan, both from Scotland. The grandparents on both sides were also from Scotland. Jane was a very active person, was the first school teacher in Wayne County (then Rabbit Valley), teaching at Loa in 1882-1883. She also taught school at Teasdale. She was the first president of the Relief Society, second president of the Primary, and third postmaster of Teasdale. She operated a hot house and had many beautiful
flowers and also operated a store in Teasdale. She was active in the genealogy work and did much to assist in obtaining the
genealogical information on both her family and that of the
George Smith Coleman (1866-1922), son of George Coleman and Jane Smith was born in Smithfield, Utah. He married Angeline Hunt in 1886 in the Manti Temple. Their early married life was spent at Gunlock, Washington County, Utah; being the area where the Hunt family were residing at this time. George
filled a mission in New Zealand, leaving his wife and five children to manage their farm at Hebron. After he returned from his
mission, he moved his family to Teasdale, where he provided a
large and well managed home for his family and was made Bishop of the Teasdale Ward. He and Angeline had eight children, of which seven were raised to maturity.
George was active in farming and stock raising, having many cattle and horses, and he enjoyed the work and effort which was required to make it a success. He and Angeline were successful in carrying on the Coleman and Hunt tradition of being active in the church, the community and contributing toward a successful and healthy livestock and farming business in the area. The home environment was on which encouraged religious consciousness, cultural growth, wholesome social life, and a desire to improve one's own ability as well as assist and encourage others. George was killed at the age of 56 from injuries received in a fall offhis horse while riding across an ice covered meadow.
A copy of this document is in the possession of Ken Smith. KCH
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History of William Coleman
William Coleman was born 9 Dec 1836 at Tharmouth, Bradford, England and came to Utah in September 1850, at the age of fourteen, and was the sixth child in a family of eight. His parents were Prime Coleman and Sarah Thornton. The family joined the L.D.S. Church in 1841, and immigrated to Nauvoo, Illinois soon afterwards.
Quoting from his sister, Elizabeth Coleman’s history:
“On our arrival in Nauvoo, we went to the house of Hyrum Smith, brother of the prophet Joseph Smith. We stayed at the home of Hyrum Smith for a short time, and then we moved to Peck’s farm, as our family had been farmers in England. We remained on the farm for a year. When the prevailing fever seized on us and we all had it and were very sick. My father and sister died from it, 11 May 1844. During our sickness we had several visits from Hyrum Smith.
The mother with her seven children was left to share the hardships and mobbing with the other Saints after the Martyrdom of the Prophet and his brother on 27 Jun 1844. After that my mother moved to the 11th Ward in Nauvoo City. We lived there for about two years. There we first became acquainted with Bishop David Evans and his family. It came about by my mother sending us to him for fast day donations to aid us in our living. During this time the trouble of the Saints in Nauvoo was increased. The mob was after us and we had to move on foot from that city. Companies commenced to be formed, wagons made and all preparations for moving as fast as possible. Our family was included in one of the companies to be moved with Bishop David Evans having charge of our company. At length it came for us to move, but we had double the amount of wagons to our teams, and out plan of travel was to take half the company a days travel and then send the team back for the other half, thus often taking three days for one days journey. After traveling on this plan for some time, a part of the company decided to take another route, and the company divided, leaving Bishop Evan’s Company with about 12 wagons.
We traveled on that plan for sometime longer when our cattle were giving out, necessitating a rest to recuperate. Our provisions were also running out. When we were at Noddaway Creed, we decided to remain for a time. Bishop Evans and five other brethren were going to Missouri to work for provisions. While they were gone, we were compelled to kill one of the starving cattle to eat, and thus save ourselves until their return.
In due course of time, Bishop Evans and the brethren returned with provisions and teams. Thus enabling us to continue our journey. We traveled to the state of Missouri remaining there for three years.
The men of our company got work to get provisions and teams, in preparing for our final journey across the plains to Utah. In the spring of 1850, we commenced our journey to Utah. Myself, and other young persons walking about all the way, and mostly all bare footed. We arrived in Salt Lake in the fall of 1850. We remained in Salt Lake County, where we joined with others in founding the City of Lehi. The boy made a living for mother and family. William helped to build the first house of its kind in Lehi. It still stands and is in very good condition. At the age of twenty, William Coleman and Amy Gibson were married and sealed to each other in the Endowment House, 3 Jun 1856. He was the father of 14 children.
Their first two children were born in Lehi. Then they moved to Smithfield, Utah in 1862, where he helped stand guard when the Indians were so bad. They also had to fight grasshoppers to save the crops, and helped to pioneer Cache Valley and Smithfield.
He (William Coleman, Sr.) was the father of fourteen children.
Benjamin Coleman, his third son, was born 2 Sep 1862, in a dugout in the bank of the creek in Smithfield, Utah. About 1865 William Coleman married his second wife, Edith Weeks, who bore him five children. Two died in infancy. He had nine children by his first wife and one died in infancy.
Quoting from his grand daughter, Mae Phebe Coleman Barnett’s history: “William Coleman was a very humble and spiritual man. He had great faith in prayer and in healing of the sick.”
Sarah Thornton, his mother was President of the Relief Society Organization in Lehi, Utah 28 Oct 1868 and served eleven years. She lived with her children in Smithfield, Utah until she died in full faith at the age of 86, 2 Feb 1898.
A Short Sketch of the life of William Coleman
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by Amy Smith Haucock, June 28, 1950
William Coleman son of Prime and Sarah Thornton Coleman, was born in 1836 in Thormough, Beadford, England. He was the sixth child of a family of eight.
His parents and their family joined the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints in the year of 1841 and came to the United States and joined the Saints in Nauvoo, Ill. They lived on the farm of Hyrum Smith, brother of the prophet Joseph Smith. While on this farm the father Prime and the eldest girl Sarah died. This was in 1844. This left the mother and seven children to share the hardships and mobbings with the other Saints, after the martydom of the prophet and his brother. The family moved to the eleventh ward in Nauvoo, where David Evans was the bishop.
When the companies were formed to move from Nauvoo to Winter Quarters the Coleman familly was placed with the Bishop David Evans Company. For three years they moved from place to place in Missouri. the David Eans Co. arrived in Salt Lake City in Sept. 1850. Willliam was then 15 yrs. old. The family lived there that winter and in the spring moved to Lehi then known as Dry Creek.
The family helped build the city of Lehi, Ut. The boys made a living for the mother and family. William helped build the first house in Lehi, and it still stands in very good condition.
William married Amy Givson on June 3, 1856, and to this union was born nine children, five boys and four girls. He moved to Smithfield, Ut. in 1861, with his wife and tow children, William and Phebe. He took his turn standing guard at the fort when the Indians were band and endured the hardships of piorneer life in helping to build Smithfield, Ut.
He married Edith Weeks about 1865, and to this union was born five children two died in infancey. One is still alive (1950), Edithabelle Read.
He died Feb 12, 1910, at Smithfield, Ut at the age of 74, yrs. He was making a fire and fell on the stove dead. He was a short fat man and if he said that he would do any thing he did it in a fashion no matter whom it hurt. He had a quick temper. I remember one time seeing him go down the street in the winter time in a beautiful cutter. with bright colored robes draped around and in it, drawn with a pair of spirited and will matched horses. Their harnesses were decorated with rings and fancy colored pictured and they looked very fashionable, with this nice long tassled whip, in it's grove on the dash board. I was on the way home from school, to my grandmothers Smith's home where I lived. This cutter and all including grandfather and his fur coat and fur cap, drew the children's attention, (he really was quite a dressy person). so I proudly told them that he was my grandfather. This they did not believe and they dared me to ride on the runner of his cutter. So I ran out and caught a ride with just lasted long enough for him to grab his whip and swing it around and strike me. I really don't think that he hit me because when I saw him reach for his whip I just naturally fell off, on the snow covered ground got scratched up some and tore a few holes in my stocjkings and long underwear. I don't remember whether he picked me up or not, but I sure howled, mostly from humiliation, altho I don't remember of seeing one child but fastly disappearing in the distance. When I arrived at my grandmother's I really made a scene. She was an old Welshman and sent word for grandfather to stop by, he did and she surely told him and earful. All her pent up emotion, because he did not like my father and the fact that he did not attend his daughter Esther's funeral (my mother) was spent on him for about an hour and I think that I was more frightened then that I have ever been since, but she was one woman that he could not get the best of in a tongue lashing. I really felt sorry for him and for myself for starting such a frss. He kept saying "I did not know that whe was Esther's child and I've told the children over and over not to catch on my cutter or I will strike them with my whip." This I did not know but the other children did, (I had just come to Smithfield to go to school). Whe told him what a big covard he was to strike a poor defenseless little girl, whether it was Esther's child or not and etc. I was about eight yrs. old
My father's sister Beatrice Olney Larsen says that a sweeter more patient woman never lived that Amy Gibson Coleman and that her family was the best behaved children and people she has ever seen.
He had snowy white curly hair and a white beard, and wore a night cap on his head at hight as well as a night gown. Edith Weeks Coleman wore a cap both night and day, usually a back one in the day time that fit down over her ears as she could not stand a noise, and we had to walk on our tiptoes when we went to her house and not slam any doors. I don't think that she had gone to town for years, when grandfather died and I had never seen her with her cap off, the skin was so startling white where it had always been and she had a hat on that she had borrowed from her daughter, and I did not know her. She was a fanatic over keeping her house clean, and I think that she kept her grandchildren out of her house by pulling the stall about her nerves.
I really don't know just why grandfather disliked my father except that he [my father] took her up into a wild country and worked her to death, and the fact that she had six children in eight years after her marriage, I can remember his talking about that when he gave me back the picture of our family group, that was taken shortly after mother's death. He said that he expected to die and no one else would want the picture and he had covered my father's face with a piece of paper stuck on it. I ran home and cried all the way, grandmother tore it up and never let me go back there again, until his funeral. My mother had been engaged to another man, she broke their engagement, when the fellows got him drunk and married my father on their wedding date. She had been east to a finishing school for girls and her wedding things were all imported. I still have her slippers, but my step sister Ina cut up her dress of white satin all beaded, and her gorgeous petticoats, for doll clothes, much to my father's sorrow.
Amy Smith Haucock, 355 S 4th Ave, Pocatello, Idaho. June 28, 1950
History of William Coleman, told by his granddaughter, Fern C. Bowden
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History of William Coleman Sr
Born 9 December 1836
Died 12 February 1910
This history told by Mrs. George A. (Fern C.) Bowden, granddaughter.
Born 9 December, 1836 and died 12 February, 1910 at age 74. William Coleman married Amy Gibson 3 June, 1856 at Salt Lake City, Utah. She was born 20 March, 1838 at Litchfield, Medina, Ohio, daughter of Benjamin Gibson and Phoebe Whipple. The first two children were born in Lehi, Utah county and the other 7 children were born at Smithfield, Cache co., Utah.
William Coleman Jr. (3 Oct 1858 - 19 Aug 1936)
Phoebe Coleman(20 May 1860 - 11 Jun 1936)
Benjamin Coleman(2 Sep 1862 - 25 Jan 1937)
Amy Jane Coleman (3 May 1864 - 19 Oct 1864)
John Coleman(6 Nov 1866 - 24 July 1937)
Hyrum Coleman(19 Aug 1868 -8 Oct 1947)
Prime Henry Coleman(24 Apr 1871 -30 Mar 1948)
Sarah Francetta Coleman (20 June 1875 -9 May 1931)
Esther Coleman(8 Dec 1880 -5 Mar 1931)
William Coleman, Sr. married (2nd wife) on 10 October, 1864 who was Edith Weeks, born 12 December, 1838 at Welling, Kent, England, the daughter of Robert Weeks and Ann Mary Baldry. Their 5 children were born at Smithfield, Cache co., Utah.
Mary Elizabeth Coleman12 Apr 18662 Dec 1869
Franklin Coleman 18 Mar l 8681 Jul 1917
Sylvester Coleman29 May 1870 19 Mar 1939
Robert Coleman18 Jul 187218 Nov 1872
Edith Isabelle Coleman29 Apr 18747 May 1951
As a boy, Grandfather knew the sacrifices required of a convert family whose comfort and security in England were traded for sacrifice and toil in America. He had been born in a handsome, two-story home on the large farm his parents owned in Thorncot, Bedsford, England. The first seven years, which he shared with his two brothers and three sisters in England, (a sister was born in Nauvoo in 1843 - Martha Jane Coleman), anticipated a life of security and comfort. There was money enough for plenty of hired help both inside and outside the house, for splendid household furnishings, and enough left over for the tiny luxuries that make life pleasant.
But the life to which Grandfather was born was not the life he was to lead. At the age of seven he set sail with his family from Liverpool, England. His parents had sold their comfortable way of life for the opportunity to practice their newly adopted Mormon religion among the "saints" in Nauvoo, Illinois. They arrived at the port of New Orleans and traveled by river steamer up the Mississippi to their destination. Upon their arrival at Nauvoo they stayed at the home of Hyrum Smith, brother of the prophet Joseph Smith. After a short time, they made permanent residence at a place called Peak's Farm.
Grandfather's eighth year saw the cruel martyrdom of the prophet Joseph and his brother Hyrum. The same year confronted him with two more deaths of an even more personal nature, the death from typhoid of his father (Prime Coleman) and his oldest sister Sarah. Gone was the comfortable security of the life in England. It had been exchanged for the hard life of the Mormon pioneers, a life that produced hate, death, and poverty to Grandfather in quick succession. The six years to follow were spent in avoiding, with his family, the mob persecutions that drove the ''saints'' ever westward. Through these years Grandfather and his two older brothers, George and Prime, Jr., worked at odd jobs to hold the family together and outfit it for the long trek across the prairie and over the mountains to the valley of the Great Salt Lake.
In 1850, when Grandfather was yet a youth of fourteen years, the fatherless family set out on the final exodus to Salt Lake City. They arrived in June of the next year and made their home in Lehi where the three young brothers shared the tasks of building a new life in the wilderness. They cleared the land, planted crops, and built with their own hands one of the first permanent stone homes in Lehi, a home that still stands today (at the time of this writing, 1936).
Grandfather has said that at the time of his marriage, in 1856, he owned only one pair of pants, and they were made of buckskin. He was married at the age of twenty in those buckskin pants to Amy Gibson, a girl of eighteen. Grandfather has said many times that he could never understand what his young bride had seen in him, for, as he expressed it, "I was ill-educated, poor as a 'church mouse', and not too darn much to look at."
It was about 1861 that Grandfather moved his family which now consisted of a boy, William Jr, and a girl, Phoebe, to the tiny settlement of Smithfield, a move of more than one hundred miles north. So for the third time in a quarter of a century Grandfather was setting out to shape a new life for himself in a strange land.
He arrived in Smithfield with no home in which to place his wife, who was now almost ready to bear their third child. With the ingenuity of the true pioneer, he set up a temporary household in a cave near Smithfield. It was in this cave that his son, Benjamin, was born. It was only a short time before he found permanent quarters for his family.
A second home soon had to be provided, however, for in 1864, under the sanction of the church laws of polygamy, Grandfather took a second wife, Edith Weeks, the woman who was to become my grandmother. He built a one-room frame house for her about eight blocks west of Smithfield's main street. Years later, Father built a second room on the house. It was in this room, on a table by the back door, that Grandmother kept a jar of pickled onions, which was never empty, in spite of the many short visits made to it by her grandchildren throughout the day. You might say the doorknob never got dry.
I remember this little house so vividly as a girl, for Grandfather and Grandmother Coleman were our nearest neighbors. Only an irrigation ditch separated the two properties. As we stepped west, to their side, an old log granary, shared by Father and Grandfather, stood on the right. Attached to each side of this building were the buggy shed and the work shops where tools were kept in perfect order. When these tools were borrowed, as they often were, it was the rule that they be promptly returned in good condition and hung in their proper place. Back of these buildings stood a number of fruit trees in tall orchard grass. Standing among the group was a favorite apple tree with branches that hung close to the tin roof of Grandfather's coal shed. Often we children of the neighborhood would climb atop this shed to fill our aprons with the sweet apples that grew on that particular tree. The noise of the falling apples and the hurrying feet on the tin roof would soon bring Grandfather out with his dire threats of consequences that would follow if we should cause the roof of the shed to leak. But as he attacked from the rear of the shed, we hellions retreated from the front, leaving him and his shouts far behind.
I remember Grandfather as a kindly old man with a deep love for children. On Grandmother's visiting days -for Grandmother could never tolerate our noise - Grandfather would call all the youngsters of the neighborhood together in the front yard of his home beating on a pan, with a stick. Then, sitting in his chair on the front porch of his home, he would shout military orders to us children who assembled before him for drill. First in line was General William Read, followed by Captain Duane Coleman, and so on down to the tiniest tot. He would shout the orders, "strike up the band!" and for an hour or so our shouts would ring through the neighborhood while Grandfather beat out the rhythm with his toe. When he called a halt, he would gather us children around his knee and tell us the stories of his pioneer experiences, always ending with the same old phrase, "Now mind, all you young'uns must follow me to the boneyard when I die."
A short way below the house lay the barn yard where two or more white pigs would greet you with fat chops, giving credence to the fact that they were always well fed. The gate to the corral was held closed with a homemade slide latch. Inside were two cows and Betsy, a bay mare that pulled Grandfather's buckboard winter and summer. Grandfather was always greeted at the corral gate, upon his return home from a trip away, by several of us children who rushed to open the big double gates so that the buckboard, pulled by Betsy, could enter. When he was stopped, we children would wait anxiously for Grandfather to slide from the seat. "Now what are you hanging around for?" he would say. But his fingers had already gone to search the pockets of his vest for the quartered pieces of peppermint candies that he always kept there. The reward was always gone with one swallow, but hose rewards have left me with a love for peppermint even to this day.
Anxious to gain security for his family, Grandfather had homesteaded two sections of land shortly after his arrival in Smithfield. One had been taken out in his own name, the other in the name of his eldest son, William, Jr. It was this property, located southwest of Smithfield, that became known as the Coleman Ranch.
We youngsters used to enjoy the occasional rides to the ranch with Grandfather in his little buckboard. It is with great pleasure that I recall the musical rumble of the planks as we crossed the bridges that spanned the many sloughs, for much of the countryside that now has been drained and planted to crops was then traversed by meandering streams that kept the acres of pasture land green. These streams were fed by several fresh water springs. Grandfather would often stop the buggy on these trips and encourage us to drink the cool spring water. Though it was sparkling clear, it carried a definite mineral taste. "It's good for you," Grandfather persistently claimed.
Grandfather, having enriched my childhood with his love and understanding, passed away when I was in my early teens. He died of a heart attack the evening of February 12, 1910 at the age of 74 years in the little house in which he and Grandmother had lived so many years.
History of Phemia Ann Coleman McAffee and Albert Clayton Mcaffee Written by Phemia Ann Coleman McAffee
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On a beautiful afternoon (3 o’clock) 28 September 1901 in Marysville, (Now Ashton) Fremont County, Idaho, I, Phemia Ann Coleman, was born in the home of Hyrum and Sarah Ann Kay Coleman (Parents) to join four brothers, Joseph, Ezra, John and Prime and one sister, Amy Jane. Amy was eight years old when I was born. I weighed 9 pounds, had dark blonde, curly hair. Mrs. Lamburn, the midwife (there wasn’t a Doctor in attendance) put my hair in ringlets, cut some ribbon from my gown, and tied a bow on my hair. The family was thrilled that I was a girl and had curly hair. At the time Dad had gone to the ranch to see about a fire, as he had seen some smoke, he was gone a little over an hour, returning he was very surprised and happy to see me. They told me I was a good baby, slept most of the time until I was about 2 months old. Mother said they wondered if I was deaf, noise didn’t bother me. Dad played in the band and practiced on his horn, mouth organ or violin an hour or two each evening, but I slept on.
I was named for an elderly lady, Mother had only heard her called by her nick name, Phemia, so that was the name I got. Ann is my Mother’s second name. My name should have been Euphemia, which name origin is English, a popular name in England. When I was in high school the teacher called me some name, pronounced it wrong, he looked at me but I didn’t realize it was me he was asking a question of then he asked me how to pronounce my name, then he asked me where it originated from. I said, “What?” He said, “Where did you get your name?” I said, “I got it by mistake.” He turned his back then wrote my name a number of times on the blackboard, finally turned around grinning and told me to stay after school. After school he said he was very curious how a person could get a name by mistake, so I told him. He was very nice about it. All the kids knew my name after that.
I walked at eleven months, blessed by Uncle Henry Wilson, Baptized at eight years, 3 June 1910, by Brother John Cordinely in a canal by his house about 2-1/2 miles from our home (farm) about 3 miles east of (Ashton) Marysville, and was confirmed by Arthur Gifford our home teacher.
Just before I was six years old I was stricken with appendicitis. It was too far to take me to Salt Lake City to be operated on. The Doctor said I couldn’t live to make it that far, so I stayed home in bed about one month. By the faith and prayers and priesthood men in authority, administering to me, the Lord let me live. My side bothered me, I couldn’t run and play like the other kids. I started school when I was eight years old. I started in second grade but school was easy for me, my Mother, sister and brothers taught me to read, write, count, etc. I always felt badly that I never got to play with colored sticks and clay as the first graders did. I was sick a lot of my younger life, when I was seven years old I had an abscess on my arm. It pained a lot, one day a man came to our place and told Mother and Dad they should get some fresh, warm cow dung and make a poultice and put it on my arm, they did and soon the abscess broke and quit paining and left an indent there.
The Christmas I was four years old my Mother had a time getting me and my two smaller brothers (Prime and Douglas) to bed and asleep. I heard a noise after I’d been in bed a long time, so I slipped out of bed very quietly and went to the front room door to peek, for I was sure it must be Santa. It was my Mother sewing on the machine. Mother told me Santa had gone to the neighbors and if I wasn’t in bed when he came back he wouldn’t stop. I hurried to bed and fell asleep. In the morning I found a beautiful doll, wrapped in the flannel my Mother was sewing. As Christmas came that year Dad took us kids to Sunday School. Mother didn’t go, Dad told us he had to go home and for us to ride home with Loslies, that was the first time I could remember of Dad not going to Sunday School with us. I was real concerned. At Sunday School there was a beautiful tree all decorated and Santa and some presents were by the tree. Most of the parents brought presents for each of their children the night before (Dad had brought ours), and someone got in during the night and stole all the presents that were there. Some parents brought presents that morning and the Sunday School officers went up to the stores and got what they had there, but there wasn’t enough to go around. A girl setting next to me got a beautiful set of dishes. I felt quite bad, but when I got home, we had a very special nice present; a baby brother!, “Howard,” and I had my doll. I felt sure the baby and doll was a lot better than dishes, but I’ve always wanted pretty dishes. I bought my girls dishes too.
My first train ride was from Ashton to Rexburg in company with my Mother, her baby Edward, Aunt Mary Hendricks (Mother’s sister), and her daughter, Ada. We were going to visit my Mother’s Aunt, Mary Wilson. I was thrilled. When the train started moving, I was very excited. I asked my Mother “Why the houses were moving?” Soon a man came along with a big tray of bananas, apples, etc. Mother bought me a banana, that was the best banana I have ever tasted. When we got into Rexburg, Mother and Aunt Mary had to walk, carry the baby and suitcases, so the mailman who pushed a two-wheel cart with mail put our suitcases in his cart and when he was pushing the cart through a big ditch our suitcases in his cart fell off scattering things and a big dog got excited and barked at us, but Mother wasn’t afraid. I thought it was funny! Aunt Mary Wilson baked us some apples from her trees, which I helped pick. Ada and I went to the neighbors and watched geese dive into the water after wheat, which the woman threw in. When we got back Mother was hunting for us.
I wasn’t always good. I didn’t want to wash dishes and Mother got after me, so I took the dogs feed out and when I got outside the door, I loudly said “Well I’ll leave and not come back.” I stayed outside quite a while and Dad came calling me, then they all started hunting. I slipped in and got back of the cook stove and covered up. I felt guilty so I went out so they could see me. They were happy I was there.
I was about four years old – a big white bird (Crane) flew over our house and flew up over the hill. Mother and us younger kids went to the top of the hill to see it. It was a beautiful sight.
In 1904 or 1905 the railroad was built through our field. Dad sold them a right-of-way through our field for a little money and a lot in town of Marysville. The railroad was only a little way from our barn and house. Crews of men, mostly Mexicans worked with horses and scrapers, their singing and cussing their horses sounded very funny, and a little scary. When our cows got down by them they’d milk some of them and even once-in-a-while our eggs would be gone from our chicken coop - especially if we weren’t home. The train sounded so close, that when I was sleeping I would dream the train was running through the middle of our house and I dreamed this a number-of-times after I got older. I also dreamed of going to school, being late, or getting in school discovering I didn’t have a dress on, or I couldn’t climb the stairs, or some steps were missing. I liked school a lot and got good grades.
While the railroad was being built, Dad happened into the railroad depot and the agent asked Dad if he would haul some stuff out and dump it, that the railroad crew had sent for and on examining it decided it was spoiled, so wouldn’t take it. Dad said “Sure.” He brought it home, a big five-gallon keg of mustard, pickles and a five-gallon keg of strawberry preserves. Mom took off the mildew a-ways in and it was good. Mother cooked them over and canned it. They tasted so good.
We walked 1-1/2 miles to school, when weather was good in early fall and spring other times drove team and buggy, then sleigh, sometimes in winter the wind would blow in the night (sometimes days, too) and the snow would drift in the roads, sometimes the roads would be good going to school and would be drifted in when we got out of school. Sometimes we would have a hard time getting to and from school. One morning five sleigh loads of kids pulled into school yard at the same time, just before noon. The teacher (new to that country) kept all of us in after school. He said he could walk from Greentimber and get there before school started, we all said we could too. Sometimes we would have to get out of the sleigh, tramp and shovel snow and then unhitch the horses and take them up a ways and push and pull the sleigh up to the horses and hitch the horses onto the sleigh again. Sometimes only to go a little way and do the same again, sometimes it would be dark when we got home, nearly frozen. It seemed like my feet were always itching from frost bite. When we would get home, Mother would always have a good hot supper waiting. How good the stew, or potatoes and onions baked in the oven, or beans would taste!
Joe had some mules and one morning in March, Dad thought we could drive the mules to give them exercise. We got to school okay but at noon the mules would let out some awful brays, all the kids would look at us and laugh, which would embarrass us a lot. Then going home at night, the snow was soft and those mules, with small feet, just couldn’t stay on the road, we seemed to be unhitching them and hitching them and pushing and pulling the sleigh most of the way, or pulling the sleigh more than the mules did. It was dark when we got home. That was the last time we had to take the mules. Dad put the mules
on the plow to give them exercise, as soon as noon came the mules let out a bray, lowered their heads and went for the barn, no stopping them. They soon sold them to some miners.
One of our pet horses would watch the gate between the barn and orchard (orchard was between barn and house) and when anyone would leave the gate unlatched the horse would go in and eat applies.
When my twelfth birthday rolled around Mrs. Minnie Hopkins, my girlfriend, Bertha’s mother, gave me a surprise party at her home ½ mile out of town. Mother told me to go to Bertha’s home and spend Sunday. I didn’t want to for some of my friends from Ashton were coming to our home, but Bertha coaxed me to go home with her and after dinner maybe she could go home with me. When we got to her home, my girlfriends were there and I thought that was funny. We went upstairs to play until dinner was ready. After a while her mother called us. We went down and about twenty kids jumped out and said, “Surprise!” I about fainted. We had a very delicious dinner (banquet) then played games, it was a wonderful party. Mother and Dad came for me in the evening.
One school morning we wanted to be real early for school, our clock was already 15 minutes fast. Prime, Douglas and I each took a turn turning the clock ahead 10 minutes not knowing the other one had turned it, we were very early. Mother warned us not to do that again.
Hattie Harris (my cousin) died and her mother gave me her dresses. Among them was a beautiful silk red blouse. I wore it one day to a party, the girls my age told me I shouldn’t wear that red blouse as red was the devil’s color.
We used to put three chairs in a row and another row of chairs with backs facing each other then put a quilt over for a roof, some of us would get inside, others would march around playing they were Indians raiding our house. On frosty mornings, we liked to draw and write our names on the window in the frost. After a blizzard, we used to love to stand in the window and watch the train plow the snow out over the fence, such a beautiful sight with the sun shining through.
Our travelling was by buggy or walking in summer; in winter it was by sleigh or skis. We loved to go up on the hill and ski down or have a rope to the sleigh and ski in back of sleigh. Our buggy and wagons had a rim around to hold the wheel together, when they got loose Dad and one of the boys would heat the rim in a fire then dip them in the ditch of cold water to shrink, then put the rim back on the wheel. One day a neighbor girl came to our home, Mother wasn’t home and she wanted to go to town. Ezra said if we could catch the horse and hook it to the buggy (which he was sure we couldn’t) but we did, we could go, so we drove to Ashton, more fun.
Dad had a long blade razor and he sharpened it on the stove pipe.
One day Prime, Douglas and I made a cake, we didn’t know what shortening was so substituted sugar for shortening – it was like candy (we hid it from Mother, we finally got it ate).
John fixed a swing for us, the rope wasn’t long enough so he spliced the top with a chain and while I was swinging the chain came loose and hit me on the head, making a hole in my head and the blood streamed down my face. I was plenty scared, but Mother soon had it fixed.
When I was seven years old our neighbor Murl Baum was giving a party in her playhouse at her home. I was to bring cooked corn on the cob. Mother had it cooking, I stepped on a nail and the smell of the corn cooking made me very sick. I didn’t go to the party (couldn’t stand the smell of corn cooking for many years).
When I was ten years old I had another attack of appendicitis. I took sick in school, teacher told me I could go home, about 1-1/2 blocks from school (as we had moved into town for the winter months). I started home, Mother said she happened to look out the window and saw me laying in the snow. Again, my life was spared by the faith and prayers of my parents and administering of the Priesthood. I was out of school for two months. Our Doctor wasn’t of L.D.S. faith and one day while he was at our place he got a confinement call. He told his wife (who was a trained nurse) to stay with me until he could get back. My folks knew I was pretty bad, so Dad got Bishop Levett and he and Dad administered to me. As soon as they took their hands from my head I came to and tried to talk to the Bishop. He asked what I would like and I told him a dollar. He gave me a dollar and I was very happy. When the doctor came back he asked my Mother what had happened and what she had done. My Mother told him we believed in healing through faith and prayers. The Priesthood or men with authority had administered to me, he told Mother there must be something in our belief that he didn’t know and he would investigate. He was sure I couldn’t live much longer and he hated to leave me but I kept getting better from then on.
I attended grade school in Marysville, Vella Cunningham, a cousin of mine, stayed with us when we were in the eighth grade. I graduated with a 92 average. I went to Ashton to High School. I stayed with Sig Davies’ family. I took care of two boys, age six and eight years old for my room and board, while their mother and dad worked at the picture show house. They owned a share in the show. We went to the show every Saturday night and sometimes Friday night. Then I went home after the Saturday night show and came back Monday morning for school.
I had a lot of dates, one of the boys got quite serious but I didn’t care for him. He even followed me to Darlington – was put out when I wouldn’t marry him.
My sister, Amy Weaver, sent me a train ticket for my eighth-grade graduation present to come and visit her, $7.65 one way ticket to Cokeville, Wyoming. I went – it was quite exciting. I stayed a week then got homesick. Amy put me on the train to come home, it was when the first World War was on. The train was nearly filled, the only seat left was by a soldier. Amy asked him if I could sit there and he said, “Yes.” On the way to Pocatello he asked me a few questions, but I went to sleep, slept most of the way and he read. When we got to Pocatello, we had an hour layover. I went into the ladies waiting room at the depot to wait. There was an old lady (hard to look at) who had been on the train, she tried to get me to go up town with her. I said, “No.” She went to the lobby, I could see her talking with the soldier; so I sat by another man. They kept looking at me. I got real worried, so I moved back into a corner, where they couldn’t see me. A woman with a little girl came in and told me these men were planning on kidnapping me. I was real scared, so I went into the restroom and stayed until time for my train to leave. When I came out they tried to coax me onto another train that was going to Butte, Montana. I knew the number of the train I should take, so I went to the engine (front of the train) to see the number before I got on. They got on my train and tried to get me to sit by them, so I went and sat by the woman with the little girl. I was truly thankful when I got home. Mother said she sensed something was wrong with me, so she had been praying, so I was praying too.
Before I went to Wyoming I bought a pretty coat, $11.75, stocking $.35.
I went to quite a few dances at Ashton, Marysville, Warm River and Huggensville.
In March 1919 Dad sold our home at Marysville, Idaho for $18,000.00. Two thousand down, interest at 10%. He also sold the Keery Act Land 40-acres to Loosli. Paid $15,000 for Darlington place, $4,000.00 down. Before we left for Darlington we also had a 360-acre place North side of the Snake River, called Uncle Prime’s Place. Which Dad had bought from Uncle Prime Coleman. Our home place was on the South of Snake River and South East about 1-1/2 miles from Marysville, so our home was about 3 or 4 miles from Uncle Prime’s place.
It was dry farming and pasture in the mountains. In summer we kept cattle over there and would go there each evening to milk cows and feed calves. We had a boarded tent, with two beds, table, cupboard, chairs and stove in it, and had a board building for a milk house, where we separated milk and kept cream. I didn’t go very often but one Sunday we had been on a picnic and was kind of late. Joe and Ezra was in the first World War and John was working out so Prime, Douglas and I went over at night to do chores. We had to go in the buggy with horses, as our car wasn’t running. When we got to the hill above the house, we could see two men sitting a little way from the house by a campfire, we were scared but knew we had chores to do. We decided if it was Indians we would just have to act brave, maybe they wouldn’t hurt us. So Prime got out of the buggy and went after the cows. Douglas and I drove on, how happy and relieved we were when we got closer and could see it was white men, who had come to get a cow Dad had sold to them. But before we went to bed we locked and bolted the door. In the night I was awakened by a noise just above my head, someone was tearing the tent and the moon was shining through. I thought it was a bear. I called to the dog, waking the boys, the dog barked and I heard something leaving. I looked out of the hole in the tent and could see it was a colt leaving. In the morning the men who were sleeping in their wagon said they were afraid too and they said we couldn’t hire them to stay up there any longer and didn’t see how we dared to stay there. There was lots of rattle snakes there, but we just watched our step.
As I stated earlier – March 1919, Dad sold our home at Marysville, Idaho and bought a place at Darlington, about one mile west, across the canal on the south side of the road, first year hailed out, and then the drought.
I was quite glad to not have to pick raspberries all summer and gooseberries and currants, but I sure wish I had some now to pick. We’ve tried a number of times to grow some, but no luck.
I hated to leave Marysville and my friends, but soon made a lot of friends here and had good times going to church parties, dances etc. I had lots of boyfriends and girlfriends. Verda Price, Emma Harper and Francis Harris lived close, and we went lots of places together in the car, buggy or sleigh.
One time our car wasn’t running good, we had a buggy and horse, none of my brothers were home and there was the twenty-fourth of July celebration in Moore, so Dad told us, Verda and I could take the buggy and horse to Moore, but Mr. Price told Verda to take their horse, so she brought the horse over and she and I hooked it up to the buggy and started out. Mr. Price was at the canal bridge waiting. He got in and when we got to Darlington he told us he had to stop at the Post Office and for us to be walking on, as it was too big of a load for his horse to pull. And if no one picked us up before he caught up with us he would let us ride the rest of the way. We walked to Moore, he finally came after we got there and he had us get a ride home with someone else, for we couldn’t ride in the buggy. When I got home I told Dad and Mother what happened, they were real put out and mad. Dad told Brother Price he didn’t like the way he treated us and he didn’t want his horse hooked to the buggy again and that was the last time Brother Price rode in our buggy. We used our horse after that.
We were having a Ward party at Darlington Church House, so we went early and Dad and Mother came later. I had been there a little while when a man came up to me and asked me if I was a Coleman girl. I said, “Yes.” He wanted to know where my folks lived. I told him and told him my Dad and Mother would be here soon. I thought he looked familiar. I thought he must be my Father’s brother, then he began to laugh and said, “You don’t even know your own father.” He had shaved off his mustache and beard, which he had had ever since I knew him. This was the party and dance where I met Albert McAffee. He asked to take me home and I said, “Yes.” That was the starting of an ever-lasting honeymoon.
Albert Clayton McAffee was born to John and Elizabeth Ann Clayton McAffee at Wallsburg, Utah 10 January 1900, to join a sister, Nadine, and brother, Maurice. He lived in Wallsburg, went to school there and helped his father farm. In the spring of 1916 he moved with his father and family to Darlington, Idaho. By now he had three sisters, Nadine, Bessie and Vera and six brothers, Maurice, Willis, Harold, Earl, James and Clyde. The Fullmers and Mecham and other families moved here at the same time.
McAffee’s bought a home about two miles east of Darlington Store where Eugene McAffee lives now. Albert lived there and helped his Dad farm and worked for wages staying at home. Men’s wages were $2.50 per day and board.
Hay sold for $17.00 per ton and $20.00 loaded on a railroad car. Oats sold for $3.30 per hundred. Potatoes sold for $6.00 a bushel (small bushel at that).
He stayed at home until 1920 when we got married. We generally went with my brothers to dances but one night Albert was real late. I thought he wasn’t coming. He’d laid down and went to sleep and no one woke him. He came in a one-horse cutter and went to the dance at Moore. Coming home we tied the horse and cutter to the back of our sleigh and we rode home in the sleigh with my brothers and their girlfriends which was warmer.
One night we went up to Antelope in a covered sleigh, and had a coal load stove which smoked. We didn’t notice, but when we all got into the dance hall all of our faces were black. We all went out and washed our faces. There was eight or ten of us. We always went together and always had a real good time.
On 20 December 1920, Albert and Phemia Ann Coleman were married in Darlington at the home of Albert’s parents. We had a recommend for the Temple and Albert had been ordained an Elder a month before. A few days before we were to leave, Dad was called to Smithfield, Utah on land business. A day after my sister, Amy, in Pocatello, took very sick and Mother had to go there. We didn’t have my wedding dress quite finished, but I was sure I could finish it. I sat up nearly all night finishing it. Albert wasn’t quite twenty-one years old so his Dad thought we’d better get our license in Arco and he would go with us to sign for us, so we did. When we got home we decided we couldn’t use the Idaho license in Utah, so we decided we’d go to Pocatello so Mother could go with us. Mother got to worrying about my dress, so she came in on the train. We then decided to get married here. We were married by Bishop West at the home of John McAffee, Albert’s Father. Mother McAffee and Aunt Martha Price served a delicious dinner to all who were there; there was twenty or more.
When the train came back from Mackay hours later we got on the train. We had to be at the Temple by December 22, as the Temple was to close for the Christmas holidays. We stayed in Pocatello at my sister, Amy Weaver’s, until 2 o’clock in the morning waiting for the delayed train. We went to the depot and waited until 4 o’clock in the morning before the train came so we were late getting into Salt Lake City to go through the Temple, so we waited until the next day. We went to Albert’s Aunt Louelia Hanson’s and stayed overnight. I was never so sleepy in my life. We visited with Aunt Elvereta Childs that night. The next morning, December 22, we went through the Temple. We went through two sessions, getting names from the Temple. As soon as we got out of the Temple we took the electric train for Smithfield, Utah, and stayed with my Uncle Will and Aunt Mary Coleman for two nights. We had a wonderful time with all our cousins, visiting, sight-seeing, sleigh riding and banquets in our honor at John Coleman’s, Will Coleman’s, Ben Coleman’s and Reed’s. Albert ordered me a beautiful blue bird set of dishes in Salt Lake City. They were here when we got home. I was very happy and proud of the beautiful dishes.
When we got home, Mother McAffee was expecting Lawrence to be born, so Mother McAffee moved to Arco with Nadine to be closer to the doctor. Albert and I took care of their kids and did chores. There was five kids to get to school, lunches, etc. Clyde wasn’t in school yet, we got along good. Maurice and Tillie were married then. One day Tillie came down. Clyde and Jim were in the bath tub and having a good time splashing water, which I thought was okay as they weren’t hurting anything, but Tillie thought she would make them get out of the tub. She told them to get out, they didn’t, so she grabbed Clyde and gave him a spat on the bottom. He got out of the tub, cussing real fast and gave her a chase. I finally got him stopped, he said “She’s not our boss.” They both got dressed in a hurry. Clyde said, “Just wait until she comes in and I’ll give her a beating.”
We stayed a week after Mother McAffee came home. Lawrence was two weeks old when they came home. I had to do washing on board and boil clothes. I hurried real fast with washing one day, got all sweating and went out to hang clothes, got real cold. But in the evening we went to a party and my hands got to itching and swelling so we went home early. By the time we got home I was covered with welts. I had the hives and was in misery all night. In the morning Albert went for Mother Coleman. She came and gave me a good soda bath and which took the hives down. Before I took the bath my eyes were swollen nearly shut.
We stayed at the McAffees a number of times through the years and took care of the kids while they went on trips. We took care of Mother McAffee’s kids a month while they went to Arizona and a number of times when they went visiting to Utah and other places. The first year Melvin and Lawrence started to school they went to Darlington school. Later the school house was moved to Arco and the Pass Creek school located about two miles from our home on the other lane, north, is where all our kids attended grade school but Melvin. Melvin, Amy, Clayton and Althea graduated from eighth grade at Pass Creek, then they went to Mackay School. (Moved Pass Creek School House to Mackay.)
Every time Mother McAffee had hay men, sheep shearers, thrashers, etc, she would ask me to come and help her, so I would go and help her. I got my meals, I didn’t take any money for helping her. I had a gas run washing machine and Mother McAffee didn’t, so I did her washing a number of years. She paid for the soap I used. It cost 1.00 for a 30 or 40-pound box.
Dad McAffee had an 80-acre farm about two miles east and north of their home place. It had three small rooms, log barn, and crabapple trees on it, so we decided to buy it. We moved up there and bought a bed, dresser and some chairs. Dad McAffee gave us a round table, cook stove and Aunt Francis Harris gave us a folding bed combination with buffet, a cabinet with shelves, flour and sugar binds, etc. I felt we had our house furnished good. Oh yes, Mother gave us a rocking chair, pillows, a straw mattress, quilts and food.
We gave Dad McAffee a share of the crops for eleven years and Albert worked for him in the fields doing chores and feeding cattle, sheep and pigs. Each fall they turned the cattle, hogs and sheep in the field to feed off it. We paid cash for the crops and later until paid for.
Albert bought two ponies, a cow, hens and pigs. My folks gave me a cow. Three or four years after we were married we got some bum lambs and had a few to sell and eat. I also raised chicks each year. About the sixth year after we were married we bought five or six turkeys, and I raised some little turkeys, butchered most of them in the fall and took them to Pocatello to sell. They brought $.40 a pound. It was enough to pay the taxes and some left over. About the fourth year after we were married, Dad McAffee gave us $10.00, that seemed like a lot of money back then. We went to the Mackay fair and stayed for the dance.
10 October 1921, a son, Melvin Coleman McAffee, was born at home, 3 o’clock in the afternoon. We were so happy with him, he weighed five pounds. He slept most of the time for a month or two. A Doctor from Arco and Stella Evans delivered him.
3 June 1924, Alberta Amy was born, 7 o’clock in the morning in our farm home. Doctor Farrel and Stella Evans (the midwife) delivered her.
8 July 1927, Clayton A. was born in our home at 9 o’clock in the evening. He was delivered by Stella Evans.
25 October 1932, Althea Ann was born in our home at 7 o’clock in the evening. Doctor Jansen and Stella Evans (the midwife) delivered her.
1 December 1935, Kenneth Leon was born in our new house at 10 o’clock in the morning. Stella Evans delivered him.
2 April 1940 John Edwin was born in Pocatello at St. Anthony Hospital at 1 o’clock in the morning. All of the children were born in the Darlington home but John. We were remodeling our home and everything was torn up as I was staying at my sister-in-laws in Pocatello. I had only been at the hospital a few minutes when John was born.
6 November 1942, Merlin Hyrum was born in the ranch house at 7 o’clock in the morning.
In 1925 we built another room onto our house making four rooms. In 1932 we bought a good sized house and moved it onto our farm. Remodeling it, making three bedrooms, kitchen and a large front room. Later we built a basement and a big porch on the back, making part of the porch into another bedroom, making four bedrooms. We planted trees, lawn, berries and always had a good garden. We raised chickens, turkeys, pigs, lambs and calves. We picked wild gooseberries, currants and had crabapple trees. They were all good.
About 1925 when Amy was a baby we had a nice buggy and two ponies to hitch to. When Mother McAffee, Tillie, or any of them wanted to go to Darlington, Moore, Arco, or Church, I would generally take them. One day Tillie, her three kids and my two kids were going to Primary. Mrs. Beck, who lived on the side hill came out to the road by their place and stopped us to invite us to a party. While stopped one of the ponies got her bridle off and started running. Some of the kids fell out of the back of the buggy. Some men were working on the canal, the bridge was out, so we had to go below where the bridge should be. I was real frightened. I pulled on the one line pulling the horses into the fence throwing the rest of us out. Lucky none of us were hurt much. I caught my leg on the wheel, skinning and burning my leg. It was hard to walk for a week or two. The men tried to stop the horses, but couldn’t. They broke from the buggy as it went through the canal, breaking the buggy all to pieces. When the horses got to Dad McAffee’s he stopped them. Then we got our first car, a Model T Ford second hand for $35.00. We were real proud of it. It had curtains to put on the sides in cold or rainy weather and was a black two-seated four-door.
I was driving the car a year or so later. Tillie and our five kids were going to Primary in late fall. The weeds were high and we were crossing the creek bridge by Dad McAffee’s when a pig came out of the weeds onto the road and Tillie hollered to the dog “sic’em” who was behind us and he brought the pig into the front wheel of our open car and pushed the car into the creek. There wasn’t much water in the creek but lots of sand. We got wet and sandy but not hurt. We walked back to Mother McAffee’s. The men came in from the field from thrashing and pushed the car out of the creek. We started it up first try and we went back home.
Another time, about 1926, in early spring not enough snow to take the big sleigh to town for groceries, so Albert fixed a go-cart with two runners and a seat. It was quite nice. Albert was working on the highway and I had chores to do. I milked cows, fed calves, pigs, chickens, etc. I hitched the ponies onto the cart, loaded my buckets on the cart to save time and started for the house, went over a bump, the buckets rattled scaring the horses and they ran away leaving me behind in a mud puddle. I couldn’t catch them. They ran to the top of the field, then to the bottom of the field leaving the cart scattered along the way. Double trees hitting their legs, they ran back to the barnyard into a post, a horse on each side of the post. I left them there until I took a bath, got myself and the kids ready. I was still mad! I hitched them onto a big sleigh and drove them down as far as Dad McAffee’s. He stopped me, he knew the ponies couldn’t pull
the big sleigh to Darlington and he wouldn’t let me go. I was really put out because I had to go home without my groceries. I made the horses go as fast as I could back home.
In about 1930 we had a Star car. Albert couldn’t go so I and our three kids were going to go to Rupert to visit my Dad and Mother who lived there. Amy decided she’d measure the gas with an old stick and dropped the stick into the gas tank. We started on our way. Just before we got to Rupert the car sputtered a few times and didn’t seem to run too good. It seemed to run quite good until we got back to Pocatello. We got half of the way up the west side of the Viaduct and the car quit. So, with help, pushed the car to the top and coasted down the other side. My brother-in-law, Bob Weaver, came and towed it into a garage. The carburetor was full of slivers. They cleaned it up real good.
Before Prime was married he bought a new black Ford car. He was taking Mother, Ira, I and my kids to Rupert. He decided to go across the desert from Arco to Minidoka which was about 90 miles. It was 200 miles round trip. There wasn’t any houses from Arco to Minidoka, only sage brush, hills, rocks and cracked roads. We got about half the way across and the radiator got hot. On investigating, discovered the petcock had come loose and lost nearly all the water from the radiator. It had been raining so we found a small can and dipped rain water from the crevices in the rocks and put it into the radiator. We’d go a ways then let the motor cool. The first farm we came to we filled the radiator. It took us all day to get to Rupert.
Through the years we have had four Fords, 1925, 1929, 1954 and 1957. Five Chevys, 1932, 1940, 1946, 1960 and 1968. One Star car in 1930. One Studebaker in 1948 and a DeSoto in 1951.
Albert sold our home on the hill in March 1951 to Lennas Hope. I can see how Mother felt leaving our home in Ashton. Only she had a place to move.
Melvin had bought them a new prebuilt house, not quite finished, but they moved into their house and let us have their two-room house. We traded them some land across the road, south of their house for the two-room house. We moved it to where it is sitting now. We dug a basement and built around it making the kitchen larger, bathroom, utility room and two bedrooms. We planned on moving to Washington in the spring of 1954 after Kenneth Leon was graduated from high school in Mackay, but 1975 are still living here.
On 8 May 1954 we bought Antelope Place from A. E. Barnes for $9,500.00. We finished paying for it in December 1960. We bought water for $12,500. Leveled some and fixed fences. Sold it in 1967 for $37,000 to Barney.
We then bought the Miller-Hardy Place in April 1956 and paid $14,500 for it. We did a lot of leveling, tearing down buildings, making fences, transferred 25 inches of water onto it. We dug a well and put a pump in for $15,000. We sold the place to Kenneth Leon and Sharlene McAffee, December 1973 for $42,000.
About 1948 Albert and I went through Yellowstone Park with Leonard and Wanda Malstrom. It was a very pleasant trip. At Fishing Bridge I left my purse hanging in the outdoor toilet. We got to Old Faithful before I missed it. We drove back and there it was still hanging. We drove back to Old Faithful, it was nearly dark by then. We got supper and Leonard and Wanda took the garbage to the dump, but couldn’t find a can. Albert said he knew where one was, so Albert and I started to hunt for it. We could see a can anchored to four small pine trees. It was dark and we were trying to peek in to see if there was a bear there. Leonard slipped and touched me. I let out a scream and everybody around was up to see who the bear had got and many of the campers moved out right then. A couple of men close to us decided to get up and put their beds in the trunk of their car. As soon as they got settled down, Albert and Leonard went and pushed their trunk lid nearly down. The men came out of there in a hurry, thought it was a bear. They locked down their trunk and slept the rest of the night in their one-seated car.
After Althea and Ray were married we all then – Amy, Fred, their kids, Merlin, John Leon, Albert and I went up to the park. We got a big room (one night) to sleep in. Most of the kids were in bed. Ray, Althea, Amy, Fred and Albert and I were playing cards. A bear kept trying to get into the garbage can which was anchored to the cabin. We scared it away a number of times, then Ray said he’d scare him away and went out real brave. He got near to the bear and the bear started after him. He ran back to the door but caught his foot on the porch step and fell with the bear close behind. Fred grabbed the broom and the bear left. Albert got a big kick out of it.
The next day he was telling the kids that he wasn’t afraid of the bear and he was laying on the bed by a window. He started to read the paper. Fred and Ray told all of us but Albert what they were going to do. So they went outside the window, one pulled up the screen and scraped on the screen while the other stuck his hand in the window and made a noise like a bear. Albert nearly hit the ceiling and started yelling for us all to get out of the room as there was a bear coming in. We all started laughing, he didn’t know whether to get mad or not.
1956 and 1967 Albert, Prime, Violet, Merlin and I went to Smithfield to a William Coleman reunion. 1961 and 1962 Freddie De Coria stayed with us and went to school in Mackay.
1960 Ezra, Ruthy, Prime and Violet were dinner guests in Albert McAffee’s home.
Albert McAffee’s Great Grandfather blessed Clay Duane Barney in the LDS Sacrament Meeting in Idaho Falls.
26 December 1970 we went to Bull Head, Arizona with Clyde and Anita to see Willis (Albert’s brother) and Garnet, and Willis was very sick. We got there the 28th and he was glad to see us. I helped Garnet, his wife, bath him. The 29th, while there we also went and toured Lake Mohave Resort. We left Willis’s and Garnet’s home. December 29th around noon, Willis passed away, soon after we left. When we got home to Arco, December 31st (9 o’clock at night) we heard that he had passed on.
We visited Grand Canyon in Colorado, Bryce Canyon, National Park in Utah but had car trouble. We stayed in Nephi, Utah one night. The next morning after we got home we went to Pocatello and stayed with Nadine and Bill until after the funeral January 1971. Then came back to Arco. There was a big blizzard and the roads drifted in. We stayed with Kenneth and Sharlene overnight. We slept in Shane’s good bed, had a delicious breakfast and came home. Had to leave the car at Darlington until the roads were plowed out about 4:30 that afternoon. We came in with John’s four-wheel drive. No church was that day.
Hemfield’s son and Lloyd Coleman were going to Challis but the car broke down as we took them on into Challis. About one year later Delma and I were going to Mackay, about one mile out of Mackay we ran out of gas and Mr. and Mrs. Hempfield from Pocatello came along and pushed our car on into Mackay.
I have worked in Church Offices ever since I was old enough, through the years I have worked in Lost River, Darlington and Leslie. In nearly every position for women, Relief Society President for five years, counseled a number of times, class leader in Social Services, Theology, Home Nursing Leader September 1960 to June 1961. Relief Society Visiting Teacher since age 19 or 1920 to 1974. Taught all classes in every class in Sunday School but the adult class. I was secretary for a number of years in Sunday School. Primary counselor a number of years, taught Lark class and Blue Bird. I was a teacher at different times. A number of years class teacher for age nine and ten and preschool class 1972 and 1973. I enjoyed this class a lot, have enjoyed teaching every class I have taught.
In Marysville, Idaho, I sang in the Ward choir, went to church always and was in musical plays in MIA and in Primary.
In Leslie, and Darlington Wards, I was President of Relief Society from 1947 to 1953. I was Visiting Teaching leader in Leslie Ward in 1966 to 1968. Was President of MIA a number of years, counselor a number of years at different times, and Secretary a number of years too. I have been a class leader in nearly every class in MIA. Bee Hive leader in Wards nearly all years from 1917 to 1966. Was Lost River Bee Hive Stake Leader for five years. When Althea was sick in 1966, I got relieved of my duties. I was the Adult MIA Secretary from 1956 to 1957. I went to girls camp nearly every year from 1917 to 1966.
I have sung in Relief Society with “Singing Mothers” ever since they started. I have given a lot of talks through the years in Sunday School, Sacrament Meetings and MIA. I joined the “Daughters of Utah Pioneers in 1960”. Was Captain of Daughters of the Utah Pioneers (DUP) in June 1961 to 1966. Leslie Ward Chapel in January 16, 1953, decided to varnish the Church House and Albert and I helped. I joined Mt. Borah Cowbells in March 1966.
In 1919 Lost River Stake was organized – 1935 Darlington and Leslie Wards joined and Albert helped pick the location for new Leslie Church and helped gather donations for it. We helped with a number of banquets.
Lost River flooded over in 1955 and our dog had little puppies in the night and came to our window and barked. I told her to be quiet, but she came again. I sent her back then she and her puppies all started to bark. We got up to see what was the matter, there was water all around our house, so we pulled our trailer house over to Melvin’s. The water was quite deep all the way, but none came in our house. In a few days the water went down some so we came back to our house. The river bank had washed out. All the traffic was detoured from Leslie up around Bench Road below Moore and came onto highway down by Ned Walker’s place. It ran a stream through our barn and corrals.
Leslie and Darlington married couples used to have parties at each others home about once a week. If you didn’t know whose place it would be at, you could guess it would be at your home. Everyone who went took something to eat, as lunch was pot luck, we played games, sang, played bingo, Chinese checkers, etc. Had lots of fun, we averaged going to a dance somewhere in the Valley about once a week, sometimes instead of a weekly party we would go to someone’s place after the dance and have lunch. It was planned before the dance.
November 1968 Albert and I got a call to go on a work mission to South Dakota to help the Indians learn to farm. That was an enjoyable time while on the mission.
April 1969 left for the Mission home in Salt Lake City, was in Church school there a week, visited a lot of homes, taught in RS/MIA and Sunday School, also taught a Seminary Class for Indian boys and girls.
April 1972 Albert and I attended missionary reunion in Provo and then conference in Salt Lake City. We stayed overnight at Mark and Fran’s Motel at Brigham City, Utah.
History of Hyrum and Sarah Ann Kay Coleman
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On the 19th of August 1868, on a bright summer day in Smithfield, Cache County, Utah, Hyrum Coleman made his appearance to the home of William and Amy Gibson Coleman. He was greeted by brothers and one sister. (Another sister, Amy Jane, had died two years before his birth at the age of five months). Hyrum was the sixth child. His father was married in polygamy before Hyrum’s birth.
Hyrum attended school and church regularly in Smithfield. He was active in sports and won many races, played in many ball games, and he loved music. He never missed a ball game or a dance if he could help it. He attended dances in all the towns close by.
He worked for his father on their farm and also worked for a number of years on the railroad.
In about 1889 he met a beautiful girl, Sarah Ann Kay, and after courting her for a year or two, they were married in the Endowment House in Logan, Cache County, Utah on the 23 of September 1891.
Sarah Ann Kay came to Paradise, Cache County, Utah on January 10, 1870, to bring sunshine into the home of Joseph Chatterly Kay and Martha Jane Wilson Kay, and to greet two brothers and one sister. While Sarah was still very young, her parents moved to Swan Lake, Idaho where Sarah attended grade school and church in Oxford, Idaho, a few miles from her home.
Her Father was married in Polygamy, 1st to Martha Jane Wilson and second to Margaret Cordan Walker. Sarah had a number of half-brothers and sisters. She knew only one of her half-brothers, Elmer Kay, who came to Idaho in 1912 to visit with his half-sister, Sarah, and brother-in-law.
Sarah was around two years old when her mother died. Her mother and father separated just a year before, which grieved her mother very much. Her folks said this is what caused her death, as she loved her husband very much. Sarah’s father and his 2nd wife moved to Lakeside, Arizona soon after Sarah’s mother was divorced.
Sarah’s Grandmother Wilson raised Sarah, her brother, Joseph, and sister May Ellen, along with 14 children of her own (until they were old enough to marry). One of Sarah’s brothers, _______, when he was real young, followed the cows to the pasture. When they found him he was dead with a poison wood in his hand. Sarah’s Grandfather Wilson died of consumption while coming across the plains to Utah with the L.D.S. wagon Immigrants.
The Indians were very bothersome in Swan Lake. Sarah along with the rest of the families and neighbors were always on the “look-out” for Indians. If they saw dust, they would all be called, and they would go back of the house and—on a hillside and hide in the willows, hardly daring to breathe. One time Grandma Wilson was working salt into a large pan of butter and didn’t have time to put it away. From where we were hiding they could see the Indians get off their horses and go into the house. They saw the butter and rubbed it all over their faces and hands. What a time they had laughing and laughing and talking Indian talk. Grandmother Wilson was glad the butter was all they took.
When Sarah was old enough she helped with the work at home. She also worked for neighbors, helping in the homes for very little pay. When she was 15 years old she helped a midwife deliver a baby. The woman was real sick in the evening and had been for a long time, but her husband got dressed up and went to the dance, with his wife and the midwife begging him not to go. The midwife thought the woman was dying. The baby was born around midnight, but the husband didn’t come home until around 4:00 am and was very drunk. This made me wonder about polygamy.
Another place Sarah worked, the woman was confined to bed, and everyone said she was stingy and onery. She asked Sarah to make a custard pie. When the pie was done Sarah went to take it out of the oven and the custard left the crust and fell on the floor. Sarah was scared, but she went and told the woman in tears, she said “The cuss left the crust and fell on the floor.” The woman laughed and laughed and finally told Sarah it was all right.
All Sarah’s life she helped the sick and needy. She helped deliver lots of babies. She took soups, cakes, pies, puddings, fruits and vegetables etc. to those who might need them. She helped in sickness, deaths, fire, etc. also.
In about 1891 a number of families wanted to spread out. (These people lived around and in Smithfield). Hearing of land for homesteading in Idaho, they went north about 250 miles to a little valley, to their liking, between the North Fork of the Snake River on the North, and Fall River on the South, in Fremont County.
They filed on this land in the fall of 1890 or 1891. The men went up and staked their farmland and lots which were to be the town. While there they got logs and built them all a log cabin on their town lots, with crude doors of rough lumber and open spaces for windows. Later they divided the large room into smaller rooms and built a closed in porch onto the cabin.
The following April 1892 Hyrum Coleman, Henry Wilson, Elias Harris, Joseph Lamborn, T. W. Whittle and their families and others left Smithfield, Utah in horse drawn covered wagons for their new homes. This trip took many days and they camped along the way. Hyrum and Sarah filed 160 acres homestead, 1 ½ miles S.E. of the town which was first named Community Springville. The name was later changed to Marysville in honor of Mary Lamborn, a midwife who delivered many babies. When they arrived at their new home, the wind was blowing and it was dark and very cold. Hyrum put some hay in one corner of the room and Sarah sat on it, wrapped in a quilt, as she wasn’t feeling very good, while Hyrum made a fire (he had a camp stove) and hung quilts over the open windows.
Their first son (child), Joseph, was born about 2 months later on June 27, 1892 in this home. Their lot in Marysville, was located one block South of Main Street on the South side of town. Their neighbors were the Lamborns, Doxtaters, Hutchensons and others. They brought with them from Utah some raspberry, current, and gooseberry bushes, which they planted, soon having lots of berries and always having a good garden. They had a cow to supply milk and butter.
When Hyrum and Sarah got married his father (William Coleman) made them a very large nice cupboard, a large supply and flour bins which had two large shelves at the top in the back for supplies and open in the bottom for flour and sugar. He also made them a beautiful wooden bedstead on which they used a straw mattress and a very nice baby cradle (all of their children were rocked in this cradle). They were very well made and painted. These were used in the family for many years. They brought them to Marysville from Utah when they moved. They were very proud of this furniture.
The L.D.S. Ward was organized soon after they got there with Uncle Henry Wilson (Hyrum’s brother-in-law and Sarah’s Uncle) as first Bishop. They held school there the first winter. Sarah and Hyrum were both active in Church and Community activities. They both helped as teachers, Sarah was a counselor in Primary and in Relief Society, a visiting teacher, the Ward also put on plays, concerts, parties, Ward Reunions, bazaars, carnivals 4th and 24th of July celebrations, also maypole braiding, in which they all helped. Hyrum played a horn and a violin in the First Marysville band. He also played the mouth organ, until he had the misfortune of getting his hand mangled while greasing a horse-powered thrashing machine, which he co-owned a share in. Later they traded this one for a steam thrasher, run by power of coal and water. This was also purchased by the Company. Hyrum still played the mouth organ and the violin sometimes, this music always sounded good. John and Douglas played the mouth organ too, and how the dogs did howl. Hyrum made a lot of whistles from green willows for the kids, and taught them how to make music with them.
The first ten years in Marysville, Idaho was quite trying for the settlers with church house, stores, canals, ditches, roads, etc. to build.
One summer Hyrum drove a horse pulled stage coach in Yellowstone Park, hauling passengers. They got paid well which helped with the finances. He used to tell of the Eastern people who rode the coach, then one night while they were camped a bear came to their camp (this had happened before). Their camp fire was still burning, so the men came out of their tents, one on each side and chased the bear over the fire, which he jumped, as they shot close over his head and he began to holler for them to not shoot. It was one of the men from the other camp with a big bear coat on. That was the last of the theft.
The Indians were quite bothersome. The settlers lived in town for about the first ten years. Then most of the winters as the snow got very deep and drifted to make travelling at times nearly impossible. They would drive their cattle and horses along the lanes in winter to tramp down the snow to make roads.
In winter they kept fires in the stoves all the time. They heated rocks and bricks in the oven to put in their beds to warm them. Also when going in a sleigh, they would put straw in the bed of the sleigh box with a quilt over the straw, and heated rocks and bricks at the feet and a quilt over them to keep them warm while travelling. In winter the wagon box was put on a sleigh. They kept the cattle and horses in the barn most of the winters, turning them out once a day to water or make roads. Sometimes in the summer, when the Indians were seen around, as the Indians travelled through this part of the country to go to their summer camp grounds in Teton Valley. Some of the homesteaders would take their beds out in the field to sleep.
The men took turns going to Mud Lake or Eagle Rock (now Idaho Falls), Idaho to the closest marketplace for groceries. They went in covered wagons pulled by horses, the round trip took two or more days. They would leave home before daylight and come home in the late night. They always took food and bedding for themselves and grain and hay for the horses. Most of the time they took hay, grain and butter to trade for groceries. Sometimes it was terrifying times for the women at home waiting and listening for the wagons and men to come home. They could hear the wagons coming for miles away.
One evening, after moving to the farm, Sarah was getting her baby to sleep, the girl who was staying with her went to the door to listen. She opened the door, and then started screaming and ran back, leaving the door open, jumped into the middle of the bed pulling the covers over her head, and waking the baby. Sarah blew out the coal oil lamp, closed the door and went to the window. She could see a tall object that looked about 10 feet tall coming toward the house. Just then the moon came from behind a cloud and she could see that it was the neighbor’s dog and his shadow.
Another time when Hyrum was gone, Sarah was alone with the babies, the wind was blowing hard and it was raining. Sarah was awakened about one hour before dawn to hear about a dozen horses running around the house. It was too dark to see anything, she thought it was Indians raiding. She got out of bed, praying and wondering what to do, and trying to make herself know that she had to act brave. It seemed ages, finally at dawn she could see it was riderless horses trying to get to shelter.
Another time it was a very dark night and raining, the dog barked and woke Hyrum and Sarah. They got up but couldn’t see or hear anything. Thinking it was coyotes, went back to bed. Next morning to their sorrow, they found their big gray team of horses were gone. These were the only horses that they had. They were never seen again, although they kept looking for them.
Around 1902 they built a large two room log house on the farm. They cleared the sagebrush and had it under cultivation. They transplanted their berries and apple trees. By now they had a number of milk cows. They sold fruit, butter and vegetables. They also gave lots away to those without, not anyone coming to visit them went away empty handed. They sold their raspberries at 15 cents for a large quart.
About 1906 they built a big frame house with four large rooms and an upstairs, later partitioning the rooms making six rooms and building a kitchen on. This house also had three large porches on it. They also built a large frame barn (Hyrum did most of the building himself). He used the log house for a granary later.
The first few years on the farm, before they got the well dug, they hauled water in the summer from the river which was about 1 ½ miles away, in 50 gallon barrels on a sled pulled by horses. Sometimes the horses would run tipping the water over and they would have to go for more. Water was precious and it was only used for drinking and house. They drove the cattle and horses to Fall River to drink.
In summer, Sarah, as well as the neighbors took their washing to Fall River to wash, heating water on a camp fire, washing the clothes on a washboard, using homemade soap, drying them on willows and ropes stretched from tree to tree. They would make a party of these days, everyone taking lunch. While the clothes were drying, they ate, played games, fished, picked berries (when they were on) and visited, always watching for Indians. The children always looked forward to these days. The Indians and Gypsies were quite bothersome in the summer at this place in Fall River South of their place (when on their way to their summer camp ground at Teton Valley).
In the early days they took wheat to St. Anthony to have ground into flour, Germade and rolled oats, later a power (water) grist mill was built on Fall River, about three miles S.E. of their place. They butchered pork in the fall and winter to last the year. This was a big day when the children were big enough to help. They always butchered in the morning and let it hang until evening and then the family would help out and put the meat in salt. It would take almost two weeks to get the meat salted; and then they would wrap it individually and bury it in the grain bin to keep until ready to use, that is the hams, shoulders and bacon.
Most every winter Hyrum Coleman along with others would cut ice from rivers and canals and store it in sawdust (after the saw mills were started in the valley) to use during the summer and they would store cured ham and bacon in the ice. We used to have homemade ice cream often (Sundays, holidays and for every party).
In about 1910 Hyrum Coleman bought a 360 acre dry farm from his brother, Prime, which has always been known as the Coleman Farm. It is about 3 miles north of the town of Marysville (or it used to be called a town) and 5 miles north of the Coleman home on the north side of Snake River. They raised crops of wheat on this place. There are a lot of chokecherries, service berries and also snakes, but they always watched their step. The chokecherries were as large as tame cherries and good cooked. About this same year, the Colemans bought 80 acres of the Carey Act Land (Squatter’s Right) one mile south of the home place on the North side of Fall River. They built a one room frame building to improve upon the land. While improving on this land someone had to be on the place night and day (it took 6 months to make it yours) or anyone could move in and take possession, as Baums (our neighbor) did to a poor woman, who had a number of small children. Her husband died and while they were at his funeral Baums moved her things out into the road and took possession of her home. They fought over it for a number of years but Baums won.
The first few years they hauled hay from (Black Springs) now Chester, which is about 5 or 6 miles South of Ashton.
One time Hyrum had two mules hitched to the wagon and was fording Fall River when one of the mules laid down in the river and had a time getting up. Mother was real scared. Sometimes in good weather we drove the mules to school on the sleigh. When noon came they would let out an awful bray, to us kid’s embarrassment, as all the kids would look at us and laugh. At night when we were going home from school the roads would be rather slick and the mules would slip and slide off the road into the deep snow. We’d have to tramp a trail for them and unhook them from the sleigh, take them a little ways ahead and then pull the sleigh up to where the mules were, and when we took them sometimes it would take us hours to get the 1 ½ miles home, so we didn’t take them very often. In the summer when Hyrum would put the mules on the plow, or other equipment to work in the field, when noon came the mules would let out a bray and head for the barn, nothing could stop them, so soon he sold them.
There is a hot spring in Fall River (not enough to cook an egg) up on the North side of the river where one of the canals heads, close to the Fall River meadows.
One time Indians set fire, up by Gloversplace 1/12 of a mile south east of our farm, so everyone got out and fought fire, it spread north nearly to Warm River, about 3 or 4 miles.
One fall about 1906 or 1907 a bunch of elk came by our place and every man who lived close around started in pursuit. Uncle Prime Coleman joined with them for a ways, but his horse got tired and he was quite a ways behind so he went back home. The men killed a number of elk but the game warden caught up with them and arrested them all. Uncle Prime was glad his horse gave out. Hyrum wasn’t home at the time.
In 1901 the L.D.S. people built a large frame church house and a good sized two story school house which were very nice. In 1912 the old school house was condemned and they built a large brick school house with eight class rooms, a library room, a sweat room (we called) two large play rooms in the basement, also a furnace room and two large inside toilets which was a treat to all of us, such a thrill. We were proud of this schoolhouse.
In 1892 until later------the closest railroad was Eagle Rock now Idaho Falls. Years later some Railroad men surveyed for a railroad going to Yellowstone Park. Before this railroad went through, these men bought up a lot of land where Ashton now is and surveyed that way for the railroad and staked this land out for lots, built some stores and houses on some of those lots and they underpriced the stores at Marysville. One of the mens name was Ashton. The town built up fast. At this time Marysville was a good sized town with a number of stores, a Hotel and lots of houses, Post Office, drugstore, butcher shop, two dry good stores, but it wasn’t in the right place and soon most of the stores moved. In about 1906 (?) the Railroad branched off from Ashton going through the south side of the town of Marysville going to Teton Basin. The Railroad built a good sized depot and a number of grain elevators at Marysville. This railroad ran through the middle of Hyrum Coleman’s home farm. The Co. gave him some lots in Marysville and some cash for the right-a-way. When building the railroad through there were some white men workers, but most of them were Mexicans. They used horses and scrapers, the Mexicans would sing and cuss their horses, we couldn’t understand what they were saying but it was entertaining, sometimes when our cows got out and down that way, they would milk them, sometimes our eggs would be missing.
The Railroad boss ordered a bunch of groceries to come by rail, some of them looked spoiled so the boss wouldn’t take them out of the depot. Hyrum happened to come along about that time and the depot agent asked him to take the stuff out and dump it, so Hyrum brought it home. There was a 5 gallon bag of strawberry jam and a big wooden keg of mustard pickles. Dad chopped the lids off and found that there was just a little mildew under the cork that was on the lid, so Sarah skimmed the top off, recooked it and bottled it for future use. They tasted real good and was a good treat for us.
Our home was a gathering place for all the neighboring kids, especially on Sunday. Mother was fondly called Aunt Sarah by all the kids. She always saw that all the kids had a good time, she made baseballs out of old woolen socks. She tore them and rolled them into a nice sized ball and then sewed them all around to make them hold good. We always had lots of company, there was always cookies, cake, lemonade and quite often real homemade ice cream. She always gave everyone who came something to eat, our raspberries were always the best, also the bread, milk, butter and jam.
Hyrum sat on the Church jury many times, but he said he didn’t like that. I always liked to hear him, John and Douglas play the mouth organ. Our entertainment at home was popping corn, making candy, playing cards, old maid, smut (?), Hi-five and lots of parlor games, also outside games such as Ball, Hide and Seek, Kick the Can, Run Sheep Run, etc. Mother and Dad were always there to help us, and they played with us most of the time, especially in the indoor games. We never dared to cheat or quarrel or we couldn’t play.
Aunt Mary Hendricks, Mother’s sister, had the first Post Office in Marysville. Most of the time in early days we held Sunday School and Sacrament right together. Sometimes in the summer Mother would have a delicious lunch prepared, for after Church. (Prepared mostly on Saturday) composed of fried chicken, vegetable, bread and butter, fruit, lemonade and cake and we’d go to the river to have our picnic. Sometimes we would pick a bunch of berries to take home with us.
The married people in Marysville would meet (as a surprise) one night a week at someone’s home, if anyone didn’t know where the party would be they knew it would be at their house. Each would take something to eat which would consist of oyster soup, milk, crackers, cake, punch or cocoa. We smaller kids got to go often, and we’d have a good time playing our games while the grownups played theirs.
When Dad went to town he always brought home a lot of peppermint candy with the groceries, and if Mother didn’t go he would always bring a present home for her. Mother won a prize guessing how many kernels of grain a rooster would eat in a day after he had stood in a store window in a box for a week in three or four inches of grain. Dad won many foot races and got prizes. Dad won a prize at a Fourth of July celebration in Ashton for bringing the largest load. He had a big white topped buggy and a small flag on each horse. Mother wasn’t feeling very good (it was before Edward was born). We had all the family which was ten at the time, and on the way there was quite a few people walking along the road, so Dad stopped and picked them up, until the buggy was real crowded with people and a number of kids sitting in the back of the buggy with their feet hanging out and as we entered town some kids along the back holding on to the kids feet, who were in the buggy. The men who were judges saw us and commented that we had the largest load. Dad didn’t do this on purpose. The parade and program was on the street so Dad, Mother and some other women and kids sat in the buggy, then Dad drove out to the ball and race track and they sat in the buggy all day, so after the ballgame they called Dad in and gave him the prize, which was a real surprise to him and very embarrassing to Mother.
One time Ezra and some other boys decided to hitch a ride on the box car of the train. When they went to get off, while the train was still going slow Ezra caught his coat on the car. He couldn’t get his coat off but he finally got loose and off the train without getting run over.
In about 1916 or 17 Joseph and Ezra were drafted into the First World War. Ezra went to France, Joseph stayed in the States. They both returned home safe.
To this union ten children were born, eight boys and two girls.
Joseph Hyrum, Jr. June 27, 2892
Amy JaneMay 21, 1894
Ezra WilliamJanuary 25, 1896
John MyronMarch 21, 1898
Prime HenryFebruary 5, 1900
Phemia AnnSeptember 28, 1901
Douglas KayAugust 27, 1903
HowardDecember 25, 1905
EdwardOctober 12, 1907
Ira Weaver ColemanJanuary 25, 1914
In the spring of 1919, wanting to get their land in one big farm, they sold at Marysville, Idaho to a neighbor, Diamond Loosli and bought 480 acres of land at Darlington, Idaho. Later they lived in Mackay, Moore, Acequia, and Paul, Idaho.
Hyrum Coleman died 8 October 1947, at Heyburn, Idaho at the home of a son, Douglas.
Sarah Ann Kay Coleman died 22 December 1938 at their home at Paul, Idaho. They were both laid to rest in Pocatello, Idaho.
Written by Phemia Ann Coleman McAffee (their daughter).