Our Family Legacy
Father embraced the Gospel of Jesus Christ of Latter day Saints in Denmark. His father was very bitter toward the Mormons after Father joined the Church. Father belonged to the Lutheran Church before joining the Mormons.
When Father broached the subject of coming to America his father became frantic, but gave him the money and supplied him with clothes and told him to go, but after he was gone his father sent a tracer after him, but it was to late – my father had sailed.
Father was eighteen years of age when he came to America; his first year in Utah was a very trying time for him, as he had to dig roots and cook cowhide for food.
My mother, Mary Adsersen Hansen, was born in Tange, Jyland County, Denmark, so both Father and Mother emigrated from Denmark, Father sailing from Liverpool, England, 12 Dec., 1855.
Mother and her mother, Annie Catherine Adsersen came to America; about three years after father arrived. My mother's sister, Christina also came to America and crossed the plains with a hand cart company.
After my grandmother, Annie Catherine Adsersen and my mother joined the church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints, my grandfather, Peter Adsersen was very bitter toward them and sometimes threatened to kill my grandmother, so they planned a trip for him and while he was gone they left for America; my grandmother afterward married Samuel Adair.
When my mother first came to Utah they had to spin and weave their own cloth, and when Mother's first baby came she sold one of her feather beds to get calico to make baby clothes; calico at that time was one dollar a yard.
On the third of April, 1859, my father married my mother's sister, Christina Adsersen, she bore three children, Anna Christina, Hans, and Peter, the last child living but a few hours and the mother passing away three days later, December 19, 1864.
May 5, 1865 my father married my mother, Mary Adsersen; my Mother's first child a boy died at birth; the next one also a boy, Niels Samuel, two years older than myself, I was born September 5, 1871 at Washington, Washington County Utah; my mother bore eleven children, six boys and five girls.
My father received a number of calls from the church which were as follows:
In September 1856 my father settled in Weber county Utah, and 1857 was set apart by Capt. Jefferson Osborne to labor in Soda Springs and Echo Canyon, he was released Jun. 18 1858.
Of his own choice he was set apart at Spanish Fork to go help build up Mt. Pleasant Fort, leaving April 9, 1859 and was released October 1861.
His next appointment was to go to Washington Utah to raise cotton, he was set apart in December 1861 at Mt. Pleasant Utah, by Bishop William Seely and left the same month; he was released in 1879.
In that same year at St. George Utah during conference he was called to help settle Arizona and left October 22, 1880.
Father was called as a home missionary in the stake of eastern Arizona, March 9, 1883 at Taylor Apache county and set apart by President L. H. Hatch.
In 1879 my parents were called to Arizona to help build up that country; at this time my mother had five children, I being eight years old, Father had just made us a comfortable home in Washington Utah when he had to sell out for what we could get and leave; we traded most of our things for horses and cows; we went as far as Kanab stopping there to rest the cattle; while there, Father received a letter from Denmark stating his father died and left him some money, so he decided to take us back to Washington and wait until the money came; my brother Hans stayed in Kanab to look after the cattle.
We waited so long for the money and when it came it was too late in the season to travel so we stayed in Washington for the winter; on the 23rd day of December my mother gave birth to another son, this made eight in our family; my brother and myself attended school during the winter, this was my second year at school, John Pace was my teacher.
I will here relate some instances in my early life.
I was about five years old when I was very sick with diphtheria, but through the faith and prayers of my parents and the administrations of the elders I recovered.
When I was seven years of age I had dropsy; when I sat up in a chair while Mother made my bed my tongue would hang out and I would pant like a dog. They put hot rocks wrapped in wet cloths around me to steam my body they also gave hot wine and sulfur to drink. I wanted cold water but this they refused me, one day my brother was caring for me as my mother had gone away. I asked him to get me a pint cup of water from the spring, which he did. I drank it. The dropsy soon broke and water ran from my body as if I had been put in a tub of water; but I was soon well again.
The same winter we went back to Washington from Kanab my sister Anna was married. She lived in Silver Reef, but their home was burned and their property was destroyed.
My Grandfather and Grandmother Adair, my sister Anna and husband Sanford Jaques, and my brother Hans took the horses and cattle and went to Arizona where they put in a crop and in the fall of 1880 Sanford and Hans came back for us; we had used most of the money received from my grandfather, also a number of the cattle had died or were lost during the winter.
On our trip to Arizona we were three weeks on the road, traveling over the Buckskin mountains and crossing the Colorado river at Lee's Ferry. We were all very happy when we arrived at Showlow for this was the place where the boys had located and built a little house, put in a crop so we had a little garden truck to eat and plenty of milk for a while. The men had to gather the crop which consisted of corn and beans. We had to take the corn about twenty miles to get it ground into meal. Flour was very scarce and we did not get much that first winter.
When we arrived at Showlow the men got some logs and built a lean-to on the house they had built for my sister. This room served as a bedroom for my mother, and a kitchen, having a blanket put up for a door, but no window. The wagon boxes were taken off the wagons and put on the ground, and they served as bedrooms for the children.
We did not have time to build much as the men had to look for work as soon as the crops were gathered.
There was a government post about forty miles from Showlow and my father was fortunate enough to get some mason work there for a while. It was a hard cold winter, but when spring came we built a lumber room, but when the rains came it was spoiled for us, as we had to roll up the beds and put pans on the floor to catch the rain.
There were only a few families in that part of the country, so there was no school.
The next summer after we arrived in Showlow there was a wealthy man by the name of Hunting came and put up a store. It seemed very nice to really have a store, although we didn't have much money to spend.
In the fall of 1881 the Apache Indians went on the warpath. Just before dark one evening we received word that the Indians were headed for Showlow. The families were advised to gather at Mr. Cooley's and the places as close to his as possible; Mr. Cooley was a wealthy cattleman and had married a squaw. He had several children and a very large house. Some of our people had a saw mill close to Mr. Cooley's. All the men went to work the next day to build a fort around Mr. Cooley’s place. Some of the men stood guard day and night. We lived there for some time. The men would go out occasionally to care for their crops.
After the scare was over we moved out to the Whipple ranch, about a mile and a half from Mr. Cooley's and about a mile from Fool's Hollow. There were about four families living there.
The families at the Whipple ranch had all moved to Taylor at the beginning of the Indian scare and had not returned.
The day we moved to the Whipple ranch two of the Whipple boys came there looking after their crops. A year afterward I met one of the boys at a dance. I was only a little girl; but he danced with me then and he usually did after that and I admired him because he was attentive to my and I was several years younger.
We lived at the Whipple ranch all winter and in the spring Father and the boys built a log house down at Showlow. Two or three other families soon came and in a short time there were enough children to justify opening a school, so the people built a little log school house. The benches were made of split slabs with the flat side up and holes bored in each corner for the legs. The next thing was to get a teacher. There was a young man who was cripple living in our neighborhood. The people discussed the matter and decided that if he could pass the county examination they would engage him for the position. Father and I took this young man to St. Johns to take the examination. His name was John Oliver and sad to say he could not pass the examination, but the people hired him anyway as they thought we should have a school. This was in 1882 and it was my first year of school in Arizona. Oliver taught for six months, as that was as long as the people could afford to pay him. The next year there was a family by the name of Calvin that came to make their home there, they had a daughter Eliza our people hired her to teach the next year. During these three years my mother was in very poor health and as I was the oldest girl I had to take the responsibility of the house work so I missed a number of days at school, this continued for another two years.
On May 13, 1884, my father was appointed bishop of our little town. We held Sunday school and meetings in our little town. Our little log school house was also the dance hall, it was lighted with candles: the candle holders were made of blocks of wood with a hole for the candle then they were fastened to the wall. For music we had a violin I have danced to a harmonica. I was getting to be what I thought was a young lady. I began to have gentlemen friends very young and about this time my young friend Mr. Whipple came to see me and we became regular pals and before long we were engaged and in the fall of 1886 we were married. My friend had been away all summer, working to get a little wedding stake, while I made quilts and some sewing to get ready to be married. I had most of the house work to do for a family of nine so considered myself capable of becoming a wife. I began helping with the washing when I was nine years old. I would get up before daylight so I could bet breakfast over and the work done and I usually missed one day a week at school and I always hurried home and did the ironing after school.
I also darned socks for father and brothers and although I worked hard my parents taught me the gospel for which I am very thankful and the children were taught to take part in family prayers, consequently I have always had great faith in prayer. If I had not had all this experience it might have been very hard on me, to get married so young, as I was only 15 years of age.
In those days the young people generally went in couples overland to the St. George Temple to be married. They would usually go in two or four couples so they could arrange for sleeping, the girls together and the boys together. It would take between two and three weeks to make the trip one way.
On the morning of Oct. 12, 1886 I bid my folks good bye and we went away leaving them all crying. We went as far as Snowflake, Arizona. We stopped at President Jesse N. Smith's home, where he performed the marriage ceremony for us at 6 o'clock that evening. The company we traveled with was Harrison Pierce and family also one man named Minerally: after we were married we started to overtake these people, we reached them the next day about four o'clock on the other side of Holbrook.
After a day or two on the road I asked my husband why we didn't have prayer before going to bed, I had been accustomed to this and I felt as though we needed the guidance of the Lord on this trip, so I prayed first as he had asked me. We traveled over the same road I had gone over seven years before, this was a long tedious trip but very interesting; we arrived in Washington Utah and visited with friends a day or two. After we went through the Saint George Temple, we decided to go to Provo for a visit with some of my husband's people and also visit at Pine Valley, Aurora and Sevier county.
After the holidays I decided to go to school. I thought my husband could get work some place and I could work for my board and go to school, I secured a place at Andrew Stewart's, Sister Stewart needed a woman to help her girls with the house work as she had very poor health.
I only stayed there a week as they expected me to do all the work and I did not have time to get my lessons. There were several girls in the family, but not one of them came into the kitchen to help me. I next secured a place at Mary Whipple's, one of my husband's father's wives. I went to school for a few weeks but became discouraged and finally stopped. We then went out on Provo Bench and stayed with my husband's brother Dagbert and helped him on the farm. We were there until May when we went to Park City to find work. We stayed there, my husband going to Park City canyon to cut trees. We had a rough little home there, but yet it was “home, sweet home,” to me. My husband built a little cabin out of poles and stretched the wagon cover over one end where we had our bed., which was also made of poles. I got some cloth, made a tick, and we found some straw to fill it with. The other end of the cabin was covered with brush. We had a small stove and a large dry goods box for a table and one for a cupboard. We used stumps for chairs. The chipmunks were very numerous there and would get into everything that was uncovered. I spent much time trying to kill them. I made a dreadfall by using a box, raising one end by putting a stick under to hold it up, and tying a string to the stick, I put some bread under this box then when the chipmunks got under the box I would pull the string. During the time we were living there I took two boarders. I thought perhaps I might make a little money that way. We lived there about three months then I went to stay with one of my husband's sisters, Unity Carter. They lived at the mouth of Provo canyon. I was there until the last of September, then my husband came and we went to Salt lake City to attend the October conference. I had now been married about a year and was homesick for my people I decided to go home on the train, I had a number of experiences on the train traveling alone but I arrived at Holbrook safe and there I had a chance to visit my sister in Woodruff I stayed there until my brother came to take me to my mother's. I was very glad to see all my folks again but now I wanted my husband but when I spoke of going to him my people felt so bad that I did not go but wrote to him to come home but he was working in Provo, Utah, and did not like to quit. He stayed there a year then he came home and we went to housekeeping on a farm in a little frame house that had cracks in the floor large enough to lose my dishes in but I was very happy, and Mother gave me four hens and a rooster and father gave us a cow and we bought a couple of cows. The next summer we milked four cows and I sold butter to get our groceries, I also raised seventy-five chickens, also a good crop of corn and potatoes and made several barrels of molasses.
My husband's father and his two families had moved to Mexico the year we were married, his father wanted us to come to Mexico and care for his cattle, so we sold our crop for what we could get for it and prepared to go to Mexico, we got a wagon and two span of horses and loaded our few belongings, setting our stove up in the front of the wagon with the pipe running through the wagon cover so we could make a fire at night when we camped for it was cold traveling. We left home November 20, 1889; I had my knitting with me and while we were on the road I made three pairs of socks for my husband. We were about two weeks on this trip.
The custom house was at la Asencion, Mexico, we were compelled to stay there all day as our baggage had to be inspected, duty papers made out and we also were required to obtain a pass before we could go on to our destination. While there I saw so much of the condition of the Mexicans that I wanted to turn back, it made me heartsick, most of them had factory pants, or pants made from unbleached muslin and large straw hats, some were so ragged their hair stuck through the top.
A number of men sat on a bench outside the custom house and stared at me until I could stand it no longer then I hung a blanket between us. We raveled about a day longer than we reached Casas Grande here our baggage was inspected again and our money changed for Mexican money, we received two dollars for one.
I gave a sigh of relief as we left there as that was the last place we had to go through an inspection, the houses in this part of Mexico were built of large Mexican adobes, flat roofs and the doors opening on the street there were huge adobe walls joining the corners of the houses so that it made a large enclosure at the back.
Twelve miles farther we came to the little town of Colonia Juarez, this place was an improvement on the others we had seen as this place was only two years old and this is the place where the Whipples' lived, father Whipple had a few cows on a ranch about eight miles from the town, there was a good sized log house on this ranch also a spring, we moved out to the ranch in January and as the cattle were nearly all turned out for the winter there was very little work to do, by the time we bought the things that were necessary our money was about gone and we had to plan some way to make a living until the spring so we decided to bring posts down from the hills and sell them, my husband was gone before daylight and came back late at night, these were lonesome days for me for some days I wouldn't see anybody all day but perhaps a Mexican riding the ranch, sometimes they would come to the house and ask for food, I did not care to see them as I was frightened when I was alone; on an evening when I was alone I would sit and crochet and as coal oil was very scarce I would open the end of the stove and use that for a light.
In May we had a little girl come and stay with us so I would not be alone while my husband was away. We were milking a few cows and I was making a little butte to sell.
The first of June we were expecting a visit from the stork: we engaged sister Hawkins, a nurse to stay with me; our baby came June 11, 1890, when she was ten days old. Brother A. F. McDonald blessed her, and named her Jennie May, her daddy was very proud of her and when any of his friends came that way he always brought them in to see his baby, the only baby in the world.
About this time my brother, Hans, was set apart by Apostle A. O. Woodruff to fill a mission, he left December 5, 1902, and came home march 10, 1905.
Going back to my history, we lived on this ranch about three years, milking cows and making butter and cheese; at this time a little Mexican girl came to live with us, she had lived with American families before and could speak English, she was with us eighteen months, we learned our first Spanish words from her. She was thirteen years old. I liked to live on this ranch in the summer when my husband was home, and in the winter when he hauled posts from the mountains it was very lonesome and when he brought lumber down, it took him three days to make a trip. The second year we were on this ranch there was a terrible drought. Many of our cattle died, and the cows were too poor to milk although sometimes we would catch a cow and milk her.
Sometimes we cooked beans and seasoned them with bacon rind and when I baked bread I floured the pans as I had no lard or grease. At this time there were no ready made overalls, so I made my husband's overalls, shirts, underwear and knit his socks and also did the sewing for myself and baby.
The summer of 1892, was better as we had plenty of rain and the grass was like a grain field. We milked about thirty-five cows and made cheese and butter.
We were getting along fine when it was rumored that the Apache Indians were in the country. The people thought we should move to town but we were doing so well and thought we would be all right. One night in early September a horse came in our yard, my husband got up, caught the horse and tied him to the wagon.
After my husband came back to bed we thought of the Indians and we could not sleep. As soon as it was light enough to see my husband went to look at the horse.
The horse had a United States Government saddle on and a rawhide rope tied to the saddle. After taking off the saddle and staking the horse out to feed, he went out on the flat to herd the calves. At sunrise as I went to the door I saw an Indian ride up to one of our horses and throw a lariat over the riding horse and ride away.
I was afraid the Indians would see my husband and kill him, my husband saw the Indian and ran to the corral then came to the house for his gun, but I begged him not to follow the Indian for I was afraid there were more Indians close around. After the Indian was gone we took one of the work horses and put the little boy that was staying with us on it and sent him to town eight miles away to give the alarm. I believe they camped around our place expecting to do some mischief but through the hand of the Lord we were saved from any danger. The Indians then went up in the mountains to Cave Valley about a mile from town and camped close to the Thompson ranch. Brother Thompson was away from home leaving his family, two young boys, a nine year old girl and the mother. The boys had been out milking and were returning to the house not knowing the Indians were any place close around for the timber was very thick there and they could conceal themselves. The mother heard shooting and went to the door and saw her boys lying in the path. The mother started to her boys and the Indians shot her; this brought little Annie to the door. The Indians came from their hiding place and seeing the mother still living they dragged her around by her hair and used her body brutally. The little girl was hitting the Indians with her bonnet and trying to make the Indians let her mama alone. I think they intended to get what food they could and take the little girl with them. While they were going through the house, the little girl went out where the brothers lay; the youngest was alive and he told Annie to hide in the chicken house and he crawled there and hid with her. When the Indians found the little girl and one boy, which they supposed dead, gone, they became alarmed and rode away. After they were gone the little girl ran through the timber to a little town and gave the alarm. When we heard what the Indians did we put out things into the wagon and went to town. The Whipples had built a new brick house so we moved into the old one.
January 17, 1893, there was another little girl added to our family.
We lived here about six months then we bought a place up the river about three miles. There was a young orchard on the place but no house. There were about five families living close to us. Our neighbors has a lumber shack they used for a chicken house and we lived in this all summer. Our work was always the same, milking cows and making butter and cheese. I was awarded first prize at the fair for the best butter on the market. I made butter and shipped it to Mexico City. In the meantime my husband was getting ready to build a house on our place. My husband hauled the lumber from the mountains and the bricks from town.
I now had a girl staying with me; she and I milked about twenty-five cows.
The shack we lived in had a dirt floor and board for a roof to keep the sun out and when it rained everything got wet and the floor stayed damp. I contracted rheumatism in both my lower limbs and was bedfast for weeks. My limbs were drawn up and I could not straighten them and my husband became very much concerned about me and I asked him to get the elders and he brought our bishop, George W. Sevey. Then they anointed me and administered to me; as they sat by my bed talking, my limbs straightened and the pain left. I did not know when this happened but when I found it out I began to move around and found the pain had left I wanted to get up and the next day I began doing my house work again. I have never had another attack of rheumatism.
While we were living here our little girl was very sick for some time with summer complaint and during her illness Father Whipple passed away at the age of eighty-eight, but our little girl being so ill I was unable to attend the services and we thought Pearl would pass away that day but through faith and prayers she was spared.
They were still working on our house so we rented another one for the winter. The first of May 1895, our little brick home was finished and we moved into it. I felt like a queen in a palace.
On October 4, 1895, our first boy came to us. The river was high and my husband had been working all day to get the boat out of some brush; when he came home he said, “If you will wait until after tomorrow, I think the river will be down enough so I can get the boat,” but of course the time had arrived and there was no putting it off. About eleven o'clock that night he went for Sister Shafer. She and her husband came, he administered to me then Brother Shafer went for Sister Baker and in a few hours everything was over and we named our boy Charles Hansen.
In December as soon as I was able, we thought we would have our home dedicated. I made preparations for a big dinner. I invited Apostle George Teasdale and wife and other friends. Apostle Teasdale dedicated our home and Patriarch W. R. Stowell gave us our Patriarchal Blessing, after which we had dinner and that evening all of us went to town to an entertainment. In this home I spent some of the happiest days of my life but there are always a few unpleasant things mixed with the joys of life.
Not long after this my husband took another wife and after getting my consent he brought her home to live with us, this was a great trial for me but we lived together for two years. About the time the second wife came here to live, my fourth child was born, we named him Edson.
While we were all living together my husband became ill, he was sick for a year then came to Salt Lake City Utah and was operated on for his trouble.
Whenever the other wife and I would have a few words or ill feelings toward each other, my husband always got us together, find out the trouble and make everything right. I always tried to live as near right as possible and I made the sacrifice so I could have the blessings and I thought I was entitled to them.
Her first baby was born while she was with me and I cared for her. Sometimes the trials seemed more than I could bear but the Lord blessed me and strengthened me until I was able to overcome the greatest trial. We loved each other but yet we had our weaknesses for none of us are perfect, but our husband was a man in every respect, he tried to do the right thing by both of us.
After two years he bought her a home in town.
We had a large orchard of apples and other fruit so we went into the business of shipping fruit to different parts of Mexico. During the next two years we had two more children, Cleah and Clyde.
During the spring of 1905, my husband was called on a mission to the Central States.
I now had a family of six and was expecting the stork again in January. My husband obtained permission to postpone his mission until I was well again, so instead of leaving in the fall as planned he left on January 14, the baby was eight days old and we named him Augustus Leon. I now had seven children, the oldest being fifteen years old.
Jennie and Pearl were staying in town working for their board and going to school. Pearl was staying at Apostle John W. Taylor's home. They thought so much of her that they asked me if she could come to their home and go to school. I still had five with me on the farm. Charley was ten years old, Edson eight, Cleah five, Clyde three, and the baby one week old. The two oldest boys walked three miles to school and were gone all day. It was quite lonesome for me during the day, although I had three little ones at home.
In the spring the boys plowed the ground and we planted a garden. We also put in two acres of corn. The boys irrigated and hoed the corn and I helped irrigate the orchard and garden. We also had cows to milk and butter to make which I sold. I did the sewing for the family and I also took in sewing to do for other people. I had to sew at night after I put the children to bed.
In the fall we had the apples to care for. Jennie and Charlie would hitch up the team, load the wagon with apples and take them to a cannery or sometimes would take the apples to Casas Grande, a Mexican village about twelve miles from home but we had to do this to get money to send their daddy while on his mission. The first year everything went along fine but the second year our troubles began. In March 1907 all of us had the measles. I was very ill for three days before the measles came out on me. I could not get a doctor or nurse as the doctor was away and the nurse sick.
Being alone on the ranch and all of us sick I felt I did not care if I lived or died but Aunt Mary, my husband's other wife, brought her three children and nursed us. In a few days the baby came down with measles and as I had the measles I had to wean the baby.
After a few days of good nursing we all improved but in about two weeks Mary's children had their turn with the measles. They had just recovered from the measles and all of them had whopping cough.
After this siege of sickness everything went along smoothly until September. One morning I was going to town to do some shopping and I left early so the boys could ride to school. Charlie was driving; the other children rode in the back of the wagon. We had just started over the dugway and the river was below us; the horses started to run. Charlie tried to stop them but could not. I tried but could not but I found that the bridle had slipped off over the horse's neck. Just then I felt the wagon struck a rock, that is the last I remembered for a time and when I regained conscience I lay on the ground by the road and close to me my boy lay crying, “I am killed,” then Charlie found out that I could not move he came to me. I looked for the children and found them scattered along the road. I could see all but the baby.
The wagon seat was turned upside down, the children looked under it and found the baby all safe and sound.
Edson took one of the horses and rode to town for help. Brothers Pierce and Furley came and brought a cot; as they lifted me on the cot I fainted, they took me to Apostle Taylor's home as they were friends of ours and my daughter Pearl stayed there. Apostle Taylor was not at home but his two wives, Roxie and Rhoda, the finest women I ever knew and full of the Gospel, were at home. They took me in and wanted to send to Casas Grande for a doctor but I had more faith in the elders. I asked them to send for Apostle Cowley.
He came and administered to me and gave me a wonderful blessing and I knew I would get well. I was suffering great pain and for days I could not move my head or body. A number of times the Sisters Taylor anointed me and then prayed for me. The elders also administered to me, I have been healed so many times through prayer that my faith is very strong.
The Sisters Taylor took all my children to their home so I would not worry about them. I can never repay them for their kindness to me and mine. In about three weeks I was able to be propped up in bed and as I was better I asked to be taken home as there were things to be cared for, although the neighbors were very kind and looked after these things while I was away, we had cows, pigs, chickens and fruit to care for and if we were home the children could do this. My husband's brother and some men put me on a cot in a wagon and drove me carefully home, sending a nurse with me to look after the children and nurse me. I began to improve rapidly but for two or three years my back bothered me. After I became well again and everything was looked after and taken care of for the winter I rented a little house in town and moved there. I felt as though I could not drive to and from town as I had done before.
I want to relate some more instances of healing while I am on this subject. In September 1902, dysentery was very bad in our little town of Colonia Juarez and the older people were very ill and some of them died. One morning I took very suddenly with this illness. We did everything we knew of. Also had a doctor and nurse but nothing seemed to help me. I could not sleep and when I closed my eyes I could see all kinds of ugly images and if I did sleep it seemed as though these things were trying to kill me. The elders came in and administered to me and I would feel better for a while, but I kept getting weaker, and every night about 6 o'clock I would feel as though I were sinking through my bed. My husband had to sit by my bed and hold my hands day and night or I could not close my eyes because these ugly things were after me. Sometimes my arms and limbs would twitch and I could not hold them still. My husband would anoint them with oil and pray for me and I know it was through his prayers and the elders that I was healed.
In January, 1908, my husband was released from his mission and came home. I did not go out to the ranch and more and in the spring of 1908 my husband moved Aunt Mary on to the farm and I lived in her home in town. He went in to the fruit business again. Several men tried this while he was away but all of them failed and gave it up. One year after my husband came home he started to build me a house in town. He had it well under way when the revolution started in Mexico. At this time everything was prosperous in Mexico and the town was building up, but this trouble coming on us we did not know whether to continue with the building or leave the country. However we decided to finish the home and in two years we had it completed. It was a house of eleven rooms built of adobes. I moved into it and was very comfortable. The building was all paid for and the future would have been very bright if the revolution had stopped. But instead of stopping it grew worse. When we would hear of a band of rebels coming we would hide our provisions and take the horses out of the barn and hide them for the rebels took what they wanted when they went into a town.
We had a large crop of fruit of all kinds. It was June and we were picking blackberries. I was putting up large quantities of fruit and making jellies and jams. We had ready sale for the berries and fruit. We had hundreds of quarts of berries and our pantry stored full of provisions. About the seventeenth of July I was ill again. After I had been sick about a week I noticed that my husband and the other children seemed to be excited about something but they would not tell me what it was and I was too sick to care. This was July 26, 1912. In the evening I asked the girls to tell their father to come and administer to me. They told me he was down town to a meeting. When I mentioned two or three others of our neighbors I was told they were all away at a meeting. Next morning I was feeling better and my husband asked if I was ready to leave the country. He said they held a counsel meeting the night before and they all decided to go to El Paso by noon as the rebels had surrounded the town of Dublan and had compelled all the people to give up their guns. The girls hurriedly packed a few clothes in the trunks while their father was getting the team ready and within three hours we were off to Pierson, the railroad station, ten miles from our town. There were seventeen of us to go in one wagon, my nine and Aunt Mary's five. They made a bed for me on the trunks and as many of the children as could get in the wagon did, and the rest walked.
The rebels did not bother us on our way to Pierson, but some of the people were held up by a bunch of rebels who put guns in the faces of the people and demanded their money and not being satisfied with taking their money, they cut the lines from the harness and let the people handle the horses as well as they could. When we reached Pierson there were about two hundred rebels watching the people leave. When my husband lifted me out of the wagon and put me on some quilts the rebels pointed their fingers at me and laughed.
When we were finally on the train they had to make me a bed on one of the long benches in the car.
My husband could not go with us as he was one of the men chosen to stay and see that all the people got away. My husband put us in charge of James Skowsen on the train to see that we were cared for. The train left Pierson late in the afternoon and arrived at El Paso between one and two in the morning.
Most of the people in Dublan had gone before us, there were the colonies in the mountains Chupie, Garcia and Pachaco that had to leave also. The brothers in charge of our people had arranged for us to go to a large dance hall that night, everybody put their quilt on the floor and slept there. We were waiting in the depot for James Skowsen to come and tell us what to do.
We waited until everybody was gone, but Mr. Skowsen did not come. In the morning the men found a new hotel that was finished but not furnished. All the people that had money so they could, rented this hotel and moved into it. Jennie took charge of our baggage and trunks then she got back and moved us.
There was a large cattle shed that had been prepared for some of the people that could not pay rent or furnish their own food, and the U. S. Government furnished food for these people. We had about twenty dollars for sixteen of us but I felt as if I had to get some place where I could be cared for but in four or five days our money was almost gone and we had to go on rations as sparingly as possible. I told the children we would go to Arizona where my people lived as they were giving passes to the refugees and we had planned to go to following morning but I was too ill to start. The next day some one sent a doctor to see me he took my pulse and temperature he said I had Typhoid Fever and must have a nurse. I told him I had no money and the next day an ambulance came for me from the hospital, afterward called Hotel Due. They put me in a long narrow basket and covered me with a sheet, four men carried me out to the ambulance. You can imagine my feelings leaving my children in a strange place and no money.
One of my babies was four years old and the other one, one. They were both crying when I left them. I felt as if I were going to my grave.
I was lonesome among strangers. My husband was still in Mexico and I had not heard from him.
Weeks passed by, my baby and the youngest boy both under the doctor's care, but I never knew it.
The report came to us that the men that stayed in Mexico were killed. After the women and children were out of the country, the rebels burned the bridges so the trains could not run.
The men planned to get some horses and go overland and after three weeks they came with some horses, one team of ours. While I was in the hospital my daughter Pearl married Freeman Cooley September 4, and left for Salt Lake City, Utah. As soon as I was able I took my family and started for lakeside Arizona as my brothers and sisters lived there, and they had already sent me fifty dollars to help us. We arrived there the latter part of October. After visiting my people for a while I rented a small house, each one of my people contributed a little to help us. After we were settled the Relief Society gave me a little surprise, they came and brought refreshments for a party and they also brought enough live chickens for a start for me. My oldest boy had been working for my brother in Showlow so we got some groceries and fruit to put up. We had no money but got along fine. The smaller children started to school. I secured the janitor's work for my boy Edson. He received eight dollars a month. He was only twelve years old, but he kept the schoolhouse clean, chopped the wood and built the fire. Jennie could not get work so she went to school at Show Low to brush up a little on the eighth grade work so she could take the county examination for teaching.
That winter was very cold and the boys borrowed my brother's team to haul wood for us. It took most of Edson's time to cut wood for the school house and Cleah did the sweeping and dusting. Eight year old Clyde cut all the wood for the family and it took a lot of it for our house was open and cold. Sometimes the snow drifted and in the mornings I had to scrape the snow off the children's beds before they could get up.
My husband stayed in El Paso thinking we could go home in the spring but when spring came conditions were no better in Mexico so he brought his other family to Lakeside Arizona. During the winter I took orders for a firm and in that way I could get many things to keep house with.
In June, Jennie had gone to St. Johns and taken the examination for teaching, she passed and also got a school in Show Low for the next year. During the summer we milked my brother's cows and helped ourselves that way as work was very scarce. The last of June Pearl and her husband came from Utah and stayed with us until after her baby was born, the last of August. We stayed in lakeside until the spring of 1914 when we moved to Shumway and took up a homestead. Jennie taught her second year of school in Shumway.
We had been here about three weeks when Cleah had Typhoid Fever, she was sick from April until December, complications having set in. She often had her father administer to her. When her father was away she had me to get all the children, mine and Aunt Mary's, around her bed and in their turn pray for her.
The next one to be sick was Clyde, he had pneumonia, one Saturday night the elders were at the house all night. Clyde woke up once and asked us to phone to Show Low and Shumway and ask the Sunday School to fast and pray for him the next Sunday morning. He suffered great pain until about noon on Sunday then he raised up in bed and asked for something to eat.
While we lived in Shumway my husband was President of the Mutual and I was counselor in the Relief Society and also taught a class in Sunday School. Jennie helped in the primary and on the Sunday School board.
We found we could not make a living here for such a large family so we rented a hotel in Show Low and moved up there. Business seemed very dull but before long we were doing very well.
Aunt Mary stayed in Shumway and my husband and the boys drove the mail from Show Low to Fort Apache. We had been in this hotel about six months and doing fine, when the landlady had a chance to sell it and we moved back to Shumway, which made it necessary for us to take the children out of the Show Low school and enter them in the Shumway school. This was in February and on March 12th we decided to start a restaurant in Snowflake: and again changed the children's school. This was three schools in one school year. Business was very poor so I made ice cream, bread, pie and cake. I also had candy, gum and punch to sell. This began to attract trade. Sometimes people used to stay overnight so I rented my bedroom. My landlord, Mr. Turley, let me have a couple more rooms upstairs. I repaired and furnished them. Soon I had them rented every night. I could not accommodate all the people that desired to stay. Mr. Turley had a dance hall that had not been in use for a long time. I talked to him and he had it made into bedrooms. The carpenters made sixteen bedrooms and a lobby. Mr. Turley furnished the bedrooms, all but the linens. I furnished the linens and the furniture for the lobby. At first I took only eight rooms. That made me eleven rooms to rent but soon I needed all of them. Jennie and Cleah had both been going to school at Normal in Flagstaff. Jennie had finished and was teaching. My oldest boy enlisted in the army in 1918 and served one year at Camp Funston and one year in France.
When I left Shumway, my husband and his other family lived on the homestead. Mary was not contented in this country. She desired to go back to Mexico. Her people had returned to Mexico and had written her, asking her to come. In July, 1917, she and her family returned to Mexico. There she was contented although there were still disturbances there. She wanted us to come too, but in March 1918, she took suddenly sick and one week later she died leaving seven children. My husband went to Mexico and brought the children to Snowflake.
In April 1919, my husband was killed. He was driving his team from Snowflake to Holbrook and as he was going into Holbrook something happened, we never knew but we thought a car ran into his team causing them to give the wagon a sudden jerk throwing him to the pavement and striking his head and causing a skull fracture. He lay unconscious about sixteen hours. They telephoned the accident to us at Snowflake and I went to him at once. I sent for all the children as his condition was very serious. He lived ten days, passing away April 13, 1919, we buried him at Snowflake, Arizona.
After the death of my husband, Mary's parents wrote me to send Mary's children back to Mexico so in July I took them there and gave them to their grand parents and then they were divided among Mary's brothers and sisters.
I had some people caring for the restaurant when I was in Mexico and as soon as I could dispose of the restaurant I intended going back. I returned to Snowflake in September but I did not want me to and they would not go with me.
Charlie came home from France in June, 1919.
Charlie, Edson, Pearl and her husband had gone to Mesa, Arizona, they liked the country very much and wanted me to come. March, 1920, we moved to Mesa; the boys bought a home there, I made the first payment of six hundred dollars. The boys thought they could make the payments on the house and keep the family but they soon lost their work and we had to sell at a sacrifice. We paid seventeen hundred dollars for the place and sold out for a span of horses, harness, a wagon and one hundred and fifty dollars.
At this time I had another sick spell a clot of blood in one of my limbs but again through the goodness of God I was cured.
The boys worked all summer, Gus as thirteen years old, had a paper route.
In July 1920, we received a message from Jennie at Flagstaff saying she had married.
About this time we left for Mexico; the younger children and I went by train and Charlie and the others came later with an extra team, harness and wagon, they had traded the homestead for them.
Cleah was teaching here and received eighty dollars a months and had to take part of her salary in produce.
On Christmas Day, 1921, Cleah and Deveraux Bowman were married.
In December Charlie went to California to get work and in March 1922, Edson and Beth Richens married and moved across the street from me but in July they want to El Paso then on to Los Angeles.
In January Jennie came home with her three months old son and in November Cleah came and stayed until her baby was born in November 1922.
Our fruit crop was all the income we had; Clyde hauled posts and usually had to take something in trade instead of money; we always had plenty to eat but hard to get clothes for the boys.
Clyde left for California and as soon as Augustus was out of High School and did some repair work on farm he left for California. This left Marva and Catherine and I alone on the farm then two years later Marva finished school and ready to leave.
Deveraux and Cleah came to Mexico from Kanab for the graduating exercises in May 1928.
Marva and Catherine went to Kanab and I to Safford to keep house for Jennie was teaching. Charlie came back to Kanab and worked in the garage with Devereaux; there he met Eva Lundquist they were married in the Mesa Temple in February 1929, and in June, Augustus and his friend Frances Willis from Los Angeles were also married in the Temple.
Soon after this I went to Colonia Juarez Mexico on a visit; I decided to take my furniture back to Safford. I hired a truck to take a load and it cost me one hundred dollars.
Soon after I rented a place in Thatcher Arizona so the girls could go to college. I had a large house so I could rent rooms to the students. I had two rooms for light housekeeping and let them to a couple with two children. The President of the college helped me get some boarders. I took four boys and let two girls have another room for housekeeping. I came out ahead this time as I made enough to pay all bills and our living.
In November of that year Jennie's husband died; he had not been sick; he died in the night; we think it must have been heart trouble.
After school was out I built a room on Jennie's lot and stored my furniture there and went to lakeside to visit my brothers and sisters.
I intended to keep house for Jennie again that fall, and had gone back to her home but I began having trouble with my stomach; the doctor thought it was gall stones; I took chiropractic treatments the attacks seemed to get farther apart; in May I went to California and Charlie took me to a chiropractor every day. I stayed with Gus and Frances most of the time as they had sent me twenty dollars to come on. The boys paid my doctor bills. I surely am thankful for such lovely children.
Charlie and Eva sold their place in California and returned to Kanab with me. Charlie drove the truck with their things in and I rode with Eva in the car. I was sick before leaving but I stood the trip fine but after arriving I became worse. The children thought I should have an operation, so on July 27, Deveraux and Cleah took me to Provo and the doctors operated on me. I remained in Provo until October. I was better for a time. In November, Freeman Cooley came to Kanab for me and I stayed with Pearl and Freeman until after Christmas. While there I had a very bad attack with my stomach. They sent for the elders but I did not improve. About two o'clock in the morning they sent to Mesa for the doctor. When he arrived I was suffering such severe pain that all he could do was to give me a hypodermic. About two weeks later when I felt better I went to Safford to Jennie's. I thought I could help her while she was teaching. She wanted me to stay with her. I had been there about two weeks when I took sick again. This occurred the first of February. I was quite sick this time and as before it was another hypodermic, which did not take any effect. The doctor gave me a prescription to be filled. They now sent for a chiropractor but I was suffering such pain he could not do much for me. I Also had the elders but nothing seemed to help me. I knew if I was to get well it would be through the power of God. I sent my name to the Salt lake and Mesa Temples. Jennie sent for the children. Because of the snow there was only one road they could get through and the bridge was out there but where there is a will there is a way so they waded the stream to the other side and here they got a truck to come rest of the way. When they arrived I had begun to improve and now I am well again and in very good health.
Marva and Catherine were both married. Marva had been married about fifteen months and Catherine some weeks when they came to me. Catherine's husband, Hoyt Chamberlain was anxious to have her home again, she left me feeling better.
May 20 Deveraux and Edson took me to Kanab I stayed there until I began to feel better when I came to Salt Lake City, Utah for the opening of the Temple in August, I have been working in the Temple and gathering genealogy.
This is the twentieth day of November, 1932, I am finishing my history which I started in Snowflake, Arizona in 1919. I thank the Lord for the opportunity, for it is through His mercy and blessing I am here and I hope I will be able to continue in this work.
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