tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-73785256858165942502024-03-14T02:12:30.879-07:00Smith Family HistoryUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger131125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7378525685816594250.post-13359407708425899642021-09-26T13:12:00.004-07:002021-09-26T13:12:42.643-07:00Stephen Jensen Jacobsen Beck by his Grandson<p> </p><p class="MsoNormal">Stephen Jensen Jacobsen Beck<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">Sidney Kay Smith Creer's Great Great Grandfather<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">By Stephen F Beck, grandson<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">From book “In Memory of the Becks” compiled by Stephen F
Beck<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">Stephen Jensen Jacobsen Beck was born 16 November 1818 at
Salturm (Saltum) Hjorring Denmark. A son of Jacob Stephensen Jensen Koedal
Beck. Stephen Beck’s father was a deacon in the Lutheran church and Stephen was
the oldest child of a family of fourteen children. In his youth he learned the
carpenter trade, in which he excelled. He was especially good at cabinet making
and finishing.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">At an early age he went away from home to help build a
school house and while there he met Inger Kirstine Jacobsen and brought her to
his father’s house where they were married. He was very much criticized for
marrying out of his social strata as he was from a tradesman’s family and she
was not. He said that she was the one he wanted and could not help but love a
beautiful and intelligent girl like her. Grandmother was born February 15,
1827, nine years after grandfather.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">In about the year 1856 they were contacted by the Mormon
missionaries and readily accepted the Gospel of Jesus Christ of Latter Day
Saints. They were baptized the 26 February 1857. Many times have I heard them
tell of walking four miles in the snow and cold and cutting the ice that they
might have the opportunity of being baptized. My father Jacob being their
oldest boy was baptized with them. He was only nine at the time.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">Stephen’s father was a well-to-do man who had a large home.
Every Christmas all the married children went home and took their families with
them and stayed with their parents for a whole month, feasting and rejoicing.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">Stephen did well in his carpenter trade and managed to make
a comfortable living for his wife and boys. But the desire to come to Zion was
so strong in the hearts of him and his wife that they saved all they could and
made plans to leave Denmark. With the money they saved and the little that
Stephen borrowed from his brother Christian he finally was able to leave his
native land and sail for America.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">He left his parents and most of his family there and it must
have been with some misgivings and sorrow that they said good-by because there
surely was not any hope of seeing his beloved parents and loved ones again in
this life. They gave up a lot for the gospel but they never regretted it.
Later, two of his brothers and one sister joined him in Utah.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">In the early spring of 1862 they set sail on the good ship
Franklin with 600 other people. Most of them were Mormons. They were all bound
for Utah and they suffered many privations incident to steerage passage on the
sailing vessels of that time. The ships were small and they were often very
poorly equipped to feed the many passengers. What food they did have was of a
very poor quality and was rationed. Many of the Saints died on the way and were
buried at sea. They were rolled in burlap and weighted and thrown overboard.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">They were on the ocean for six weeks and had a hard voyage.
Stephen had five sons with him, my father Jacob, age 14, Peter, age 12,
Christian, age 7, Stephen, age 5, Theodore, age 3. While on the ocean
Grandmother gave birth to another son, August. Grandmother often said that she
could not get the proper food to eat in order to nurse him and he starved to
death. It was a sad day for these wonderful parents when they buried this
little boy in the ocean.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">After a long voyage they arrived in the New York Harbor May
29, 1862 and immediately left for Florence, Nebraska, by train. They were 10
days on the train and must have marveled at the vastness of the country. And
many times I suppose Stephen wondered how far it was to Utah and how long
before they would get there. When they reached Florence they were in a hurry to
get ready to leave for Utah so they could be in the Salt Lake Valley before it
got too late in the fall. They left Florence on July 14, with Captain Christion
A Madsen and the Ola N Lillyenquist company.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">It was a happy day on September 23, 1862, when they arrived
in Salt Lake City along with the other 400 immigrants and some 80 wagons that
had been their homes for more than two months. They had walked the long
distance to Utah. No one rode in the wagons that was able and big enough to
walk. They boys had walked the entire distance barefooted and often their feet
were very sore. The food had been very scarce and they looked forward to having
enough food to eat and a good home to live in when they reached Utah. But it
seems that the suffering of this good family of Stephen Beck had just begun.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">They remained only a short time in Salt Lake City, for they
were then sent to Lehi with others of the same company. They lived in Lehi
about two years in a small adobe house that had a dirt roof. This poor little
home was situated at the south end of Lehi. They were very lonely and homesick
many times, often very hungry. There was not much work for a carpenter in Lehi,
even a very good carpenter, and Stephen tried very hard to find something to do
to get food for his family. They did just about everything but ask for food and
they were much too proud to beg for anything to eat. Often they walked down to
the lake to catch a few fish to eat. They cut willow branches and wove baskets
and went around from house to house trying to sell them. There was not any
money in the small town of Lehi and people just could buy the baskets. Even the
bishop could not purchase one of them and this disappointed my grandfather very
much and for a long time he felt rather bitter about not even being able to
sell a basket to the Bishop.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">Grandfather and Grandmother worked hard with their boys one
time to clean a little wheat in one of the farmer’s fields hoping to get enough
wheat to make some bread, but just as soon as they got a little pile made, the
owner came along, put it in his load and hauled it away. Cruel treatment for
such worthy people.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">While at Lehi another son was born and they named him John.
In 1864 they moved to Alpine, Utah, about six or seven miles up the Lehi creek
bed to build a home on the north side of this same creek. Here Stephen spent a
long time building a lovely home for his family. They built by the bridge that
crossed into the town of Alpine. It didn’t take the people of Alpine long to
find out the worth of a good carpenter. He helped to build most all their homes
and barns and many of them are still standing.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">His oldest sons had to seek work away from home to help make
a living. Jacob and Peter worked hard for different men and received very
little pay, often not getting much more than board and room.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">This family was made very happy, when in 1866 two brothers,
Christian and Frederic joined them at Alpine. A sister, Lucy also came but she
and her husband journeyed to Sanpete County to make their home.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">Frederic was a very good mason and Christian was a farmer.
At Alpine they were called farmer Beck, mason Beck, and carpenter Beck. Stephen
Beck very often did the carpenter work on the homes after his brother Frederic
had finished the mason work. They were the main builder of the first meeting
house and many other buildings.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">Stephen Beck finally built himself one of the most
commodious homes in Alpine. It was a long large house with a lean the full
length of the back part and a porch the full length of the front, facing the
street. It had an upstairs in which he had a large carpenter shop where he made
cupboards, tables, chairs, and other items of furniture. It was not possible to
go to the store and buy furniture at that time so Carpenter Beck was kept very
busy, and he enjoyed his work, doing the very best he could. Some grandchildren
are exceedingly proud today of the pieces of furniture of their grandfather’s
that are in their homes.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">Coffins were much needed in this new settlement in which to
bury loved ones that passed away. My Grandfather built many, many coffins and
built them lovingly, for he liked his neighbors and felt a sadness in his heart
when they had the misfortune to lose their loved ones. He built the coffins
well and charged very little for his work. His skill as a builder of everything
will never be forgotten in Alpine.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">Stephen also did considerable farming on ten acres of land
that he planted into gardens and grain and an orchard. Everything they ate had
to be raised on their own land.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">Grandfather had a fine horse and carriage. The carriage was
painted a bright color and had two seats. The front seat and the back seat were
built so that the two backs were together, one facing the front and the other
facing the back. His horse was pure white and there was a pretty little white
dog that would sit in the front seat with him.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">Grandfather was a very ambitious man and often held public
jobs. For many years he carried the mail from American Fork to Alpine. The
people of Alpine would congregate at the Post Office which was on the front
porch of one of the homes and watch for Brother Beck to come around the corner
at the end of the long main street with the mail. He was so punctual one could
set his watch by Grandfather’s arrival and departure with the mail.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">Here at their new home they were blessed with two more children,
a son Daniel, and my weren’t they proud when they had a baby girl born to them!
They named this first and only daughter, Laura. They spent all the money they
could make to give their children the schooling and music lessons that they
wanted them to have. Stephen and Theodore were each given a violin and a piano
was placed in the home for Laura to play.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">Grandmother Beck was a woman of great courage and
convictions. She was an extensive and intensive reader – so much that is was
unusual to see her without printed matter or a book in her hands. She
appreciated what education could do for her children when she often walked, and
sometimes in a snow storm to American Fork with a ham in her arms to give to
the Presbyterian Church where her daughter Laura was learning the elements of
education.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">All the children attended elementary school in Alpine and
received the best there was at that time. They were very happy when they were
able to send Daniel and Laura to the Presbyterian Mission School in American
fork and later to the new B Y Academy at Provo. They both graduated as
teachers.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">Daniel went to Beaver to teach and it was a very proud of
him. Grandfather and Grandmother were heart broken when at the age of thirty he
died, leaving a pregnant wife, Lena, and one son. Later a baby girl was born to
Lena. I well remember when they went down to Beaver on the train to Dan’s
funeral. This was the hardest sorrow they were ever called upon to bear.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">Laura taught school for fifty years in different parts of
the state and was a rated as a very fine teacher.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">Beside providing for this large family my grandfather
provided a good home for his grandson Gusmore Beck.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">Grandfather was very strict and insisted that his children
do what was right. He taught them to be industrious. Still, boys will always do
the things that they want to do anyway. At one time Steve and Theodore and some
other boys from Alpine made a dugout under the creek bridge to play in. They
were using it to play cards and had a table and chairs there. One day
Grandfather caught them playing and told Grandmother the boys were gambling and
he didn’t like it. Grandfather had a very good Danish temper and when he got
angry he was angry all over. Grandmother told him to destroy it and he said,
“You wait, I’ll fix that.”<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">When spring came and the high water came down the creek he
went under the bridge to the dugout and threw everything in the room into the
high water. The boys weren’t very happy about it but Grandfather felt that he
had done the right thing.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">Steve and Thed, as the two boys were called, were very good
at playing their violins. They played for all the dances in Alpine.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">As is often the case when children are young they get sick.
Once when Gusmore was quite small he came down with smallpox. Grandfather and
his family were quarantined. Grandfather did not like to be told what to do at
any time and so one day after staying in as long as he could stand it he left
the house and walked down through the creek to Highland where Jake lived. He
said he didn’t have smallpox and he wouldn’t give it to anybody, so he wasn’t
going to stay home. He crossed over through the fields and reached Jake’s place
just as the family was sitting down to dinner. As he came in the home, we all
left the table, as we were afraid of catching the smallpox. Mother gave him his
dinner and Mother said he ate a whole pie. After dinner as he was leaving our
house our little dog bit him on the leg and he fell down. He got up in a rage
and we children stood around the corner of the house laughing at him. He gave
the dog a good whipping and then went home the same way he had come, through
the fields and along the creek bed.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">Naturally my grandfather liked to visit with his children
but my father never seemed to have time to stop and talk to him. One day
passing our home on his way to visit his son Peter he drove up to the barn
where I was working and said, “Vere is Yake?” I replied that I did not know.
“Vere is he gone?” I said I did not know and he said “Vell when will he be
back?” Again I said I didn’t know. This made my short-tempered Grandfather very
angry and he said, “Ya don’t know a dammed ting, do ya?” and hit his horse and
drove away real fast.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">My Grandfather and Grandmother always spoke in a broken
English and Grandfather was always called “Stebbin” by his wife. He lived a
clean, industrious, and conscientious life.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">He and Grandmother complemented each other with a full
realization of life’s responsibilities and with gratitude in their hearts for
their new adopted country.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">On the morning of October 3rd, 1903, after having been
feeble for some time, and unable to leave the house Grandfather passed away. He
was sitting in his arm chair and Grandmother had just brought his breakfast to
him. After eating his breakfast he was putting on his shoes when one fell to
the floor. Grandmother went to assist him but found that he was just passing
from this life. In one more month he would have been eighty-five years of age.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">During the last years of Grandfather Beck’s life he built a
casket for himself. He built this casket in the upstairs of his home in his
workshop. They said it was the very best casket he had ever built. He lined it
and it was beautiful and when he had it finished he lay down in it to see if it
fit. He knew he was going to die so he was sure he would need a casket and he
might just as well built it for himself and do a good job.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">He had remained true to the gospel that he had accepted as a
young man in Denmark. Six years after Grandmother and Grandfather arrived in
Utah from their native land they made a trip to Salt Lake City where they were
married for time and all eternity in the old endowment house at Salt Lake City.
He always did his best to set a good example for his children. As a young boy I
can well remember Grandfather bringing a chair to the front of the meeting
house and placing it directly in front of the pulpit so that he could hear the
speaker, as he had become hard of hearing late in life.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">“Men are of two kinds, and he was of the kind I’d like to
be. Some preach their virtues, and a few express their lives by what they do.
That sort was he.”<o:p></o:p></p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7378525685816594250.post-31157474308955456342021-08-22T13:51:00.006-07:002021-08-22T14:02:24.036-07:00Jacob Stephenson Beck<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh509xryVkINjlM3AHtbY75N4JLCE7xsgQyD1HxSCVd73cPeA7KGqfh5g5NH4PYB3U5q__jKOJ2IU1C583CdaGcRd-lqfnAVnLbVEvgJ3uTtBAIkU-nFMjE5CNQ470bVZnQRxYK-tgb-rM/s2048/Jacob+Stephenson+Beck+Home+11340+N+6400+W+Highland.PNG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1297" data-original-width="2048" height="203" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh509xryVkINjlM3AHtbY75N4JLCE7xsgQyD1HxSCVd73cPeA7KGqfh5g5NH4PYB3U5q__jKOJ2IU1C583CdaGcRd-lqfnAVnLbVEvgJ3uTtBAIkU-nFMjE5CNQ470bVZnQRxYK-tgb-rM/s320/Jacob+Stephenson+Beck+Home+11340+N+6400+W+Highland.PNG" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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Her parents were of English birth and came to Utah in September, 1854, solely for the gospel of Jesus Christ to which they were converted in their native land. Thus, in a home where love for the gospel was always paramount. Sister Beck grew to womanhood and under the influence of such a home acquired a testimony of the truth from which she never wavered. Her education consisted of only what the little town of Alpine afforded at that early date. As a girl she was unassuming but possessed those rare qualities of being jovial without exhibiting boisterousness, clever but not sarcastic, an her ready wit and humor coupled with her good nature made her welcome in any crowd. But with all the pleasures attending youth she did not grow up without a realization of the hardships and poverty of the early pioneer days, and the financial aid she gave to the family before her marriage was greatly appreciated. She found employment in her marriage was greatly appreciated. She found employment in American Fork Canyon and in Salt Lake City and the amount she earned was freely given to the family to assist in the payment of taxes or help to supply the necessities of life. On October 2, 1878 she was married to Jacob S. Beck of Alpine where they made their home for about a year. Brother Beck then homesteaded his farm on Highland being among the first settlers there. They established there a permanent home where they lived until 1912, when they moved to American Fork. Five years ago Brother Beck died an since that time Sister Beck has lived with her children in American Fork, Idaho, and Salt Lake City respectively. About a month ago she went to Idaho to the home of her daughter Amanda and was in the best of health but was taken suddenly with pneumonia, and after seven days of illness, passed away on November 1, 1926. One great writer has truthfully said that “The greatest battles are not fought on the battlefield but are fought by the mothers of men”. Such was the life of Sister Beck. Fifteen times she passed through the valley of death to bring children into the world and fifteen times she came out triumphant and this she did willingly, never once feeling that one was unwelcome. Aside from the duties of caring for her large family, it was Sister Beck’s portion also to care for the many hired men necessary on their farm and many ties it took the day and long into the night to accomplish the work that must be done. All this she did without a complaining word and on every occasion filled her part nobly as daughter, wife and mother. Of her nine daughters, five are living, and four of her six sons are left to bear the family name. They are Mrs. Miriam Hicken of Heber, Mrs. Blanche Smith of Salt Lake City, Mrs. Amanda Whiteley of Oakley, Idaho, Vern, Floyd, and Reed of American Fork, Feramore Beck of Charleston, Mrs. Winifred Huffaker of Midway, and Mrs. Golda Sorenson of Bingham Canyon. She also has two brothers and two sisters living at Alpine, James C. and Richard J. Healey, Mrs. Martha Strong and Mrs. Jane Olsen. Her gentle presence filled a home With comfort and delight, That radiated from her soul Like soft celestial light. It fell around us like a glow Of sunshine from above. And filled our hearts with solace From a sweet transcendent love. Ah greater love hath none that this: For every life she gave Her own she put upon the rack, Serenely faced the grave. Her cup of sorrow oft’ ran o’er, The days filled up with cares; She lived to bless the lives she bore With love and tears and prayers. </p><div><br /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7378525685816594250.post-60709036086411524422021-04-11T15:28:00.005-07:002021-04-11T15:28:34.589-07:00William Samuel Evans 1855-1935<p> William Samuel Evans 1855-1935</p><p>Sidney Kay Smith Creer’s Great Grandfather</p><p>William Samuel Evans was born February 1, 1855 to Mary Jones and Abel Evans. He was the second son and third child of these Welsh immigrants who had left their homeland for the sake of the Mormon Church.</p><p>In addition to his own mother, his father had taken two other wives according to the precepts of the Church at that time, and he grew up a child of polygamy. “Aunt Martha” and “Aunt Jane” and their children were very much a part of his life.</p><p>When Bill was ten years old, his father was called back to Wales on a mission for the Church from which he never returned. He died of consumption while he was there. Abel John, age twelve, and Bill where the oldest of the ten living children who were left without a father, so they learned responsibility early in life, as Mary relied on the two boys a great deal.</p><p>In spite of this, Bill grew up with a zest for life and was fun to be around. He was short, dark and handsome, and Martha Geneva Clark, a refined, stately young lady who he had known from childhood, loved his outgoing and roguish ways. He was twenty and she seventeen when they got married. Geneva’s sister Polly married George Zimmerman the same day. They were sealed to each other in the Endowment House in Salt Lake City.</p><p>Bill proved to be a good provider and was free with his means to his family and others. During this period, the government had a program where one could homestead a given acreage and prove it for very little money. William obtained one hundred acres in Upper Lehi shortly and Geneva Jane, their first child, was born. The homestead was known as the New Survey. They only deed they ever had for this place was the document issued by the government and signed by Ulysses S. Grant, the President of the United States. </p><p>The railroad cut right through the property and on either side of it were lush fruit trees, wild currants, gooseberries and English currants. Ten children were born here and grew up roaming this paradise for kids. They lived in a 20’ x 20’ adobe house that Bill had built for them.</p><p>Bill, an athletic man, loved to wrestle. He would challenge anyone, large or small. He managed a baseball team for several years, and he never missed a basketball game in Lehi (some of his grand children were generally planning on the high school or college teams).</p><p>He and Neve, as he called his wife, loved to dance and perhaps that is why so many of his progeny are involved in this art form. His great grandson, Bill (son of Ferd) is nationally acclaimed in this field. He enjoyed playing cards in his later years. His grandson Cecil remembers many happy hours in his company doing this. </p><p>Bill and Neve owned a coal yard and many a widow was delivered a ton of coal without charge. This probably stemmed from the memories he had of his widowed mother and her struggle to raise their family alone. </p><p>Bill was, of course, born into the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints. Though perhaps not as zealous as his father, he was ordained an Elder in 1874 and joined the quorum a little later. When Alpine Stake was organized, he became president of the Sixth Quorum of Elders and held that office until he was released to become a Seventy.</p><p>About 1900, Bill built a new home for Geneva on 400 North Second West. Both he and Geneva were known for their kind and charitable natures and finally, when they left the North Branch (which they had established) to move to the Third War, they were fondly referred to by member as the father and mother of the branch. LaVerde, the youngest child was born in the new home.</p><p>Mining rock was what Bill did best. They cut it out by hand in those days and he could tell exactly when a rock would break. In addition to farming, a good share of his working years were devoted to contracting for the Utah-Idaho Sugar Company. Bill’s youngest son, Vess tells the following story on his father.</p><p>When Bill was in his seventies, some of his friends asked him how he had spent his active years. “Well,” he said I ran the thrasher for three years, I sheared sheep for thirty-five years, and now I have done contracting for some thirty years. One of the men said, “Now, Bill, hold it a minute. According to your own figures, you are about 101 years old.” Bill said, “No sir, I sheared sheep in the spring, I ran the thrasher in the fall and I did contracting in the summer and winter.” And that was a very true statement of his active life. </p><p>He held several civil offices, serving one term in the city council and one term as member of the Irrigation Company. But education was his major consuming interest. He served nine years as a member of the school board at different periods. During his terms in office, they built the Franklin School, the Primary School, the Grammar School, the New Franklin and the Sego Lily addition. He also served two years as vice president of the Alpine School Board. He served on the committee that erected the new high school building in American Fork.</p><p>Gean Holmstead, a granddaughter, notes a few memories of her beloved grandfather.</p><p>“In his later years, he didn’t want Grandma too far out of his sight. If she left home, he would go around the neighborhood asking, ‘Is Ma here?’ And he would go from house to house until he found her. I think this pleased her. When Grandma died, he let me buy her sewing machine for $15.00. These were depression days and I paid for the machine in three five dollar payments. Everytime I made a payment, he gave me $1.00 back. This was an act of his kindness and generosity.”</p><p>It was also his way of teaching self reliance. He might have given her the machine, but he wanted her to stand on her own two feet.</p><p>Bill never really got over the loss of his wife. Juliette, his widowed daughter, and her two children moved in after Geneva died. Each gave to the other both financial and spiritual support. Julliet or one of his many grandchildren would accompany him to the movies at the Royal Theater. He went to every change; it took his mind off Neve.</p><p>“Hell’s Fire and Damnation!” Those who remember this favorite epithet, fired with indignation, must needs be smile and think lovingly and pridefully of the kind, generous, feisty man whose progeny we are.</p><p>He died, November 6, 1935, and was buried beside his beloved Neve at Lehi, Utah</p><p>--By Eudon Wasden and Gean Homstead</p><div><br /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7378525685816594250.post-44109818224389130022021-04-11T15:26:00.005-07:002021-04-11T15:26:29.543-07:00<p> </p><p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;">Martha
Geneva Clark Evans 1857-1930<o:p></o:p></span></b></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;">Sidney
Kay Smith’s Great Grandmother<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;">Martha Geneva Clark, affectionally known was Neve, was born
April 14, 1857, at Lehi, Utah.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She was
the third child of a family of eight children.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>Her parents were William Clark and Jane Stephenson Ross Clark.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;">Before her marriage at age seventeen to William Samuel
Evans, Geneva worked on her<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>father’s
farm, milking cows, gleaning wheat and performing other chores.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She was born in to a polygamous family, the daughter
of the second wife.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The first wife did
not join the church, but stayed in England.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;">She and Bill Evans had known each other since childhood.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The marriage was a very happy one.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>They were not only husband and wife, but they
were truly companions.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>They did little
traveling, but where one went, the other went also.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>They loved to dance and continued to do so
until the time of Geneva’s death.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Both were
robust of body and spirit.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;">They lived first in what is now known as the Newell Brown
home, where the first of the twelve children was born.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>A short time later, they moved onto a
homestead know as the New Survey, where they formed what was called the North
Branch.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The only deed they had was the
document issued by the government and signed by the President of the United
States.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Here they build a one room adobe
house, 20’ x 20’.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>There was a homemade
rung on half of the floor, while the other half was made up of scrubbed white
pine.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>There were no white neighbors.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>However, there were Indians all around and one
shot an arrow at her just before her third child was born.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Fortunately, it missed her by a fraction of
an inch.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;">The flour was kept in baskets woven by William’s grandfather,
Samuel Evans, who lived with them for a time. <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;">Of their twelve children, all grew up and had families
except for Rosa Leath.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Born January 20,
1883, Rosa Leath was the fifth child.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>She weighted the balance toward girls, for there were now three girls
and two boys in the family.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The boys
never did catch up.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;">Rosa Leath was a great favorite with her aunts and with her
Grandmother Clark.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>So much so, she spent
one entire school year with them.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Mary
Pearl and Rosa Leath were about the same size even when Pearl was two years
older.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The two girls were close chums
and would even wear each other’s clothes.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>Geneva often dressed the two of them alike.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>One outfit in particular was a favorite—red dresses
with white pinafores, which “the pretty little Evans girls,” as they were
announced, sometimes wore then they sang in church.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Rosa Leath was very special to her parents as
she died from appendicitis when she was eleven years old, in September, 1898.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Neve and Bill faced this sudden tragedy together.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Thought they knew she would be fine in
heaven, it still left a terrible empty space in their hearts.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She was buried in the family plot in Lehi.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;">Always mild mannered, Geneva was a lady in every sense of
the word, She would address family members as “Hyrum, my boy” or “Pauline, my girl.”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Geneva’s job in the Primary presidency was
her first love in the Church and Relief Society was next.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She taught all of her daughters to sew and they
were exceptionally good at this art.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She
also taught Franchel Clark Fagan to sew and Franchel, in turn, taught her
daughters to excel at this work.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>Franchel once said her Aunt Neve, as most people called her, was the
only mother she remembered.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>This was
typical of Geneva.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>When her son John
Samuel, was called on a mission to New Zealand, she welcomed his pregnant wife,
Maud, into her home and treated her with the utmost kindness for the three
years and nine months John was gone.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Maud’s
own mother was dead and she came to really love and appreciate her mother-in-law.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Maud’s baby LaVance was loved and enjoyed by
the family also.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Neve’s daughters and
sons were always free to come home, married or not.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>After Maria died, she raised her little son,
Roland.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She always said how much joy
they received in return for the love and guidance given him.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;">Many happy holidays were enjoyed at their home until the
family grew so large that the grandchildren had to wait until the second time
around for dinner. It was always worth waiting for, as Neve was a marvelous
cook.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Using a coal stove, her baking
always came out perfectly, or so it seemed.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;">On August 31, 1924, Neve and Bill celebrated a double golden
wedding anniversary with her sister Polly and George Zimmerman.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Polly had eight boys and four girls and Neve
had four boys and eight girls.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;">Geneva and William were wonderful parent, beloved by
children and grandchildren.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>They were
good neighbors and responsible citizens.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;">Never caught pneumonia while caring for Bill when he had
the flu and was taken December 2, 1930.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>She was buried beside her two daughters in the Lehi Cemetery, leaving
Bill with a broken heart.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><i><span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;">--By Eudon Wasden and Gean Homstead<o:p></o:p></span></i></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7378525685816594250.post-90673697692855162212020-02-16T05:45:00.000-08:002020-02-16T05:46:12.649-08:00Mary Jones Evans<!--[if gte mso 9]><xml>
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1827-1895</span></div>
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Creer's Great Great Grandmother</span></div>
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<span style="color: #4f4f4c; font-family: "verdana" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 13.0pt; letter-spacing: -0.1pt; line-height: 115%;">History of Mary
Jones Evans, as remembered by Lillian Evans Reeder (31 May, 1982) I’d like to
tell you a little bit about my grandmother, my Dad’s mother. Her name was Mary
Jones. She was born in a little town in Wales by the name of Llangynnog in
Carmarthenshire Wales. </span></div>
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<span style="color: #4f4f4c; font-family: "verdana" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 13.0pt; letter-spacing: -0.1pt; line-height: 115%;">When a young girl
she was taking care of children upstairs in an attic, she wasn’t suppose to be
listening to the meeting that they were holding in the downstairs part of the
house. It seems that the part of the house that had a loft that they climbed up
to it by a ladder and that is where the children slept. She had heard about the
‘crazy morman’s” [sic] that were preaching in the vicinity, they were having a
“Morman [sic] Meeting” in the house that night and she was real interested in
what was going on. When she got the children to sleep, she sneaked over where
she could hear, it was an open loft and all that led to it was an ordinary
ladder, she lie there very quietly and listened to the Morman [sic]
Missionaries. She had heard a lot about these “crazy Morman’s” [sic] and heard
how they kidnapped girls and took them to Utah to be their poligomist [sic]
wives, she was a little bit leary [sic] and a little bit afraid, but she still
wanted to hear. Partway through the meeting one of the Elders began to speak in
tongues, the other one interpreted the tongues. In this interpretation he said
there is someone listening to our meeting that we do not see or hear and they
will join our church and be faithful until the end of their days. My grandmother
was so afraid and scared, she knew it was her and thought they had witchcraft
over her. She climbed back to bed and never told any of the people that it was
her that was listening. The next day when she was helping do the dishes and
clean up the house, she was acting as a maid that day, they all said, “I wonder
who it was, I wonder who was listening, it must have been someone from another
world, they must have been listening to our meeting and they are going to join
the church eventually, maybe it is somebody who hasn’t been born yet, maybe
it’s this or that.” But, she knew it was her and she never did tell that it was
her listening. The woman who’s home the meeting was held in latter apostatized
from the church, but the little girl who was acting as a maid that day, joined
the church. Her folks were real unhappy about it, her mother felt so bad when
she decided to go to Utah. </span></div>
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<span style="color: #4f4f4c; font-family: "verdana" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 13.0pt; letter-spacing: -0.1pt; line-height: 115%;">There hasn’t been
very much that I’ve heard from the time she heard them talk in tongues, then
when she was baptized, and when she was ready to go to Utah. One thing I have
heard is that they held their meetings and there was lots of persecutions. She
wore a white apron, as the Welch people do a lot, and the kids on the outside
were teasing them and threw horse manure through the window at the people that
were having their meeting. My grandmother gathered up a lot of this horse
manure in her apron and chased these kids up the hill and rubbed their faces in
it because she was so mad. So, she hade a lot of spunk. They say that grandmother
was a beautiful woman. She had long black hair and coal black eyes. My father
was kind of red headed and blue eyes, he didn’t get the black eyes and the dark
hair of the rest of the family. </span></div>
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<span style="color: #4f4f4c; font-family: "verdana" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 13.0pt; letter-spacing: -0.1pt; line-height: 115%;">The man she married
had dark eyes to [sic]. It’s a wonder that some of our family didn’t inherit
the coal black eyes. Dad and mother both had blue eyes and none of the kids got
these coal black eyes from the Evans and Jones family. When my grandmother went
down to the boat her mother went with her begging her every step of the way not
to leave their beautiful country and go on a long trip over the ocean. She went
anyway. She asked her mother when she got near the boat to give her a lock of
her hair to go in her locket and that would be something she could remember her
by. Her mother said, “it’s bad enough for you to be going to hell without
taking a lock of my hair with you.” With those words she turned on her heals
[sic] and walked back toward her home. My grandmother never saw her mother
again. </span></div>
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<span style="color: #4f4f4c; font-family: "verdana" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 13.0pt; letter-spacing: -0.1pt; line-height: 115%;">She got on the ship
and left for Utah. (I’m not sure if she knew my grandfather before that, his
name is Abel Evans. He was a missionary for years and Wales is a very small
place, they could have known each other before this time.) They were courting
on the ship. They landed at some port for supplies and there was a fire on
shore. All the people went to see the fire, my grandmother and grandfather were
a little later than they should have been getting back to the boat. The captain
of the Mormon’s told my grandfather that he wasn’t setting a very good example
to the young people there by going off away from the crowd and not come back.
They were under orders to obey the rules, evidently they did not obey the
rules. He said, “If you want that girl you had better marry her.” The story
goes that they got married. We have been unable to find any record of where
they got married, on board ship, of when they landed at New Orleans. They left
Wales in 1850 and got to the Salt Lake Valley two years later in 1852. In the
meantime they had a little girl they named Elizabeth who died someplace in
Nebraska and she was buried in Potawamenee county, Nebraska. </span></div>
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<span style="color: #4f4f4c; font-family: "verdana" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 13.0pt; letter-spacing: -0.1pt; line-height: 115%;">She was pregnant
with her second baby when they reached Lehi. The next record of them is being
seen about 80 miles from Salt Lake City. They were traveling with a mule train.
They had one mule, one horse and a cow hooked onto the back of their wagon.
When they arrived in Salt Lake City. Brigham Young told them they needed a
Blacksmith in St. George. They set off for St. George with my grandmother seven
months pregnant with the mule, the horse and the cow. Their first overnight
stop was in Lehi, UT. My grandfather’s name was Abel Evans and it happened that
the bishop of Lehi, UTG was named David Evans. He took quite a liking to my
grandfather, Abel Evans, asked him where he was going….Of course with the two
men who could speak Welch and they were thrilled to death to meet each other
and speak their own language. Abel Evans told the bishop that he was on his way
to St. George, that Brigham Young was sending him down there to be a
Blacksmith. The bishop, David Evans, said we need a Blacksmith in Lehi, you’ll
stay right here and I’ll take care of Brigham Young, I’ll answer to him. So
they settled in Lehi. </span></div>
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<span style="color: #4f4f4c; font-family: "verdana" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 13.0pt; letter-spacing: -0.1pt; line-height: 115%;">My grandmother built
one of the original little house that was hooked up to the fort wall. He was
one of the night watchman to police the area. The baby Abel John Evans, was
born two months after they arrived. Grandmother didn’t have anyone with her
when she was in labor that could speak the Welch language. She never did master
the English language very well, but enough to get by on. (This was in 1852). </span></div>
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<span style="color: #4f4f4c; font-family: "verdana" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 13.0pt; letter-spacing: -0.1pt; line-height: 115%;">The story goes that
grandmother is the one who received the letter from the church headquarters
asking her husband to take a second wife in polygamy. They used to do that,
they kind of called them like they would a missionary, they would call him to
take a second wife in polygamy. (This story can’t be varified [sic]) She
evidently opened his mail, seeing what the call was she didn’t know if she could
face it or not. She felt that was asking quite a bit. She went to the orchard
and prayed for God to give her strength that if this was to be, that she would
be able to accept it. Evidently she was given the strength because my
grandfather took two more wives. </span></div>
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<span style="color: #4f4f4c; font-family: "verdana" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 13.0pt; letter-spacing: -0.1pt; line-height: 115%;">In 1854 she had
another child and named him William Samuel Evans. Next was Aunt Sarah Sabey the
rest of the children were given her maiden name of Jones as their middle name.
My father’s name was Hyrum Jones Evans. There was Sarah Jones, Mary Jones, Catherine
Jones who we all loving called Aunt Cass. How we idolized Aunt Cass. My father
was born in 1864 at Lehi, UT. He was the youngest of the children by this wife.
He had other children about the age of my dad, but they were by his other two
wives. My dad had a half-sister named Janie that he idolized. She was easy
going and a happy lady, easy to get along with. When the children were little
my father said they were playing and had Aunt Janie’s very best dress and were
playing dress-up as children will. Him and his little sister Janie were playing
and someway they got the dress in the fire. In those days they couldn’t just
run to the store and get another dress. My grandmother was ready to whip the
tar out of my father and Aunt Janie said no I don’t want you to whip Hyrum.
Janie was as much responsible as he was. If you whip him I’ll have to whip
Janie, it’s going to be punishment enough for these children when they find out
that I can’t go to church because if haven’t anything to wear. From then on, those
women only went to church every other Sunday, because they only had one skirt
and one “baske” (?) between them. They would take turns wearing the outfit
every other Sunday until they were able to get more clothes. </span></div>
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<span style="color: #4f4f4c; font-family: "verdana" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 13.0pt; letter-spacing: -0.1pt; line-height: 115%;">When my father was
only six months old their father, Abel Evans, was called back to Wales on a
mission. He had three wives and this little brood of children, each wive [sic]
had some, he went back to Wales without purse or script to preach the gospel.
My grandmother at the helm, these women managed by dividing the work, each
doing their own share. These sturdy farm women were used of working and kept
the farm going. My grandfather died on his mission. My grandmother carried on
until the youngest wife, Janie died, she took her youngest child and raised.
The second wife, Martha, was married off to someone and Janie died so
grandmother was a lone [sic]. When my father was about 14 years old the rest of
the family had left the coop with the exception of my father and Aunt Cass.
Grandmother then married Isaac Chelton, he was always very good to her, he
seemed to idolize her. My father and him didn’t get along to [sic] well, father
was grandmother’s pride and joy and her baby. It didn’t take long for my father
to decide he wanted to leave home, the old man felt awful bad. I remember that
old man, we used to call him Grandpa Chelton. He had a long beard and a cane
when I was a little girl, he used to come to our place and call on my mother
and dad. We all called him Grandpa. Grandmother died before I was born. </span></div>
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<span style="color: #4f4f4c; font-family: "verdana" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 13.0pt; letter-spacing: -0.1pt; line-height: 115%;">(I’d like to add a
little to this, I’ve been talking to my sister Mary) Today is Decoration [sic]
Day 1982. We always have our Family Reunion on Decoration Day. My sister Mary
is 89 years old and she told me a few things about my grandparents that I
didn’t know anything about. </span></div>
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<span style="color: #4f4f4c; font-family: "verdana" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 13.0pt; letter-spacing: -0.1pt; line-height: 115%;">She said my
grandmother done the managing, run what they called the Stockyards. They owned
a piece of propery [sic] across the street from where they lived, they sold hay
and grain, Porter Rockwell along with Indians used to stop there a lot [sic] at
their stockyard. The youngest wife Janie was a beautiful sewer and she made the
christening clothes, just one outfit that the babies were blessed in, my father
included. Mary said she remembered that dress and it was the most beautiful
thing she had ever seen in her life. Mary said that the Indians came and wanted
to buy my grandmother. They brought a string of horses and said they would
trade a string of horses to her husband for her and she run them off, they came
back with more horses. She finally told them she would get help if they didn’t
leave. She was a very, very brave woman. </span></div>
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<span style="color: #4f4f4c; font-family: "verdana" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 13.0pt; letter-spacing: -0.1pt; line-height: 115%;">My grandmother was
born the 1st of August in Llangynnog in Carmartthenshire, Wales. She married
sometime around 180, she died the 3rd of April 1895 at Lehi, UT. </span></div>
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left on his mission, it was hard for grandmother to keep the children in Sunday
clothes, she had a great big family to be responsible for. My dad told me that
his two older brothers went to gather wood in the hills and they would be bare
footed and sometime it was in the snow. They would gather wood, the oldest was
only 12 and the other 10 when their father left. They would get wood in their
bare feet in the snow and bring it in for the winter. These boys worked awful
hard. Grandmother had promised grandfather before he left on his mission that
she would see that one member of that one member of that family got to
Sacrament Meeting every Sunday of their lives. So she rigged out the oldest
son, who was old enough at this time to be the first in the priesthood and she
wanted the priesthood in her home, she saw that he got to church every Sunday
of his life. That was Abel John Evans. It paid off because he was in the Stake
Presidency of the Alpine Stake for years. He was later a Patriarch, he was a
very, very good man. They were all good people, but Abel John did go farther in
the Church than any of the rest of them. Grandmother was very successfull [sic]
with her family. I loved all my aunts and uncles and they were good to me, had
good personalities. My father could keep you spellbound with stories of his
youth and the things that happened to him. The other family members had nice
personalites [sic] and could entertain some even singing, but my father
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little bit of interesting things about her, my grandmother’s life. I don’t
think there has been anything written about it up until this date. I have never
found one thing written about my grandmother, only things that I have head
people say.</span></div>
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Front row: Mary Ann Minerva Davis, Elisha Hildebrand Davis holding children</div>
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Second Row: on Right Edith Richards Davis</div>
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Portrait on wall: Mary Ann Mitchell</div>
Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7378525685816594250.post-13570663951722304392014-12-28T08:40:00.003-08:002020-07-12T06:31:43.045-07:00Mary Ann Mitchell Davis<div class="MsoNormal">
Mary Ann Mitchell Davis <o:p></o:p></div>
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The following
narration was placed in the cornerstone box of the old relief Society Building
in Provo, Utah in 1880. The box was to be opened fifty years later. The
envelope containing this personal history was addressed to her three
granddaughters. Sarah Ann Davis (Kittinger) was the one to whom the envelop was
delivered in 1930. It read as follows:<o:p></o:p></div>
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"My much loved
granddaughters, I thought that I would write a brief sketch of my life. My name
is Mary Ann Mitchell Davis, I was born in London, England 19 October 1822. My
parents are Robert and Sarah Mitchell. My grandfather and mother on my father's
side were Welch.Their names were Robert and Mary Mitchell, which is all I know
of my father's folks.<o:p></o:p></div>
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My father died when
I was two years old. My great grandfather on my mother's side was named
Gerring. They were born in Gloustershire, England. My grandfather's name was
John Hunt. My grandmother's maiden name was Sarah Gerring, born in
Gloustershire, England. They had ten children, two died in infancy, eight were
raised. Their names are James, Susan, John, Elizabeth, Ann, Sarah, Mary Ann,
and Jane. They are all dead except my aunt Jane. <o:p></o:p></div>
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I never had a
brother or sister. My mother lived a widow until I was eleven years old, when
she married William Booth. When I was nineteen my mother went blind and
remained so until she died at my home in Lehi, Utah in 1875.<o:p></o:p></div>
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I was married to
Elisha Hildebrand Davis (senior), December 25, 1846. I am the happy mother of
eight children whose names are as follows: Mary Ann Minerva, Elisha Hildebrand,
Sarah Agnes Orinda Jane, George Edward, Alphonzo Mitchell, Edith Richards, and
Sabina Ann.<o:p></o:p></div>
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My oldest daughter
is deaf and dumb, but is of a very amiable disposition, and also a natural
genius. She has made a variety of beautiful work which has been a blessing to
our household.<o:p></o:p></div>
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I received the
Gospel from Lorenzo Snow. I was baptized the 4th day of February, 1841. I can
bear a faithful testimony to the truths of the Gospel and set to my seal that
God is true.<o:p></o:p></div>
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I sailed from
England on the ship, America, on 21 January 1847, arriving in New Orleans 3
April, in St. Louis the 17th and in Iowa
the 24th of May in the same year. I arrived in the valley the 9th day of
October 1853. I have been a treasurer in the Relief Society for fourteen years,
also a teacher in the Sunday School for thirteen years. I am also the President
in the Primary Association. I can truly say that I have had great joy in my
labors.<o:p></o:p></div>
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I will share an
acrostic that Wilford Woodruff wrote for her, he was one of the Twelve.<o:p></o:p></div>
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More
precious than gold or the pearls of the east,<o:p></o:p></div>
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Are the virtues and beauties that adorn
thy mind<o:p></o:p></div>
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Round thee
all noble spirits share in that richest feast<o:p></o:p></div>
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Your
melodious voice imparts from lovely gifts divine.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Adorne's
thy soul, with gems which angels love<o:p></o:p></div>
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No power shall take thy crown, for that's
secure above.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Noble has
been thy aim, through all thy deeds of life.<o:p></o:p></div>
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May thy
future life be marked by God's won hand<o:p></o:p></div>
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Inspired by
eternal truth, let peace and joy surround thy brow<o:p></o:p></div>
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Trend in
the holy courts of God in Zion's chosen land<o:p></o:p></div>
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Celestial
love shall through thy sacred bosom flow<o:p></o:p></div>
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Heaven's
highest blessings are in store for thee.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Eternity
must lift the veil to point to they domains<o:p></o:p></div>
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Live then O
Novel lady, for those gifts so free<o:p></o:p></div>
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Lift up thy
head in glory with kindred spirits reign.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Your
grandfather's name is Elisha Hildebrand Davis. He was born in Columbiana Co,
Ohio. His father's name was Isaac Davis. His mother's name was Edith Richards.
Abijah Richards was of English descent. His grandmother's name was Esther
Daniels who was of German descent.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Your grandfather
was on a mission for a great many years. He traveled through many of the states
preaching the Gospel of the Son of God, suffering much, but his labors were
greatly blessed for many were added to the Church through his diligence. He
went to England in 1844. We have been married for thirty-four years and have
lived a life of peace and happiness, uniting our desires for the benefit of our
posterity. We have a great desire that our children's children for many
generations may walk in the path of righteousness and enjoy the gifts of the
Gospel, which will bring them joy and peace.<o:p></o:p></div>
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I have seen many
changes since I was baptized, also much joy and sorrow. I have seen many turn
aside and walk the paths of the ungodly. I have also seen the righteous praise
God in the midst of their afflictions. I can say in the sincerity of my heart
that those that seek God shall find him, and the faithful shall have grace
sufficient for their day.<o:p></o:p></div>
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I have received
many gifts of the Gospel, which have brought with them that spirit which dwells
with my Father in Heaven, and my testimony is that the faithful shall never be
moved out of their place. <o:p></o:p></div>
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I conclude by
wishing that my posterity nay never turn aside from the truths, that their
habitations may be lovely and be filled with the spirit of God, and that lives
may fall to them in pleasant places, and that they may be numbered us as the
precious jewels of Him who is our Father and our God, and believe me to be, <o:p></o:p></div>
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Your loving
and affectionate grandmother<o:p></o:p></div>
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Mary
Ann Mitchell Davis <o:p></o:p></div>
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note: This is to come forth in 1930, fifty years from now.
My home is in Lehi, Utah."
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<o:p> </o:p>Biography of Mary Ann Mitchell Davis</div>
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(Written by her Husband, Elisha H. Davis)<o:p></o:p></div>
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Mary Ann Mitchell Davis was the daughter of Robert and Sarah
Hunt Mitchell and was born in London, England, October 19 1822. She was baptized into the Church of Jesus
Christ of Latter-day Saints in 1842. She
was married to Elisha H. Davis in London, December 25, 1846. she emigrated with her husband to the United
States March 7, 1847. She lived in
Winter Quarters, Nebraska one year, in Iowa three years and immigrated to Utah
in 1852.<o:p></o:p></div>
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She received her endowments in Salt Lake city, March 24,
1854 and was sealed to her husband March 32, 1854. She was made a president in the Primary
Association of Lehi, October 16, 1888, working in that capacity several years
and commenced to be a faithful worker in the Sunday School in 1867 and
continued to be a very diligent and faithful worker therein until her death
September 14, 1892. She was treasurer of
the Relief Society many years and an energetic and useful laborer therein until
her death.<o:p></o:p></div>
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She had great influences over the young whom she won to her
by her strong affection and undying love.
She was a true wife, and most affectionate mother, beloved by nearly all
who knew her. In poverty she never
murmured, but worked beyond her strength for her family.<o:p></o:p></div>
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As a saint, she lived a holy life, and had the gift of
interpretation of tongues which she received in her early association with the
Church and retained until her death.<o:p></o:p></div>
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She received her second anointing with her husband Aug 15,
1864 from Georg A. Smith.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7378525685816594250.post-31404347619292413952014-12-28T08:29:00.000-08:002017-09-29T10:35:16.103-07:00Elisha Hildebrand Davis - letter to Grandmother<div class="MsoNormal">
My Dear Grandmother - Nauvoo, April 21, 1847<o:p></o:p></div>
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My Dear Grandmother,<o:p></o:p></div>
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For the first time
in my life I sit to write a letter to thee. I am happy to say I am well and
sincerely hope this may find thee alive and well. I have just arrived here from
England where I have been for two years and a half. Ruth lives here and has
been sick for some time. Esther is here taking care of her however she is
getting well now.<o:p></o:p></div>
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I am sorry to
inform thee my sister Sabrina Harrison died of Black Canker on the 22nd of
February. This we learn by letter from father.
She was not sick long, left 3 children with my father, Isaac Harrison. I
believe has gone to California but I suppose will return. Father is at a place on the Missouri River
called Council Bluffs --- and were all tolerable well in health the last
account. Elizabeth is married to a young man named Henry Boley from Lancaster
Co. Pennsylvania and Hannah is married to a Mr. Isaac Brown from Canada.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Will Uncle Abijah or Uncle Rowland please
write to Esther R. Davis or R.L. Peck direct to Nauvoo, Illinois and they will
know where I am and communicate with me.<o:p></o:p></div>
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I have lived a long
while without being married but I have got an excellent one at last (Mary Ann
Mitchell). Perhaps grandmother will be anxious to know more about her. Well,
she is the only child, small in stature, light hair, fair skin and dark eyes. She
was 24 last birthday (19th October) and she pleases me, as hard as I was to
please.<o:p></o:p></div>
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The mob has drove
our brethren all away from this place and taken possession of the spoil and are
now living in the houses which they took from the rightful owners because of
our religion but there is a day of righteous judgement coming.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Farewell dear
Grandmother and all relations for the present
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I remain thy
affectionate Grandson<o:p></o:p></div>
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7378525685816594250.post-6263706279329011462014-12-28T08:26:00.000-08:002017-09-29T10:35:40.442-07:00Elisha Hildebrand Davis - Autobiography<div class="MsoNormal">
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Autobiography of Elisha Hildebrand Davis My great, great
grandfather's name was John Davis, who came from Wales. Four brothers came
together, tow of whom settled in Salem County, New Jersey, one of them in
Pennsylvania and one went south. John Davis was one of the two that settled in
New Jersey. His wife's name was Elenor and was my great, great grandmother. My
great grandfather's name was Thomas Davis. He was born and died in Salem Co.,
New Jersey. His wife's name was Elizabeth Bassett. They were first cousins. My
grandfather's name was Isaac Davis, son of Thomas and Elizabeth Davis. He was
born in Salem Co., New Jersey and died at a good old age in Columbiana, Co.,
Ohio. He was a Quaker by profession. His wife's name was Hannah Hildebrand. <o:p></o:p></div>
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My father's name was Isaac Davis who was born in Salem Co.,
New Jersey. When seven years old, he emigrated with his father to Frederick,
Co., Virginia, lived there until he was about 22 years old, then emigrated to
West Township, Columbiana, Co., Ohio where he lived until about 1839. he having
been baptized into the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints with most of
his family. A few months or perhaps a year or two after, they all moved 6 or 7
hundred miles to Quincy, Illinois, thence to Pike Co., Illinois and thence to
Lee County, Iowa. During these movings, I was on a mission to the Eastern
States. Then lived in that place about four miles from Nauvoo, Illinois several
years and bought over 900 acres of land from the Prophet Joseph there; paying
him the money for it. He and his family in 1846 moved with the body of the
church to Winter Quarter, not far from Council Bluffs on the Missouri river,
800 miles above St. Louis and died there. He had been a farmer through life. My
father died and was buried there in the Spring of 1844. My Sister Sabina Ann
Harrison died about the same time. <o:p></o:p></div>
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My wife and I arrived at Winter Quarter from England, a few
days after my father's death. My father died of black canker in the faith of
the everlasting gospel. <o:p></o:p></div>
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My mother's name is Edith Richards Davis. She was born in
Bedford Co., Virginia and was married to my father in Columbiana Co., Ohio
about the year 1814. Her father's name was Abijah Richards, I believe of
English descent. he died an old man in Columbiana Co., Ohio. His wife's maiden
name was Esther Daniels of German descent. They professed the Quaker faith. My
mother died near Onawa, Monona Co., Iowa, August 8, 1866 aged 72 years 3 months
and 22 days. <o:p></o:p></div>
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I was baptized by Edwin D. Worley august 19 1828, in Sandy
Creek on my father's farm, confirmed the same day by Elders Worley and Lossin
in my father's house. I was ordained an Elder January 8, 1839 by Elders Lorenzo
D Barnes, H. Sagers and E. D. Worley in my father's house, West Township
Columbiana Co., Ohio, it being the house I was born and raised in. Next day
started on a mission east of the mountains with the three who ordained me.
Assisted in raising up branches of the Church in Chester, Co., Lancaster
Counties, Pennsylvania, also in New Jersey and Delaware. In the fall of 1840 I
travelled to Nauvoo with a family I baptized, spending the winter there with my
family. Was present April 6, 1841, when the corner stone of the temple was
laid. <o:p></o:p></div>
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I left Nauvoo on a second mission April 24, 1841, arriving
at Lancaster County, Pennsylvania. Book of Mormon preached in that region until
1843 when I left for New Haven, Connecticut. Labored there one year and built
up several churches. From thence was called by President Brigham Young on a
mission to England, arriving in Liverpool, August 19, 1844 and was sent to
preside of the London Conference and presided there until December 1846. <o:p></o:p></div>
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I presided over the London Conference until December 1846
and married Mary Ann Mitchell in London, December 25, 1846. We started for the
United States same day, setting sail from Liverpool, January 19, 1847 in
company with John Taylor, P. P. Pratt and Josefah Caine and others in the ship
America. landing at New Orleans on the 7th of March. After a perilous voyage of
9 days and nights in the Irish Channel alone, proceeding up the river to St.
Louis and on to Winter Quarters after a visit to Nauvoo and the Temple. At
Winter Quarters in 1847 joined the 2nd quorum of seventies, remained in it
until 1854 when I was made president of the 36th Quorum of seventies. My father
and sister Sevina died at Winter Quarters a few days before I arrived. I
remained there about a year and attended grist mill re-crossed the river to
Iowa, built a house on the ground where the liberty pole stood and where the
battalion was rallied. Lived there two years. My daughter Mary Ann and Elisha
were born there. Removed 10 miles east to Keg Creek where Sarah Agnes was born,
remained a year and emigrated to Utah in the summer of 1852. <o:p></o:p></div>
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Attended Gardner's mill on the Jordan River the first winter
and in the spring of 1853 moved to Lehi. Farmed that summer and removed to
Davis County in the spring of 1854. Attended Bro. Heber C. Kimball's mill over
a year. Was ordained a president over the 36th Quorum of Seventies by President
Joseph Young in the summer of that year in Salt Lake City. <o:p></o:p></div>
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My success in life I attribute to her devotion as a wife and
help mate. Not an unpleasant word every escaped her lips to her husband.
Devoted in life, true unto death, she has gone to the rest of the just,
lamented by all who knew her. <o:p></o:p></div>
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My wife and I were endowed in 1854 March 245h and sealed
March 31st 1854 as husband and wife in the Endowment House in salt Lake City.
In the fall of 1855 moved to Weber Co. and settled at Bingham Fort, near Ogden
City. Bought a place and farmed there that summer. The same fall, went out to
Echo Canyon and Fort Bridger with the volunteers to prevent the United States
Army from coming into the valley. At the time of the general move in 1858, we
returned to Lehi, Utah Co. Attended Mill until 1869 when we moved into the city
of Lehi and bought a house and two lots and other property. Afterwards
purchased land and have continued farming and stock raising there since. <o:p></o:p></div>
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May 1, 1891, was ordained a High Priest by Bishop T. R.
Cutler and was set apart by Albert Jones to preside over the High Priests
Quorum of Lehi, June 27, 1896 over which quorum I still continue to preside and
will be 82 years old on the 22nd day of next October, 1897. <o:p></o:p></div>
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7378525685816594250.post-59020215319218995822014-12-14T11:35:00.000-08:002017-09-29T10:36:03.925-07:00Jane Fields Carlisle<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Jane (Jenny) Field(s) was christened in this church, St. Helen's, Willingham. Her parents were married there, her father and all his brothers and sisters were christened there, as well as all of Jane's brothers and sisters. Jane and Richard Carlisle...</h1>
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7378525685816594250.post-40666542198059999362014-12-07T17:34:00.005-08:002021-09-26T12:02:20.829-07:00Stephen Jensen (Jacobsen) Beck<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7378525685816594250.post-53447350952972426902014-12-07T17:14:00.003-08:002017-09-29T11:09:16.903-07:00John Stephenson Beck Obituary<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7378525685816594250.post-4345570729114751142013-04-15T16:25:00.002-07:002017-09-29T10:37:03.129-07:00William Smith (1799-1874)<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7378525685816594250.post-88224459038314552772013-04-15T15:43:00.000-07:002017-09-29T10:50:11.289-07:00Emory & Verland's Anniversay letter from Sylvester Evans<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7378525685816594250.post-70610902134511032082013-04-14T16:26:00.003-07:002013-04-14T16:26:31.659-07:00Verland - Summer Olympics 1932 in Los Angeles<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7378525685816594250.post-16011686002006289372013-04-14T16:05:00.002-07:002017-09-29T11:39:16.379-07:00The Ranch<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7378525685816594250.post-83538039508486519092012-07-10T15:06:00.001-07:002017-09-29T10:46:29.017-07:002012 Ranch Reunion<div style="text-align: center;">
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7378525685816594250.post-55032762941130775062012-07-02T08:04:00.000-07:002017-09-29T10:46:51.111-07:00August 2010 Oil Drilling<div style="text-align: center;">
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7378525685816594250.post-68687949669223122742012-07-02T08:02:00.000-07:002017-09-29T13:27:41.329-07:00Verland Evans Smith in Newspaper<div style="text-align: center;">
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7378525685816594250.post-59558145416035693862012-06-25T09:43:00.001-07:002017-09-29T13:23:09.804-07:00Sylvester Evans photo in newspaper<div style="text-align: center;">
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