Monday, September 10, 2012

Idaho Is Home


Idaho Is Home
        Elizabeth shivered in the dark and pulled Nellie closer to her. They had made a bed on top of the packed provisions in the back of the wagon. “I guess it is a little softer than the bed of rocks under the wagon, where Don Carlos and Deke are sleeping tonight,” she thought. Her mind went next to her husband and his wives in Eden. Tears fell from her eyes and onto the blanket. She wondered how many other wives were being driven away from their families into the unknown and alone. At least she was traveling with a wagon train of families all headed north to Idaho. They were all kind to her and her children. Thank goodness she had Don Carlos to help her with the animals. What a good son he was.
        They woke before sunrise to the clatter of the pans in the camp next to them. Elizabeth hurried to build a fire and cook the mush. Deke fed the chickens still in their box nailed to the side of the wagon.  After morning prayer, the wagons pulled onto the trail, making a long line headed North. About a week out on the trail they stopped to camp for the night in Portneuf Canyon. Deke let the chickens out of their box to scratch in the weeds and in the morning they were nowhere to be found. Every other night they had roosted on the wagon and were caught to go back into the box. Now they had no eggs to eat. When they neared Robber Roost, west of Pocatello, the children were very frightened. They had heard many stories about the robbers who were rumored to be hiding there. When they crossed the Indian Reservation at Fort Hall, near Blackfoot, they drove late into the night for fear if they camped, the Indians would steal their horses.
         Near Idaho Falls they were met by Grandma Ellsworth. She told them to just follow the river road up into Lewisville, where they were to settle. They moved into a one room log house with a dirt floor and a dirt roof.  It was west of town close to the river.  They later homesteaded this 160 acre farm of choice land. They built a much better home here with two large rooms.
        Elizabeth was a large strong woman and she worked hard along with her boys to clear the farm, to make it ready for cultivation.  They lived a hard, but happy life and looked forward to better prospects and a brighter future.
     As soon as they arrived in Idaho the boys got work digging potatoes for fiftey cents a day.  They were glad for the work. The first winter they lived on potato soup.  They had no meat that first winter.  Don got heartburn so bad he thought he was going to die.  They would have starved that first winter if it had not been for some kind friends and neighbors.  Bishop Jardine and his good wife were especially good to them.  One Day Sister Jardine told Deke to com over and get some milk after church.  He took over a small three pint bucket, but soon she came from the kitchen with a large lard pail full of milk.  When he got home he discovered that she had placed a half a pound of butter in the bottom of the pail. After the first harvest, things got a little better and they had more food to eat and better clothes.  The boys made a few trips back to Utah to see their father and his families. But Elizabeth never went back to Utah.  Don Carlos and Deke were always good to their mother and did all they could do to make life easier for her as she got older.
      On March 4, 1891, Don Carlos married Mary Ann Gibbs and they lived in one room of their two room house for the first year. They were married for twenty-one years when Mary Ann became ill and died leaving 11 living children. Our Grandmother Lillie Isabelle was the oldest and left college to go back and help her father with the children.
       Nellie married John Albert Blomquist on January 26, 1895 and left home.
       Deke fell in love with a pretty girl who lived east of the school house, just across the railroad tracks. Her folks were very active in the Church and they didn't think Deke was religious enough, so they refused to let her date Deke. She was devastated and everyone said she died soon after of a broken heart. Deke never fell in love again.
       Elizabeth was a brave pioneer woman who raised her children to love the gospel. She was admired by all her friends and neighbors for her courage. She became ill and died on May 9, 1906,  at the age of sixty-one. She was buried in the Lewisville Cemetry.    

This is the rest of Elizabeth Barnes story.   Love, Jelene

Making Memories

Dear Sisters,
     I had a great time at the reunion at the Ranch last weekend.  It was a time of reflection and loving gratitude.  I still have a hard time when I don't see Mother and Janice at the gate.  I know I'm not going to hear her at the piano, playing one of her concert pieces ever again.  But I pulled my car into the driveway and Janice and I ( I picked Janice up in Panaca and brought her out with me) unloaded our suitcases and took them upstairs to our rooms.  Lee's Beth and Laura and the little kids were busy cleaning up the back patio.  They had planted 3 nice oak trees and 1 elm, 2 up above and 2 down by the basketball hoop.  Beth had already staked up some fences around them and they look beautiful. I sure hope they do well. They had planted fresh new flowers in mothers flower beds by the patio. They were so proud to show them off.  We finished helping them clean up the yard and it really looked nice.
     I think the Brothers really enjoyed themselves this year.  We had a small group, probably only about fifty all together.  We all sat around and listened to Keith tell his stories and of course we all interjected our own interpretation of the truth when he would let us. The auction was a huge success, even if there was only 5 bidders. (The rich ones with Jobs!!)  We let the brothers and Helen and their kids bid away and ended up with $400 and they ended up with really, really over priced Junk!!! Everyone was happy to have donated so that we can have a fun reunion again next year.
     Helen and I made a relay course for the underwear game and divided up 2 very reluctant teams. We made them climb into some very big granny panties and run the relay course, holding onto the panties for dear life. 
     Thanks to Brad and Lilly we had some yummy dutch oven chicken and potatoes for supper. Then we started a fire in the big pit on the patio and started singing.  We sang all the rounds we could remember, dividing Keith's group to do the horns,  Roger's group to do the trumpets,  Helen's group to play the violins and my group to play the Clarinets!  We sang all the state songs we could remember.  Idaho, Utah, Nevada and California all got a song dedicated to them. So fun and then Janice yelled out, "Sugar In The Mornin". So we sang that one for her. Makes you wonder how many songs she knows. Probably all of them.
     I have to tell you about the special treat I got to see Friday night.  Sam, Ruleen and Alisha and family came out and had their tents all set up when I got back from going up to Lee's to use the phone for the last time!! How was I ever going to survive!! I mentioned to Lee that Ruleen and Family were up to the ranch setting up, and after he had fed Janice and I fresh cooked corn-on-the-cob, he got all the kids in the car and followed us home so he could visit with them a minute. They are real campers.. have all the gear..tents, stoves, lamps, port-a-potty, warm sleeping bags and blankets. We visited until dark and then walked back to the house.  Emma walked over to the piano and started playing 'God Bless America'. Maggie, Beth, Laura, Ava and Page all gathered around the piano and started singing.  I swallowed the lump in my throat and started singing alto.  I knew if Lee saw even the glint of a tear, he would cry and then we would both be a mess.  Lee sang baritone and we had ourselves a chorus.  Watching Lee's family singing song after song together was so special and I couldn't get over the powerful, wonderful gift that Mother has given them.  Thank you mother. Everyone of those darling girls lives will be forever blessed because of you. Just as ours have been.  Hugs and Kisses, Jelene

Sunday, September 9, 2012

Crazy days with Father

Hello Sisters,
I have a memory that we need to talk about.  I cry every time I think about what our Father did to us little girls.  I think it was a evil entity that Father had when he was mad a Mother.  It is a time that our father went insane .  Lilly, I believe was only two or three when this happened, so that means that Beth was four, Ruth was 6, Fara was 7 and I was 8. I don't remember much about the time of year but we could go outside without a coat on, so it may have been summer.  Anyway it was evening and Father was not happy.  He decided that we were not obeying him quick enough.  He lined us up and gave us orders.  He had us  march in a line and then he went really crazy.  He said, "children, I am going to have you stand on the table and you will fall off the table into my arms backwards, Ok." I remember just nodding my head and thinking to myself that, "I think He loves mother and I know that mother loves us so I hope that he will catch us."  I was first to go and so I hopped up on the table and he said, "turn around and do not look at me, I will catch you." I took a big breath and just fell.  Next in line was Fara, she did the same as I and just fell.  But the next one in line was little Ruth.  She started crying and got up to fall and turned to look.  She could not do it.  Father spanked her hard and then he got a blind fold and covered her eyes.  Ruth fell this time and Beth then Lilly.  We were all crying very quietly by then.  He made us do this over and over. He told us that we were learning to trust him totally.   Finally we were allowed to go to bed.  But the torture was not over. The next morning we were all outside working and father got this idea that he needed to work us some more.  He got a ladder and made us little girls get up on top of the roof of our house.  He removed the ladder as he yelled up to us, "Ok you will stay up there until you jump down to me." We started crying and I told him that we were scared.  He told us," You all need to trust me with your life because I am your Father."  I thought to myself, "Well, I am not dead yet, so I will jump.  Fara went next, but sister Ruth was not going to go so Beth went and it was Ruth and Lilly up on the roof. All I can remember is that it took them quite a while to finally jump.  He would walk away for a while and then come back and ask them if they were ready.  It was so sad for us little girls to know that all he had to do was not catch us and we would die.  But we all survived that day.  I think it was then that Father started driving truck.  He never did that to us again.
I am sure that you all have had recall about this time.  I had a time when I remember saying that same thing to myself.  It was after my ex husband was mean to me I said, "Well, I am not dead yet, I guess I can stay."
Please add on to this if you want
Love you sisters, I still cry thinking of this time.  I don't know where Mother was at that time. But I think that she had already learned that if she stayed out of the way and not fight with him, things didn't get as bad.  We sure had a courageous  and brave mother.
Helen

Wow no wonder I'm messed up. I had to be older than 3.  I don't remember falling off the table into his arms, but I do remember the roof.  I thought that the roof we had to jump off of was the shed roof.  It was sooooo high. We could see our whole yard. The roof of our house, all the animals, and our neighbors houses We were so high that Father seemed so small and so far away.  Ruth and I left up there for what seemed like hours.  Who went first? What did we say to each other? How did we talk ourselves into jumping?  I remember calling for Mother,  Mother, Mother, come help us, Father wont let us down.  Where was she? Why wasn't she there when we needed her the most. Someone had to protect us from that MEAN man on the ground that didn't love us.  He couldn't have loved us or he wouldn't have been so mean.  I never loved him. I remember having to kiss him and hug him but I didn't do it out of love. I did it because it was expected of me. I started pretending when I was 3.  I didn't see our Mother as courageous.  I felt betrayed by her.  For many years after I got married I always wondered why she didn't leave that terrible awful man.  If she would have left, then I would have thought she was courageous.  Helen and Beth, it took courage for you to leave your husbands. I thought you two were Very Courageous. Looking back on it now some 45 years later,  because of all that she went through, she learned it did no good to fight with Wayne. He must have been alot insane like you said Helen.   That was just the start of all the insane things he put us through.  The moral of this story is you cant teach children to trust you by making them jump off tall building. Wow sisters if we can jump of tall building then we can do anything we put our minds to.              Lets go be AMAZING.    Lilly

Happy Days in 1965

  The  year was 1965 and we were living in Colorado City, AZ.   Our home was almost completed.  Our oldest brother Bart would take Keith, Roger and Lee, the younger boys out to Beryl Valley and bale hay week after week for money to help build our home.  Also, our older sister Cheryl would work in St. George sewing sleeping bags to earn money.  At home, mother raised chickens for eggs and Roger and Lee milked 2 cows every morning and night and anything that was extra we sold or gave away.  We had a beautiful garden every year that mother and all of us would weed.  She kept us all busy and life was good in our home. That summer Cheryl would get up really early around 5:00 A.M. to go to work.  Beth got to sleep with Cheryl because she was lucky and little and needed her.   We had one bedroom for nine girls, two sets of bunk beds and a little bed that us three (Helen, Fara, Ruth) little girls slept in.  Lilly was still in the crib and slept in Mothers room.  Some mornings I would hear Cheryl get up and I would go sit on her lap and she would share her food.  Mother would be getting her breakfast and they would talk softly all the while.  It was a special time that I really loved.  After she left mother would play the piano for at least one hour each and every morning.  She would always let one of us girls sit with her and turn the pages of her music.  There were hundreds of notes on every page, but we all learned to follow along and turn the page at the right time so she wouldn't miss a beat. It was a special time and we thought we were pretty big to be able to turn mothers music pages for her.  It was so wonderful waking up to music in the morning and hearing our mother do something that she loved so very much.
      That first Autumn in our new home, Cheryl got married.  She had gone to Father and Mother and said that she wanted to get married.  Father went to Uncle Roy Johnson because he was in charge then, and asked if they could pray and find her a husband.  Brother Johnson told Father that the priesthood would pray for revelation.  The next Saturday, Father and Cheryl were called in and her future partner was brought in so that they could meet.  The very next afternoon they were married.  We all dressed up in our finest clothes and went up to Rulon Jeff's home and Cheryl was married to Hyrum Jeff, Rulon's son. It was a solemn ceremony.  Father walked her into the room and placed her hand into Hyrum's hand and walked back to mother.  They exchanged vows that they were told to say and kissed quickly.  They hadn't even a had conversation, had not held hands yet and yet they were now married.  I remember her coming to the house for the last time to get her suitcase and say good-bye to her family.  It was so sad to have her go.  She was like my second mom.  I said to myself, "Why is she so happy to go? Maybe I didn’t love her enough."  I felt that she was deserting me.  She said good-bye and hugged us all.  I remember mother was very sad after and went into her bedroom for a while.  I ran out to the haystack and cried and cried.  She was my friend.  She saved me from Kay and Jelene when they would get mad at me.  She shared her bed with me and let me sleep with her when I needed her.  I was just lost without her.
   It took us a few weeks to be happy again, but mother was not one to drag emotion out.  We got right back to work.  We all needed new clothes for the first day of school and life went on.  This was our second school year in Colorado City.  Mother had, Bart, Keith, Kay, Jelene, in high school and Roger, Lee, Helen, Fara, in grade school.  We all walked to school and it was a busy time for our parents.  You can add on to the story, Please.
love you all
Helen




 

Three little girls miss Mother


We had lived in Colorado City for three years.  We would go to church regularly and participated in every event. Mother really enjoyed being in this little town.  But our father really loved to farm.  He had lost a farm in Montiview, Idaho and the pain was still fresh.  He found a farm out in Beryl Valley, Utah that needed a family.  So that next summer we all went out there to live and farm.  It was a broken down house and our mother made it our home.  There was a giant well that pumped water into a reservoir right in the backyard it was quite a hill that encircled the water. Mother warned us about going by it because we did not know how to swim. The water ran through canals throughout the farm.  We were growing alfalfa that summer and the older brothers were busy getting the fields watered.  Us little kids would stay by the house and play, help with the house and mother.  One day Lee decided to teach me how to ride a bike he said,"Helen get out here and I will have you ride down the hill.” He was the boss so I said, “Okay, but I don’t want to do this.”  He had taken the only bike that we had, a 10 speed bike  up to the top of the hill.  Lee showed me how to get on and he rode it down the hill.  He said,"its easy, just stay up and balance."   He helped me straddle the bike and gave me a push.  Well, needless to say I went down and fell at the bottom of the hill.  I started crying because now I had scraped hands and knees.  I did not ride a bike for a long while. 
 Most of the time us girls played dolls out under the trees by the side of the house and once a day we were allowed to watch T.V. Usually the show was "Leave it to Beaver" or "The Addams Family".  We had a great summer.
    That fall we all enrolled in the Colorado Elementary public school.  Everyone was in school and all was going good. Then Father got a job up in the Idaho potato fields.  He decided to take the older kids up to work.  Fara, Ruth and I would stay and continue school.  The only friends that my family trusted was the Blackmore’s.   Father had met the Blackmore Family in Canada before they moved to Colorado City.  They were a polygamist family.  Harold Blackmore had married two sisters Gwen and Florence Williams.  Mother took us aside and said,” Father and I have decided to have you go to school.  We want you to stay with the Blackmores for just a while.  The family must go to Idaho to harvest potatoes."   Father said, “I will come and see you every few weeks. Okay?” I said, “ Good we get to go to school and see our teachers.”  Father said, “yes you do.”  We had no idea what we were getting into.  Father took his little girls with our little suitcases over to their house.  We were going to to live with them for sometime.  I was in third grade, Fara was in second and Ruth was in first.  Aunt Florence and Gwen met us at the door and welcomed us.  Father walked us to the door, told us to be good then left.  Aunt Gwen let us stay in a room by the kitchen.  It had one large bed in it and a dresser.  Each of us had a drawer to place our clothes.  We didn’t want to take them out of the suitcase but we did.  Aunt Gwen would get us up early in the morning so we could get ready for school.  She had little aprons for us to put on while we did chores like sweep the floor and dust items.  Aunt Florence would make us a little stack of pancakes with syrup then we would get ready for school.  It was such a treat for us to have our own stack of pancakes.  Breakfast time was a happy time.
Aunt Florence was a third grade teacher so she would take us with her.  We would play quietly in her room before school.  Our community school was making lunch for the kids that year and it was soup.  All we brought from home was a slice of bread with butter.  At times the soup was good but at times it had such a bad taste that you could hardly get it down.  Our dear Aunt Florence would take home the leftovers from our school and then for supper many nights we would just warm up the soup.  At times it was very hard to get down the second time around especially when it was split pea or Vegetables with Thyme.  We were just little girls and it was a very hard time for us.  We would get so homesick that we would cry at night and Ruth would pee her pants so I would cover it up and not let the Aunts know.  One time at supper they had cauliflower /vegetables for supper.  We had never had it and could not get it down.  Ruth was very stubborn and would not eat it.  “We can not eat this supper.” I said, Aunt Florence replied, “ In our home, our policy is waste not want not, and we live by it.”  We just looked at them in fear.  Fara and I tried to swallow some just so they would not get mad at us. I do believe we sat at the table for two hours while they cleaned up the kitchen trying to get us to eat the food.  We were quietly crying, because we knew better than to make any noise.  Finally, they let us go to bed and that night we all put our arms around each other and tried to sleep, we really felt abandoned by our family.   It was about a month before our Father came to see us.  We were so glad to see him, but he was not our mother.  He left us once again with the news that in one month the family would be ready to come home.  It seemed like it would never end.  Aunt Gwen and Aunt Florence tried to help us out but when you only want your mother and family nothing can help.  At last, we were reunited with our mother.  She never let us out of her sight again at least not for more than a day.  I'm sure it was as hard on her as it was on us.  
Love Helen

Saturday, September 8, 2012

reunion 2012

     I just want to thank Lilly and Brad for doing such a good job with the reunion this year.   It was such a good time for everyone.  Thanks Lilly for all the planning and work that you put into it.  You are quite the planner and coordinator.  Also, the food was wonderful and delicious because it was out in the mountain air.
     Jelene had a big under wear relay race that was very hilarious  but good for all the young children.  But it was Edson and Bryan that really got it moving.  They both put on quite a show and made us all laugh. 
     Bart mentioned that the whole atmosphere was very pleasant and he really enjoyed sharing the songs and visiting.  We sang some old songs like Lida Rose with Uncle Bart, trios like Cherry Pink, Shanty Town.  It was good having those memories and thinking about our parents.  It was really nice have Ruleens' Family there with all those wonderful boys and Alicia's sweet little girl that was quite the climber.  Lillian and Cindy came together along with Roselie and her sweet boyfriend in their pink camp house.
       Jelene got cleaning out Jeremy's room and it was a mess.  We barely made a dent because it was so bad.  We had a big fire and burned and burned everything that could go out.  
 I think us girls need to have a place of our own at the ranch.  It would be wonderful for our children and us to have and enjoy. 
We missed all of you who could not make it this year.  We love you all very much,  
Helen 

Wednesday, September 5, 2012

Family Reunion 2012

Our Brothers, Bart, Keith, David (Keiths son) Roger, Dallon (Keiths son) and Lee