78 Letter to Frieda

I previously shared a 1968 letter written from Mary Andra to Frieda Horrocks. This letter was given to me with it by Deanne Driscoll. I am including her note with it as well.

“Sun Aug 27 / 78

“Dear Frieda + Susan

“Just a few lines to let you know we are just fine but not as busy now that the Raspberries beans + peas are up.

“I also put 33 plk of corn in our freezer.

“You know Susan that Walter said that Frieda wouldn’t let our Dale Come in her home last winter, but Dale said it isn’t so that Frieda was happy to see him + that she hated to see Dale leave.

“I sure don’t like to have Walter tell big lies, the only thing I don’t like about this trial Coming up is because the Judge Robert is a pal to Minnis Son or is it Walters Son, I think he will favor Walters + Ada’s side, you might talk to your lawyer about it, those boys went to school to gether,

“Otto said he wasn’t coming back up on the 26th of left, but I wouldn’t worry about that, I am going to have a knee operation Sept 20th so maybe Will won’t be able to come either, unless Dale

“can get away + bring his dad. I’ll be in the Logan hospital 15 days.

“Just thought I would tell you the News.

“I would love to hear from you Susan after you tell your lawyer about the Judge, because I didn’t know if you knew about them being so friendly, so talk to your lawyer + see what he says, I sure would like to Know.

“All our love

“Uncle Bill & Mary

“Frieda died 18 Oct 1978

“My Grandmother had Alzhemers

“Susan lived next to her. I don’t think they went to Court.

“Grandma gave Susan Greaves Bencomo the house.

“The will gave the house to Susan, Mike Greaves, Ada and myself.

“Mike gave his share to

“Susan and so did I and that gave he 3/4 of the house so that must have settled the problem if that is the “problem”

“Deanne

Early History of the Settlement of Lewiston

My grandfather, Wilburn Norwood Jonas, was born in Lewiston, Cache County, Utah on 15 May 1924. His great grandparents, Stephen and Hannah Coley are buried in Lewiston. When I stumbled on this short history, I thought I would share it. This history was compiled by M. R. Hovey for the Logan Chamber of Commerce in 1923, a year before Grandpa was born.

James and Aliza Ross at the grave of Hannah and Stephen Coley – 14 August 2026 – their fourth great grandparents

“After Richmond was settled in 1859, Franklin in 1860, and Clarkston in 1864, “All the most desirable locations on the streams in Richmond and in the other settlements of the Valley, had been taken. Naturally (the new settlers) were forced to take lands in the center of the Valley and get their irrigation water wherever they could. This was difficult to do.”

“In July 1870, a scouting party went out to locate some new lands for settlers. They searched the north end of Cache Valley from Oxford to Mink Creek. (When) “the scouting party returned (it was) decided that the ‘Flat’ where Lewiston is located, was the best place to locate..”

“Used by early Richmond settlers as a herding ground, “It was covered with buffalo and bluegrass. It had also been used in the past by the Indians as a place for their pow-wows, where they had horse races and other games. As there were no trees or vegetation the sand drifted considerably.”

“Houses were built of logs and lumber. Some made dugouts. The community grew. Among the first group of settlers were the families of P. N. Van Orden, Sr., Everett Van Orden, Robert Wall and John M. Bernhisel, Jr.” (When) “the townsite was staked out, it was decided to (make the blocks) a mile square. At first the settlement was called Cub Hill.”

“In 1872, William H. Lewis was sustained as the (LDS Branch’s) presiding elder and later, the bishop. The settlement was named “Lewiston” after Bishop William H. Lewis.

Bio of William H. Lewis

“William H. Lewis married Martha Petty in November of 1856. In 1858 his wagons left Fort Harrison, Utah, to settle in Cache Valley. The Lewises arrived in Richmond October 31, 1859, building a small cabin in an area known as “Poverty Flats.” In 1873 Brother Lewis was called as Presiding Elder of the fledgling Lewiston Branch at Poverty Flat. “After serving for a year, Lewis approached the Richmond Bishop, M.W. Merrill, asking to be released from the calling. He stated ‘he would not trade his small farm in Richmond for the whole of Lewiston.'”

“”Bishop Merrill informed him that it was the Lord that had called him to that position and he would not be a partner in releasing him. The bishop advised William to go back to Lewiston and the Lord would bless him on this land that looked so barren. He also told Brother Lewis that Brigham Young had said that Lewiston would be the granary of the valley and that the potential possibilities of that wasteland were many and great.” Staying in Lewiston, Lewis eventually became one of the wealthiest farmers in the area.

“After serving as Presiding Elder over the branch for five years, Lewis was named the Lewiston Ward’s first bishop. After serving for seven years, he was named Stake President of Benson Stake. The town was eventually named ‘Lewiston,’ after William H. Lewis.

“”In the beginning the little settlement had some serious handicaps. They had no irrigation water, no trees and very little vegetation. The sand drifted badly in places. The winters were severe and bad frosts were common. The drought brought many crickets, grasshoppers and other pests. The winter of 1871-1872 was very cold and severe. In November 1871, two feet of snow fell and it did not leave until April of the next year. At certain times during the winters the fences were covered with snow and the settlers traveled over the tops of the fences with their sleighs. During the summer time there were hot, dry winds, and killing frosts. For three successive years the grain was frozen in July. The settlement was referred to as ‘Poverty Flat,’ ‘Starvation Corner’ and ‘The Last Chance.'”

“When Church President Brigham Young visited Richmond, “the discouraged settlers reported these unfavorable conditions… the settlers (were advised) to return to their homes promising them that Lewiston should yet become one of the garden spots of Cache Valley & the Territory.”

“If the settlers were to remain they had to have irrigation water. “(Since) Bear River to the west was too low to take out a canal and bring it upon the flat…In 1873 a small irrigation ditch northeast of Lewiston was built from Worm Creek…In 1874 a site for a canal was located on Cub River in the Cub River Basin.” Though a tremendous undertaking… it saved the settlement. For drinking water, wells were used.” In later years, “a large irrigation company was formed and a pumping plant and its diversions was established on the Bear River.”

“Lewiston has continued to grow and is considered one of the best farming communities in the state. The promise made years ago by President Brigham Young, ‘that someday Lewiston would become one of the garden spots of the Valley and the Territory, has verily been fulfilled. In 1904, the town was incorporated by Brigham Pond, Lewiston’s first mayor.

Compiled by M. R. Hovey, Secretary, Logan Chamber of Commerce. January 1, 1923 to January 1, 1925. Also as printed in the Logan Journal, beginning August 4, 1923.


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Moreton Ward, Chester Stake

In recent discussions with some members from England, I shared a number of photos I had taken/received while serving in their Ward. It dawned on me and they supported the idea of writing some histories regarding each of the Wards I served in. Also, as time passes, my memory will not remember all the people or my interactions. This is the first of those posts.

This post turned out to be terribly time consuming. I pulled out my planners and worked through them week by week. I was interested in the addresses we visited and the people we taught. Interestingly, I can remember most of these streets, even tracting them. But unless the people advanced to our teaching pool, I don’t generally remember them. Which really is not surprising as many of them were one or two contacts. But, the planners told me who we had appointments with, including tea/dinner appointments. For being 1998-1999, I am astonished at how much I remember from day to day. Some were simply unforgettable, even now, like the young lady who answered the door nude (read below).

Also, as part of this process, I read through the related journal for the time period. I have quoted whole sections that I located related to this time and these people. On a personal note, this was a very trying companionship and district to serve in. Jet lag, sickness, frustration with the breakdown between mission ideals and what was actually happening, personality conflicts, and immaturity (very much on my side, but also other missionaries), 6 missionaries in a confined space, all contribute to the refiners fire Moreton Ward proved to be for me. I have mostly removed all the whining from the journal posts. As reading, don’t think I am a model of optimism or enthusiasm. I was more coy at the beginning of writing this post than I was later. I didn’t quote as much from the journal to begin with, but more and more as I got more comfortable in writing about weeks. At the beginning I give overviews, later I do more quoting and let the voice of the journal speak. Moreton ward covers 119 pages of my journal #5, 36 pages of my journal #6.

The first Ward I served in as a missionary was in the Moreton Ward of the Chester England Stake. I believe it was a newly created ward, only a few months old. At some point the Birkenhead Ward(s) were in the Liverpool Stake and I remember there being multiple ties and connections to Liverpool. I recollect Moreton was created from one or both of the Birkenhead Wards. We met in an old college bar pub, I recall, in West Kirby. We lived in Liscard. I wrote a post previously about the houses I lived in as a missionary. In those days cameras were clunky and still film, so you did not take many pictures. But I do have a few I attribute to the Moreton Ward. Six missionaries covered the Moreton Ward. A year or two later, the Ward received their own ward building. It is my understanding these ward still exists, but was merged with the two Birkenhead wards, now all just two wards.

Since this is my first area, I am also including some of the arrival in the mission from the Missionary Training Center, or MTC, and the mission home.

On 21 December 1998, I flew out from Salt Lake City to the England Manchester Mission, connecting through Atlanta, Georgia. I had just spent two and a half weeks in the missionary training center in Provo, Utah. On that flight I sat next to a woman named Madge Fillingim, age 79, from Vernal, Utah. I hadn’t caught the spelling of her name at the time, and wrote it in my journal as “Marge Flitteringum.” She was born in 1920 and passed away in 2023 at 102.5 years old! I linked her obituary.

As I wrote that day: “On the left was Marge Flitteringum or that last name is close. I don’t remember how she spelled it exactly. …Marge from Vernal at 79. Through our conversations Marge agreed to start taking piano lessons and to become active again in church. Am I a missionary or what? Her son wants her to start going to church again, and with the brand new temple in Vernal, she wants to get her endowment. We talked about music and told her about grandma’s start late in life. I got her to committ.”

In further research, three years later, on 29 December 2001, Madge received her endowment at the Vernal Utah Temple. I don’t know whether she ever picked up playing the piano.

23 December 1998 – Elder Harris and Elder Ross assigned as companions at mission office, Altrincham, Cheshire

I arrived at Manchester airport on 22 December 1998. We stayed that night at the mission home in Altrincham. The next day, 23 December, I did my first street contacting in Altrincham not far from the mission home. That door is seared into my memory. I can still see it. After lunch that day, we were assigned missionary companions. Elder Jeremy Harris became my first companion in the mission field (Elder Kody Young had been my companion at the MTC). Elder Olson was assigned to Elder Paul Kelley that same day. Moreton wasn’t a surprise to Elder Harris, since he was already serving there.

23 December 1998 – Newly assigned companionships – Elder Harris and Elder Ross, Elder Olson and Elder Kelley

That evening we did some tracting and went to the Counsells’ for dinner, which in England is called tea. Researching, this was Grant and Helen Counsell. Our flat address was 6 Belgrave Street, right on the corner of Trinity Road.

22 December 1998 – President H Bruce and Cheryl Stucki, and Elder Paul Ross

Writing the next day about that evening, I recorded: “We live in a 3 level flat on Trinity Street. So small and in great disrepair. Humble though. I am afraid the steps will break. We left and headed to our flat. Some guy ran up to us and pointed a gun directly at me. We drove off. It scared me to death. We come back to the flat and put on our whites and went and sang in the centre. I didn’t think we sounded good at all. Some members stopped by the flat when we got back. We received presents and 4 of us ran to do some street contacting while the rest went to deliver presents.”

25 December 1998 – Christmas Eve caroling, Elders Llewelyn, Lewis, Harris, Mueller, Ross, Knight

On 24 December, we had dinner with the McKenna’s. In my records I record it as McKenna, McKinnon, and MacKinnon. I don’t know which is right and so far the two members I have contact with do not appear to remember this family. Oddly, I remember this meal. We sat at a little kitchen table for two in the kitchen itself. The McKinnon’s did not eat with us. It was fairly dark in the kitchen. The soup was a chicken, pea, carrot soup. It was not a creamy soup, but it was oily or something and was amazing. None of the rest of the home was heated except the front room with a little gas heater (where the coal fireplace once was). My first introduction to the idea that people would only heat one or two rooms of a home, not the whole house. We left a spiritual thought and left. I don’t know that they were elderly, maybe 70s. But my soul was warmed. I understand the McKinnons moved away from the area.

This highlights another surprise for me in England. Their latitude is considerably higher than that of most of the United States. As such, in winter time, the sun would disappear about 4 pm. It would reappear about 8 am. The days are short. So this dinner appointment at 6 pm would have been in the dark. Many missionaries struggled with depression due to shortened daylight hours. In the converse, summer would have the sun going down at like 9:30 pm and coming up at 5:00 am.

Christmas Day, the 25th, I wrote: “All of us went to play footy, or soccer. I am not a soccer fan anymore. Since I hurt my foot in high school I am not supposed to do any kicking with it… I sat watching them played and I read scriptures while there. I sat some time looking across the Mersey River at Liverpool. What an impressive sight. One building reminded me a ton of the Salt Lake Temple. Dingy white with the 6 big towers but the building was full of windows. It had a big clock in the one end. Instead of an angel Moroni on the end, it had giant pelicans on both center towers.”

That building was the Royal Liver Building. The “pelicans” were actually the famous Liver Birds. Built between 1908 and 1911 for the Royal Liver Assurance company, it was designed by local architect Walter Aubrey Thomas in the Edwardian Baroque style and was, for its time, one of the first large buildings anywhere constructed with a full reinforced-concrete frame, engineering that let it rise to 322 feet and briefly stand as the tallest building in Europe. Its twin clock towers carry two copper birds, nicknamed Bella and Bertie, one facing inland toward the city and the other out to sea. Legend holds that if they ever flew away, Liverpool itself would cease to exist. The birds themselves were carved by Carl Bernard Bartels, a German woodcarver. Along with the Cunard Building and the Port of Liverpool Building, the Royal Liver Building and others form Liverpool’s famous “Three Graces” on the Pier Head waterfront. All fully visible from across the Mersey in Seacombe and Wallasey.

That same day, I visited with family on the phone, including my Dad, sister, Grandma, and Duncan family.

I wrote about my Grandma: “She told me how bad she felt about missing me at the airport. I wished I could have seen her too. It was really good to talk to all of them again. We shall see each other soon enough.”

Grandma died the next year, sooner than either of us expected that Christmas Day. My flight was originally supposed to leave from one gate in Salt Lake City and that is where she went. Later they realized what was going on and they raced over to the new gate. They got there in time to get a package on the flight to me, but no opportunity to physically say good-bye as we were already loaded.

26 December 1998 – My end of the bedroom at Liscard flat, Merseyside

On 26 December, dinner was with Steve and Linda Pitt. That day I also wrote: “I found out that the river and docks I was talking about was where all the immigrants from England left.” At some point, I probably should do a post, like I did with the Mormon Trail, of all my ancestors who came through Liverpool.

27 December 1998 was my first time at church in Moreton. Attendance didn’t reach 100. I confirmed into The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints Ann Marie Brumfitt that day. She’d been baptized the Sunday before I arrived. I don’t recall the Elder’s name I replaced. I wrote, “It was a cool experience.” I also gave a priesthood blessing that day to a young boy, Thomas Michael Plemford, Gaynor Plimley’s son. That same day, jet lag and the whirlwind of the first week were catching up with me.

I wrote: “I am having such a hard time. I am so dead tired it is pitiful. If only I could go to bed earlier but that really isn’t possible… I will finish my mission but I will sleep for a week when I return, I am sure of it. Help me endure. These 16 1/2 hour days are killing me. I hope p-day they let me sleep in. I think the jet lag is not helping.”

Even so, I closed the day looking forward rather than back: “There is so much to learn. If I have acquired a percent of a fraction, I will count my life as something more than a waste. I will know it wasn’t all at naught. So much to gain, so little to lose. I pray my senses be toughed, my facilities enlightened to gain but a portion of the awesome amount. I please to learn and not have any tolerance in ignorance. Whatever principle of intelligence we attain to in this life will rise with us in the resurrection. And if a person gains more knowledge and intelligence in this life through his diligence and obedience than another, he will have so much the advantage in the world to come. D&C 130:18-19.”

This picture of the house across the street is a mirror of the house we lived in. The bricked in window is the one I am looking out and taking the picture from in our flat.

27 December 1998 – House across the street from our flat, our room on 3rd floor, 6 Belgrave St, Liscard, Merseyside

28 December 1998 – 3 January 1999

This was my first week in the mission with a planner of my own. The week before, Elder Harris had kept track for the both of us while I was still finding my feet. P-day, 28 December, we went to West Kirby to play squash, my first time ever seeing or playing the game. I wrote: “It was great. It is alot like raquetball. I love it, I will have to do it more and when I get home.”

I’ve loved squash ever since. Roy McKee was a member there that day. His aunt and uncle, John and Audrey McKee, were also in the Ward. I can’t say for certain which McKee household we had tea with each week, Roy and Carol (who I recall held a US citizenship), or John and Audrey, unless a specific journal entry says so. But squash was my love in Richmond, Virginia; Oklahoma City, Oklahoma; Logan, Utah; I wish there was somewhere closer to play to Burley, Idaho.

We kept a heavy teaching schedule all week, working discussions in with Malcolm and Mrs Robson, Jeff and Allen, and Jocelyn and Jamie on P-day evening alone.

Tuesday, the 29th, brought a companionship exchange along with tracting and a discussion with Lisa and Thorn, and a follow-up visit with Ann Marie Brumfitt, whom we’d confirmed on Sunday. Later that day we went tracting and got some callbacks on Royston Road. After doing some running we went back to teach Bobby Topham, a new contact. Writing about it the next day, I recorded (which is overly personal to Bobby):

“He really listened. His one wife joined the church but died soon after so Robert never found out why she joined. He has been a drug addict to like cocaine and marijuana. Heroin, everything. He is an artist, wonderful, wasted all his money from it on drugs. He is wasting away. He has been legally dead 3 times. His out of body experiences sound much like the ones I have heard before from good righteous people. He won’t live probably over a year. He agreed to be baptized. He also wanted a blessing. He told us why he left the other churches. What a wonderful experience that was. I fell totally in love with missionary work. He will be baptized on the 10th. We need to finish all 6 discussions with him. How exciting. The Lord is wonderful.”

Wednesday was one of our fullest days of discussions: Sharon, Olga and Vernon, Chris, Karen and Carl, and Margaret and Carol all in a single day, wrapped up with tea at the Counsells’.

New Year’s Eve found us in service most of the morning, then more tracting and discussions with Carol and Lewis and Margaret and Jon. We also had to go find Bobby Topham for his appointment that day, and taught him the 2nd discussion.

As I wrote: “He really listens to all the message. He went from 80 cigarettes to having his 2nd all day right as we were leaving. He is a really good artist. He is going to do portraits of us. He is so excited to get baptized. He explained us as glowing. Also when we gave him a blessing, he said he saw light. This guy is really open to the Spirit. What a wonderful soul. Through him we could pull quite a few more people in. He has 6 children all but 2 by different mothers. Two of the mothers are mother and daughter themselves. If the daughter and him got married he would be a brother-in-law to his own child. What a lifestyle. No hope. All sorrow. He has found the light. It is so exciting. I hope I get the honor of baptizing him.”

We closed the night with tea at the Hankins’ and home on time. I understand this was Brenda Hankins with her daughters, Emma is the one I remember most.

New Year’s Day started with a moment of reflection. As I wrote:

“Oh, what a year. What tremendous strides in all aspects of life. One definitely for spirituality. Institute in Logan, a mission, trials over the summer. My life has been a great growing experience. Physically, I have gained around an inch or two. Now around 6’1″ or 6’2″ I stand. Probably 35 pounds heavier. I am now around 175. I am pretty healthy and have a high metabolism. Mentally, this grows with spiritual but also being in college broadened my horizons. I learned and try to learn from every aspect of life. Emotionally has been the same as the rest, leaps and bounds. Especially with Duncan’s and on the mission, much of my life is being healed. I can cry, feel joy, laugh, feel others sorry, and connect. I am much healthier as a being now. This year has been especially trying from all that I have endured. I pray that I will always progress in every aspect. I thank God for all the wonderful people I have met and pray that they count me as a blessing in their lives.”

The day continued with our District Development Meeting and closed with tea at Jackie Laing’s, a standing weekly Sunday appointment that would carry on for the time I was there.

Sunday closed the week with church. Elder Mueller and I walked to picked up Bobby Topham and a boy whose name I don’t recall, and walked them to church together. We arrived a quarter hour late, going in after the sacrament had already started, though we did still receive it. A baptism was held at 2:00 that day. That evening included tea at Jackie Laing’s, a 6:30 appointment with Sonya, and, in another companion exchange, this time with Elder Llewellyn, a stop by the Todd’s, where we played with the kids and gave a spiritual thought. I tried to answer some of his questions; he wouldn’t let the children be baptized, but I think we did some good that evening.

Below is a map of every home we visited, taught, or contacted that week, pulled from the Teaching Pool, Less Active list, Finding Pool, and Contacts recorded on the back of that week’s planner page.

Teaching appointments from 28 December 1998 to 3 January 1999

Teaching Pool

  • Karen Reeves & LeeAnn Reeves — 53 Limekiln
  • Reece Buck — 40 Greenwood
  • Pete Murray — 8/A Poulton

Less Active

  • June Oden — 25 Sedbergh Rd
  • Julie Patterson — Lancaster Ave

Finding Pool

  • Ean James — 21 Serpentine Rd
  • Sharon — 49 Oxford St
  • Olga & Vernon — 17C Rice Ln
  • Chris — 100 Woodland Dr
  • Louis Clarkson — 22 Sherlock Dr
  • Les — 38 Sherlock Ln
  • Malcolm Patterson — 20 Lancaster Ln
  • Ron Fugg — 8 Claughton Dr
  • Lee — Rice Ln
  • Mike — 61 Rice Ln
  • Mick — 14 Rice Ln

Contacts

  • Mohan — 7 Edisbury
  • Mr. Robbison — 13 Ivor
  • Jill — 24 Ivor
  • Sheila — 12 Ivor
  • Mr. Doulan — 12C Rice Ln
  • Carol — 2 Norwood
  • Dawn — 17 Sterling
  • Carl — 15 Kendal
  • Gwen Climo — 29 Priory
  • Chris & Daniel — Rycroft Rd
  • Tracy — 6 Beechcroft
  • Eric — 69A #3 Poulton Rd
  • Jon — 75 Rice Ln
  • Margaret — 8 Lynncroft
  • Dave — 6 York Ave
  • Helen — 35 Royston
  • Margaret — 26 Royston
  • (unnamed) — 10 Rice
  • Les — 9 Upper Rise
  • (unnamed) — 34 Rice
  • Mike & Tony — 11 Royston
  • Melissa — 3 Woodhall
  • Laura — 19 Bell Rd
  • Andrew — 27 Bell Rd
  • Yvonne — 35 Bell Rd
  • Bill & Sue — 67 Bell Rd
  • Kerwin — 94 Bell Rd
  • Jane — 84 Bell Rd
  • (unnamed) — 60 Bell Rd
  • Lisa — 15 Windham Rd
  • (unnamed, 9 addresses) — 48, 54, 58, 70, 72, 78, 82, 86, 90 East St

4 January 1999 – 10 January 1999

P-day, 4 January, we went to Birkenhead and did some shopping. I wrote: “We went to Birkenhead and shopping. I bought a suit jacket/coat. Double breasted with 4 buttons up the front. I like it. I felt bad pulling out 70 pound from home.”

I still have that jacket, and still wear it for special occasions.

That evening we taught Bobby a lesson. As I wrote: “We went and taught Bobby a lesson. We changed his baptism to the 17th of January.”

5 January, I wrote: “I was listening to Johann Liszt’s Die Forelle and was very moved. It is so beautiful.”

That afternoon: “This afternoon we saw a body being taken out of a home and put into a car in a body bag. So moving. Haunting, yet joyful; painful, yet wonderful. Death is the last great adventure. So much lies beyond. I wish I new a farthing of what lay beyond. To grasp a microscopic portion would be an achievement.”

Also that day: “We taught a gypsy today. If we treat it right he will come around.”

6 January, I wrote: “We went out and I got to drive to West Kirby. My first experience driving here. It was quite different. I did well. I drive better than Elder Harris.”

That evening: “We had tea at Counsels or the Bishop’s. They told me of all the great experiences in Rhodes, Athens, Greece, Tunsia, and in the Sahara. I wish to travel these places. I hope to learn so much.”

8 January, I wrote: “We went out to tea at the Hankins. It is such an honor to eat there. …Such love, respect, and honor towards the missionaries.”

9 January, I wrote: “Oh, we went and taught Bobbie the 4th discussion. We skipped the 3rd because Elder Harris felt it needed to be covered. The chastity part was mine and was not fun. He wouldn’t talk about it. We are going to talk about it where no one is around tomorrow. I hope he will live it, or get married.”

That same day: “We went and taught grandma after. …She is a miracle. Mrs. Walker is her name. She is mostly blind and mostly deaf but in really good shape for 93. At one point we read to her 2 Nephi 31. She will read it some more. At one point, I commented and was bearing my testimony to her, she stopped me and commented, I mistook you for Jesus. You are His messenger. I shed tears right then. She doesn’t feel baptism is right yet but she will through prayer. Her love is so great. She is so close to the Lord. She says she feels so close. She says the Book of Mormon has brought her closer to the throne. It has. I am so filled with joy. I love her. Absolutely astounding. …We suggested we get her a big huge print book, she thought we were going to take away the one she has till we got the other. The pain and fear she expressed through her looks wanted me to give her a 100 more.”

That evening: “We went to tea at Jackie’s again. Really good chicken curry.”

10 January, I wrote: “Church was great. I think that all the talks spoke directly to Bobbie. They talked on food storage and other important stuff. The hymns was better today. I felt the Spirit strongly today. We went to gospel principles after. I taught half the lesson with Gayna on keeping the Sabbath Day Holy. It was great. The church is so true. Bobbie, Elder Mueller, + I went to another room and discussed the law of chastity and other concerns he had. I said some stuff that I didn’t know where I was going. When I wrapped it up it made complete sense and I learned so much about baptism. Pure intelligence right then. I had no idea where I was going with the conversation, it turned out, I said exactly what he needed to hear. WE said a closing prayer and Bobbie + I shed tears.”

That evening: “We went to tea at Jackie’s.”

Also that day: “We gave a blessing on Elizabeth MacKinnon. She is ill.”

Below is a map of every home we visited, taught, or contacted that week, pulled from the Teaching Pool, Less Active list, Finding Pool, and Contacts recorded on the back of that week’s planner page.

Teaching appointments from 4 January 1999 to 10 January 1999

Teaching Pool

  • Bobbie Topham — 9 Royston
  • Mike — 35 Manor Rd
  • Karen Reeves & LeeAnn Reeves — 53 Limekiln
  • Rhys Buck — 40 Greenwood
  • Chris — 5a Rycroft
  • Danielle — St Rycroft
  • Robert — 4 Stourton St

Less Active

  • Joe — 23 Trafalgar
  • June Oden — 25 Sedbergh
  • Julie — (no address)

Finding Pool

  • Janet Jones — 22 Bell Rd
  • Sue — 1 Bell Rd
  • Tracy & Andrew — 23 Falkland Rd
  • Tony — 40 Buchanan Rd
  • Lee — 59 Rice Ln
  • Malcolm Patterson — 20 Lancaster Ln
  • Shanon — 49 Oxford St
  • Ean James — 21 Serpentine Rd
  • Mr. Addict — 36 Water St
  • Lisa — 15 Windham Rd
  • Skip — 28 Water St
  • Cliff — 44 Union St
  • Gene Lockley — 24F Union St
  • Jeff — 22 Union St
  • Steve — 4b Union St
  • Andy — 44 Eastcroft

Contacts

  • Paul & Tom — 4 Bell Rd
  • Paula — 65 Bell Rd
  • Vicki — 1 Bell Rd
  • John — 57 King St
  • Lizzie — 7 Ilchester Rd
  • Joe — 3 Ilchester Rd
  • Kathy — 28 Ilchester Rd
  • Melissa — 3 Woodhall Ave
  • Helen — 35 Royston Ave
  • Margaret — 8 Lynncroft
  • John — 75 Rice Ln
  • Jill — 24 Ivor
  • Sheila — 12 Ivor
  • Larry — 37 Limekiln
  • Shirley — 36 Union St
  • Betty — 34 Exeter Rd
  • Jill — Yew Tree Rd
  • Sam — 34 Saxon Rd
  • Stacey — 79 Robinson/Robbins St

11 January 1999 – 19 January 1999

12 January, I wrote: “Mail always makes my day.”

That same day, Carol and Tanya McKee, came up in conversation assisting the missionaries in many ways. Elder Harris and I went and helped Bobbie that day. I wrote: “Elder Harris + I went and helped Bobbie with troubles. Satan is working so hard on him. We taught him a 6th too. We will teach him the 5th later. Elder Harris said I will probably get to baptize him. Wow, what an honor.”

While tracting that same day: “We were walking down the street when I had a thought to go visit this one house. We went and she listened, took the Book of Mormon, and agreed to have us back. She is Jew too.”

That evening: “We had tea at the Counsell’s. It was good. We had a good productive conversation over dinner. It was really good cornbeef hash. He showed me Gospelink, it was on the computer. Looked interesting, I wanted to dig through it.”

Also that day, we visited Grandma Walker again. As I wrote: “Oh, we visited grandma today. She won’t be baptized because of what it would do to her family. She prayed and cried all night. She admitted she knew the church is true. If she continues to read the Book of Mormon, she will find that she and them will be blessed. I hope I get to see her enter the waters. It is just a matter of time now I believe. I don’t know but pretty sure.”

I have tried to hunt down and locate Grandma Walker’s first name and other information. No luck so far. 93 in 1999, born about 1903. Lived at 5 Stanford Avenue, New Brighton, Wallasey CH45 5AP. But without her first name or her husband’s name, I think I am at a dead end.

1999 – Elders Harris and Ross on Seacombe Promenade, Liverpool in background

14 January, I wrote: “Today had to be one of the longest days. So cold I haven’t felt my feet since 10:00 this morning. My eye is killing me. Swollen and every time I blink it hurts.”

Also that day: “I was so upset with Bobbie for having a cigarette. That is not me. Today the refiner fire has been hard to endure.”

15 January, I wrote: “At the mission office they sent me GQing with Elder Simion and Elder Wretham.” I would later serve with Elder Simion, in Wigan. I had to go to the mission office due to an eye infection. I had been sick for a while. As I continued: “We had a great time out even though we came back soaked. We were out for 2 hours in the rain. We come back and we ate. Dr. Turnbull saw me too. He looked at my eye and back. Eye is okay, just swollen from whatever was in it.”

14 January 1999 – Liverpool from Seacombe Promenade

Also that day: “We went to Bobbie’s and had his bishop’s interview and talk. The Spirit was so strong. We had pictures and first a great conversation.”

16 January, I wrote: “I am so excited for Bobby. I set him straight on prayer, no excuses for smoking or drugs after baptism, and so he must repent. I tried to set him straight on everything. Now, I can baptism him, now he cannot plead I haven’t done my job, I taught him. He accepted it all really well too. There is alot of good stuff going on too.”

Also that day: “We got our dinner cancelled yesterday so we got KFC. I got chicken strips. We come back here and some lady ragged out Elder Harris for parking in the way of the sidewalk. She asked him if he was just going to stand there looking stupid. His response was just that. He looked around, looked stupid, looked at her and said, ‘I am not looking stupid.’ I laughed and the lady walked on mad.”

At 9:00 that morning, District Development Meeting. As I wrote: “Now Birkenhead is doing great. They have 5 baptisms this Sunday.”

17 January, I wrote: “Elder Johnson and I went all over and absolutely no one was home. …We got back here at the flat at 12:30. We went with Elder Lewis to Bobbie’s house in Oxton. He wasn’t there. I called him and rescheduled for 7:00. We went to this family in Birkenhead and had a good conversation. They fed us some and then we had interviews in Pensley. The 5 they are going to baptize tomorrow. It took forever to interview them all.” I have no recollection or clue to who Elder Johnson is or why I was on exchanges with him.

That evening: “Elder Mueller and I ate at the Billington’s.” This was Lawrence “Lol” Billington (1928–2000) and Sheila Maureen Billington, née Connolly (1936–2020), both of Wallasey.

16 January 1999 – Bishop Grant Counsell, Robert “Bobby” Topham, Elder Ross

Sitting in sacrament meeting that same day, I wrote: “I am sitting in sacrament meeting here in the Moreton ward. They just finished talking on family history. I don’t think I have ever realized how important it really is. There is so much I have wanted to do. But that is one of the other things that will have to stay on hold till I return home. It is so exciting to do missionary work for the live, after my mission, I will get to do missionary work for the dead. Brother Cliff Roberts is a wonderful man. He gave the talk on family history. Many people joke that he is one of the three Nephites. I don’t think so, but I want to talk to him to make sure. Either way, there is a lot I can learn from him.”

I understand Cliff Roberts passed away from cancer a few years ago.

Also that day, at Bobby’s own baptism: “We are at Robert Topham’s baptism. Roy McKee has been officiating. Roy gave a great talk on Baptism. His daughter Tonya McKee gave a great talk on the Holy Ghost.” “Kathy Dunford gave the opening prayer.” “I now have a firm testimony of baptism. Not that I didn’t, it is just reaffirmed.” “Robert signed the other page. That is his signature. Bishop is talking on following the commandments. He is talking on how we need to endure.”

16 January 1999 – Baptism of Robert “Bobby” Topham with Elders Harris and Ross

18 January, morning, I wrote: “Elder Llewelyn and I walked to the McKee’s. Not Roy but his uncle. We had a great conversation. Very spiritually uplifting. I look forward to more.”

Robert “Bobbie” Topham’s signature in my journal

19 January 1999 – 25 January 1999

20 January, 6:10 AM, I wrote: “We met this other guy named mike. He was one of the first surfers in Great Britain. A great guy. That was during the late 60’s. He still travels to Australia every couple of years. Never surfed California or Hawaii. Great guy but he doesn’t believe in God at all.”

Also that day, tea with Roy and Carol McKee: “We went to tea at the McKee’s. She is a really good cook. We played piano some and some snooker. We ate a good dinner and had a good conversation.”

Also that day: “Even though another lady answered the door in the nude, we went back because she said we could. We taught her the first. I forgot her first name. I think she will accept the gospel.”

And: “We went and talked to Bobbie and we caught him smoke a cigarette. We talked to him and about smoking. He says he is trying. He needs to do.”

At 10:06 PM that same day, I wrote: “We got fish and chips for lunch. I got back and had 11 letters in the post. Yes, ELEVEN LETTERS. Can you imagine my joy. It took over an hour to read all of them. The fish and chips was great too. We had tea at Counsell’s. It was homemade pizza. It was really good. WE had a really good time. Oh last night we gave Isabell MacKinnon a blessing. I got to give it to her. It was exciting. I love this church.”

22 January, 6:11 AM, I wrote: “We went with Elder Knight + Llewelyn to see grandma. We gave her the 4th discussion. She is really torn between her family and joining. I hope her family will soften their hearts and tell her it would be okay to join. We don’t know how much time she has. It is so sad. She says her family is really upset with her. We taught a 1st to Bobby’s son, Steve. I hope his mother and him will come to embrace it. It will keep Bobby on his toes too. We had fish and chips for dinner because we didn’t have a tea scheduled. I went out with Victor Wise to do home teaching. We went from down by the church on Norwood Road to New Brighton on Wellington Road. And clear back. That was a long walk and Vic walks fast. He even keeps me on my toes. I talked to his wife and him for a while. Neither the people we went to visit were home. How sad. We have to try again.”

Victor Charles Wise (1923–2004) married Brenda Tingle (22 February 1933, Sheffield – 22 December 1999, Upton, Cheshire) on 9 December 1977; both have since passed.

23 January, 8:45 AM, I wrote: “One thing, grandma is having such a hard time choosing between family and faith. We had dinner at the Pitts. The bishop’s father-in-law died, another member of our ward. Hopefully it gets better for this ward.”

“Elder Knight + Elder Llewelyn are leaving us. It will become a 4 more flat. Elder L to Liverpool Elder Knight to Leland up by the temple.”

“Oh, the joy of giving truth.”

24 January, 6:10 AM, I wrote: “I cannot believe I have been in England a month already.”

“We went to do a street meeting after DDM. I thought it was quite unsuccessful. Everyone went to Burger King after. It felt good to eat a decent burger, but it wasn’t my way, right away. We don’t get options of what we get on the burger. Basically you get the burger or you don’t, that is the only options.”

“We went to Leasowe and nothing happened. We didn’t teach anyone and it went slow. We met at Jackie’s for tea but Elder Llewelyn + I were told to go to the Ryan’s. We went. It was a nice huge house. Dinner was great. We got on this joke that Sister Ryan is a translated being and she started Sara Lee and owned Standard Oil, Ford, and a ton of other things like that. It was such a blast.” This was Liz and Mike Ryan.

24 January, 2:12 PM, I wrote: “We are at Irene Jame’s baptism. We just sang hymn #300, Families Can Be Together Forever. I get to be the chorister, and Roy McKee is officiating. His daughter, Tonya McKee is the organist. Emma Hall is giving the 1st talk. It is on baptism. Baptism is such an important step. Gayna now, probably on Holy Ghost.”

Mary Irene Thomas (12 April 1930, Wallasey – 21 June 2014, Birkenhead) married Harry James (1923–1987) in March 1956, Wallasey.

“Now John McKee, Roy’s uncle. This should be good. I remember how he told me about the giardian angel at the foot of his bed in the hospital. We were told a story on how when a guardian angel wants you to know he is there he will leave a white feather.”

John Huddleston McKee (1928 in Liverpool to 2025 in Wallasey).

Writing early on the 26th about Sunday night, I recorded: “Sunday night we went to tea after the baptism and they had Elder Llewelyn and I walk back again. We walked all the way from Morton through Leasowe and to Wallasey. We stopped at John and Audry McKee. Elder Llewelyn and I had a really good conversation. We discussed Doctrine + Covenants section 4 verse 6. …John and Audry McKee are like my adopted grandparents. They are so wonderful. They gave us a ride to Irene James, the newly baptized lady. We talked there for quite a while and went over to Gayna’s. We talked for a while and ended up running all the way back to the flat. We got in at 10 seconds after 9:30. We were late.”

Monday, 25 January (P-day), I wrote: “We come back and changed and headed to Liverpool. I love Liverpool. It was all so big and beautiful. Huge but grand buildings. These buildings have class. It seemed like another country. The styles they wear and the music. The stores are so much different. We went to Pizza Hut and had the buffet. It was all you could eat. I love Pizza Hut. The pizza was better here than in America. The crust was so soft, greasy, and yet with that crunch. Elder Llewelyn and Elder Knight transferred away. …We walked through Liverpool town center and went to the car and come back to Wallasey. The Kingsman Tunnel is cool too.”

Below is a map of every home we visited, taught, or contacted that week, pulled from the Teaching Pool, Less Active list, Finding Pool, and Contacts recorded on the back of that week’s planner page.

Teaching appointments from 19 January 1999 to 25 January 1999

Teaching Pool

  • Bobby Topham — 8 Royston
  • Colin & Tracy — 28 Water
  • Sandra Corbert — 166 King

Less Active

  • Joe — 73 Trafalgar
  • June — 25 Sedbergh
  • Paul — 98 King
  • Mike — 1 Fell
  • Julie — 20 Lancaster
  • Ann Shane — 10 Tudor Ave
  • Brenda Reynolds — (no address)

Finding Pool

  • Chevon — 61 Hampstead
  • David Evans — 7 Annesley
  • Lisa — 15 Windham Rd
  • Stan & Helen — 42 Hampstead
  • Malcolm — 20 Lancaster
  • Andy — 44 Eastcroft
  • Veronica — 60 Harvest

Contacts

  • Emma — 7 Hampstead
  • Lynn — 1 Hampstead
  • Caroline — 27 Annesley
  • Jan — 53 Annesley
  • Sue — 1 Bell Rd
  • Kathy — 28 Ilchester
  • Joe — 3 Ilchester
  • Helen — 35 Royston
  • Maz — 15 Knowsley
  • Sue — 54 Albemarle Rd
  • Shirley — 36 Union
  • Jon — 17 Summit
  • Conesta — 35 Greencroft
  • Linda — 69 Rycroft
  • Sharon — 71 Rycroft
  • Margaret Quinn — 47 Rycroft
  • Anita — 35 Rycroft
  • Olwin — 46 Hampstead
  • Tim — 54 Hampstead
  • Chris Walsh — 62 Hampstead
  • Chris — 66 Hampstead
  • Gordan — 33 Greencroft
  • Wendy — 8 Tudor
  • Alan — 14 Tudor
  • Lawrence — 22 Tudor
  • Paula — 8 Lucerne
  • Teresa — 49 Lucerne
  • Mr. Partridge — 16 Centurion Close
  • Joyce — 11 Lucerne
  • Shelly Thomas — 20 Rudgrave Square
  • Enid Hill — 50 Wellington

26 January 1999 – 1 February 1999

27 January I wrote: “I am so tired. I hope one of these days I get over this feeling. We went to Birkenhead for service. We went to the chapel up there and the sisters made us breakfast. It was not good at all. We put all our plans together for flight 401. It will be the 4th discussion acted out by 12 missionaries. I get to be the missionary on the plan who tries to convert the high jackers. I spelled that wrong. They blow up the plane and they take the people through all the different glories and stuff like that. I get to play all the time on the piano in the chapel or celestial room. Missionary straight to celestial. That is cool, they didn’t mean to do that. We came back here and changed. I forgot my coat at Birkenhead so I don’t get any money till I get it back. Also, my letter home is sitting in the pocket. I might not get it back till Fri, Sat, or Sun. All those at home are going to have quite the wait. Unless the Birkenhead Elders took the coat with them and if they did, Elder Harris will have them mail my letter.”

1999 – Riding train to Birkenhead

Also that day: “We went out proselyting after in Elder Knight’s area. I like New Brighton more than Wallasey. I hope we work that alot. It rained hard the whole time. The coat of Elder Lewis I borrowed wasn’t rainproof so I got drenched. Even the stuff in my bag got pretty wet. We come back and dried out.”

Later that day: “We went back out and met a ton of people. We had tea at the McKee’s again. It was a good dinner like usual. We found out Carol plays the guitar. Roy has an office to die for. That thing is loaded with just about everything. Tonya is quite into music too.”

Also that day: “We went to Irene James or Clinton’s nan and she asked me to confirm her. This will be my 3rd Confirmation, no baptisms. I mean performed by me.”

28 January, 9:57 PM, I wrote: “I have to admit, these past few days have been different. I have gotten so into the other things that I have not had time to write. The Spirit has taught me much over the past day. I look forward with great anticipation to the future. I have become much more calm and open through the Spirit. Love has increased as has humility and insight. I do hope that it continues. I can tell now even in my writing a unworrisom feeling and appreciative attitude. Flowing and loveing, oh, how great is our Lord. For I do know that he lives. It was testified to me more.”

Also that day: “We had tea at the Wise’s where we were given many referrals. Things continue to lok up. Elder Harris + I are being blessed for enduring and continuing in diligence.”

Later that evening: “Later we watched Ensign to the Nations with Bobby at Gayna’s. So very moving it was. The last 15 minutes of the show moved me to my very core. It was once again reaffirmed to me by the Spirit of the truthfulness of this gospel. If only I had the words to describe it.” “Faith in Every Footstep with all the temples and angelic voices singing rocked my very core. Bobby too felt that presence.”

“We (Elder Harris + I) left and headed to Chester. We stayed the night and I went on splits with Elder Dixon. We tracted quite a bit and only got two call backs. Something was wrong. Elder Dixon seemed so unsure of the work. I hope he can become strengthened.” This visit to Chester was just overnight, and we didn’t even go downtown.

“We had tea at John McKee’s. Oh how great it is to share time with such righteous people. It is so exhilarating to the soul. It is so moving to be around them. Now I call them my adopted grandparents.”

“We had the flight 747 tonight. We act out a plane crash and then take all the people through the separate kingdoms. It worked out really well.”

I cannot imagine doing a Flight 401/747 post 9/11…

30 January, 9:50 PM, I wrote: “Today has been a phenomenal day. I started reading my book that dad sent to me. It is called Drawing on the Powers of Heaven. Wonderful book. I will be glad when I can understand all of it and apply it.”

“At 9:00 we left for the funeral of James Jones. That is Bishop Counsell’s father-in-law. James’ wife Audry was the one I thought made a perfect grandma. The funeral was absolutely stunning. Singing and the Spirit was great. Bishop Counsell got up and talked on [James’] life. This man was a perfect example of Christ. I hope to be like this man someday, who was so much like Jesus. …Bishop told of how when they found out he had cancer, that before returning to bed, the asked either to take him so he wouldn’t have to suffer or to let him endure happily. He now rests in peace. The Spirit touched me phenomenally strong. I cried. They sang O my father, I was streaming. Tonya McKee sat in front of us. She was sobbing. I was so touched by the Spirit. There was the closing prayer and we all went to the crematorium. There was a little service where The Stake President spoke, and we said our good-byes. I knew not this man but he has touched my life.”

Also that day: “After I talked to Cliff Roberts, the one everyone things is a Nephite, he isn’t. He did reveal some fantastic and great knowledge to me that I have been looking forward to. He was a 2nd witness today. I told him how he quickened and excited my soul by how great of an example and by his righteousness. He thanked me. I hope he remembers I look up to him.”

“The high point was we taught Bridgette tonight. The lady with green hair. She is so in tune with the Spirit. She taught us most of the plan of salvation but she knew not that it was divine. We explained the light of Christ. She totally accepted it all and agreed but she is so use to having herself. She finds it hard to acknowledge her conscience as the gift given from God. She uses cards for answers and prayers. Interesting. She totally believes in Spirits. She communicates through them. Dangerous, a bad one could get in there. I think she will come around.”

“A poem given today: ‘Time is, Too slow for those who wait, Too swift for those who fear, Too long for those who grieve, Too short for those who rejoice, But for those who love, Time is Eternity!’ So true.” The poem is “Time Is” by Henry Van Dyke, from his 1904 collection Music and Other Poems, originally written as an inscription for a sundial in a friend’s garden, and later read at Princess Diana’s funeral in 1997. Van Dyke’s original last line was “Time is not,” though the “Time is Eternity” ending recorded here has become the more commonly quoted version.

“I had a memory of a dream this summer. The entire dream followed tonights sequence of events at tea. Everything down to the number of donuts and the cool little fry fork. The past, present, and future are all one in the Lord. All present.”

31 January, 10:34 AM, I wrote: “We are now in Sacrament Meeting. It has been a great meeting so far. We started singing hymn #60. I love that hymn. His truth is marching on and I am helping that it goes forth. I confirmed Irene Mary James. What an honor to bestow the gift of the Holy Ghost, not just the gift but thee Holy Ghost. It was great.” “There was a talk given on the windows of light. She commented on how Joseph Smith looked for the light and found it.”

Also in that meeting: “Jackie Laing tells her conversion story. She was…searching for the truth. She said nothing captivated [her]. The Born-again Christians she went towards. She joined with them. She found a member and went to church. She later had the discussions. It is true, she could find no fault. She had an experience with the Book of Mormon.” “She commented on the excitement of hearing an answer for a prayer or having a revelation or inspiration. Such excitement.”

“We are now in combined Relief Society and Priesthood. Roy McKee commented that if anything goes wrong, we weren’t prepared. That is so true. Nothing can go wrong if we are prepared. We should be prepared for anything. That is one of the reasons we work and learn from the past.” “Cliff Robert commented to me that price is any opposition to that which is good. The father of all lies, the author of blackness, or the pride. We are all equal, God is no respecter of persons. What a thought.”

“We went to Moe Jones’ after. There were talked with Lois and Moe. Lois might get baptized.”

Written 2 February, relating to 1 February: “Yesterday was quite the interesting day. We went to Chester, walked the wall, pigged out at Pizza Hut, and came back. I got pictures and I wrote about it in the letter home.”

1 February 1999 – Chester Town Center from Wall
Scan of Chester Cathedral postcard
1 February 1999 – Falls on River Dee, Chester, Cheshire
1 February 1999 – Elder Mueller walking on Chester Wall

Below is a map of every home we visited, taught, or contacted that week, pulled from the Teaching Pool, Finding Pool, and Contacts recorded on the back of that week’s planner page. This week’s page had no separate Less Active section.

Teaching appointments from 26 January 1999 to 1 February 1999

Teaching Pool

  • Sandra Corbert — 166 King
  • Irene James — 6 York Ave
  • David Evans — 7 Annesley
  • Jamie — 5 Dalmorton
  • Joyce & Carol — 19 Caithness
  • Grandma Walker — 5 Stanford
  • Sandy & John — 5A Caithness
  • Debbie White — 35 Gorsehill

Finding Pool

  • Olive — 26 Lucring
  • Casgy — 42 Lucring
  • Veronica — 40 Harvest
  • Malcolm — 20 Lancaster
  • Stan & Helen — 42 Hampstead
  • Chevon — 61 Hampstead
  • Unis — 1A Dalmorton
  • Kevin Paul Shawn — 31 Dalmorton
  • Mrs. Williams — 34 Hereford
  • Jane & Fancie — 73 Dalmorton
  • Mike & Liz — 8 Imperial
  • Sue — 23 Imperial
  • Christine Walker — 14 Elgin
  • Sandra — 3 Grosvenor
  • Paul — 50 Radnor
  • Shic — 90 Liscard
  • Dennis — The Channel
  • Rhona — 12 Sutton
  • Joan — 5 Coronation
  • Andy — 44 Eastcroft
  • Roy — 78 Urmson
  • Pam — 81 Urmson
  • Ian — 4 Warwick

Contacts

  • Paul — 17 Dalmorton
  • Mrs. Kathrel — 25 Imperial
  • Mrs. Nuttal — 30 Elgin
  • Joe — 13 Denton
  • Ria — 5 Coronation
  • Mike — 13 Edinburgh
  • Terry McCormick — 13 Station
  • Daisy & Becky — 22 Beach
  • Sharon — 58 Lusging
  • Georgia — 51 Albemarle
  • Wendy — 8 Tudor
  • Alan — 14 Tudor
  • Lawrence — 22 Tudor
  • Gordon — 23 Greencroft
  • Kangsta — 35 Greencroft
  • Doug — 62 Lusging
  • Mrs. Williams — 35 (unclear)
  • John — 17 The Summit
  • Emma — 7 Hampstead
  • Jan — 53 Annesley
  • Sue — 1 Bell
  • Kathy — 28 Ilchester
  • Maz — 15 Knowsley
  • Conesta — 35 Greencroft
  • Margaret Quinn — 47 Rycroft
  • Chris Walsh — 62 Hampstead
  • Chris — 66 Hampstead
  • Paula — 8 Lucerne
  • Joyce — 11 Lucerne
  • Shelly Thomas — 20 Rudgrave
  • Angela — 25 Lancaster
  • Gordan — 75 Withers Ln
  • Mrs. Buely — 100 Urmson
  • Jackie — 77 Urmson

2 February 1999 – 9 February 1999

Written 3 February, about the night before: “Last night we had tea at the McKee’s again. It was a great dinner but afterwards, Carol, her mother, Elder Mueller, and I had a great conversation. I don’t remember all what about, but it was great.”

2 February 1999 – Elder Harris walking below promenade at New Brighton, Merseyside

Also that day: “We taught David Evans today. He is really intellectualizing all of it. I tried to explain it to him that way. The same was to Bridgette a couple of nights ago.”

Also that day: “Earlier today, we went to the Ryan’s. She took us to another house and wanted us to bless it. It has Poltergeists. Those are ghosts that move things. She showed us the rooms with the problems and when we walked in, it was so cold. I jumped when I walked in the room. Weird noises, weird feelings. I prayed, Elder Harris blessed it. I hope we did it right. We don’t have anything written on how we are supposed to do it. I felt better afterwards. Sister Ryan and the two of us talked for quite some time. We had tea at the Annals. It was a riot. It was absolutely great. They are a wonderful family.”

This was Mike and Liz Ryan.

Reading the letters I sent home to family, there is more detail there too. The first time we blessed the home, nothing happened. It went even more cold. Like they were staring at us. The second time we blessed the home, it was confrontational. Like they were staring us down and snickering at us. The last time we prayed again before we blessed the home. This time, everything was different. The light and warmth came back into the room and we were at peace. But after the second time, we were afraid and had to huddle in prayer before trying yet again. Very humbling.

4 February, I wrote: “I just realized that today is the day dad gets sealed to his parents in the Ogden Temple. A joyous day indeed. I believe that on the 7th Bud [Lloyd] gets the Priesthood. What joy and happiness have come into this family. I can say I had a small part in it. My joy will be full when mom comes around. We have all tasted such sorrow and bitter. Dad’s patriarchal states he will be sealed in the temple yet in this life.”

“My family, wife on down will be a eternal family. My children shall know the gospel and its divinity.”

“Bud and grandma will be sealed later this month or in March. Another outstanding year this will be. As was last, a year for the books.”

“President talked to me and gave some words and advice. He is most definitely a servant of the Lord. He told me that it is too bad we can’t put the head of a 40 year old on that of a 19 year old. But, we can’t so let them learn. Some are further than others.”

“He commented on the repentance process. We talked about rules, but a higher law. He commented on individuals not the law. The Lord cares on serving others, not keeping rules for self. Try to lead (live) the laws but put others first. He commented on sanctification and working towards perfection. Oh what joy. Righteous people invigorate and energize the soul. Follow the Spirit. It is so enlightening. You learn so much more on watching and seeing how it relates to the gospel. All things apply. Everything is of a spiritual sense. Such excitement in Christ.”

5 February, I wrote: “Yesterday was a phenomenal day for the Moreton Ward.”

“We had tea at the wises. It was good. Chips, pork, beans, with rhubarb crumble. We left the Wise’s and went to Jackie Brooks. There we all talked and had a really good time for a half hour. There were 8 people in the room, all of baptismal age. We Built Relationships of Trust and moved into the discussion. The Spirit was strong. Four of the Eight agreed to baptism and I believe all the other 4 will too. One of the 4 is Robert Topham’s son, Robbie Williams. I think he will come around. Alex, a friend of Cassie (one of Jackies) wants a book and I believe she will committ. Jackie didn’t say yes or no. The four committed are Jackie’s 4, Cassie, Rebecca, Gary, Mike. Jackie will if all four of her children do. Jackie’s friend Angela will too I believe and have faith in. Angela’s husband stole her book and is reading it. Angela has 5 children. I don’t know anything about Alex’s family, she could be the key there. Robbie + Robert could be the key to Robbie’s family. Robbie was amazed that it was Elder Harris and I that converted his father. It is a small world. Overall we are moving toward the goal…on the mission. This is a good start. All praise to God. What a privilege to be an instrument and in this work.”

Also that day: “We have been invited to teach at a mothers meeting at St. Joseph’s. If we can get the Spirit there and teach, this could swing a gate wide open. If one or two listen at the meeting today, it will be worth it. I hope so much we can see this to come to pass. I can hope so much that if this is a trap, we can still hold the honor and respect and catch them. All will go fine.”

“Oh, and a thing about Jackie Brooks. I had a ton of incidences there that I have seen before, de ja vous as they call it, but I can’t spell it. It is right we teach her. It is all so exciting. In my interview with President Stucki yesterday he commented, you watch the pennies and the dollars will take care of themselves. Take care of the details and there will be no problems.”

7 February, I wrote: “I have come to see that evil spirits exist so much more than ever expected. I am so grateful for the Priesthood and to be able to force them to leave but they must not return. What a blessing. The story of Elders in Barrow and having to cast out evil spirits. They did it wrong and they could hear all the laughter at them. Finally they got it right.”

“Sister Liz Ryan is great. The Ryan’s and I get along great.”

Writing on the 7th about the day before: “We taught the Brooks family and taught them a 3rd yesterday. We went bowling (10 pin) after. We had two games. I did horrible. Didn’t even break 100 either game. They are a great family. We had fun. We picked up the other Elders and went to tea at the Hankins. Elder Mueller and I ate there.”

“We taught Bridgett the rest of the 4th with Catchya. They refuse to live the law of chastity. We found out they are bi-sexual. We visited Fraziers and came home.”

7 February, I wrote: “Today I have to admit was a day full of new and exciting things. I awoke and read about 1/3 of 2 Nephi. Such exciting things in there. So much to be applied. It is definitely written for our day. Elder Mueller and I left. We walked Gayna, Irene, and Clinton all to church. It took a while but we arrived. The Moreton Ward had a full house today. It was good to see Jackie Brooks and all of her family there. It was fast and testimony meeting today. I got to bear my testimony. I love this church so much. I know it is true.”

“Gospel Principles was taught by Elder Mueller and I. It was great.”

“After was Priesthood… Mind maps. I never knew they existed… I use mind maps and associative reasoning all the time. Roy McKee is a genius. Oh, howe everything makes sense… Mind maps only work for the person who makes them.”

“Cliff Roberts constantly impresses me. He isn’t one of the Nephites but he might as well be. Priesthood was phenomenal. Robert Topham got the Aaronic Priesthood as a Priest. That was good too.”

“After, E Mueller and I walked Gayna and Clinton home. Gayna and I had a really good conversation.”

“E Mueller and I went to Clinton’s to offer his mom the Sacrament. She kicked out Clinton last Sunday. He has been living in a wayward home… We comforted her and went to tea.”

“We had a good tea at Jackie’s. We taught Jaime the 3rd. After we left and went to Gregory’s. We gave them the Sacrament. We were there about half an hour. After we went to the Wilson’s. We sat there and talked a while… Sister Wilson commented on Elder Mueller and my lesson. She said she really enjoyed it. I love the Spirit so much… Oh, Elizabeth Wilson has changed so much since I first got here. The gospel makes such a difference in peoples lives… We left there and went to Jones’. At Jones’ we had a good conversation with Moe and the family. Kelly is the one in love with Donny Osmond. She is a really good girl… After we came home.”

This entry also marks the end of Journal #5. Some closing quotes I’d recorded at the end of that journal:

“You can’t be brave if you’ve only had wonderful things happen to you.” — Mary Tyler Moore

“We are all in the gutter, but some of us are looking at the stars.” — Oscar Wilde (spoken by the character Lord Darlington, Act III of Lady Windermere’s Fan)

“Wisdom is knowing who you are. Once you know who you are, the rest just follows right after.” — Pam, in Saturday’s Warrior

“What you get in the Hereafter, depends on what you’re after here.”

“Keep your eye on the whole forest, not just the trees.”

9 February marks the first entry of Journal #6, which opens with a quote given to me by Tanya McKee:

“The gift of the Holy Ghost quickens all the intellectual faculties, increases, enlarges, expands, and purifies all the natural passions and affections, and adapts them, by the gift of wisdom, to their lawful use. It inspires, develops, cultivates, and matures all the fine-toned sympathies, joys, tastes, kindred feelings, and affections of our nature. It inspires virtue, kindness, goodness, tenderness, gentleness, and charity. It develops beauty of person, form and features. It tends to health, vigor, animation, and social feeling. It invigorates all the faculties of the physical and intellectual man. It strengthens and gives tone to the nerves. In short, it is, as it were, marrow to the bone, joy to the heart, light to the eyes, music to the ears, and life to the whole being.” — Parley P. Pratt, Key to the Science of Theology

I was very moved by it, kept it, and quoted from it the rest of my mission.

10 February, writing about Monday’s P-day, I recorded: “We went and played Squash for 2 hours that I loved. I played so hard my face went bright red. Now, every muscle in my body is sore. It was really good exercise. We played 2 on 2 which was an absolute riot. We went and got our groceries at ASDA and come home and showered – changed. We went to Birkenhead and looked around the market. It is just that, a ton of merchants have little shops up where you can by just about anything. We went and got fish and chips down by the bowling alley and promenade. We played some pool after too. My personal favorite is air hockey. We come back to the flat and I wrote my letters.”

“We got ready and Elder Harris and I went to Jackie Brooks. We talked for quite a while and and gave the 4th discussion. It went really well… But time went on and we got a story where Carrie had a dream a couple of months ago where she dreamed I had tried to kill her. Then they got out how they knew their were spirits in the house. One with dreams and visions that were not inspired of God. Another where Jackie’s ex-husband had a visitation and other stuff. Even Jackie didn’t think they were alone. Many people had also died in the home, all by heart attacks. I’ll bet it had to do with fright. One person hung themselves in the attic. Mike, the boy, has problems where he jumps up, does something, and returns to normal. He cut off his mother’s finger once, broke her toes, took a golf club to his sister, beats his head to a bloody pulp and sits down like nothing happened. Best of all, when asked why, he says, ‘God told him to.’ First thing that popped into my head was Moses 1:19. That is where Satan tries to deceive Moses and says he is God. I explained that verse and I was enveloped by a feeling of evil. I knew I was okay but what about them. I continued with the feeling that was so strong. I kept catching things out of the corner of my eye in the back room. I could tell something was there. We kept talking, I explained the blessing on the Ryans neighbors, I also explained on how baptism brought the Holy Ghost which would protect them from such events in the future. I kept catching glimpses of someone in the back room and when I would look, I couldn’t see them. We brought Bobbie to be there as a fellowshipper and because of his son Robbie who was there. We had to leave because we needed to get in. We left. I felt so sorry for that family because of experiences I had exactly like that when I was real young. Bobbie informed us right on the street before we parted. He told us of a gift he had to see Spirits. He told us there was someone back there. I wasn’t just imagining. That made missionary work so much more important to me. I have another mission, not only to convert, but to free from the bands of Satan’s army… I told [Elder Harris], ‘if we are real, so are they.’”

I have more I can share regarding this story. It is still vivid in my mind all these years later.

Below is a map of every home we visited, taught, or contacted that week, pulled from the Teaching Pool, Less Active list, Finding Pool, and Contacts recorded on the back of that week’s planner page.

Teaching appointments from 2 February 1999 to 8 February 1999

Teaching Pool

  • David Evans — 7 Annesley
  • Malcolm Patterson — 20 Lancaster
  • Jamie Laing — 102 Anlew

Less Active

  • Sheryl — 2 Keswick
  • Adam — (no address)
  • Elizabeth — 30 Kinnard
  • Cooles — (no address)

Finding Pool

  • Chris — 7 Devereux
  • Pam — 81 Urmson
  • Roy — 78 Urmson
  • Jackie — 77 Urmson
  • Angela — (no address)
  • Stan & Helen — 42 Hampstead
  • Veronica — 60 Harvest
  • Olive — 26 Lucerne
  • Kevin — 31 Dalmorton
  • Paul — 17 Dalmorton
  • Cain — (no address)
  • Frieda — Lincoln
  • Ian — 4 Warwick

Contacts

  • Becky — 7 Littledale
  • Tony — 40 Buchanan
  • Mrs. Stevenson — 26 Eastcroft
  • Emma — 7 Hampstead
  • John — 17 Summit
  • Mrs. Williams — 35 Marlowe
  • Kangsta — 35 Greencroft
  • Gordon — 23 Greencroft
  • Daisy — 22 Beach
  • Gena — 4 York
  • (unnamed) — 3 Rivington
  • Dave — 32 Barrington
  • Julie — 17 Mossy Bank
  • John — 1 Mossy Bank

9 February 1999 – 16 February 1999

Written 13 February about Wednesday (10 February), I recorded: “Wednesday, I spent the day with Elder Mueller. We didn’t have that much time in our area. We tracted a road in New Brighton and then went to Elder Mueller’s area. We did really quite well. We ran out of Book of Mormon’s. We taught some good people. Mueller and I had tea at Counsells. It was sweet and sour curry on rice. It was so good. Bishop and I had a really good conversation. We were there for two hours and really all of it was at the dinner table. It was a great conversation.”

Also written on the 13th, about Thursday (11 February): “One thing I remember is we met E. Lewis + E Mueller at the Billington’s. E Mueller and I went to the Ried’s for tea. …what an honor to be there. …cornbeef hash and beans, it was a sacrifice for them. That little girl told us how much she loves Elders and Jesus and Joseph Smith. …What an honor to eat in the home of such righteous people.” This was Judith and Tony Reid.

13 February, writing about the day before (Friday, 12 February), I recorded: “Yesterday was a great day. I loved all the time I had with Elder Olson. Elder Harris went with Elder Meehan to Altrincham so I got E. Olson till 2:00. We went down along the promenade and we just had a blast. We taught 4 and gave away 3 BOM. …Not only that, we fellowshipped 2 new-members, did two call-backs…and scheduled 2nd discussions, and got a few more call-backs. …The best thing, Elder Olson and I enjoyed it. We weren’t racing all over and even stopped to sit and talk a couple of times. We just had good conversations on how we could be better missionaries. We got out our gripes which was good. I did my complaining and he did his about our trainers. I am so excited for the work once again. Gayna even enjoyed Elder Olson. She commented on the temple made everything better for her. She said she felt much better after it.”

“I wish everyone understood how great this is. They wouldn’t take things so lightly, the would find less worldly fun. …My joy is full beyond measure. I can say I know god lives with full truth.”

On 13 February I wrote: “We have assembled for our weekly DDM. I am glad to have this opportunity to learn and see other people views. I learn so much, as I hope other people do at these DDM’s. The Spirit is so exciting.”

14 February I wrote: “We are now in church having a great feast. There was a talk on the divinity of our leaders. That is so true. It was good. She commented that we should always follow our leaders in the Spirit in which they acted. I think so many times that is forgotten.”

“We are now in gospel essentials talking on the Word of Wisdom. The Word of Wisdom is obviously inspired. It is hard for people. If people find the Spirit they can overcome it, the Lord will help us. Why do people always ask what is wrong with tea. It is a commandment from the Lord. It might be caffiene, tannin acid, or anything else, it is a commandment. Joseph Smith was a prophet of God. Don’t worry about decaffinated, just avoid all appearance of evil. Be an example. We are to eat healthy wholesome food. That is so true. There is a path, straight and narrow. Eat meat, but don’t eat alot or don’t eat it at all.”

“Gayna, just come in and told me that Elder Harris + Elder Mueller just went to the hospital. She thinks he broke his ankle. I hope not…”

“Priesthood now. Brother Pitt is teaching the lesson looks really good. But the soul that receives and relishes truth, the more noble a soul, the more noble, the more responsible and Christlike is the person overall.”

“We got to Arrow Park Hospital. Elder Harris leg or ankle was just sprained. Nothing serious.”

“We come back and went to Elizabeth’s after. We talked with her and she wanted a blessing. Elder Lewis gave her that. We come home and Elder Harris burn a pair of pants on the 18 month anniversary.”

15 February, in the evening, I wrote: “I am so excited for the next two years of my life. I am so happy to have a reconfirmation of the divinity of this church. I feel so calmed and serene. We left to go teach at the Brooks. We taught the 6th discussion. It went really well. I will hurry and learn and memorize the discussions. I feel so dumb looking out of the book. Oh well. Carrie + Michael we will baptize on Thursday, go to the temple on Friday, go bowling on Saturday, and confirm them on Sunday. It will be a busy week for them. I pray the Spirit will touch Jackie…, Rebecca and Gary. They are meeting alot of opposition. I hope things go better. I love this work.”

Below is a map of every home we visited, taught, or contacted that week, pulled from the Teaching Pool, Less Active list, Finding Pool, and Contacts recorded on the back of that week’s planner page.

Teaching appointments from 9 February 1999 to 15 February 1999

Teaching Pool

  • David Evans — 7 Annesley
  • Jamie Laing — 102 Curlew Way
  • Brooks — 77 Urmson

Less Active

  • Sheryl — 2 Keswick
  • Elizabeth — 30 Kinnard
  • Joe Wadron — 7 Hertford
  • Annal — (phone number only)

Finding Pool

  • Julie & Emma — 17 Mossy Bank
  • Mark Story — 11 Mossy Bank
  • Ron Cullinan — 20 Withington
  • Irene Lewis — 6 King
  • Frieda — Lincoln
  • Pam — 17 Dalmorton
  • Olive — 26 Lucerne
  • Stan & Helen — 42 Hampstead
  • Roy — 78 Urmson
  • Pam — 81 Urmson
  • Margaret — 42 Rycroft

Contacts

  • John Taylor — 1 Mossy Bank
  • Jaime — 40 Rivington
  • Gina — 2 York
  • Conesta — 35 Greencroft
  • Gordan — 23 Greencroft
  • Emma — 7 Hampstead
  • Becky — 7 Littledale
  • Tony — 40 Buchanan
  • Mrs. Williams — 35 Marlowe
  • Mrs. Stevenson — 26 Eastcroft
  • Laura — 5 Straughough
  • Scott — 46 Massey Park
  • Sue — 8 Keswick
  • Sue — 2 Holland
  • Cola — 33 Grosvenor
  • Dorothy — 44 Bell
  • Graham / Blu / Stewart / Chubb — 9 Demesne
  • (unnamed) — 10 Norwood
  • Mrs. Latham — 28 Seaview
  • John — 90 Greenwood
  • Alice — 83 King
  • Mrs. Parsons — 112 Rake Lane
  • Helen — 14 Longlane
  • Edward — 8 Arkle

16 February 1999 – 21 February 1999

16 February, I wrote: “This morning has been short and cold. Elder Mueller + I went out and taught but one. I just finished reading Gene R Cook’s book Receiving Answers to Our Prayers. It is a great book. Didn’t go into detail like I wished it to but I did learn from it.”

17 February, I wrote: “We are moving and assembling here in Birkenhead once again for Zone Conference. It doesn’t seem possible that I have been here for 2 months already. I hope I have one more month here in Moreton. I am so amazed at how full my joy is. It continues to grow and my bliss is complete. What more can I ask for. …I am so glad to be a part of this work. I am working on self-actualization in hope of becoming a better person. To be a blessing to everyone I come in contact to. I need to accept everyone for who they are and then will they change to become better. Love them is so important.”

“There will be an Easter Media Campaign.”

“Such a spiritual high today.”

“We blessed Gayna’s house. I did it and had the worst time.”

“They sent Elder Mueller + I out quite a bit. We worked wonders. We had tea at the Annals. It was good. It is a riot over there. We taught 6 and gave away 3 BOM’s in but 2 hours.”

Around this time, I recorded a few quotes I’d been reading, including several from Stephen R. Covey’s The 7 Habits of Highly Effective People, which I finished around this stretch of the mission:

“The inside-out approach says that private victories precede public victories, that making and keeping promises to ourselves precedes making and keeping promises to others. It says it is futile to put personality ahead of character, to try to improve relationships with others before improving ourselves.” — Stephen R. Covey, The 7 Habits of Highly Effective People

“That which we obtain too easily, we esteem too lightly. It is dearness only which gives everything its value. Heaven knows how to put a proper price on its goods!!!!!!!!”

That line originates with Thomas Paine, from The American Crisis, No. 1 (1776) — written to rally the Continental Army during the darkest days of the Revolutionary War — but I most likely encountered it secondhand through Covey’s book, which I’d just finished reading around this time.

“Reactive people are affected by their physical environment. If the weather is good, they feel good. If it isn’t, it affects their attitude and their performance. Proactive people can carry their own weather with them. Whether it rains or shines makes no difference to them. They are value driven… People (proactive) are still influenced by external stimuli whether physical, social, or psychological. But their response to the stimuli, conscious or unconscious, is a value-based choice or response… It’s not what happens to us, but our response to what happens to us that hurts us.” — Stephen R. Covey, The 7 Habits of Highly Effective People, pp. 71–72

“In the great literature of all progressive, love is a verb. Reactive people make it a feeling. They’re driven by feelings… If our feelings control our actions, it is because we have abdicated our responsibility and impowered them to do so. Proactive people make love a verb. Love is something you do: the sacrifices you make, the giving of self, like a mother bringing a newborn into the world.” — Stephen R. Covey, The 7 Habits of Highly Effective People, p. 80

“What lies behind us and what lies before us are tiny matters compared to what lies within us.” — attributed to Oliver Wendell Holmes (as commonly cited, including in Covey’s book), though the line most likely originates with Henry Stanley Haskins in his 1940 book Meditations in Wall Street

“People can’t live with change if there’s not a changeless core inside them. They key to the ability to change is a changeless sense of who you are, what you are about, and what you value.” — Stephen R. Covey, The 7 Habits of Highly Effective People, p. 108

20 February, I wrote: “I cannot believe I haven’t written since Wednesday night. I have been so into the Covey book because I have to finish it before Monday. Elder Harris did break his ankle. We went back in and it was broken. Plus, I have been waiting on him for everything so that doesn’t give me much time. Also, we had a baptism last night which has made me a slave to ironing and planning things out.”

“Thursday we had tea at Wise’s and I enjoyed it. …We had tea and I went home teaching with Victor Wise to Enid Hill. Enid is a great lady. She is an author of like 10 books and she had a manuscript to another.”

“I was with Elder Mueller Friday so we taught some. We had tea at the Billington’s and headed to the baptism. I got to baptize Carrie Ana and Michael Raymond Brooks. The Spirit was great. I stepped into the water and it was as if someone else took over. It was cool. I really enjoyed it. Elder Harris had his cast so he couldn’t do it. I enjoyed and loved it.”

19 February 1999 – Baptism of Michael and Kerry Brooks at Birkenhead Chapel with Elder Harris and Jackie Brooks

I am confused after this entry. Mom is Jackie Brooks. Kids are Carrie/Kerry, Rebecca (Becky), Gary, and Michael. Here and now I thought I had baptized Kerry and Gary, but this entry has Carrie and Michael. M Brooks wrote in my journal about me baptizing him below. Kerry also wrote in my book and signed Kerry. Not sure how that translates to Carrie. Maybe some day I can locate one of the Brooks family and flesh this out. I have tried to find one, but no luck to this point. I understand Kerry is a nurse/doctor not far from home, maybe in Chester?

“Oh, we got transfers last night. I am headed to Hyde and will be companions with Elder Peters. I guess Elder Peters is an army like man who served on the Isle of Mann. That is what Elder Harris said, so this could be really interesting.”

“I heard we are going out to breakfast with the Brooks so I can hope.”

21 February, my last night in Moreton, I wrote: “This is my last night in Moreton. I transfer to Hyde in the morning. I feel times march.”

“It is nearly impossible to imagine 3 months passage. Time is an interesting concept. It is relative only to those who focus on it. When you focus on the principles and values we embrace, life is easier, more laid back, and time disappears. When dwelling in the Spirit, being nearer to light in mortality truly does make time + space loose its grasp. Today will be remembered. Another day of good-byes. Another passage of time.”

“We went to church. Sacrament was great. We confirmed Kerry Brooks and Michael Brooks. Mike got the Priesthood in Elders quorum. Such an outpouring of love towards us.”

“Many expressing love, gratitude, and shedding tears. We said good-bye to Bobby and he was in tears. He cried fowl and it isn’t fair. Leaving the Wilsons is a scene to not forget. I standing at the end of the walk, the moon high. Their silhouettes, saying good bye and shaking hands. The spirit of love and tears not seen but felt. Going to Gayna’s and saying good-bye. She gave me an old copy of the Book of Mormon. It is timeless. Having tea at Jackie’s one last time. Going to the Jones. A good typical of Sunday but marked by tears. These are the days of mortality.”

“I will miss John + Audry McKee, Liz & Mike Ryan, Roy & Carol; and Tanya McKee. Cliff Roberts. Such a great ward. Tomorrow is another era of new sights, sounds. A new life. Great things lie in the future. Miracles are awaiting.”

Below is a map of every home we visited, taught, or contacted that week, pulled from the Teaching Pool, Less Active list, Finding Pool, and Contacts recorded on the back of that week’s planner page.

Teaching appointments from 16 February 1999 to 22 February 1999

Teaching Pool

  • Brooks — 77 Urmson
  • Jaime — (phone number only)
  • David — 7 Annesley

Less Active

  • Joe — 7 Hertford
  • Elizabeth — 30 Kinnard

Finding Pool

  • Dave Keatley — 8 Holland
  • Sue — 8 Keswick
  • Pam — 81 Urmson
  • Roy — 78 Urmson
  • Paul — 17 Dalmorton
  • Ron — 20 Withington
  • Mark — 11 Mossy Bank
  • Julie — 17 Mossy Bank
  • Laura — 5 Straighbargh
  • Scott — 46 Massey Park
  • Sue/Dorothy — 44 Bell
  • Graham — 9 Demesne
  • John — 1 Mossy Bank
  • Irene — 6 King
  • Stan — 42 Hampstead
  • Margaret — 42 Rycroft

Contacts

  • Nice Lady — 24 Martins
  • Alice — 83 King
  • Sue — 2 Holland
  • John — 90 Greenwood
  • Helen — 14 Long Lane
  • Michelle — 14 Park
  • Emma — 7 Hampstead
  • Conesta — 35 Greencroft
  • Gina — 2 York
  • Jamie — 40 Rivington
  • Cola — 33 Grosvenor
  • Mrs. Parsons — 112 Rake Lane
  • Tracy — 4 Beechcroft
  • Tunde — 49 Grosvenor
  • Laura — 18B Ferryside
  • Dave — 12 Clarence
  • Pat — 16 Bulkeley
  • Domini — 9 Claughton
  • Mr. More — 10 Russell
20 February 1999 – Arcade, West Kirby, Merseyside
20 February 1999 – Elders Mueller, Ross, Harris, and Lewis by River Mersey
22 February 1999 – Transfer day from Moreton to Hyde, Elders Ross, Harris, Mueller, and Lewis

Farewell

In my journal I kept a number of notes people wrote me as I prepared to leave Moreton. I’ve included them here, exactly as written. Elizabeth Cosgrove, whose note is first below, is now married and known as Liz Murphy.

“Elder Ross, hey you – I love you. I’ll never forget you + though I’ll miss you – I’ll think of you often + smile. Remember Prayer? Just do it! Ether 12:6. Hey face a fear and the death of that fear is certain! When people get you down or your past catches up with you remember – ‘Why should I pay for a debt that I never owed’ – helps leave the baggage behind dude. Hope you keep in touch when you finish your mission. Goodbye, Good luck till we meet again. Elizabeth Cosgrove. Matthew 7:7 It’s true!”

“Ross, I’m gonna miss you man! you baptized me and blessed me with the holy Spirit from God and I’ll never forget you. You gave me a gift that no-one else ever could! Your influence on me is unimaginable. I’ll love you always. Kerry Brooks. P.S. Please don’t forget me.”

“Hey Ross, I hope you wont forget me I am gonna Have to try and Be good on my own now. I now I will miss you and I will still pray for you I hope I can see you when you go home and write me and tell me when you leave cause I will see ya off OK Rember you always Clinton”

“hey man, I was the first person you’ve ever babtized so I sure hope you will remember me because I’ll sure remember you. M. BROOKS”

“Elder Ross, I can’t believe that you’re going I don’t fee like I got to know you well enough. I’ll write though. Be prepared because you know what I’m like I’ll just rabbit on about David. You be sure to tell him how great I am! I’m so humble aren’t I? Anyway thanks for everything! Kelly Jones.”

“Dear Elder Ross, Time has gone so fast, (too fast). I have learnt so much from you in such a short time, and I know that what I have learnt, I will apply it to my life. You have strengthned my testimony a great deal. I am eternally grateful for you! Carry on progressing the way you have been and carry on towards your eternal goal. You are a wonderful person, and never let anybody try to change you! I know that the church is true, even though I have been sent some trials I still know its true. I am grateful that I have had a chance to return into the fold. I know that the lord lives, and through him I know that we can return to live with him in great glory, love and fulness of joy. Amen. Thank you Elder Ross. Keep well have fun and smile always. Love you! and miss you! Gaynor”

Gaynor Plimley and Elder Ross

Gaynor came to visit after the mission. I drove to Salt Lake and picked her up and brought her to Idaho. We went and traveled and visited around. Something happened in church on Sunday. I just remember she sat with my Dad and I ended up in the back doing the doors. She was upset that I didn’t sit with her in Sacrament. The rest of the trip was a bit strained after that. Haven’t heard from her since. I am not sure what happened or why, I am sad about it.

“To, Elder Ross. Thanks for being a friend and I really am Glad I got the chance to meet a Good elder – You’ve alot of people Happy as always – I wish you could of stayed longer – But you must move on. Anyway, Hopefully you’ll have a Good laugh as much as You had here. Keep Smiling and I’ll always remember you. Love Emma Hankin (moreton Ward)”

“To Elder Ross, I’l like to wish you good luck on your next misson you’re a good elder I’ll miss you alot I’ll keep reading the b.o.m. so I can try + be good see ya Ann-Marie”

“Elder Ross – Too bad your going so soon! I think you’re a great missionary w/ lots of potential. Keep up the singing – you sound really good but I know you think you’ve got far to go. Maybe you’re closer than you think. Look out for Chris Devaney + Tim Preston from Ashton Stake – they rock too. I’m trying to think of original things here. Hmm… focus. There, that’s original. See you in the spirit world, if not before. love Tanya McKee.”

I will note that I think I referred to Tanya as Tonya throughout my journal entries. Since she signed it Tanya, joke is on me for using Tonya the whole time while in Moreton.

“Elder Ross, I can’t believe we’re all leaving. Time goes way, way too fast on a mission. It seems like I just met you, but 2 months have Gone by that Fast. I Really am Glad that I Got to Meet you, you have opened my Eyes to somethings. Elder Ross, I want to tell you that you’re going to be a dang good missionary. You are here for the right reasons, and you will be an amazing asset to the EMM. I just want to thank you for all that you’ve done for me. You Really have taught me alot & Given me alot to think about. You have helped me Realize the importance of Sincerety seeking out the Truth. Thanks For Putting Up with me. I hope you Know that I think you’re a good man & have so much to offer the Lord’s Kingdom. I know that the Church is True. The Book of Mormon has so much to teach us & I know it’s true. I love this work & I love being able to serve with missionaries like you! I’m sure I’ll see ya again. Take care of yourself & Always Be Yourself. Love ya Man, Elder Nate Mueller.”

“Dear Elder Ross, Wow son what I say, it’s been an amazing experience, we saw many mighty miracles in this land of Moreton, it was hard at first, but it turned out so good, I loved our last month together, the Brooks family is so cool, I really love them, it was so good to see you baptize Mike and Carry and hear you confirm all those people, it was great. I hope you enjoyed our little greenie joke also, thanks for everything it’s been so good getting to know you, ha mate I know this church is true, it is the kingdom of god on earth and I love it, I love you too man and I do respect you, so no hard feelings ha man. Remember Alma 43:32 and 1 Nephi 20:18 it’s time to labor and our rightousness will be as the waves of the sea. Take care, ha I’ll see you in Idaho sometime but California is the best. Adios Brother. Love Elder Jeremy R Harris.”

President H. Bruce Stucki (1 December 1937 – 29 May 2019) served as President of the England Manchester Mission from 1997 to 1999. Just a few months after this entry, he was called as a General Authority Seventy at the April 1999 General Conference, serving in that capacity until 2006. He later served as President of the Las Vegas Nevada Temple from 2006 to 2009. As a boy, he once lost an arrow while hunting rabbits near his childhood home in Santa Clara, Utah; unable to find it, he knelt to pray, and said he saw it the moment he opened his eyes — the first of what he described as many times the Lord answered his prayers. He is survived by his wife, Cheryl Cox Stucki, and their family.

Lucin at 100-Year Mark

Another newspaper clipping from my Grandfather, Milo Ross. There is likely a story behind this for him, but I do not know what it is. You can see Grandpa’s handwriting and signature on it. It provides the date of 28 November 2003 from the Ogden Standard Examiner. It marked the 100th anniversary of the dedication of the Lucin Cutoff, the railroad engineering triumph that sliced across the Great Salt Lake and rewrote the map of transportation in the American West.

Milo was eighty-two years old when he clipped it. He wrote three things on it in his careful hand: his name, the date, and a small commentary on the photograph. The photograph was a reproduction of an old postcard — a locomotive steaming across open water on a trestle of wooden piles, captioned “Lucin Cut-off, Great Salt Lake, on line of Southern Pacific R.R.” Beside it Milo wrote: “The change of life. Today. Land filled.”

He had lived through both eras — the trestle and the causeway that replaced it. For Milo, this was not history. It was a landscape he had watched transform within his own lifetime.

The Engineering Miracle of Its Time

The article Milo clipped was written by Antone Clark for the Standard-Examiner. It opened this way:

Standard-Examiner, 28 November 2003 — Page 1

It was the modern miracle of its time.

This month marks the 100-year anniversary of the dedication of the Lucin Cutoff, a railroad route that changed the face of transportation in early Utah. It was a shortcut that traversed the Great Salt Lake and spawned one of the engineering wonders of the era.

On Nov. 26, 1903, the first major rail line across the lake was dedicated, completing an epic project that took 3,000 men more than three years to complete. Historians differ on the cost of the project but estimates range from $4.5 million to $8 million.

Regardless of the cost, it was a massive undertaking. The project involved laying 103 miles of new track between Ogden and Lucin (on the Utah/Nevada border), including more than 11 miles of wooden trestle across the Great Salt Lake. The project also involved building up miles of rock and gravel through shallow lake brine in what would become a precursor to the causeway that now connects Davis County to Antelope Island.

Started in February 1902, the cutoff chopped 43 hard miles off a difficult route through the Top of Utah, taking railroad cars across the lake instead of through tough mountain passes. It officially signaled the end of rail through Promontory Summit, site of the driving of the golden spike in 1869.

“It was significant in that it was one of the incredible engineering marvels of the world,” author David Peterson said of the cutoff. Peterson spent seven years researching the cutoff for his book “Tale of the Lucin, A Boat, A Railroad, and the Great Salt Lake.”

“The reason it didn’t go down in history as more of a feat is that the railroad was going to great lengths to quiet it down,” Peterson said. Safety concerns prompted that, he said.

The article continued on an inside page:

Standard-Examiner, 28 November 2003 — Page 2

The trestle was built of what was described as a “perfect forest of piles,” amounting to millions of timbers, most of them from Oregon. The immensity of effort resulted in an army of workers, an almost endless parade of dump rail cars and the use of 25 huge pile drivers.

Engineering challenges were compounded by trying to get fill in the lake’s bottom to settle. It was common for engineers to dump fill, only to see it sink below the water’s surface later. At one spot along the cutoff alone, more than 70,000 train-car loads of fill were used. That led to use of the trestle through a portion of the cutoff.

Even when it was completed, the problems of a sinking lake bottom did not quickly go away. In some cases, Peterson said it was not uncommon to see the trestle sink as much as 10 feet in an hour. That problem was one reason the railroad did not more widely publicize its engineering marvel. It also delayed its heavy use. The Lucin Cutoff wasn’t officially opened until Jan. 1, 1905.

Crossing the lake was an idea that early railroad engineers had considered, but cast aside as too far-fetched.

“The idea then was almost chimerical. There was neither the genius in finance bold enough to undertake such a stupendous work, nor the traffic to warrant such expenditure. It may be doubted, too, if there was engineering faith equal to the task,” the late Oscar King Davis wrote of the idea of crossing the Great Salt Lake by rail.

Time and circumstances gave more than pause to the possibility. At the beginning of the 20th century, an increasing bottleneck in rail service in the Top of Utah made the project a possibility worth the money and the undertaking.

Keyed by the vision of William Hood, Southern Pacific’s chief engineer, and the money of Edward Harriman, the project became a reality in almost warp speed for the time.

Peterson said a couple of factors changed at the turn of the century, opening the way for the project. First, improved technology brought the steam shovel into use and the attitude of railroad officials had changed.

“The engineers of that time were real aggressive. They were looking to make a name for themselves and do incredible things. It was fun,” Peterson said of the time.

Don Strack, a Utah rail historian, said the cutoff helped save an average 24 hours of transit time for Southern Pacific [and] eliminated the need for helper locomotives to traverse Utah’s mountains, increasing efficiency and profit.

The trestle remained a fixture in the lake until the 1950s when Southern Pacific decided to replace the trestle with a solid fill causeway. The causeway, built parallel to the trestle, was started in 1955 and ready for use in 1959.

The trestle’s lumber found life long after the span was out of use. Salvage of the trestle resulted in lumber being sold to numerous ventures. Several Utah businesses boast of Douglas fir from the span as part of their structures, including the Lodge at Soldier Hollow and the Desert Pearl Inn in Zion National Park. One furniture maker, ironically named Trestlewood Furniture, also claims to have used the salvage lumber in building outdoor furniture.

What It Replaced

To understand the Cutoff, you have to understand what it displaced.

The First Transcontinental Railroad had been completed at Promontory Summit on 10 May 1869 with the driving of the golden spike. The route celebrated followed a circuitous path around the north end of the lake — steep, winding, and punishing on equipment. The original alignment from Ogden to Lucin stretched 146 miles and climbed to an elevation of 700 feet above the lake.

When Edward H. Harriman took control of the Southern Pacific Railroad in 1901, he initiated an improvement campaign that included the construction of the Lucin Cutoff. The existing run between the two northern Utah cities was among the least efficient parts of the First Transcontinental Railroad, involving a 1,515-foot winding climb over Promontory Point north of the Great Salt Lake.

The Lucin Cutoff made that route obsolete. Trains that had once gone north through Promontory Summit simply stopped going there. The human cost of that rerouting fell on the communities along the old alignment — Kelton, Terrace, Watercress, and the other small settlements that had grown up along the original transcontinental corridor. Without through traffic, they withered.

The savings in time and operating cost for Southern Pacific were immediate and measurable. The Cutoff reduced transit time by an average of 24 hours and eliminated the need for helper locomotives over the mountain grades entirely.

The construction itself was a logistical achievement of the first order. Frederick M. Huchel, writing in the History of Box Elder County, described the scale of it: a 127-foot long, 22-foot wide steamer, The Promontory, carried supplies and assisted with construction work on the lake. Construction occurred simultaneously at both sides of the lake and both sides of Promontory Point in the middle. Workers drove five piles every fifteen feet, in bents of five piles each for the main roadway. A good day’s work for a pile driver crew was seventy-five piles — five bents. Men worked in ten-hour shifts, day and night, Sundays and holidays, housed in boarding-houses built on platforms raised on piles above the water. They paid four dollars a week for their board. No liquor was allowed; packages coming out to workers were searched, and anything found was confiscated.

In all, 38,256 trees were cut down to make piles for the great trestle — a forest of two square miles transplanted into Great Salt Lake. Two million board feet of redwood decking were used for the actual railbed. Just the portion of the trestle above the waterline contained enough wood to lay a boardwalk four feet wide from Boston to Buffalo.

The lakebed offered no easy foundation. It ranged in hardness from gypsum-crusted sections so hard that pile-drivers could not force a timber through, to places where the bottom was more than fifty feet of soft mud where single piles disappeared out of sight and had to be spliced, lashed, and braced together. On 24 March 1903 a trial run ended with a locomotive sitting in two feet of water, still on its rails, after an embankment settled beneath it.

Freight trains began using the cutoff on 6 March 1904 and passenger trains began crossing six months later on 18 September 1904. But the Cutoff did not officially open for full service until 1 January 1905.

The Change of Life

Milo Ross was born on 4 February 1921, seventeen years after the trestle opened. As a young man he worked the winter salt harvest at Promontory with his uncle Ed Sharp — shoveling in ten-hour shifts at the edge of the lake, in the country the Cutoff had transformed. He knew the trestle world, or its near memory. The trains of his youth crossed the lake on wood and water.

Then, in the 1950s, it changed. Southern Pacific decided to replace the trestle with a solid fill causeway. The causeway was built parallel to the old trestle, started in 1955 and ready for use in 1959, at a cost of $50 million. The earthen causeway, nearly 12 miles long, effectively divided the lake in two — a consequence that would reshape the ecology of the Great Salt Lake for generations. The two original culverts were closed by Union Pacific in 2012 and 2013 due to concerns over the sinking of the causeway into the lakebed, and a new 180-foot culvert and bridge were opened on 1 December 2016.

The trestle’s lumber did not go to waste. Trestlewood Furniture — named with some irony — salvaged and marketed the old Douglas fir. In 1993 an Idaho construction firm purchased rights to the Cutoff and has been salvaging, remanufacturing, and marketing the wood ever since. Pieces of that forest of piles, hauled from Oregon and driven into the bed of the Great Salt Lake at the turn of the twentieth century, ended up in a lodge at Soldier Hollow and a hotel in Zion National Park.

Milo clipped the centennial article in the autumn of 2003. He wrote his name at the top. He wrote the date. And beside the old postcard of the locomotive on the trestle, he wrote: “The change of life. Today. Land filled.”

Three phrases. The trestle he had known. The causeway that replaced it. The landscape, permanently altered. He had watched it all happen.


The Standard-Examiner articles from 28 November 2003 were written by Antone Clark and are reproduced here for family historical purposes. Additional historical context drawn from Frederick M. Huchel’s essay in the History of Box Elder County (published at historytogo.utah.gov) and other public sources.

Sons of Joseph and Isabella Carlisle

Standing (l-r): Frank Carlisle, Harve Carlisle. Sitting: Fred Carlisle, Joe Carlisle, Jim Carlisle.

I thought I would share this photo because I have it and do not know how many others do. This is the five sons of Isabella Sharp and Joseph Carlisle. Isabella is the sister to my William Sharp, who I have written about previously at this link: Sharp-Bailey Wedding. Here are some of the details of the family, but I do not really know much more. They have a pretty large family with plenty of family historians so I will let them write the Carlisle history (which I know they have probably already done).

Joseph Carlisle was born 21 July 1826 in Sherwood on the Hill, Nottinghamshire, England and died 17 March 1912 in Millcreek, Salt Lake, Utah.

Isabella Sharp was born in December 1831 in Misson, Nottinghamshire, England and died 29 March 1904 in Millcreek, Salt Lake, Utah. Her christening record, dated January 1832, establishes 1831 as her birth year. Both her Deseret News obituary and the In Memoriam published at the time of her death recorded her birth date as 21 December 1832 — the year is contradicted by the christening record, and whether the day was the 21st or 22nd remains to be confirmed by further research. Her parents were Thomas Sharp and Elizabeth Cartwright Sharp. If you search her brother, mentioned above, you can read more about her parents and family.

Misson is a small village and civil parish in Nottinghamshire, England, situated on the River Idle approximately one and a half miles from the Yorkshire boundary and three miles east-northeast of Bawtry. The village’s ancient name appears in historical records as “Mysen” or “Misne,” both of Danish origin, suggesting the area was first settled by Danes who came up the Trent valley to Gainsborough and then followed the River Idle inland. Until 1886 the parish straddled the Nottinghamshire-Lincolnshire boundary, when it was ordered placed entirely within the Bassetlaw division of Nottinghamshire. It was in this quiet fenland village, near the meeting point of three counties, that Isabella Sharp was born.

The Sharp family emigrated to America aboard the ship James Pennell, which sailed from Liverpool on 2 October 1850 under the direction of Christopher Layton and William L. Cutler, carrying 291 Latter-day Saint passengers. After a difficult voyage that included a severe storm near the mouth of the Mississippi that disabled the ship and nearly exhausted the provisions on board, the James Pennell arrived at New Orleans on 23 November 1850. The passengers then continued up the Mississippi River to St. Louis, where they found employment and shelter for the winter. The passenger manifest confirms Elizabeth Cartwright Sharp (age 45), William Sharp (age 24), Isabella Sharp (age 19), Elizabeth Sharp (age 26), and James Sharp (age 10) all traveled together on this voyage. The account of the voyage is preserved at Saints by Sea.

Isabella’s mother, Elizabeth Cartwright Sharp, died in St. Louis on 17 February 1851, just months after their arrival. Isabella remained in St. Louis, was baptized into the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints, and married Joseph Carlisle there on 18 May 1853. That same month her brother William departed St. Louis with the Moses Clawson Company, arriving in Salt Lake Valley in September 1853. Joseph and Isabella followed, also traveling with the Moses Clawson Company, and settled first in Millcreek, Salt Lake County.

The Deseret News of 31 March 1904 reported her passing under the headline “Early Settler Dead: Mrs. Isabella S. Carlisle Goes the Way of All the Just.” The notice recorded that she was born in Misson, England, 21 December 1832, emigrated to Utah in 1851 [she arrived in America in November 1850 but did not reach Utah until September 1853], and passed away at her home in Mill Creek on Tuesday last after a well-spent life of nearly 72 years. She became a member of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints in 1850 and endured with patience and fortitude all the hardships incident to the settlement of these valleys. The funeral was held from the Mill Creek Ward house on Friday at 12 o’clock noon.

An In Memoriam published at the same time recorded that Sister Carlisle was one of the first to join the Relief Society when it was organized in the ward in 1863, and was a great support to it financially. She served as presiding teacher in the third district for twenty-one years, and as first counselor in the Primary Association, third district. She was honorably released by Bishop James C. Hamilton. The funeral was held at the Mill Creek Ward house, where a large concourse of friends met to pay their last respects, Bishop Hamilton presiding. She was interred in the Mill Creek Cemetery.

In December 1933, three of Isabella’s sons — Joseph R. Carlisle, James S. Carlisle, and Harvey C. Carlisle — wrote to LDS Church President Heber J. Grant requesting reinstatement by proxy of their Uncle William Sharp and his wife Mary Ann Sharp, who had been excommunicated from the Church on 31 January 1879. President Grant consented by letter dated 16 December 1933, authorizing proxy baptism and, if applicable, restoration of endowments and sealing through Elder George F. Richards, President of the Salt Lake Temple. The letter was addressed care of Mrs. James S. Thompson — confirming that Annie Thompson, whose 1957 history of Elizabeth Cartwright Sharp appears elsewhere on Sagacity, was the daughter of James S. Carlisle.

Joseph and Isabella were married 18 May 1853 in St. Louis, St. Louis, Missouri.

Joseph Richard Carlisle was born 19 December 1854 in Millcreek and died 2 April 1935 in Salt Lake City. He married Lily Naomi Titcomb 29 November 1883 in Salt Lake City in the Endowment House.

Isabella Jane Carlisle was born 12 April 1857 in Salt Lake City and died 1 April 1928 in Salt Lake City. She married Joseph William Walters 3 January 1875 in the Endowment House.

Thomas Matthew Carlisle was born 12 April 1857 in Salt Lake City and died 10 March 1869 in Millcreek.

James Sharp Carlisle was born 4 September 1859 in Millcreek and died 2 December 1938 in Millcreek. He married Keturah White 11 February 1885 in Logan, Cache, Utah in the Logan Temple.

Ezra Taylor Carlisle was born 14 August 1861 in Millcreek and died 12 February 1862 in Millcreek.

Elizabeth Ann Carlisle was born 24 November 1862 in Millcreek and died 6 November 1881 in Millcreek. She was engaged to marry John Calder Mackay and obviously died before that marriage could take place. On 21 December 1881 in St. George, Washington, Utah Isabella performed Elizabeth’s eternal ordinances in the St. George Temple. Isabella also stood in as proxy as Elizabeth was sealed to John Mackay, who accompanied Isabella to St. George.

William Frederick Carlisle was born 14 November 1864 in Millcreek and died 5 January 1922 in Millcreek. He married Sarah Ann Rogers 23 December 1897 in the Salt Lake Temple.

Harvey Cartwright Carlisle was born 22 September 1866 in Millcreek and died 3 July 1935 in Holladay, Salt Lake, Utah. He married Lucy Carline Cahoon 21 January 1891 in the Logan Temple. After her death he married Amelia Annie Towler 16 January 1901 in the Salt Lake Temple. After her death he married Emily Steven McDonald 19 July 1923 in the Salt Lake Temple.

Herbert Towle Carlisle was born 23 August 1868 in Millcreek and died 25 October 1870 in Millcreek.

Orman Carlisle was born 8 May 1871 in Millcreek and died 9 May 1871 in Millcreek.

Carrie Brown Carlisle was born 18 November 1872 in Millcreek and died 15 July 1873 in Millcreek.

Ether Franklin Carlisle was born 11 September 1873 in Millcreek and died 4 May 1915 in Salt Lake City. He married Maude Miller Harman 10 November 1897 in the Salt Lake Temple.

Rosamond Pearl Carlisle was born 29 July 1875 in Millcreek and died 13 June 1921 in Murray, Salt Lake, Utah. She married Uriah George Miller 19 February 1902 in the Salt Lake Temple.

The family certainly lost quite a few children. But all those who lived to marry did so in an LDS temple, or its equivalent at the time.

For more on the Sharp family and Plain City’s founding generation, see:

Sharp-Bailey Wedding — William Sharp and Mary Ann Bailey
Elizabeth Cartwright Sharp — Isabella’s mother, written by Annie Thompson
James Sharp — Isabella’s brother who remained in St. Louis
Early Settlers in Lehi, Utah, before Plain City, Utah — Wayne E. Clark’s research including William Sharp (no. 68)
History of Plain City — Plain City’s founding families

Ross Leslie Andra

Ross Andra as a small boy – 1940s

Ross Leslie Andra, my great-uncle, died on 20 June 2024 in Salt Lake City, Utah. He was 87 years old. He was one of the younger brothers of my Grandma, Colleen Mary Andra. Some family figures cast long shadows, Ross was one of those characters.

On 29 June 2024, the Cannon Ninth Ward meetinghouse on West 1400 South in Salt Lake City filled with people who had been touched by him. Some had worked alongside. Some had received a knock at the door late in the evening. Some simply remembered the jokes. Before Bishop Ted Maxwell called the meeting to order, it was clear that a certain kind of man had died — the kind the eulogists kept calling, with unfeigned sincerity, bigger than life.

I have shared many posts regarding the Andra family. Many of those that reference Ross are listed below, but many more deal with the broader Andra family. This post attempts to bring some of that documentation together as a tribute.

The Family

William and Golden in back, Sergene, Millie, Colleen, June standing, Donald, Larry, Bill, Dale, Mary, and Ross sitting.

The world Ross was born into had been built across two continents and three generations. His grandfather Friedrich Theodor Andra had been born in Rosswein, Saxony in 1867 and died in Meissen in 1902, when Ross’s father Bill was just four years old. Bill’s mother, Christiana Wilhelmina Knauke, brought the family to America. Bill arrived alone in May 1909 — at eleven years old you paid reduced passage; at twelve, full price — and went first to Fairview, Utah, then to Preston, Idaho, where a former missionary named George Wanner had helped convert the family in Germany. Bill worked the Wanner farm for seven years, at $18 a month rising to $30, milking twenty-four cows, doing any work he could get. He married George’s daughter, Mary Louise Wanner, in the Salt Lake Temple on 10 March 1920. Christiana Knauke Andra — Ross’s grandmother — lived until Christmas Day 1957 in Salt Lake City. She was still alive when Ross stepped onto the plane for missionary service in Brazil.

Mary Louise was equally remarkable. She had nursed flu victims during the 1918 epidemic, nearly became a professional jockey at the Logan County Fair, outran all the girls and most of the boys at school in Preston. She and Bill built their life in Depression-era conditions — $1,000 principal and $500 interest on the farm, with Bill digging basements and hauling gravel and taking sugar beets to the factory at $4 a ton to make the payments. Mary’s autobiography, written in November 1961, records it without complaint: “With the Lord’s help and a good wife and children, we paid for the farm.” Her garden in Preston was massive — flowers surrounding it, vegetables in rows — and beautiful enough that even a nine-year-old boy visiting with his grandmother noticed and remembered. Ross spent the rest of his life planting tomatoes wherever he could find a plot of dirt. He was his mother’s son.

Twelve children were born to Bill and Mary between 1920 and 1943. Two died young — Robert Lee on his first day in 1934, Dennis Willard in January 1945, four days after his third birthday, of an earache in the night. The ten who survived grew up in close quarters on the Preston farm, with the pranks you would expect from six boys and four sisters sharing a household. Ross and his brothers once tied a cow to their math teacher’s front door.

Don, Ross, Bill, Dale, and Larry Andra, Preston, Idaho – 1950s

23 January 1957

Ross Andra, Preston High T-shirt, backyard

Ross graduated from Preston High School in 1955. He spent two years at Utah State Agriculture College, then headed east with his brothers Donald and Golden to work construction on the St. Lawrence Seaway project in Massena, New York. Golden was a general foreman on the Eisenhower Lock — photographed in the project’s official records, named in the local newspaper. Donald met and married a woman in Hogansburg, New York. Ross told me stories about New York, though I cannot remember enough of them to share now. What I know is that the three brothers were there together, Idaho farm boys pouring concrete on one of the great infrastructure projects of the Eisenhower era, on the St. Lawrence River in the far north of New York State.

Then Ross came home and left again — this time for Brazil.

Ross Andra Missionary Farewell Program – 30 December 1956.

The missionary farewell program for Elder Ross Leslie Andra is dated Sunday, 30 December 1956, Preston First Ward Chapel, 7:30 p.m. The opening hymn was “I’ll Go Where You Want Me to Go.” His brother William Jr. — who had himself served in Mexico from 1941 to 1943, the first of the Andra brothers to go — spoke at the service. His brother Donald gave the benediction. Ross made his own remarks. Bishop W. Dean Palmer closed. The program reads: Elder Ross Leslie Andra leaves for Brazilian Mission, January 23, 1957.

I remember Ross telling a story. He had just returned home from his mission in Brazil and was sitting on the stand at Stake Conference with other returned missionaries. Apostle Joseph Fielding Smith was speaking at the pulpit. Elder Smith was speaking about being strictly honest with your fellow man. Elder Smith related a story that told of a guy who admitted to Elder Smith that he was not as honest as he should be. The irony of a man honestly confessing his inability to be honest struck a nerve with Ross. He got the giggles. Apparently he looked at someone else who also found the irony humorous and the laughter broke out and spread. Apparently Elder Smith turned around to look at them with a very unfavorable look. It only added to the giggles. Ross admitted it might have been his Brazilian sense of humor. He laughed even as he told me about the story.

Four years later — on 9 October 1960 — Ross stood at that same Preston First Ward pulpit as his farewell and spoke at the farewell for his younger brother Dale, who was leaving for the Western States Mission. The brothers sent each other off, one by one, into the world.

Ross served in Brazil from 1957 to 1959. He came home, enrolled at Brigham Young University, studied political science, speech education, and Portuguese, graduated with a Bachelor of Arts in 1964. But the most important thing that happened in Brazil was Adelaide.

Feliz Natal

Angela and Blas Gonzalez, Adelaide’s parents
Adelaide Gonzalez Carrenho, Brazil

Adelaide Gonzalez Carrenho — the daughter of Angela and Blas Gonzalez of Brazil — was a young woman of dark eyes and composed beauty when Ross encountered her. I seem to recall that he said they met on a trip back to Brazil after his mission. After he returned to BYU; they kept in contact across the distance. On 14 June 1963, in the Logan Utah Temple they were joined in the holy bonds of matrimony for time and for all eternity. The witnesses on the marriage certificate are William F. Andra Sr. and Dale Andra — Bill and Dale, father and brother, standing at the altar the day Ross married his Brazilian bride. A missionary friend named Phyllis Merrill, who had served in Brazil and become one of Adelaide’s closest friends, spent the wedding day interpreting for Adelaide as she went through the Logan Temple for the first time. (The wedding photograph, with full identification of those present, is available here. The marriage certificate is here.)

Ross & Adelaide Andra 1965 Christmas Card

That Christmas, Ross and Adelaide sent their wedding photograph to friends in Brazil as a holiday card.

His daughter Brenda captured it simply at the funeral: Ross had “a deep love for Brazil, its people and culture, and especially for his little Brazilian bride.” That love never left him. In his later years, when health prevented the overseas return mission he and Adelaide had always wanted, they served as local service missionaries to the Portuguese- and Spanish-speaking wards of the Salt Lake Valley, driving all around visiting families, making sure they had what they needed.

Ross and Adelaide Andra, SLC home, October 2022

The Working Life

Ross, Adelaide, Brenda Andra – August 1967

The career of Ross Andra resists a single title. High school teacher. Coach. Candyman. Small business owner. Appliance installer. Furniture mover. UPS driver. Medical courier. He was, as his friend Frederick Johnson insisted at the funeral, an entrepreneur — a man who believed in the American dream and in hard work and gumption as its instruments.

As the Candyman, he kept the vending machines stocked in his eldest daughter’s school teachers’ lounge, and he would sometimes appear at recess to distribute candy on the playground, which made Brenda quite popular with her classmates. As a business owner, he often took his son Carlos along to deliver and install appliances and move furniture, with the result that Carlos learned to load a truck with the systematic precision of a Tetris puzzle. He gave his youngest daughter Denise a tutorial in personal finance when she was struggling with debt; she paid everything off.

UPS company newsletter Big Idea, April 1976, Ross Andra is named as one of the drivers who helped get to 1,000 safe driving days
Ross Andra makes comments during breakfast held for drivers at Sambos

The April 1976 edition of the UPS company newsletter Big Idea photographed the Park City, Utah center — first in Utah to reach 1,000 safe driving days — and named Ross Andra in the front row. A separate photograph from the same period shows him standing at a drivers’ breakfast, mid-comment, captioned: “Driver Ross Andra makes comments during breakfast held for drivers at Sambos.” He drove a fully loaded truck the way most people drive a compact car, weaving through traffic with an ease that still astonished Frederick Johnson decades later. Before GPS, he had the entire I-15 corridor memorized. He was the GPS. In his later years, until age 84, he delivered blood and vital organs to medical facilities across Utah, Idaho, and Wyoming. He made people laugh the whole way.

Ross and Adelaide Andra

Ross the Boss

Judy, Dale, Mary, Bill, and Ross Andra, September 1962

Frederick Johnson — known as Freddy, or Frederico — spoke at the funeral. His father Ranley had worked weekends with Ross for years delivering and installing appliances, and when Frederico turned sixteen the interview for joining the operation was brief. “Frederico, you’re sixteen, right?” “Yeah, I’ll be sixteen at the end of —” “Frederico, you’re sixteen.” “Yes.” That was the interview.

Working with Ross, Johnson said, was better than television, even when it was miserable hard labor. His father would come home Saturdays with tears rolling down his face from laughing. The phone would ring — Ross, calling to debrief, mostly to replay the jokes that were played during the day.

Ross was a virtuoso practical joker. He favored ice dropped down the back of your shirt on hot summer deliveries. He perfected the screwdriver dropped at precisely the moment a man was bent double lifting something heavy. For years he carried a novelty ID with Elvis Presley’s photograph and produced it whenever anyone asked for identification — cashier, security guard, TSA agent. “That’s what drugs will do to you.” He once deployed it at a Salt Lake airport checkpoint around September 11th while escorting Johnson to his gate. Johnson nearly missed his plane.

But the parrot story is the finest. Ross’s family had long laughed about his famous account of being called back to the farmhouse by his mother — or so he thought — only to find a chicken calling his name. That story about a chicken that was loud enough and gave a distinct “Rawwwsss” more than once was confused for his mother calling for him. One afternoon, Johnson’s father came home from a delivery unable to speak from laughter. They had delivered a washer and dryer to an elderly woman’s home. Ross was in the basement doing the hookup. There was a parrot. Ross called up the stairs: “Is there a drain down here? We need to drain a little water.” The parrot said: What? Ross tried again. What? Is there a hole where the water goes? What? Ranley, upstairs, was quietly disintegrating and trying to hold in the laughter. Ross, red-faced and fully irritated, eventually came upstairs. When he saw Ranley’s face, he understood he had been duped by a parrot. Ranley laughed about it the whole rest of the day. The story became one of lore.

“It was rare,” Johnson said, “to get one on Ross. He always had the drop on you.” The parrot did it magnificently.

For all his irreverence — and Johnson named it plainly — there was something untouched by it. Ross never swore. He had code words and nicknames. But when it came to his faith and his testimony, Ross was always reverent. Bishop Maxwell put it simply at the close: Ross loved the scriptures. He loved the word of God. He loved Jesus Christ. And he brought that light into everything he did.

The Mission Couple

Ross and Adelaide Andra

Clay Celestino, who served as bishop of the Mountain Shadows Ward, offered a different angle. The Brazilian immigrant wards of Salt Lake City in the early 2010s were large and underserved — hundreds of families struggling with injury, poverty, paperwork, language. The Andras came as service missionaries between 2009 and 2015, and Celestino said plainly they were indispensable.

He remembered a specific night: 22 January 2013, 12:19 a.m. He sent an email. Eight minutes later, Ross replied: “Hi, Bishop. That’s no abuse at all to ask for the things you’re asking. That is the reason why we are serving a mission. We want to help our brothers and sisters the best way we can. Tomorrow I will make a few phone calls and I will provide you with the information you need.”

The list of those they helped, Celestino said, went on and on. And then, at nine in the evening, talking to Ross, you would find out he still had deliveries to make for his other job.

When the Andras were transferred unexpectedly in September 2013, Celestino read at the funeral the farewell letter he had written them at the time. He had copied the entire ward leadership. He thanked Ross for allowing him, as bishop, to concentrate on other responsibilities. “For that I will be eternally grateful to you and to Heavenly Father.” He asked them not to forget the ward. “We will not forget you.”

The Brothers

Bill, Ross, Mary, Dale, Larry Andra – late 1950s

Larry Andra — the last of the twelve, the youngest surviving child of Bill and Mary — gave the family prayer before the service and spoke as one of the main eulogists. He described the family with the dry affection of a man who has lived long enough to be the last one telling the stories.

William Jr. went first among the siblings, in 1992. Then June and Colleen in 1999, Golden in 2004, Sergene in 2013, Donald in 2016, Dale in 2021. At Dale’s funeral in August 2021 — three years before Ross’ — Ross was listed among the honorary pallbearers. By the time Ross died in June 2024, of the twelve children of Bill and Mary Andra, only Larry remained.

Dale’s funeral was held during the week of the annual Andra reunion. Larry noted that was Ross’s last reunion here on Earth. The reunions had been going since the children were young — Preston Fairgrounds, Logan Park, Lava Hot Springs, Wolcott Park by the Minidoka Dam, Richmond City Park, Riverdale, then wherever families could gather. I remember Bill Andra at those reunions. I remember the sly look that sometimes crossed Bill Andra’s face when he was about to tease someone. Ross had inherited that look too. You knew when a tease, joke, or prank was coming by the look on his face.

2010 Reunion: Ross, Donald, Larry, Sergene, Neil Anderson – 2010 Andra Reunion

The Close

I snapped this picture of Ross the last time I visited him, 23 December 2023 at his home.

Bishop Ted Maxwell had only known Ross since the COVID years. What he had seen was enough. In the final months, when Ross could no longer come to church, he called the bishop after every sacrament meeting to report on how it had gone and offer observations. The calls grew shorter, then stopped. Maxwell told himself at first that Ross must be doing better. He knew eventually that wasn’t it.

What Maxwell said at the close was simple and accurate: everyone in that congregation had either been served by Ross or served with him, because that was what his life was. Service. Whether bringing joy or bringing the gospel — it was the same motion, from the same source.

In December 2023, six months before he died, I visited Ross at home. He was lying in bed, largely unable to rise. At one point he reached up and lifted a framed composite portrait — all twelve Andra children, the photograph that had defined the family across seven decades of reunions — and held it up toward the light, pointing at the faces one by one. He knew every one of them.

April 2024, rehabilitation with granddaughter Onyx, after fighting infection – still Ross!

In April 2024, in a rehabilitation facility after fighting an infection, Ross raised both arms in a victory pose for Onyx beside him doing the same. Frederick Johnson had sworn he had only seen Ross lying down twice — that April and on his deathbed. Ross never stopped moving. He never stopped working. He never stopped bringing the light out.

On 20 June 2024, Ross Leslie Andra died peacefully in his Salt Lake City home with his wife Adelaide, his daughter Brenda, and his son Carlos at his side.

The funeral closed with “How Great Thou Art,” sung by Sister Annie Löwenthal. Then the pallbearers — Carlos Andra, Paul Ross, Larry Andra, Frederick Johnson, Tim Andra, Felipe Johnson, and Aron Hsiao — came to the front. The congregation rose. Ross Leslie Andra was carried out into the June light toward Valley View Memorial Park in West Valley City, Utah.

Frederick Johnson, who had lost his own father just two months before, had a last message. “Ross the Boss,” he said, “your life mattered a great deal to us and to me. You will not be forgotten. We’ll keep telling the jokes and passing them on.” Then, more quietly: “Say hi to Dad for me, Ross. Tell him we miss him too.”

Pallbearers at Valley View Memorial Park, West Valley City, Utah 29 June 2024. Brandon Porter, Paul Ross, Tim Andra, Carlos Andra, Felipe Johnson, Fredrick Johnson, Aron Hsiao

Ross is survived by his wife, Adelaide; his daughter Brenda (Layton) Wagner; his son Carlos (Melanie) Andra; his daughter Denise Andra; his grandson Brandon (Danika) Porter; his granddaughter Onyx Andra; his great-grandchildren Tilia, Zeke, and Sevi Porter; and his brother Larry (Barbara) Andra.

The full funeral service for Ross Leslie Andra, held 29 June 2024 at the Cannon Ninth Ward in Salt Lake City, was livestreamed and remains available to view at https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=y1qDOIbls5Q.


Sagacity posts referenced in this article: Ross & Adelaide Andra Wedding · Andra Marriage Certificate · William Fredrick Andra Autobiography · Mary Louise Wanner Andra Autobiography · Donald Wanner Andra · William Fredrick Andra Jr · Sergene Andra Sorenson Jensen · Robert Lee and Dennis Willard Andra · Memories of Great Grandpa and Grandma Andra · 1976 Andra Reunion · Eisenhower Lock · Dapper Dan · Andra Family Photos

Funeral Service Transcript

Ross Leslie Andra

2 December 1936 – 20 June 2024

29 June 2024, 11:00 AM MDT

LDS Church, Cannon 9th Ward (Glendale Ward)

1250 W 1400 S, Salt Lake City, Utah 84104

Note: This transcript was generated from auto-captions and has been edited for readability. Musical interludes, unintelligible passages, and pre-service ambient audio have been omitted or noted. Speaker attributions are based on self-introduction within the service.

Opening of Service

Conducting — Bishop Ted Maxwell

You may be seated. Welcome, everyone, this morning to the funeral for Ross Andra. My name is Ted Maxwell; I’m the bishop of the Cannon Ninth Ward, where the Andras have been living. I’ll be conducting today. On the stand we have President Ingersol from our stake, who is presiding. We’re so grateful to have you all here on this fine, wonderful morning to celebrate the life of Ross Leslie Andra.

We will begin by singing ‘I Believe in Christ,’ Hymn Number 134. Our pianist will be Arlene Lenthal, and the chorister will be Anda, an in-law. After which we will have an invocation by Carlos Andra, Ross’s son.

[Congregation sings “I Believe in Christ,” Hymn No. 134]

Invocation

Carlos Andra (son of Ross Andra)

Let’s bow our heads.

Our Father in Heaven, this morning we open the service with your words: “And the Lord God formed man from the dust of the ground and breathed into his nostrils the breath of life; man became a living being.”

You formed a man, and his name was Ross Leslie Andra. We thank you, Father, that we can all be here gathered together. We invite your Holy Spirit into this place in which we reflect and honor the life of my earthly father, Ross.

I ask you, Holy Spirit, to stir in the hearts of each person taking time out of the breath of their lives to come reflect and remember the impact that was made by you through this husband, father, brother, uncle, cousin, and friend.

Yea, though we walk through the valley of the shadow of death, we will fear no evil, for you are with us; your rod and your staff, they comfort us. You are Holy God; you are so loving. We love you and we thank you for your presence. We dedicate this time to let your Holy Spirit direct our time together to honor your servant, Ross Leslie Andra. In Jesus’ name, amen.

Amen.

Order of Service — Announced by Bishop Maxwell

We will begin the service with a musical number titled “My Testimony,” which will be performed by Sister Bastos and Arlene Lenthal. After which we will hear from — oh, I skipped something. I’m sorry, let’s back up. We’ll start by hearing the obituary read by Brenda Wagner, who is Ross’s daughter. After which we’ll hear from Larry Andra, who was Ross’s brother. Then we will have a musical number, “My Testimony,” performed by Sister Bastos and Arlene Lenthal, and after that we’ll hear from Frederick Johnson, who is a family friend. Closing for us will be President Clay Celestino from the Mountain Shadows Stake.

Obituary

Read by Brenda Wagner (daughter of Ross Andra)

Oh gosh — thank you so much for being here for my father and my family, my mom, everyone.

So — Ross. Now, if my eyes start watering it’s because it’s sweaty and hot outside, so that’s why.

Ross Leslie Andra, my father. At age 87, he returned to his Father in Heaven, which was on 20 June 2024. He passed with dignity and peacefully in his Salt Lake City home, with his wife Adeli, daughter Brenda, and son Carlos at his side.

Ross was born on 2 December 1936 in Preston, Idaho, to German immigrant William Frederick Andra and Mary Louise Wer— [you never know how to say that]. He grew up on a large family farm with four sisters and seven brothers.

Ross graduated from Preston High School in 1955 and then went on to attend Utah State Agriculture College — now Utah State University — for two years. Ross worked in construction with a couple of his brothers on the St. Lawrence Seaway project in Messina, New York, between February and December 1957.

He served a mission to Brazil for the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints between 1957 and 1959, where he met his sweetheart, Adeli Gonzalez Cararu. They married in the Logan Temple on 14 June 1963. Ross had a deep love for Brazil, its people and culture, and especially for his little Brazilian bride.

After his mission to Brazil, Ross attended Brigham Young University in Provo, Utah, where he studied political science, speech education, and Portuguese. He graduated with a Bachelor of Arts from BYU in 1964 and remained one of their biggest fans right up to the end, watching games and sporting a BYU ball cap everywhere he went.

Ross instilled a strong work ethic into his children. As a servant leader, Ross served his family by example and by teaching his kids how to help Mom with household tasks. He modeled Ephesians 5:25 very well: “Husbands, love your wives, just as Christ also loved the church and gave himself for her.” Ross always made sure everyone was comfortable and that they had what they needed.

Ross loved to make people laugh, and he had a keen gift for engaging strangers with quick-witted quips. He spread many smiles and laughter across this planet.

Ross was a hard worker, and his career life spanned over various areas: from high school teacher, coach, Candyman, small business owner, appliance installer, and furniture mover to a medical career. He held unique skills and talents and applied them well throughout his life and service to others. He maintained a missionary mindset throughout his whole career.

As Candyman, Ross would fill the vending machines in the teachers’ lounge at his eldest daughter’s elementary school — me — and often he would show up during recess and pass out candy on the playground, which made his daughter Brenda — me — quite popular with her friends.

As a business owner, Ross would often take his son Carlos to work with him to deliver and install appliances and move furniture. As a result, Carlos learned to efficiently pack a moving truck like a Tetris puzzle.

Ross loved tomatoes. He would plant them anywhere he could find a plot of dirt — it could be this big, that big. His youngest daughter Denise worked hard to clear space in the backyard for a family garden so Ross could have his tomatoes.

At another point in life, when Denise found herself facing some debt, Ross sat down with her and taught her some financial principles, which she applied and was able to persevere in paying off all her debts in no time at all.

Ross was a faithful servant. With Adeli as his companion, Ross served locally as a service missionary with the Portuguese- and Spanish-speaking wards between 2009 and 2015. Together they drove all around the Salt Lake Valley visiting with families and making sure they had the resources that they needed.

Ross and Adeli had a deep desire to return to an overseas mission in Brazil, but due to health concerns they could not go. Instead they fulfilled that desire by serving the Brazilian people locally.

In his latter years, until age 84, Ross delivered blood and vital organs to various medical locations spanning Utah, Idaho, and Wyoming — and as always, he made people laugh along the way.

We kids heard many stories from Dad about growing up on the family farm — like the time he was called back to the house by his mom only to discover that it was a chicken calling out “Ross,” or the time when Ross and his brothers tied a cow to their math teacher’s front door. With multiple brothers, you can imagine the pranks that were played on and with each other.

Dad, we miss your John Wayne toughness, your Popeye strength, and your cheesy dad jokes. You were a missionary for Christ until the end. “Well done, thou good and faithful servant; thou hast been faithful over a few things, I will make thee ruler over many things; enter thou into the joy of the Lord” (Matthew 25:21). Ross has now entered the joy of his Lord.

We love you, Daddy.

Remarks

Larry Andra (brother of Ross Andra)

My name is Larry Andra. I’m the last of twelve. Ross would say, “I’m the last of the Mohicans.”

Ross was always saying to each person he had a nickname — like “teddy bear.” His kids called him Tom the Piper’s Son. And one nephew — it probably best they called him ‘Funkle’ — the funny uncle.

He lacked no jokes. He was likeable and really witty. Others said he loved to joke around with people. I always called him the numbers jokester. And I really didn’t understand when he talked to me — he knew Brazil too much; he forgot that I couldn’t understand the jokes.

Ross never did anything outside the church standards. My parents never had to worry about Ross. He had a little brother to do that.

Our father came from Germany, as mentioned before. Within a couple of months after being baptized, he came alone because he was eleven years old — at twelve you pay full price; at eleven you pay a high price. He got lost, so they came looking for him, and that’s where the twelve came in. He ended up with the missionary that baptized him going to his farm and marrying his daughter, and they had twelve children.

This week is the Andra reunion, which we’ve had — I think this is Ross’s last one here on Earth.

Death is just as important in the welfare of man as is birth. There is no greater blessing that can come than the blessing of birth. One-third of the host of heaven, because of rebellion, were denied that privilege and hence had no bodies of flesh and bone — which is the gift of God. But who would like to live forever in this world filled with pain, decay, sorrow, and tribulation — grow old and infirm and yet remain? I think all of us, if the proposition were placed before them, would not want life of that nature. We would reject it.

But death is just as important in the Plan of Salvation as birth is. We have to die. It is essential. Death comes into the world and fulfills the merciful plan of our great Creator.

Let’s talk a minute about what happens when one passes on. However painful the moment of death is physically, it is spiritually one of the most exciting and joyful moments of eternity. It’s like opening the door of a dark room — one who dies emerges into the light of the spirit world, where there will be friends and family waiting to greet him. There is no special period known to man in which they experience so much joy as when they pass through the portals of death and enter into a glorious change in the spirit world.

Death is not extinguishing the light; it is putting out the lamp — and then dawn comes.

When someone dies, it is like a beautiful lagoon. On a clear day a fine sailing ship spreads its mast and its canvas in a fresh morning breeze on the deep blue, and gradually we see her grow smaller and smaller as she nears the horizon and someone says, “There she goes — gone.” But you can be sure that on the other shore someone says, “There she comes!”

While we’re mourning the loss of Ross, others are rejoicing to meet him behind the veil. Ross has joined Mother, Dad, June, William, Colleen, Millie, Golden, Serene, Donald, Dale, Robert, Dennis, and others.

Steve Jobs was a billionaire worth $7 billion at age 56. Lying on his deathbed sick with pancreatic cancer, he said: “All my life I have recognized wealth, but all that I had was meaningless in the face of human death. You can find someone to drive a car for you, but you cannot hire someone to carry the disease for you.”

As we get older we grow smarter and slowly realize: a watch worth $30 and a watch worth $300 both show the same time. Whether we drive a car worth $150,000 or $2,000, the road and the distance are the same; we reach the same destination. If we drink a bottle of wine worth $300 or wine worth $10, we’re still drunk.

There are five undeniable facets: Do not educate your children to be rich; educate them to be happy, so when they grow up they will know the value of things, not the price. Eat your food as medicine; otherwise you eat your medicine as food. Whoever loves you and never leaves you, even if he or she has a hundred reasons to give up, will always find one reason to hold on. There is a big difference in being human. If you want to go fast, go alone — but if you want to go far, go together.

I really believe that Ross embodied what Steve Jobs was saying here — they went together.

Albert Einstein said: “Do you realize how important you truly are? Look around — who are you influencing, motivating, teaching, or inspiring? Some of the greatest souls who have ever lived will never appear in the chronicles of history. They are the great ones who spend every day of their lives serving and doing good.” Albert Einstein also said: “Try not to become a person of success, but a person of value.”

Thank you for the service you are willing to give to your families, your friends, neighbors, and community. Every great dream begins with a dreamer; always remember you have within you the strength, the patience, and the passion to reach for the stars and change the world. You are the difference — make it happen.

[Larry then shared a story about a woman whose car was stuck in the snow in a foreign country. A man came with a mule and attempted to pull her out. Before having the mule try again, the man yelled, “Let’s go, Bob! Tom! John! Lance!” — and the mule pulled the car out. When the woman asked why he called the mule different names, the man said, “Madam, my mule is blind. I wanted him to think he wasn’t pulling the car out alone.”]

People in this congregation — Adelaide needs you next to her, pulling and pushing for her. Adelaide’s happiness will return, her former capabilities will be restored, light will replace darkness, despair will give way to hope and life and will regain its meaning — but only through service. Neighbors, friends, relatives, family, and those who are in attendance here: Bishop and Friends, Adelaide does not need to be preached to, but she needs a void filled. Bless her and be of service to her, as the Savior asks of us, and I promise you that you will be blessed. I say this in the name of Jesus Christ. Amen.

Amen.

[Musical number: “My Testimony,” performed by Sister Bastos and Arlene Lenthal]

Remarks

Frederick Johnson (family friend)

My name is Frederick Johnson — Todd Elijah. I’m known as Freddy; the full version is Frederico.

Like many, the summer I turned 16 I got my first job, and it was delivering household appliances with “the Boss.” The interview went something like this: “Frederico, you’re 16, right?” And I said, “Oh yeah, I’ll be 16 at the end of —” “Frederico, you’re 16.” “Yes.” And that was my interview. But admittedly it was essentially nepotism.

As long as I could remember, my dad — Ranley Johnson — had been moonlighting on weekends with Ross. As far as I’m concerned, they were the first and only two men in a truck there ever were.

Ross, like my father, had served a mission in Brazil and married a Brazilian. In the ‘80s, all these mixed families — nowadays the church and the Brazilian community in the Salt Lake Valley has become tremendous. But when I was a little child, and when Carlos and Brenda and their little sister Denise were young, we all kind of knew each other more or less. At conference time we went to reunions together. The connection goes back even further than that — about a decade before my mother first came to the United States. My mother, Louisa Coa Johnson, came to the US in the 1970s. Adeli had served in the tiny branch of Beloni, Brazil, where my mother, my aunt, and grandmother were new converts to the church. So as I say, it was basically nepotism.

I swear, Ross the Boss Andra was the strongest man I ever knew. Thirty years my senior, he had more stamina and strength in his late fifties than I could muster at his side as a six-foot-one man in my prime. He was compact and he looked powerful to me. He not only looked and sounded like Popeye — he even talked like Popeye. Except instead of eating spinach, I think where he got his strength was from eating tomatoes.

Ross’s strength was legendary. In fact, Ross wasn’t only strong — he was an irresistible force. My dad told stories of seeing Ross pick up a Ford Pinto by its bumper to make room for the truck to pass. And I don’t doubt it.

Now, Ross, when I knew him, could sometimes come across as a little unsophisticated. But anyone who knew Ross at all knew that to dismiss Ross the Boss as a blue-collar East Idaho farm-boy country bumpkin was making a grave mistake. Ross was intelligent, well-traveled, and educated, and he did not suffer fools or foolishness.

When I was still a teenager, we were working, delivering appliances. There was another man who worked with Ross who was actually a bit more unsophisticated — I wonder if Carlos remembers Joe Yanger. The way I remember the guy: he was big and coarse, had bad Marine Corps tattoos on his arms, and talked kind of low. I couldn’t understand a word he said except swear words. He was strong as an ox and probably about as sophisticated as one, if you take my meaning.

Anyway, one day Ross tells me: “Joe Yanger got hurt.” “What happened, Ross?” “I dropped a piano on his head.” They were moving a piano, and Joe was at one end coming down the ramp. Ross said, “Joe, are you ready?” Well, Ross didn’t know if he was ready or not — so he let go of the piano. Joe Yanger ended up with some stitches in the back of his head. I don’t think it made any difference to how Joe Yanger spoke or how well Ross could understand him.

Also, I want to emphasize — and if you get a chance, read again the beautiful obituary that Ross’s family put together — Ross was not a blue-collar guy with a truck, and he certainly did not see himself that way. Ross Andra was an entrepreneur. He firmly believed in the American dream, in hard work and gumption as the way to get ahead, and that’s what he did — whether it was filling candy machines, moving vending machines, delivering appliances, or contracting his truck out as a mover. Ross believed he was an entrepreneur, and he was.

In a world where hard work and gumption were enough, Ross would have been a financially wealthy man many times over, because I also don’t know anyone who worked as hard as Ross. That’s why most of my memories are from working with him — or working with my dad and Ross the Boss — because he was always working. In fact, I swear I’ve only seen Ross lying down twice: the first time was in April, when he was in rehab after fighting an infection, and the second time was on his deathbed. Ross never stopped moving and never stopped working, and he had lots of gumption.

Now, the work that we did with Ross was, as you can imagine, physical — hard work. But Dad would come home laughing. There was always this interesting other thing about working with Ross the Boss: there would be some kind of debriefing. He’d wait long enough for you to get home, the phone would ring, and he would call — mostly I think to go over the jokes he had played on you and laugh about them again.

My memory of even Dad working with Ross is Dad coming home, the phone ringing, and then Dad laughing. Or Dad coming home — I even remember him opening the door with tears rolling down his eyes, just couldn’t stop laughing. When I worked with both of them, it was better than television, because my dad was a wise guy in his own way and the two of them together could be very entertaining.

My mom even thought: “This isn’t fair — I’m home with the kids every Saturday and you’re off having fun with Ross.” But it was hard work, and with anyone else it would have been miserable. We enjoyed working with Ross, and we all worked with Ross. My brother Felipe worked with Ross; my friend Giorgino Brown, another one of these families that’s half American, half Brazilian here in Utah; my cousin visiting one summer from New York worked with Ross one day — and Ross made an impression on everybody. It was fun, even though it was miserable hard work.

A lot of this is because Ross was a virtuoso practical joker. One of his favorite things — if we were working in the summertime — was to drop ice down your shirt. Even worse than that: when we did deliveries we had shirts that said “DPEC” on them — short for Delivery Specialist, which made it sound kind of exciting and sexy. They always seemed like they were a size too small or too short, so Ross had a knack — one of his favorite things was to take advantage of you when you were bending down picking up something really heavy and that shirt rode up. Without saying a word, Ross would just drop a screwdriver down there right when you were really going. He would just chuckle. And of course at the end of the day he’d call and say, “Hey, do you remember when I dropped that? That was good.”

For years he had a novelty ID with Elvis Presley’s picture on it, and anytime someone asked him for his ID he’d show that — it didn’t matter who they were. They’d look at it and go, “Huh?” And he’d say, “That’s what drugs will do to you.”

One time, around September 11th — I was living in New York, but every time I’d come back to town Ross would say, “Frederico, do you want to go to work?” I’d work with them even for just one day. This time he offered to take me to the airport, because Ross was always on the road — always driving a truck, delivering furniture, delivering appliances, or delivering medical equipment. So he was happy to go. We go up, and I was the one who needed to show my ID. Ross comes up, already ready, and this TSA agent — some people go, “Huh? What? You already — what drugs will do to you.” And here I am thinking, ‘Oh no. I’m not going to make my flight. They’re going to take me to the back and interrogate me.’ That was one time where the person didn’t even blink. Ross would say something like, “I’m better looking now, aren’t I?”

It was rare to get one up on Ross — he always had the drop on you. But here’s one of the most famous stories: the parrot story.

[Freddy describes the chicken story from the obituary — the time on the farm when Ross thought his mom was calling him, only to find a chicken mimicking her voice. One day, while delivering a washer and dryer to a customer’s home, Ross was working in the basement and noticed a parrot. Ross called up the stairs, “Is there a drain down here? We need to drain a little water.” The parrot replied, “What?” Ross, thinking it was the elderly owner upstairs, kept asking. Each time — “Is there a hole in the ground where the water drains?” — the parrot answered, “What?” Freddy’s father, upstairs, realized what was happening and nearly collapsed laughing. When Ross finally came up and figured it out, Freddy’s dad laughed about it the whole rest of the day. Freddy’s father had been waiting for years to get something on Ross, and the parrot delivered it.]

Ross could move a fully loaded truck like it was a subcompact car — weaving in and out of traffic. Before GPS existed, he knew the entire I-15 corridor in Utah. He was the GPS.

Ross could sometimes seem a bit irreverent — he had code words, let’s say. Ross never swore, but he might include swear words in code names and nicknames he gave to things. But when it came to his faith, his belief, and his testimony of the church, Ross was always reverent. He wasn’t serious all the time — he was still joking — but Ross was reverent, and I always knew that.

I can say honestly that Ross was a big part of my entire life. Even when I’ve lived out of state for most of the last thirty years, he would call me every once in a while to check on me. I began to worry about a year ago when the phone calls started getting shorter — because normally I’d set aside 45 minutes or an hour, because we’d have to retell all the stories about every time he dropped a screwdriver down — anyway. He’d say, “Remember when I did that, and then your dad did this.”

I just want to finish by saying — and if I do get a little emotional, it’s not because it’s hot; it’s because I’m kind of that way — Ross, to me, always was and will be bigger than life. Ross the Boss, I want to say to you that your life mattered a great deal to us and to me. I love you and your family, and how close our families have been. Your life mattered, and you will not be forgotten. You will be with us and within us, and we’ll keep telling the jokes and passing them on. We love you and we bid you farewell — but only until we meet again.

My own dad preceded Ross to the great beyond just a couple of months ago. So I personally have to say: say hi to Dad for me, Ross. Tell him we miss him too, and that we love him. Thank you.

Remarks

President Clay Celestino (former Bishop, Mountain Shadows Ward)

Brothers and sisters, my name is Clay Celestino. I served as a bishop in the Mountain Shadows Ward at the time the Andras — that’s how we pronounce their name in Portuguese, and that’s how I’m going to refer to them — were serving in our ward. On behalf of all the Brazilians — mostly Brazilians — who were part of the Winter Ward branch and the Mountain Shadows Ward, I wanted to express our deepest gratitude to this couple.

The first thing anyone would see when they met them was that big smile, and sometimes a joke. It was not hard to love them. Truly, their lives represented the love of our Savior Jesus Christ to us. With hundreds of immigrants from Brazil, the Andras represented arms of salvation, of service — hearts that were willing to bring consolation in times of distress. They were deeply engaged in serving their neighbors because of their love for our Heavenly Father and their genuine love towards anyone around them.

As bishops, we had hundreds of active members coming to our meetings every Sunday, and there was a great need for members who could assist us in lightening the burdens of those Brazilian immigrants. At any time that I needed help, the Andras were there.

I remember one day — I even have the date here — it was 22 January 2013. I sent a quick email to the Andras at 12:19 a.m., past midnight. Eight minutes later, I got a response. I didn’t want to abuse their goodwill and their desire to help others, but this is the response I got:

“Hi, Bishop. That’s no abuse at all to ask for the things you’re asking. That is the reason why we are serving a mission. We want to help our brothers and sisters the best way we can. Tomorrow I will make a few phone calls and I will provide you with the information you need.”

There were people who were unable to work because they were injured and needed help to find a doctor. There were young men who needed their dental and medical paperwork taken care of so they could submit their papers to go on a mission. There were people who needed resources from the community because they were unable to provide for themselves — people transitioning from another culture and trying to get established in this country — and they were assisted by the Andras. The list goes on and on.

And then at 9:00 p.m., talking to Ross, you would find out that he would still have to run some errands, make some deliveries, because of his other side job.

We don’t have much time, but I just wanted to express our deepest gratitude to Brother Andra. When we got the news that they were going to be transferred from our ward — initially we thought they were concluding their mission in November of 2013 — and then in September, two months prior to that date, we were surprised with the news that they were being transferred to the Winter Ward, where they actually stayed. They didn’t finish their mission there; they actually stayed for quite some time.

When I found out, I wrote this email to them, and I think it’s very fitting that I can share it now to conclude these brief words:

“Dear Sister Andra and Brother Andra — in this email I copied the entire leadership of the ward: I am saddened by the news of your sudden departure, as we are today, mainly in our community when we found out that Ross had passed on. I believe our ward leaders and members will feel as surprised and astonished as I do. While your transfer will truly bless and benefit our brothers and sisters in the Winter 17th Branch, I know our ward will deeply miss you. On behalf of all ward members and leaders, I would like to thank you for your dedication, love, and service. I have been a witness of how you have touched the lives of our members in many different ways and how your service has helped me, and allowed me in particular to concentrate on other areas of my responsibilities as a bishop — and for that I will be eternally grateful to you and to Heavenly Father. Thank you for your love for Heavenly Father, for responding to the call to serve, and for showing your love to and for our members. Hopefully as your mission ends, you will return to visit us. Please do not forget us — we will not forget you. We will announce your transfer in sacrament meeting tomorrow. Sincerely, Bishop Clay.”

Brothers and sisters, there are many tragedies around us as we hear about tragedies happening worldwide. Many of us, if not all of us, have somehow faced tragedies in our own lives. In fact, in this congregation right now there may be some who are needing a helping hand — some who may be struggling with illness, financial problems, family issues, health, and all sorts of challenges, mental illness. Sister Andra will need some support — I know that — and I’m very grateful for the support you have already extended to her during this time.

But may we honor the life of our dear Brother Andra by trying to emulate the works of Christ: being a little bit kinder, helping one another, finding time to serve, and extending that love that comes from our Heavenly Father which he has for each one of us. We are his arms; we are his hands. Ross Andra represented that very well.

I know that we will meet again, and that is the beauty of this gospel — death is not the end. We will meet again. May the love of our Heavenly Father be with each one of you as you strive to follow in the footsteps of his Son, our dear Savior Jesus Christ. In the name of Jesus Christ. Amen.

Amen.

Closing Remarks

Bishop Ted Maxwell

You know, right before I close I just want to say a word or two. In the last few months Ross had not been able to come to church because he’s been stuck at home. But initially I know he really wanted to be there, because he called me after church every Sunday and let me know how church went and gave me advice for the future. It was always really great to hear from him. As his calls dropped off I knew things were — at first I thought we were just doing better, but then I realized maybe that wasn’t the truth.

I think that’s the one thing I loved about Ross: everyone in this audience has either been served by him or served with him, because that’s what his life was — it was service. Whether it was just bringing joy or bringing the gospel, that has always been one of my great joys, getting to know him these last few years, although I’ve only known him since COVID, so I missed out on some of the really fun stuff, it sounds like.

I know the one thing Ross loved was the scriptures. He loved the word of God, and he loved Jesus Christ, and he brought that light out in everything he did.

When I think about the joy that Jesus shared with his apostles right before he died on the cross, he said: “Let not your hearts be troubled; believe in God, believe also in me. In my Father’s house are many rooms, and I go to prepare a place for you. I will come again and will take you to myself, so that where I am, ye may be also — and you know the way to where I’m going.”

It is my testimony that Ross knew the way to where Christ is — that we will see him again — and it will be in the mansions of our Heavenly Father, in that place that Christ prepared for us through his sacrifice. It is my testimony that we will see each other again, and that through the grace of Jesus Christ we may all be relieved of all those burdens that we suffer from daily — and that in those burdens we might have joy, the way that we saw our brother Andra in his life. I say that in the name of Jesus Christ. Amen.

Amen.

Closing Announcements — Bishop Maxwell

Let’s close our meeting now. We will — no, we won’t sing — we will listen to a musical number by Sister Annie Lenthal, “How Great Thou Art,” after which Paul Ross, who is Ross’s nephew, will give us the benediction. After that we’d ask the pallbearers to come up, and we’ll escort the body to the graveside, where we will reconvene.

[Musical number: “How Great Thou Art,” performed by Sister Annie Lenthal]

Benediction

Paul Ross (nephew of Ross Andra)

Our Father in Heaven, we thank thee. We thank thee for thy Son, Jesus Christ. We thank thee for this world and that we have the privilege of coming here and gaining our bodies, of learning faith and love, and of thy Savior, thy Son, and all that he has given for us, and thy love.

We thank thee for Ross Andra — his example, his good parents, and his family. We thank thee for his wit, his grit, his stature, his faithfulness, and his example. He had thy Son’s countenance with him in work and in sadness and in joy. We are grateful for him. We’re grateful for Adeli and their sweet family.

We ask thee this day that thy Spirit will continue with us. Help us to continue to feel the joy and the balm of thy Spirit, even in our sadness. We thank thee for the Atonement of Jesus Christ and the knowledge of the eternal realms that come for all of us, and what still lies in store for us. But until then, that we can have peace and serve in thy name.

And that of thy Son, dismiss us this day with safety to the cemetery and love and adoration for one another and for thee. We pray in the name of Jesus Christ. Amen.

Amen.

[Pallbearers assemble; congregation rises; body is escorted to Valley View Memorial Park, West Valley City, Utah for interment]

End of service transcript.

Joseph and Ann Reed Wayment

In September 2020, Amanda and I took our family out to Golden Spike National Historic Park at Promontory Summit, Utah. I have written about that visit previously. What drew us there, in part, was the knowledge that Amanda’s 3rd great-grandfather Joseph Wayment had been present on 10 May 1869 when the last spike was driven completing the transcontinental railroad — and that Andrew J. Russell’s famous photograph had captured him standing in the crowd. I promised in that post to tell more of Joseph and Ann Reed Wayment’s story another time. This is that time.

Hiram, Amanda, Aliza, and Paul Ross, Bryan Hemsley, Lillian and James Ross, and Jill Hemsley at Golden Spike National Historic Park, September 2020
Hiram, Amanda, Aliza, and Paul Ross, Bryan Hemsley, Lillian and James Ross, and Jill Hemsley at Golden Spike National Historic Park, 7 September 2020.
East and West Shaking Hands at the Laying of the Last Rail, Promontory Summit, Utah, 10 May 1869. Photograph by Andrew J. Russell.
East and West Shaking Hands at the Laying of the Last Rail, Promontory Summit, Utah, 10 May 1869. Photograph by Andrew J. Russell. Joseph Wayment stands in the crowd on the left side of the image. Find the man standing below the Union Pacific’s No. 119 locomotive light with his jacket open and white shirt, then find the man whose head is in front of that man’s right thigh, behind the fellow with the partially raised hat. That is Joseph Wayment, age 25.

Andrew J. Russell, the official photographer of the Union Pacific Railroad who took this photograph, wrote of that moment: “The continental iron band now permanently unites the distant portions of the Republic, and opens up to Commerce, Navigation, and Enterprise the vast unpeopled plains and lofty mountain ranges that now divide the East from the West. Standing amid ‘The Antres vast and Desert wild,’ surrounded with the representative men of the nation, an epoch in the march of civilization was recorded, and a new era in human progress was ushered in.”

Joseph Wayment was one of the men in that crowd — a twenty-five-year-old English convert who had crossed the Atlantic seasick on the Amazon, walked the plains behind an ox team, survived Montana winters so cold the dishwater froze before it hit the snow, and was now building a life in a patch of Utah desert he would spend the next six decades transforming into a home, a farm, and a community. Would he have fathomed that 151 years later his great-great-great-granddaughter, and her children, would stand at that same spot.

Origins in Whaddon

Joseph Wayment, circa 1874.

I used AI to colorize and sharpen the images. If you click on them, you should be able to see the original black and white. AI took a bit of liberty on the photos regarding clothes.

Ann Reed, circa 1874.

Joseph Wayment was born 7 February 1844 in Whaddon, Cambridgeshire, England, the second son of William and Martha Brown Wayment. His older brother Aaron had lived only one day, so as far as the family was concerned, Joseph was the eldest. I have written previously about his parents, William and Martha Wayment.

Ann Reed was born 1 January 1852 in the same small village — the fifth child and second daughter of James and Sarah East Reed. Whaddon was a tight community, a small village in the district of Royston, County of Cambridge, gathered around the ancient stone church of St. Mary the Virgin. Whaddon appears to have been somewhere around 400-500 people. The Wayments and the Reeds were neighbors in every sense of the word. Their children attended the same meetings, worked the same fields, and children would be baptized in the same river/brook.

Ann’s early life was marked by tragedy. When she was two years old, she slipped into a deep ditch near their home. No one else was nearby. Her mother, Sarah East Reed, then heavy with child, jumped in after her. Ann was saved, but the ordeal brought on labor. The baby girl was born 13 July 1854 and died the same day. Three days later, Sarah also died from complications, and mother and infant were buried together in the same casket. Ann’s father James Reed did his best to keep the family together, but he too died on 2 February 1858, leaving five orphans — the oldest fourteen, Ann just five years old.

Their mother’s sister, Hannah East, came to Whaddon to keep house for the children. Hannah was herself from Whaddon — born there on 24 August 1828, the sister of Sarah East Reed and of George East Sr., who would later become a familiar figure in Warren, Utah. Hannah was baptized LDS 3 June 1848. She stayed with the Reed orphans for several years before emigrating to Zion, where she eventually settled in Lehi, Utah, married Thomas Karren in 1865, and lived until 2 May 1907. It is a quiet thread of continuity that Hannah — who held Ann’s orphaned family together in Whaddon — ended her days in the same territory where Ann built her life, just a day’s journey away in Lehi.

After Hannah left England, the children were kept by the Parish until they could earn their own living. Ann went out to service at age eleven. She endured difficult conditions in several positions before finally working David and Mary Hide Grieg (the histories state it was Grigg), where she stayed nearly five years and carefully saved her wages toward passage to America. The Grieg family lived in nearby Melbourn, a family that was not LDS.

The Gospel Comes to Whaddon

I wrote how the William and Martha Wayment home had become a gathering place for LDS missionaries since William’s baptism in March 1850, how despite community hostility, meetings were held in different houses and baptisms conducted at night to avoid mobs. The gospel took hold in Whaddon. On the night of 7 May 1860, Joseph Wayment, age sixteen, was baptized in Whaddon Brook along with his brother Samuel and sister Emily. Ann Reed, age eight, was baptized and confirmed the same night.

They shared the same baptismal waters and would eventually share a life.

Joseph worked in the peat bogs with his father from his early teens, fossil digging to earn enough for his passage to Zion. He had one more memorable appearance in Whaddon before he left: shortly before his departure, he sang a solo at a church meeting that deeply impressed those present. His voice was described as a clear and beautiful bass. Ann Reed, then twelve years old, was in that congregation. Decades later she would tell her grandchildren with deep feeling how thrilled she had been sitting in that meeting listening to Joseph sing.

The Voyage of the Amazon, 1863

On 1 June 1863, Joseph left Whaddon for Liverpool. Three days later, on 4 June, he booked passage on the sailing vessel Amazon — listed on the manifest as “Joseph Waymound,” age 19 — and sailed from Liverpool with 881 fellow Saints bound for Zion. As I wrote in my Stoker family post, the Amazon was a famous voyage. It was this crossing that Charles Dickens observed and wrote about, describing the Mormon emigrants not as misfits and scoundrels but as the “pick and flower” of England. Future U.S. Supreme Court Justice George Sutherland was also aboard (whose family was LDS). George Q. Cannon dedicated the ship. My own Stoker ancestors were on this same vessel — an extraordinary coincidence that ties our two family lines together. Since Warren and Plain City were small communities, they likely knew each other.

Joseph was seasick nearly the entire six-week crossing. The Amazon landed in New York around the middle of July 1863. He traveled by train to a point on the Missouri River, then by boat up to Florence, Nebraska. From there he walked and drove an ox team across the plains in Captain Dan McCarty’s company — a new experience for him, as he later told his grandsons, having learned to handle horses in England but never oxen. He arrived in Salt Lake City on 3 October 1863, four months and two days after leaving his father’s home.

The very next day the October General Conference of the Church began, held in the Bowery. Joseph stood near the speakers’ platform. Brigham Young was one of the speakers, and Joseph later said it was one of the most inspiring sermons he ever heard — that Brigham Young seemed to be surrounded by a bright light. Part of that sermon Joseph remembered all his life.

The Freighting Years, 1864–1866

After a winter in Lehi, Joseph went to work in the spring of 1864 for a freighting company, probably the Toponce Freighting Company, hauling goods to Montana. He stayed with the outfit until the fall of 1866. Those were hard and consequential years.

The winter of 1864 was brutal. The freighters were snowbound on a Montana river for several weeks. Joseph served as camp cook. He later told his family that when he threw out the dishwater, it froze to ice before it hit the snow. Some of the cattle froze to death. One day the lot fell to Joseph to fetch wood. His hands were tender from cooking and dishwashing, but he went out and cut an armful. As he was picking up the last piece of wood, he felt his whole body beginning to freeze. He stumbled back toward the cabin, but before he reached it his whole body had gone numb. The men rubbed him with coal oil and did everything they could to revive him. One of them said, “Joe Wayment gets no more wood this winter — I’ll get it for him.”

During the freighting years two confrontations became family legend. In the first, a stranger from another company approached the camp and asked if there were any Mormons present. He was directed to Joseph. The man told him he had helped mob the Saints in Missouri and Illinois, then pulled open his shirt to his chest and said, “Now shoot me.” He had lived such a miserable life since helping the mob, he said, that he wanted a Mormon to shoot him. Joseph replied: “No Mormon will ever stain his hands with your blood.”

In the second, the freighters encountered soldiers who had been in Johnston’s Army making their way north into Washington. Learning that some of the freighters were from Utah, they asked to hear the song that had been made up about Johnston’s Army coming to Utah. Joseph was the best singer in camp. He refused at first, knowing it would anger them. When they promised not to get angry, he relented and sang. One soldier became so furious he drew his pistol and threatened to kill the singer. The captain of the soldiers, quick as a flash, drew his own pistol on the angry man and said he would kill him if he harmed the singer. The other soldiers took the man away.

A third incident, at a freighters’ stop near Oxford, Idaho, demonstrated that Joseph was a man of both faith and action. He and his longtime friend and fellow teamster William Butler had pulled in for the night after a long drive. Other freighters already there greeted them with jeers — “There’s those Mormons” — and tried to force them to move on. Joseph and Butler had weary teams and held their ground. When words grew heated, Joseph walked briskly to his wagon, took the green willow switch he used to urge his team, walked thirty paces to some soft ground, and with one swing left it standing upright. Then he walked back, drew his pistol, turned, and split the willow with one shot. The heckling stopped immediately.

In the fall of 1866 Joseph had a strong feeling come over him that he should return to Utah. The company he was working with was a rough and irreligious crowd. He found a secluded spot in the timber, knelt, and asked the Lord for guidance. The next morning his mind was made up. He saddled his horse, gathered his belongings — three buffalo robes and his working clothes — and started for Utah.

Settling Salt Creek

He came first to Layton or Kaysville, then went to Call’s Fort near present Honeyville where he worked for a man named Barnard and helped build the first schoolhouse there. He bought a piece of land at Call’s Fort but eventually sold it. In 1872 he moved to what was then called Salt Creek, southwest of Plain City, and bought the land he would own until his death — purchasing it from H. H. Wadman, making him the second family to settle on Salt Creek. He kept “Bachelor’s Hall” there for about two years. His brother John B. Wayment, who arrived from England in July 1873, lived with him for part of that time.

The home of Bishop William Thomas Wayment and his wife Maud at 662 N. 5900 W. in Warren. Joseph Wayment appears at far right with a horse.

About 1872, Joseph began writing letters to a young woman of his boyhood acquaintance back in Whaddon — Ann Reed. She had grown up, gone out to service, endured difficult years, and was now working for the Greig family, carefully saving her wages. She accepted his invitation to come to Utah and be his wife.

Ann Comes to America, 1874

Ann left her place of work on 2 June 1874 and sailed from Liverpool on 24 June 1874 aboard the steamship Idaho. The Idaho carried 903 passengers on that voyage, arriving in New York on 6 July 1874. Ann traveled overland by rail and arrived in Ogden about the middle of July.

Joseph met her in Ogden — likely taking her to his brother Samuel’s home. On the way they crossed a stream of clear running water. Joseph stopped the horses to let them drink, cupped his hat, dipped it in, and offered Ann the first drink. She couldn’t bring herself to drink water out of a hat from a river like that. Joseph enjoyed the cool drink regardless.

On 7 August 1874, Joseph Wayment and Ann Reed were married by Louis Warren Shurtliff at Joseph’s home in Salt Creek — ending, as Alma Hansen later wrote, the era of “Bachelor’s Hall.” On 29 June 1876, Joseph and Ann traveled to the Endowment House in Salt Lake City, where they were endowed and sealed to each other for time and all eternity. Joseph had been ordained an Elder by Alonzo Knight ten days earlier, on 19 June 1876, in preparation for that ordinance.

The First Years in Salt Creek

The Joseph and Ann Reed Wayment home in Warren, photographed June 1928. Joseph is likely the seated figure visible on the front porch.

Their first child, Sarah, was born 29 October 1875 — one of the first white children born in the Salt Creek area. In the spring of 1876 the Weber River overflowed its banks and covered much of the country where Warren now stands. The first time it came up, it stayed two weeks. The crops survived. But the river flooded again, higher than before, and stayed six weeks. The crops were completely destroyed. Joseph’s house was just high enough to keep the water from running under it — but it came right to the doorstep. He kept a rowboat in which he and Ann traveled to the sandhill in Plain City to do business. His horses broke loose just before the flood and were later found on meadows west of Brigham City. The other cattle and horses in the area lived on the high knolls until the water subsided.

Joseph planted the first fruit and shade trees in the Warren area. He watered them by hand from a well he dug himself, using a long pole with a hook and a bucket because he didn’t have a rope. Later he had a windmill built over the well and irrigated some of his crops with it. About 1880 the residents of Salt Creek organized together and built a ditch up to Four-Mile in the southern part of Plain City to run water to their crops. Part of that original ditch can still be seen near the north side of the bench in Warren.

In March 1881 Joseph was appointed secretary and assistant superintendent of the Salt Creek Sunday School, offices he held for many years. In 1883 he was chairman of the board of trustees for the first schoolhouse built in Warren — a one-room brick building on the bench. His sister Martha Wayment, now Mrs. David East, was the first teacher.

About 1877 Joseph was appointed the first road supervisor in the Warren district, a position he held for ten years. The road supervisor received no pay for his services other than to apply his labor toward his poll taxes, as did all the other men. About the first work done was to fill up some of the creek crossings. He also hauled salt from the creek banks west of Plain City up to the Hot Springs — a full day’s work per load for which he received fifty cents. The salt was used in the smelting of silver ore in Montana.

Six more children followed Sarah: Martha Ann (2 June 1877), Leonard Joseph (12 September 1878), Mary Jane (8 May 1880), Walter Hyrum (14 November 1881), Hannah Alberta (23 August 1883), and Amelia Brown (29 July 1890).

Back row, left to right: Sarah Wayment, Martha Ann Wayment, Leonard Joseph Wayment, Mary Jane Wayment. Middle row: Hannah Alberta Wayment, Joseph Wayment, Ann Reed Wayment holding Amelia Brown Wayment, Martha Brown Wayment (Joseph’s mother). Seated in front: Walter Hyrum Wayment. Photograph circa 1890–1891.

The family portrait above, taken around 1890–1891 when Amelia was an infant, captures all seven children in a single frame. Four generations are present — including Joseph’s mother Martha Brown Wayment at far right, who had herself made the journey from Whaddon in 1878. I wrote about her in the William and Martha Wayment post.

The Flood of 1884 and Ann’s Heroism

In the spring of 1884 the Weber River flooded again — not as severe as 1876, but severe enough to kill all the crops, many fruit trees, and berry bushes. Joseph moved his family into his brother John’s house on the brow of the hill north of the Arthur Marriott home — a one-room house, not large enough for all the family to sleep in. Some of the children slept in a wagon under the shed.

A day or two after they moved, a heavy rain set in. The children’s bedding became soaked. In trying to provide for his family, Joseph was exposed to the rain, cold, and mosquitoes, and he took down with malaria fever. The house was too small for any comfort, and some of the men of the locality moved the family back into their own house — even though it was surrounded by water.

For six weeks Joseph lay near death. Many did not expect him to recover. During this time Ann would walk — and sometimes wade, in water up to her knees — a quarter to half a mile west on the bench to where their cow was pastured. She milked the cow and carried the milk back to feed her husband. For a while he was so weak he could not feed himself, and Ann would have to feed him by hand. He sent for elders from Plain City to administer to him. While they were visiting, he asked to be propped up in bed and talked with them at length. From that time he continued to improve, though he was not entirely well for several years. That fall he was well enough to work on the threshing machine.

Of all the incidents in the long life of Joseph and Ann Wayment, this one — Ann wading flood water to milk the cow and hand-feed her dying husband — speaks most directly to the character of their partnership. The memorial card at their graves in West Warren says it plainly: “Ann Reed Wayment gave loyal and loving support to her husband. No problem arose that they did not find a place of adjustment and agreement.”

Firsts in Warren

The 1902 Portrait, Genealogical and Biographical Record of the State of Utah described Joseph as “one of nature’s noblemen” and enumerated his contributions to the community. He planted the first fruit and shade trees. He was the first road supervisor, serving ten years. When the first schoolhouse was built he served as school board chairman, assessor, and collector. He was one of the first stockholders and directors of the Slaterville Creamery. He raised one hundred tons of sugar beets annually for the Ogden sugar factory.

By 1888 Joseph had shifted his main occupation from general farming to dairying. He kept as many as fourteen milk cows at once. His children did much of the work — milking the cows, putting the milk in cans under cool water until the cream gathered to the top, then skimming and churning it to butter. They sold as many as 2,000 pounds of their own butter in a single year. Later the milk went to the Slaterville creamery, of which Joseph was a founding director.

Joseph’s brother Samuel Wayment was also a builder of the Plain City and Warren community. According to the Plain City history preserved by the Daughters of Utah Pioneers and now available at plaincityutah.gov, Samuel drilled an artesian well 249 feet deep that produced additional water for the early settlers, and he also oversaw the iron work and the building of the Chief Canning Factory in Plain City. Another Wayment, Owen, served as a representative of the Warren Irrigation Company in the 1961 negotiations to cement the main irrigation canal. The Wayment family’s contributions to the water and agriculture infrastructure of the Plain City and Warren area extended beyond Joseph’s own record.

In November 1910 Joseph was elected Justice of the Peace of the Warren Precinct — a fitting civic capstone for the man who had been among the first to settle Salt Creek and had spent decades building its institutions.

In 1896 Salt Creek was officially named Warren, after Lewis Warren Shurtliff, the stake president who organized the new ward — the same Louis Warren Shurtliff who had married Joseph and Ann in 1874.

Ann in Warren

Ann Reed Wayment.
Ann Reed Wayment at her home in Warren.

Ann Reed Wayment was a woman of quiet and enduring strength. Her daughter Mary Jane wrote of her: “She was an energetic worker in Relief Society, holding and filling many offices in it. She was very useful among the sick, exercising great faith as her best healing art. She was a kind, loving, very thoughtful mother to her family. She lived a useful life, impressing her children and those who mingled with her what a wonderful mother and woman she really was.”

The Warren Ward Relief Society was organized on 30 November 1902. Ann was sustained as its Treasurer, her sister-in-law Castina Wayment, wife of Joseph’s brother Samuel, served as First Counselor. Ann was not present at the organization meeting but was set apart as Treasurer on 5 February 1903. At the first Relief Society meeting held at the home of President Jane Stewart on 18 December 1902, Ann bore her testimony and gave the benediction. She served as Secretary and Treasurer of the Warren Relief Society from 1902 to 1916.

Alma Hansen, who knew both his grandparents personally and compiled their biography from firsthand family accounts, described Ann in a single memorable sentence: “She was short of stature but stood ten feet tall in her loving service.”

A February Week in Logan, 1893

Logan, Utah, with the Logan Temple visible in the background, circa 1890s. Digital Image © 2001 Utah State Historical Society. All rights reserved. Used for non-commercial, educational purposes.

In February 1893, Joseph and Ann made an extended trip to the Logan Temple — a journey that had been years in the making. In careful sequence over eight days, they completed ordinance work for ancestors in their lineage and sealed their families together for eternity.

On 16 February 1893, Joseph was sealed to his parents, William and Martha Brown Wayment, in the Logan Utah Temple.

On 21 February, proxy baptism and confirmation were performed for James Reed and Sarah East Reed, Ann’s parents, in the Logan Temple.

On 22 February, the proxy endowment was performed for Sarah East Reed in the Logan Temple. Almost certainly the same was done for James Reed that day, though that record was later lost and the ordinance was repeated at the Manti Temple in 1938.

On 23 February 1893, Ann was sealed to her parents, James and Sarah East Reed, in the Logan Temple.

For a woman who had grown up an orphan at age five — whose mother died saving her life in 1854 and whose father died in 1858 — this February week in the Logan Temple completed a covenant that no earthly circumstance had been able to make. The parents she had barely known were now bound to her forever.

A Mission at Fifty-Six

Joseph Wayment’s handwritten mission acceptance letter to Brother George Reynolds, Warren, 15 January 1900. “It would be agreeable my feelings, and consistent with my circumstances, to take a mission to preach the gospel, if I am considered worthy. I can be ready within 30 days, or less. I remain your Brother, Joseph Wayment.”

On Christmas Day 1899, Joseph was asked to fill a mission for the Church. He was fifty-five years old, a grandfather, and still carrying the kidney effects of a severe malaria attack from fifteen years earlier. His response, written in his own hand on 15 January 1900 to Brother George Reynolds of the First Council of the Seventies, occupies four plain lines: it would be agreeable to his feelings and consistent with his circumstances; he could be ready within thirty days, or less. He remained the reader’s Brother, Joseph Wayment.

On 19 January 1900 he received his formal call from President Lorenzo Snow to labor in the Southwestern States. He was set apart on 14 February 1900 by Apostle George Teasdale in the Temple Annex in Salt Lake City — the same day his Seventy’s License was formally issued, signed by Seymour B. Young, President of the First Seven Presidents of the Seventies.

Joseph Wayment’s Seventy’s License Certificate, issued 14 February 1900, certifying his ordination as a Seventy by Jacob Gates on 7 November 1889. Signed by Seymour B. Young.

His Missionary Certificate bore the signatures of the entire First Presidency: President Lorenzo Snow, First Counselor George Q. Cannon, and Second Counselor Joseph F. Smith. That Joseph’s mission call passed through the hands of George Reynolds, historically notable as the defendant in the landmark U.S. Supreme Court case Reynolds v. United States (1879), places it in the living history of the Church.

He left the next day for Kansas, laboring first in Elk County under Elder H. E. Harrison, then for nearly four months in Greenwood County, until he was taken very sick with malaria again. In his own words: “I left my field of labor on the 4th of July for St. John and arrived home on the 7th, three days later. I was sick for three or four months.” The malaria affected his kidneys, an effect he felt until his death.

While Joseph was away on his mission and then ill at home, Ann kept the farm, the animals, and the household organized. When he returned, she nursed him back to health.

The Children

Of their seven children, three preceded them in death. Martha Ann, their firstborn daughter, married Louis Alma Hansen on 23 November 1898. She died on 19 October 1908 at age 31 of acute nephritis, leaving four children and her husband. Her loss was a grief Joseph and Ann carried quietly for the rest of their lives. Leonard Joseph married Sarah Naomi Hodson in 1902, was called to the British Mission in November 1915, labored in Belfast, Ireland, took sick, and arrived home 19 July 1916. He passed away the next morning, leaving a wife and three children.

The four who outlived their parents were Sarah (married Joseph Emelius Hansen), Mary Jane (married Samuel Bagley Willis, later Orson Francis Waldram), Walter Hyrum (married Iva Dell Wade), Hannah Alberta (married Thomas LeRoy White), and Amelia Brown (married George James Lythgoe).

The 70th Birthday, 1914

Family portrait honoring Joseph Wayment’s 70th birthday, 7 February 1914, Warren, Weber, Utah. Third row center: Ann Reed Wayment and Joseph Wayment, flanked by siblings John Brown Wayment and William Thomas Wayment and sister Martha East.

On 7 February 1914 the extended Wayment family gathered at the Warren home for Joseph’s 70th birthday. Included were children, grandchildren, siblings, their spouses and children, and young Alma Wayment Hansen himself, visible as a boy in the second row, who would later compile a biography of his grandparents. At the center of the third row sit Joseph and Ann, flanked by his brothers John Brown and William Thomas Wayment and his sister Martha East. By this gathering all the children had married.

The Grasshoppers

One incident from Joseph’s later years became a touchstone story in the family, attested to by his daughter Sarah. A summer or two after his first malaria attack, he had planted wheat in the field north of the house. The crop grew abundantly, had headed out full, and was beginning to turn yellow when the children noticed one evening that a great horde of grasshoppers had descended on the grain. They went in and told their father. He was not well, still weakened from the malaria. He arose, took his cane, and walked out into the field.

The grasshoppers were large and so thick they were bending the stalks almost to the ground. What once looked like a bounteous harvest now seemed doomed. Then right there in the midst of the grain and the grasshoppers, Joseph knelt and made a most fervent appeal to his Heavenly Father for aid. Night came on. The family retired, but not without family prayer. The next morning not a grasshopper could be found on the grain. There were no traces of where they had been.

The Golden Wedding, 1924

Salt Lake Tribune, 12 August 1924. Joseph Wayment and Wife Honored on Their Golden Wedding Day.
Left to right: Walter Hyrum Wayment, Amelia Brown Wayment Lythgoe, Joseph Wayment, Ann Reed Wayment, Sarah Wayment. Photograph taken at the Warren home, circa 1924.

On Thursday, 7 August 1924, Joseph and Ann celebrated their golden wedding anniversary with elaborate festivities at their Warren home. The Salt Lake Tribune reported the occasion. By remarkable coincidence, a great-grandson was born that same day at nearly the identical hour that Joseph and Ann had married fifty years before, a son born to Mr. and Mrs. William Bennington Jr. of Ogden. The event, as the paper noted, cheered the aged couple considerably.

The celebration drew family from across Weber County. Among those present were Joseph’s siblings, his sisters Mrs. Martha East of Warren and Mrs. Emily Mullen of Ogden, and his brother Bishop William T. Wayment of Warren, along with four daughters, one son, and twenty-six grandchildren.

The photograph captures something of what fifty years in Warren had built. Joseph stands center-rear, his great white beard the same beard his doctor had prescribed after the 1884 malaria, protection for his throat and chest from the cold. Ann stands center-front, hands folded, short of stature. Sarah, their eldest, the first white child born in Warren, stands at the right. Walter Hyrum, their only surviving son, is at the far left with his wife Amelia Lythgoe beside him.

Final Years

Ann Reed and Joseph Wayment.
Left to right: Verlan Hansen, Ann Reed Wayment holding Donald Peterson, Eulail Peterson (back), Robert Hansen (front), Joseph Wayment holding Elaine Hansen, Irene Hansen. Joseph and Ann were the great-grandparents of the children in this picture.

Joseph bought his first automobile in 1912, just past his 68th birthday. About 1922 his eyesight became too poor to read. From that time until his death, someone had to read all news to him. He lived at his own home in Warren until the very end, cared for by his daughter Sarah. He delighted in bearing his testimony and seemed never to tire of talking about and explaining the principles of the gospel. His last public appearance was at a fast and testimony meeting on 11 October 1931, where he bore a strong testimony to the truthfulness of the Gospel and to the fact that Joseph Smith was a true prophet of God.

Ann did not live to see it. She died on the morning of 14 June 1931, at 8:10 a.m., at their Warren home after a three months’ illness — her cause of death recorded on her death certificate as chronic myocarditis with arteriosclerosis as a contributing factor. She had lived in Warren for 57 years without interruption. Her brother-in-law Bishop William T. Wayment was among the speakers at her funeral. A sextet of nephews and nieces sang. Mrs. Jessie Wayment sang a solo. Grandsons served as pallbearers. Granddaughters took charge of the flowers. She was buried in the Warren Cemetery on 17 June 1931.

Joseph took sick on the afternoon of Thursday, 17 December 1931. He passed away very peacefully on Sunday evening, 20 December 1931, at Dee Hospital in Ogden, of bronchopneumonia, the chronic malaria that had plagued him since 1884 listed as a contributing condition. He was 87 years old.

Obituary of Joseph Wayment, Ogden Standard Examiner, 21 December 1931.

He was buried on 23 December 1931 in the Warren Cemetery, beside Ann, who had preceded him six months and six days. They had been married 56 years, 10 months, and 7 days.

Legacy

Sarah Ann Wayment Hansen and her father Joseph Wayment in his final years. Sarah cared for Joseph at home until his death in December 1931.

When Joseph and Ann Wayment arrived in Salt Creek in the early 1870s, there was almost nothing there. When they died in 1931, Warren was a community with a church, a school, a creamery, roads, canals, orchards, many of the first of each having been planted, built, or organized by Joseph himself. They lived to see 32 grandchildren and 37 great-grandchildren. Two of their children served missions; one granddaughter and five grandsons also served missions, all returning safely.

Amanda and I visited their graves in the West Warren Cemetery on 24 May 2020. The memorial card at their headstones, the laminated display that prompted this research, was photographed that day. Amanda is their 3rd great-granddaughter through the line: Joseph and Ann Wayment → Martha Ann Wayment Hansen → Walter Wayment Hansen → Bryan Hemsley → Amanda Ross.

Bryan Hemsley, Amanda, Aliza, and Hiram Ross with the tombstones of Joseph Wayment and Ann Reed Wayment, West Warren Cemetery, 24 May 2020.
Bryan Hemsley, Amanda, Aliza, and Hiram Ross with the tombstones of Ann Reed (1852–1931) and Joseph Wayment (1844–1931), West Warren Cemetery, 24 May 2020.
The memorial card displayed at the graves of Joseph and Ann Reed Wayment, West Warren Cemetery.

Source Documents

The following family histories are available for download:

Life Sketch of Joseph Wayment – copied from a record belonging to Ida H. Johnson (granddaughter), transcribed by Hollis R. Johnson, 1956

Emily Wayment and William Negus – compiled by Alma W. and Martha M. Hansen, 1979

John Brown Wayment and Sarah East – compiled by Alma W. Hansen, 1980

German Immigrants Faced Rough Winters

This is a story that ran in the Idaho State Journal 7 April 2013.

    Editor’s note: The information for this story comes from an account of pioneer life written by Marlene Christensen, granddaughter of Charles Nuffer, in 1949.

Charles August Nuffer

    In the late 1800s, the line between Northern Utah and Southeast Idaho was pretty blurred, but the hardships endured by pioneers knew no state lines.

    One of the many immigrants who settled in this harsh frontier was Charles August Nuffer, who came to Logan, Utah, with his German parents in 1880. The family eventually settled in Worm Creek near Preston.

    His granddaughter, Marlene Christensen, pieced together diary and verbal accounts of the Nuffer family’s struggles to survive. It paints a story as seen through the young eyes of Charles Nuffer.

    “After three weeks, we found a little old log house with one room and dirt roof and plenty of bed bugs to keep us company,” Nuffer recalled. “It was on a vacant lot on the street going to the college just east of the canal.”

    The log house with the dirt roof was traded for a home belonging to Jacob Engle within a month, but Nuffer’s father struggled to find work.

     “Father would go out wherever he could get some work,” Nuffer said. “He worked on the threshing machines, and I went with him to help, and he got a bushel of wheat a day. Grandma Spring, Regine and I went out in the north field to glean wheat, we would cut the head off and put them in a sack. Father threshed them out with the flail and it made about 16 bushels.” Nuffer said the effort fed the family, and his brothers, John and Fred, earned money to pay the rent.

    There were other chores to attend to as well.

     “We had to get the wood from the hills nearby,” Nuffer said. “They have brought a team and an old wagon so we went to get some wood. Father told me to drive, as I drove out the gate and over a little ditch, the tongue dropped down and the reach came up and the team ran away. I fell under the horse’s feet and received a broken shoulder, and the horses ran around the block and back in the gate.”

    Nuffer was 10 years old when this happened.

    The next order of business for the young German American was to master the language.

    “I went to school a few month during the winters of 1881 and 1882 and learned to speak English,” Nuffer said. “We lived in Providence from June 1880 until October 1883. So from here we went to Idaho, the place the Lord has chosen for us to build our future home.”

    It would take herculean effort and stout horses to pull the family’s belongings to Worm Creek. Paradise didn’t await the Nuffer family.

    “On arriving at Worm Creek (Preston), we found a place with a house on it, a log house about 14 by 16 feet, all one room, with dirt roof, no fence around it and no plowed land, and when it rained the mud would run down the walls, and we had to set pans on the bed to catch the rain,” Nuffer said.

    Winter brought even bigger challenges. Nuffer talked about a trip to retrieve straw purchased from farmers in Richmond and Smithfield, Utah.

    “The snow was so deep Regine and I filled some big sacks we had brought from the Old Country with straw and tied on the hand sled and pulled it over the crested snow for home,” Nuffer said. “The Miles’ were the only family that were living on the creek besides us on what is now known as the Webster Ranch, and we lived on what is now known as the Fred Wanner Place. The Miles family ran out of feed for their cattle in March and they shoveled a path over the south side of the hills where the wind and sun had taken snow off the grass that had started to grow, and when they drove the cattle thought the path you could not see them because the snow was so deep.”

    That was the long winter of 1884.

    Undeterred by winter, the family then moved to Cub River and started building a new log home. Lumber was in short supply.

    “They had lumber at the sawmill but they would not sell us any for wheat, and the store in Franklin did not pay cash for it,” Nuffer said. “Father had already laid some lings down to put in the floor on so we just had to step over them all winter, but maybe it was a good thing as we got the warmth from the earth as we only had a lumber roof over us 14 feet to the top and just a four-hole cook stove to warm the house and wood to burn, and it was not at all dry.”

    The hardships didn’t deter the family’s faith.

    “Still we were happy and thanked the Lord for what we had,” Nuffer shared. “Mother would read a chapter from the Bible. We would have prayer and go to bed.”

    By Christmas, things grew tougher.

    “On Christmas Day 1884, Father sent me over to John’s after 25 pounds of flour,” Nuffer said. “The snow was up to my knees. After that flour was gone we had to grind the wheat in the coffee mill as no one went to the store any more that winter until Father and I each carried a basket of eggs to the store in Franklin on March 2 over 2 feet of frozen snow to buy some groceries. We could not buy much as we had no money.”

    To help make ends meet, Nuffer’s mother baked sugar beets in the oven and ground them up to make a sweet sugary substance to put on the family’s “bread and mush.”

    The final leg of the winter provided even more trials for the emigrant family.

    “Finally the cow went dry so we had no milk for some time and no sugar, but we got thought the winter without any sickness,” Nuffer said. “But we thanked the Heavenly Father for what we had.”

150th Territorial Series

To commemorate the 150th anniversary of Idaho becoming a territory, the Journal will continue historical stories about life in the early frontier each Sunday. A special event will be held July 4 at the Fort Hall Replica in Pocatello to mark its 50th anniversary with additional sesquicentennial recognition.