Jonas History: Joseph Jonas and Annette Josephine Jonas

This is another chapter of the Jonas history book compiled by Carvel Jonas. “The Joseph Jonas clan of Utah (including – early Jonas family history; early Nelson family history)” I am re-posting this as I received much better photos of Joseph and Annie, so those are now included!

Joseph and Annie Jonas 1883

“Joseph Jonas was born 10 January 1859.  We learn the exact date and year because of research and the United States Census.  His death certificate has the year of birth as 1858, and the headstone has Oct 1, 1860.  I was told that members of the family couldn’t remember if he was born 10/1 – Oct. 1st or 1/10 – Jan 10.  Fortunately, when Grandpa Jonas was asked during the 1900 census he told them January 1859.  So we know he was born 10 January 1859.  Also, all the other census records but one seem to agree.  Joseph was born at Frenchtown, Monroe County, Michigan.  His father was Hubert Jonas, who was born 8 Oct 1816 at Kirchheim, Rheinland, Prussia (Germany).  His mother was Maria Catharina Schumacher, who was born 13 September 1815 at Oberdrees, Rheinland, Prussia.  Joseph was the sixth and last son of a family of all boys.  These three older brothers were born at Rheinbach, Rheinland, Prussia.  These three older brothers died before marrying.  Joseph lived with his family on the family farms in Michigan until 1879.  Joseph was educated in the public schools in Michigan and could read and write.  Joseph remained a member of the Catholic Church and went to St. Michaels Parish, which is still located at 502 West Front Street, Monroe, Michigan.  This was a mostly German Parish, and this is the Parish that recorded Joseph’s older brother, John who was buried Sept 1870.  Joseph moved with his family in 1871 to Ash Township.  There the Jonas land was bordered by a railroad on its east border and was probably was the place where Joseph first became introduced to a very long career working on the railroad.  In 1879 the family sold their land in Michigan and moved to Nebraska, Platte County, in a place called Pleasant Valley.  This is where Joseph’s mother died in March of 1880.  Pleasant Valley was a large area of county and the place where Joseph visited is now called St. Bernard.  St. Bernard was a German settlement, and is probably the reason that first attracted the family to the area.  His father and brother, William, farmed with a man named Michael Jonas.  It was first believed that this other Jonas family was a branch of ours.  Research proved this incorrect.  Our Jonas family owned no land in Nebraska.  Members of our family helped this other family to operate their farm for 4-5 years.
   

“Joseph had a long career working with section gangs for railroads.  By the time he was 21 years old, (maybe before this age) until he was about 57 years old he worked for the railroads in section gangs.  The only exception was a year and a half when he tried farming.  That is over 35 years that we know of.  “A section gang was a group of men – muscular, sunburned, streaked with dust and sweat; using crowbars and mallets.  They were maintenance crews, the housekeepers of the railroad.  All summer they chip away at their allotted section of railroad roadbed, weeding, spraying, burning, resurfacing, reballasting, repairing the ravages of frost and rain.  The crew rode a handcar, which was nothing more than a flat, open truck on wheels, which raised about a couple of feet above the rails.  It could be lifted on and off the tract by four men, two at each end.  The men stood up to pump the handles by which it was propelled”  Joseph’s work consisted in “Keeping the track in good level order.  He used a jack to raise the sunken rails, shoveling earth beneath the ties to keep them in place.  Besides the regular pay, they made overtime when there was any special work to be done, as unloading gravel trains.  Only a few hands were kept on past November in the Northwest where Joseph mostly worked, two on a section.  The rest got free passes, there being next to no work on the track until the frost breaks up.”  Much of the information about section work was adapted from “Section Life in the North-West,” an anonymous article published in “Cornhill Magazine,” in January 1888.     

“When Joseph worked for the Great Northern Railroad he had to keep the track he was working cleared when the Fast Mail came.  A train that carried the U.S. Mail from St. Paul to Seattle traveled the track once a day.  The men had to be careful to get out of the way for the train.   

“Research indicates that Joseph used the following tools: claw bars, line wrenches, spike malls, adzes and tongs.  Each of the rails were thirty three feet long, and were held together by bolts and fishplates.  The men who worked on the railroad comprised the most cosmopolitan crew in American History.  They included Civil War veterans and freed slaves, Irish and German Immigrants, Mormons and atheists, Indians and Chinese.  They would ride the rails on their hand cars replacing rotting ties, tamp loose spikes and tighten bolts.  Joseph’s daily wages averaged in 1892 $1.76 to $2.20 in 1914 a day as a section foreman (statistics found in Railway Statistics of the USA published in 1917).   

“Now a little early history about great grandmother, Annette or Annie Nelson Jonas.  Annette Josephine Nelson was born 18 November 1864.  Logan 4th ward records tell us she was given a priesthood blessing 2 Feb 1865.  She was born one month after her parents had arrived in Utah from their immigration from Sweden.  She was born in a temporary dugout on College Hill, Logan, Utah.  Her parents were Johannes Nilsson, (He later changed the last name to Nelson, and also used Neilsen at one time).  He was born 4 Oct 1827 in Tonnersjo, Hallands, Sweden.  Her mother was Agneta Bengtsson who was born 9 December 1832 in Oringe, Hallands, Sweden.  Annie was the sixth child of her family.  Her husband, Joseph, was also the sixth child in his family.  She had ten siblings, 5 sisters and 5 brothers.  When Annie was born it was raining, so members of the family put pans on the bed to catch the water as it dripped through the sod roof.  Annie’s older brother, August, told about this day in his life history.  The following is a quote from he history.      “We were just moved into your home when Annette Josephine was born…She was the first child born in the Logan fifth ward.  Mother was alone except for James (an older brother) and me.  James sent to fetch father who was threshing wheat for John Anderson.  When he arrived with a sister, mother had already taken care of herself and the baby.”  The Nelson family had joined The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints the year they left Sweden.  They had built a temporary dugout until they could build a wooden cabin the following year.  That winter was very hard for everyone in the area.  An early January thaw had caused the snow to melt and the water inside the dugout was knee deep.  Boards were used so the family could walk without wading in the water.  They bailed out the home and went back the same night.    

“When Annie was a baby the following events happened.  “When mother went gleaning, I (August) had to stay with the baby (Annie).  One day I left her on the bed while I went out to play.  She rolled off the bed and got a big lump on her head.  She was still crying when mother came home.”  When Annie was almost nine years old her mother died, 4 November 1873.  It was just about 14 days before Annie’s ninth birthday.  And just six days before her birthday her infant brother, Moses, died.  Moses was less than a month old when he died 12 November 1873.  When Annie was about 11 years old her father remarried.    The three younger children were raised by a stepmother.  We have no details now, but life was very unpleasant for these three children because of the relationship with this stepmother.  This marriage didn’t last more than eight years.  Before Annie’s mother died she said to her son, “August, if I die, I want you to take care of the children.”  He continues, “That had always been my job around the house.  Later one evening mother kissed me and said, “You have been a good boy.  God bless you.”  With a smile she turned her head and breathed her last.  God alone knows what little children lose when mother is gone.  While she was sick I heard her say, “I don’t want to leave my little children.”  Little did I know or realize what home would be like without her.  She was more than ordinarily ardent and spiritually minded with high ideals, had a comprehensive knowledge of the gospel.”   

“Annie had light red hair and blue eyes.  Annie’s mother her sister Abigail, and her first daughter, Margaret, all had red hair.  Annie wasn’t very much taller than five feet, and was slender.    

“While Annie was a teenager she went to work in a boarding house.  She didn’t like living at home with her stepmother and her step siblings.  While she was working at the boarding house she met Joseph Jonas, who was renting a room.  Joseph had a dark, wavy hair and brown eyes.  During their courtship Annie received a letter from her brother, August.  He said, “I suggested to her that she marry a Mormon boy.  Her reply was that Mormon boys were not as genteel as a Gentile.”  With Annie’s unhappy life at home she must have thought marriage would be a better life.  Annie was married the same month she turned 19 years old.  Joseph was 24 years old, two months shy of being 25 years old when they were married.  They were married November 1883 in Logan, Utah.  Since Annie was born in November she may have been married on her birthday, but the day isn’t known.  Joseph was 5 years older than Annie.  Their first child was born 17 Jun 1884 in Logan, Utah.  I am told Annie’s children would come early, before the normal nine months.  Shortly after their first child was born Annie and Joseph moved to central Washington State near or at Ellensburg, Kittitas County.  That move was made before the birth of their second child, Mary, who was born 17 Jul 1885.  The rest of their children, seven in total, were all born at or near Ellensburg.  They eventually lived in several, little towns near Ellensburg, such as Bristol in the 1890’s, Thorp in 1901, and Cle Elum 1900.  Annie and Joseph moved to Washington because Joseph’s father and brother, William, had moved there from Nebraska about this same time in 1883-84.   

“By 21 Jun 1887 Joseph and his brother bought 240 acres of land.  Their father, Hubert, was living with the two families.  An 1885 census of Washington Territory has William’s wife, Emma, Joseph’s wife, Annie, our great grandmother, living at the same place.  The land was about three miles south east of Ellensburg according to the speedometer on our car when we drove the distance.  These two sister-in-lays, Annie and Emma, would help each other take care of their babies.  Annie’s daughter, Rosa, said they washed the clothes on a washing board and then would take them, especially the diapers, down to the creek.  The clothes were rinsed to get all the soap out of them.  Then they would hand the diapers over some bushes to dry.     

“The families shared responsibilities.  Rosa and some of Uncle Williams children would take the cows out on the plateau to graze.  Mary and Margaret would help take care of the house.  There were a lot of rattle snakes in the area.  Occasionally Rosa Jonas would take a forked stick and hold the snakes head down.  Then the boys would stone the reptile to death.  One time the snake was so large it pounded the ground and jumped until it got loose.  The kids never realized the danger they were in until years later.  Fortunately, no one was hurt.  Another time a large, wild cat kept attacking the cows so the kids brought the cows home.  When their parents got upset at them for bringing the cows home the kids told them about the large cat.  Uncle William Jonas rode his horse to the plateau and found the large cat tracks so the parents knew the kids were telling the truth.     

“Joseph and William sold their 240 acres 28 Dec 1888 for 100 dollars in gold coins.  They owned the land for a year and six months.  Joseph gave up farming and went to work for the railroad again, much of the time working as the section gang boss.  William stayed in the area as a farmer and homesteaded.  William lived about three miles north of Ellensburg.  While the two brothers, Joseph and William were buying their land a third brother, Francis Jonas, came to live with them.  On 5 Sept 1887 Francis baptized his son at the St. Andrews Church in Ellensburg.  For a time Joseph’s two brothers and his father lived together as a family in the same area.   

“An important date for the Jonas families must have been 3 April 1886.  This day there were three Jonas children baptized.  Joseph and Annie’s daughter, Mary; Williams and Emma’s two children, Elizabeth and Hubert.    

John, Joseph, and William Jonas probably right before moving to Utah in 1901. The photo is stamped with Ellensburg on the matting.

“It seems that Joseph and Annie rented after this time in 1889.  William’s family lived close and the cousins would visit each other.  Uncle William’s family had a gorgeous watermelon patch.  William’s children chided Joseph’s children because they didn’t have a watermelon patch.  One night, Rosa, John, William and Joseph swiped a watermelon and ate it.  They didn’t want anyone to know so they fed the rhines to the pigs.  The pigs wouldn’t eat the rhines.  So uncle William’s kids discovered the rhines and the kids were caught.    Joseph, soon after selling his land, began working for the Northern Pacific Railroad Company. He became a section foreman for the railroad.  Both the 1900 and 1910 United States Census tell us he was a section foreman.  Joseph would also make money besides working on the railroad.  In the fall of 1895 the whole family went and picked hops.   

“Joseph and Annie lived together as husband and wife for 13 years and one month.  Annie’s mother, Agneta; Annie’s youngest sister, Abigail; her oldest daughter, Margaret; Annie’s Granddaughter, Verla; and also Annie all had a similar physical condition.  Some of the symptoms were that the heart would palpitate of flutter, not fully beating.  And their womanly cycles would last up to six months and then stop for two months.  There was a chemical imbalance in their systems.  Today we would call this PMS or premenstrual syndrome.  In our family it is apparently passed from daughter to daughter, and sometimes it skips a generation.  It also seems that it is harder to live with after each pregnancy, but during the pregnancy it goes away.  Annie had a severe case of this chemical imbalance.  After each pregnancy her condition made her more emotionally imbalanced.  During her seventh pregnancy she lost the baby girl who lived only a few hours.  Rosa and some of the family gave the baby daughter the name of her mother, Annette Josephine and later sealed her to her parents.  Lillian, who was Joseph Nelson Jonas’ wife, had a dream.  In this dream her husband was carrying an infant in his arms.  That experience got the family thinking and Rosa remembered the baby being born.  While Annie was having contractions with this seventh baby she went to her husband who was at work.  Joseph was very upset with his wife for not staying home.  Some say that Joseph did a very foolish thing while he was upset, and kicked Annie where the baby was.  I’m not sure why this happened, or what the entire circumstances were at the time.  On 12 August 1896 the little girl was born.  With Annie’s history of chemical imbalance getting worse and emotional health came to the last straw.  I am certain that both Joseph and Annie felt guilt that the baby died, and blamed themselves to some degree.  Joseph took Annie to the Eastern State Hospital in Spokane Country, Washington State.  She was admitted 29 December 1896, a little over four months from the time Annie lost her last baby.  After the baby died Annie continued to loose blood for several months after.  Annie agreed to go to the hospital.  The night before she went to the state Hospital her children knew something was wrong of different.  Annie put on her nice clothes, curled her hair and slept with her children.  The next morning Joseph and Annie took the train to Spokane.  While Annie was gone Margaret, the oldest child, was in charge of the household.  The children knew that if they didn’t mind Maggie she would tell Joseph when he came home from work.     

Margaret Jonas

“After Annie was admitted to the hospital she was later sent home 31 October 1899 after 2 years and 11 months of hospitalization.  Annie was just 32 years old when she first went to the state hospital.  She had her 32nd birthday a little over a month before.  She had been admitted four days after Christmas.  With needed time to travel she must have left just a day or two after Christmas.  It was probably delayed until after Christmas so she could have one last holiday with the children.  Later she was discharged on Halloween day.  Just about a month before she was discharged, 21 September 1899, Joseph and Annie’s daughter Mary Nelson Jonas had died.  Perhaps after the loss of this daughter Joseph thought of bringing his wife home to the family again.  The family was still living in the Ellensburg area.  The stay was short.  She was home for six months and 11 days.  Then she was readmitted 11 May 1900.  Her name is on the 1900 general census taken in Spokane County while she was at the hospital.  Annie never saw her daughter, Mary Nelson, after her 11th birthday because Annie wasn’t home when she died.     

Annie Nelson Jonas 1900

“After Annie was readmitted the second time she stayed for 14 months until 2 Jul 1901.  On this day she was released by her family and taken to Utah.  On the 3rd of July 1901 Joseph, Annie and their five living children arrived in Utah at Annie’s brother’s home in Sandy.  Joseph and Annie’s sister, Charlotte, were hopeful if Annie associated with her family, the Nelson’s, it might help her emotional and mental health.  Annie’s brother, August, had this recorded in his life story, “…my sister, Charlotte Abigail, lived with us that summer (Sandy, Utah-1893).  When she went to Logan that fall she had the fever.  Later, (1901), she went to Washington to visit with our sister, Annie, wife of Joseph Jonas.  Annie had been sick for a very long time, but none of us knew the nature of her illness until Charlotte brought the whole family to Utah with her.  It turned out to be a mental illness.  She kept running away so we finally had to put her in the institution at Provo, where she died a short time after…”  “…There were five children.  It was sad to see sister in her condition.  I had not seen her since 1878, (Annie was 13 years old in 1878 until November)…Her daughter told me that before she lost her mind she would hold her head in her hands and moan, will not my father or brothers come and get me?  …Her husband destroyed her letters to us so we never knew what she was going through.”  Joseph and Annie’s children did write to the Nelson’s while they were living in Washington because we have some letters or post cards that have survived.  So it is the belief of the author that Annie could have found a way to communicate with the Nelson’s.   

“August was asked to care for the children by his mother when she was on her death bed.  Instead, he left home when Annie was 13 years old and never saw her again until she was almost 29 years old.  In his life story August said that instead of caring for the children he wanted to go and “make money.”  To his credit August did help his other sister, Charlotte, when she was older.  But it would have helped if care could have been given when the children were young.   

“After Annie arrived at her brother’s home in 1901 Annie stayed with them for a few days over four months.  Then August and his wife signed the warrant of commitment for Annie to be admitted to the Provo State Hospital 6 November 1901.  Annie’s records are still at the state hospital in Provo.  Annie remained there for 6 years 11 months until she died 23 December 1907 and was buried 25 December on Christmas Day.  She was buried in the Crescent cemetery.  For some reason the Nelson’s never put a headstone on her grave.  Years later members of the Jonas family, probably William Nelson Jonas, placed a headstone on her grave.  Annie was a young 43 years old when she died, the same age that her mother Agneta, had died.   

A copy of Annie’s Utah State Mental Hospital records are included after. There is very little in the record, but it is telling what little is included.

“While the Jonas family lived with the Nelson’s Joseph Jonas worked on August’s farm.  He was not a free quest.  While they were there it became harvest time.  Joseph worked with both families.  Joseph wasn’t a tall person, 5’6″ or 5’7” but he was a very strong man.  He often boasted that he could take the place of two men in the field.  Joseph worked on the threshing machine.  He lifted the bags of grain off the thresher.     

“Annie’s brother, August, condemned grandmother for not raising her family in the LDS church.  He would bring out his temple cloths and according to Rosa Jonas who was there, made grandma cry.  He would say, “This is what our mother was buried in.”  Then he would show her the temple clothes.  This happened a few times and grandma was so upset on time that she spit on her brother.  August probably had good intentions, but he handled the situation wrong.  Annie was a women who was sick and just released from a state hospital.  She needed special consideration and understanding.   

Joseph and Margaret Jonas about 1899

“Joseph and August had arguments, too.  August persuaded the Jonas children to stay in Utah and not go back with their father to Washington.  Rosa remembered that her father shook his fist at her and said “You remember where you belong.”  Finally, Joseph went back to Washington with only one of his five living children, Margaret.  The rest stayed in Crescent.  The four Jonas children finally went to Richmond, Utah.  Rosa married in 1904 and in 1908 the three boys left Sandy to live with their sister.     

Christian & Rosa Andersen

“An interesting book that may help the reader of this story to understand the life of Annie had while she was in the state hospitals was published March of 1908 and is entitled “A Mind that Found Itself.”  This is a biography written by the author after his complete recovery from a mental illness.  He describes conditions in a state hospital during the same time period Annie was living in one.  The man’s name is Clifford W Beers.  People who were admitted at the turn of the century were often treated cruelly.  The people who were hired were untrained and needed no qualifications.  Add to this the low wage and one may understand that people who hired to watch the sick used physical restraints and force to control their assigned subjects.  Besides having their freedoms and dignity taken away, they were assigned to one style of clothes to wear.   

“According to Annie’s records Annie was rational at times and then would have a sudden stroke of passion come over her.  While Annie was in the state hospital she wrote to her children.  She was capable of writing beautiful intelligent letters.  At times she was in possession of her mental abilities.  Unfortunately her children never answered her letters, which only worsened the way she felt about herself.  The children were young, the oldest in her mid-teens.  But the lack of support of her children and all other family relatives must have made her very lonely and given her a feeling of unhappiness and probably despair.  Also, Joseph, her husband, must have been frustrated after taking her out of the state hospitals three different times and unable to help her.  The circumstances would try the patience of any man.  Joseph and Annie were given certain trials in this life which would be hard to bear by most people.  Perhaps their trials in this life will help their standing before God in the next.  A feeling of empathy for them comes over the author when he thinks of their lives and their loneliness.   

“All of the children of Joseph and Annie, who lived past the age of 20, joined The Church of Jesus Christ of latter-day Saints.  John, William, and Joseph Nelson were all baptized 10 January 1902.  Rosa was baptized 6 February 1902.  Margaret, Mary, and Annette Josephine had short lives.  Mary died of typhoid fever 21 September 1899 being 14 years and two months old.  Her sister, Rosa, said she chided her sister and told her, “You’re not sick because your face is so pink.”  Mary unfortunately died the next day.  The children did not realize it was the high fever that caused her cheek’s to be so flushed.  Mary was baptized in the St. Andrew church in Ellensburg 25 Jul 1886 with two of her cousins, Elizabeth and Hubert.  She was just one year old.  Her headstone is on the main road or trail which runs through the Holy Cross Cemetery in Ellensburg.  Her headstone is facing away from the road so you would need to go to the back to see the words.  The original road was moved from in front of her headstone to the back of her headstone.  The headstone reads, Mary dau. of Joseph and Anna Jonas born 17 Jul 1885 died 21 Sep 1899.  She is buried next to her grandfather, Hubert Jonas and close to her sister, Margaret, and Uncle William Jonas.  Her baptism and death records are at St. Andrew’s church.  Margaret died of Bright’s disease.  Bright’s disease is characterized by heightened blood pressure.  The city paper called the Ellensburg Dawn dated 22 Sep 1904 reads, “Miss Jonas, daughter of Joe Jonas died Sat of Bright’s disease.”  Margaret was born 17 Jun 1884 in Logan, Cache county, Utah.  No records were found for her baptism in Ellensburg, although she was baptized.  We have pictures of her graduation from catechism.  Margaret was the only daughter who had red hair like her mother.  Margaret was the only child who went back to Washington with her father sometime in 1901.  She lived in Thorpe when she died.  She has a beautiful headstone with a lot of detail embossed on it and these words, “Margaret beloved dau of Joseph and Annie Jonas died 17 Sep 1904 aged 30 years 3 months.”  Both Margaret’s and Mary’s headstones were bought by grandpa Joseph Jonas.  We know that because grandma was absent from the family during both deaths.  Margaret also had a 4″ X 6 1/2″ card made at the time of her death.  This card, too, was Joseph’s idea.  The card is in a silver and black print with white background.  There is a bird that has a paper in its mouth with the following description, “Let us be patient: These severe afflictions not from the ground arise, but often times celestial benedictions assume this dark disguise.”  There is a small arch with “In Living Remembrance of.”  Then a box elaborately decorated with, “Margaret Jonas” died Sep 17, 1904 aged 20 years and 3 months.”  Then at the bottom in silver letters the following poem.  “We miss thee from our home, dear, We miss the sunshine of thy face.  We miss thy kind and willing hand, Thy fond and earnest care, Our home is dark without thee, We miss thee everywhere.”  Joseph Jonas’ sentiments are realized to a degree by the headstone and card he left behind.  He was obviously deeply hurt by his daughter’s death.    

 

Margaret Jonas

“Another interesting story we have, which gives us insight to Joseph’s personality, is how he handled his three son’s misbehaving.  The three Jonas boys, John, William, and Joseph, had been caught stealing apples.  Joseph was very upset.  But instead of doing something immediately he went and chopped some wood for the fire.  He chopped long enough to get rid of some of his anger.  Then he disciplined his three boys.  Joseph had a quick temper, but this story reveals his attempt to control his temper.  If Joseph came home and got upset he was capable of turning the furniture over.  However, Rosa’s children who knew Joseph Jonas really loved him.  Rosa said that she had often wished she had sealed her mother’s sister, Charlotte, to him after he died.   

William Nelson Jonas

“Joseph gave annual donations to his church.  One record reveals the following: “Mr Joe Jonas paid $5.00 this 11 day of October.”  Also, 5 July 1910-paid $5.00 for cemetery care; 1911-his name was written for contributions; 1912 contribution of $3.00; 1913 contribution of $10.00.  Joseph was also one of the witnesses when his brother, William, sold his land on the 18th of October 1905.  The above records reveal faith in God.  Also, there were probably other donations before 1910 that weren’t recorded.    We have a census record for Joseph in the following years; 1860, 1870, 1880, 1885, 1887, 1900, 1910.  We learn from the 1900 census that the family lived in Cle Elum, a place north west of Ellensburg, at which time they were renting a house.  The 1910 year has Joseph living in the South Kittitas Precinct.  He was living in a house with two single men, who were also of German extraction and were also workers for the railroad.  Joseph was 51 years old and his roommates were 47 and 56 years old.  He told the man taking the census that he was the head of his family and that he was a widower.  next to Joseph’s name on the 1910 census is the record of seven men who were living in a section house.  Joseph was most likely living in the foreman’s house that was owned by the railroad.  Counting the two people living with him it is likely that Joseph was the foreman of nine men during this summer work.     

Margaret Jonas

“On 19 February 1912 Joseph Jonas went to a notary and recorded the following affidavit: “Joseph Jonas to public.  Joseph Jonas, being first duly sworn, on oath states: That he is a brother of William Jonas who died in Kittitas County Washington, Oct 11, 1905; that said William Jonas died seized the following real estate situated in said Kittitas County, to wit: the south west quarter of section twenty three (23) in township eighteen (18) north of range eighteen (18) east, W.M.; that said William Jonas at the time of his death was a widower, his wife, Emma Jonas, having died in said Kittitas county, on March 17, 1898, intestate: that said William Jonas was married once; that George Jonas, son of said William and Emma died on the third day of July, 1908, at the age of ten years, intestate.”   

“Joseph Jonas was a hard working man.  He was strict with his family, and was a good provider.  He often helped neighbors by letting them stay in his house and by feeding them.  One time grandmother, Annie, had made some rolls and jam which were given to a visitor.  The man decided that he didn’t want to eat the food so after he got outside he gave the food a toss.  Joseph saw this and gave the man a verbal tongue lashing.  Also, Grandpa one day was cooking a pan of eggs.  It was a large fry pan.  A fly landed into the eggs, so he threw the eggs, fly and all, into the fire.   

“About 1907 Joseph was visiting his daughter, Rosa.  He needed some help on his section gang.  So his son-in-law, Christian Anderson, went to Washington and worked on the railroad.  His son-in-law thought Joseph was a good man to work for and after Joseph died he made a wooden cross for his grave.   

“When Joseph was 58 years old he came to Utah to die at his daughter’s home in Richmond, Utah.  Joseph had sugar diabetes and dropsy.  He had been sick for a year and six months before he died.  He stayed at Rosa’s home for about two months before he passed away.  Lillian, Joseph Nelson Jonas’ wife, who remembered seeing Joseph said that he was a handsome man even on his death bed.  He died 28 Jun 1917 at 3:00 A.M. and was buried 30 Jun 1917 in the Richmond Cemetery.  He has a headstone.  It is exactly like his wife’s headstone and were both placed on the graves by a member of the Jonas family years after their deaths.  The records aren’t clear, but the only sibling they had who could have bought these headstones was William Nelson Jonas.  All the other siblings had died rather early in life.     

Joseph Nelson Jonas and Lillian Coley Jonas

“During one of the visits Joseph made to his daughter, Rosa, in Richmond, Utah, Rosa had forgotten to put Annie’s picture away.  Joseph picked it up and said, “They didn’t tell me when you passed away, but you came to me so I knew you were dead.”   

“Some time after Cy Anderson was born, the first grandson of Joseph and Annette, Joseph made a visit to Utah to see the family.  That was probably in 1908.  Joseph bought him some new clothes, a sailor’s outfit.  During his visits he would ask the children to help their mother.  Joseph would be standing at the top of the stairs and would toss someone a nickel and say, “clean up the table for your mother and the nickel is yours.”  The grandchildren who knew Joseph really like him.  Joseph rejected any attempt his children made to convert him to the LDS Church.  But Joseph was a religious man, and believed in God.   

“Rosa loved to take her father’s coat and smell the lapel when he came to visit.  She liked to smell the smoke from the big cigar Grandpa smoked.   

John and Nellie (Andersen) Jonas

“Grandpa Joseph Jonas lived to see his wife, Annie, die; three of his daughters; both of his parents; his brother, William, and Emma his sister-in-law all die.  He lived away from his four living children for most of their lives.  He was a man with a family, but wasn’t able to be with them very much for the last 16 years of his life.  He was very much alone except for friends he made in Washington.  Grandma, Annette Nelson Jonas, except for a few brief months, spent the last 11 years of her life alone or in the company of strangers.  Annie experienced her family’s lack of support and certainly a broken heart sped her to an early death.  One may wonder why some people are asked to suffer such hardships in life.  Yet, we should always appreciate them for giving us our lives and for the sacrifices they made in raising a large family.  They provided for and loved their children, and raised them well under extreme hardships.

Remembering Amelia

I wanted to share these clippings my Grandmother, Gladys Donaldson Ross. Not sure if they were all the same time, likely. I don’t know if Amelia was a role-model for my Grandmother. I do recall her mentioning Amelia Earhart in at least one conversation with her, but do not recall the context. Grandma would have been 15 at the time Amelia went missing. Whatever the reason, Grandma clipped these and kept them. I am posting these in honour of what would have been her 103rd birthday this week, 20 September 1921 to 20 September 2024.

Colorado Springs, Colorado

The National Association of Consumer Bankruptcy Attorneys held their 2024 national convention in Colorado Springs, Colorado. This works out really well for me to attend these types of conferences that help me obtain continuing education credits in both Idaho and Utah. Most of the time I go alone, but Amanda was able to go with me this year.

The Broadmoor in Colorado Springs

The NACBA convention was held at The Broadmoor. We were pretty spoiled for the trip. We also rented a vehicle for our use while in Colorado along with Andrew and Willow Curtis. Willow and Amanda went to goof off while Andrew and I were attending the convention.

The convention hall gearing up for one of the sessions

I always appreciate when Idaho gets some air time in these events. Shows me Idaho attorneys are also doing their jobs and advocating for their clients.

In re Evans is an Idaho case appealed to the 9th Circuit and United States Supreme Court

The Broadmoor also had a bottle of Scotland’s Oldest Whiskey, Young’s Gold Medal Mountain Dew. The real original as sold prior to 1834! I had to take a picture as I do have a limited affinity for Mountain Dew. Just not as potent as this version!

Young’s Mountain Dew at The Broadmoor

We enjoyed some pretty amazing meals at The Broadmoor. Except for the cost, I would definitely recommend the meals.

Manitou Cliff Dwellings

Here is a picture I took at the Manitou Cliff Dwellings. We also attempted to drive to the summit of Pike’s Peak, but it was closed due to a snow storm the day before.

Pike’s Peak in the distance from the Garden of the Gods

Andrew and I went to law school together in Oklahoma City. Amanda and I became friends with Andrew and Willow and have enjoyed various meals and trips together with them since then. We were thrilled to spend some time with them in Colorado.

Amanda Ross, Willow and Andrew Curtis, Paul Ross at Garden of the Gods

We took some other photos of the Garden of the Gods. We also went to visit Amanda’s brother, Scott and Victoria, in Fountain while we were there. They treated us to dinner at their place.

The Garden of the Gods reminded me quite a bit of Idaho’s City of Rocks, just a different color of rocks.

I also met up with Tom Duchen for dinner in Colorado Springs. He has done legal work for City of Heyburn and it was a good opportunity to catch up and visit again. Always good to see someone personally on their own turf rather than just all work.

Logan Temple Poem

Here is a poem that was in the family history book of Golden Rulon Andra. It is with a number of other Andra, Wanner, and Nuffer histories. Thought I would share it too. I could not locate it anywhere else. I typed it as typed, no spelling or grammar corrections. I felt the spirit of the poem. I have a long family history with the Logan Utah Temple.

Logan Temple by Ingeborg S. Baird

Hiram, Aliza, Amanda, and Lillian Ross in 2015

Theres a place I love to linger,

Theres a place I love to go.

Though I’m often from it hindred

Still I love it more and more.

Oh, the place is Logan Temple

Standing proudly on the hill

Surrounded by the sunny mountains,

FLowers beautify the path therein

And the spires they reach toward heaven,

Calling you and me within.

~

In the Temple are Gods Servants,

Men and women clad in white,

They are thoes among the chosen

Endowed with power from on high,

Night and morning they are laboring

Serving thoes who come and go,

With a smile they bid you welcome

When you enter the Temple door,

With a smile they do their service

Bidding you to come some more.

~

In the Temple are God’s Angels,

Spirts from another sphere.

Though we know we cannot see them.

Something whispers they are near.

Have you felt the joy of comfort?

Have you felt the unseen power?

When you bow your head in prayer,

Angels seem close by your side;

You and me they are insparing,

Reminding us our work is here.

~

Sister, Brother, do not tarry

On the roadside in the world,

What is in the world of pleasure?

All the pleasure will decay.

There are many souls awaiting

They have waited years and years

They’re not dead, they are still living,

Living somewhere very near.

They are calling, urging pleading

Come to the Temple, come, come, come.

Aliza and Hiram Ross, Logan Temple, 2019

History of Plain City Pt 10

I have two copies of the History of Plain City, Utah. The front indicates it is from March 17th 1859 to present. As far as I can tell, the book was written in 1977. At least that is the latest date I can find in the book.

One copy belonged to my Grandparents Milo and Gladys Ross. My Grandpa has written various notes inside the history which I intend to include in parenthesis whenever they appear. They add to the history and come from his own experience and hearing. 

I will only do a number of pages at a time. I will also try to include scanned copies of the photos in the books. These are just scanned copies of these books, I have not tried to seek out originals or better copies.

History of Plain City March 17th 1859 to present, pages 150 through 165.

SITE FOR NEW TOWN PARK

SUBMITTED BY FLORENE PARKE

 In December, 1975, Mayor Lee Olsen and the Plain City Town Council consisting of William VanHoulten, Wayne Cottle, Darwin Taylor and David Thomas, passed a resolution to purchase 20 acres of land. This land was to be used as a recreational complex and also house the town hall and other municipal buildings.

              On December 30, 1975, the City of Plain City purchased 20 acres of land from Bernard and Nora Poulsen. The land is located at the north-west corner of the intersection of 2200 North and 4100 West Streets.

              The long-term plans for the park included three regulation ball diamonds, (two softball diamonds, and a little league ball diamond); an equestrian arena and open space exercise area to be used for football and other activities requiring large open spaces. A site identified for future development of municipal structures may include a swimming pool, restrooms and parking areas.

              Purchasing and developing the land is an expensive process. It is the intention of the City Council to program the work in six one-year phases. Development of the equestrian arena was part of the first year’s phase.

              The area housed an arena known as Paul Knight’s Arena. It has been used in the past for several Junior Possee competitions, calf roping meets, and various horses related events. The arena needed fencing and landfill and water installations.

              In December, 1976, the Plain City Lions Club, in cooperation with the parents of Junior Possee members, had the area surveyed and hauled 103 loads of sand necessary for a proper working arena. Approximately 30 volunteers donated their time and equipment for two days to complete this part of the work.

              Heavy gauge chain-link fencing has been purchased with money from the town and from money raised by Junior Possee members through various fund raising projects. The fence will be installed as soon as the weather conditions permit.

              Plain City’s Junior Possees, Four-H groups, and the many other residents interested in equestrian sports will have a safe place for their activities, and the town will have an arena to be proud of.

              Paul’s Arena as it is known today, which will be rebuilt into the Town’s new Park. Used for many years for horse and Jr. Posse events.

*A CHILD’S CHRISTMAS IN UTAH

BY WAYNE CARVER (SON OF ELMER AND JANE CARVER)

ASSOCIATE PROFESSOR OF ENGLISH

CARLETON COLLEGE

              It isn’t that way now. The quiet fields are broken into building lots and the farmers build jet engines in the city and garden with a tractor after work. The old canal is lined with concrete and in the center of the town the Saturday and sun-drenched baseball diamond has shrunk to softball under lights, and the county has built a tennis court just off third bade for a game the kids are beginning to learn to play in white shoes.

              The frame store with the pot-bellied stove smelling of sizzled tobacco spit and with the mash sacks and rummy dive in back is a supermarket now where wives in stretch-pants by barefoot and frozen chopped broccoli by the ton and aerosol bombs that go “SwwOOOOOOsh” and keep off the bugs or put on your pie a water glob of something threatening to be white and that keeps your arteries open.

              It isn’t the way it used to be in that un-fluent time of plowing, planting, watering, hoeing, furrowing, harvesting, and throwing the harvest in the river to be pickled in the Great Salt Lake. It is the affluent society now, of missile sites and loan companies, and the ice cream comes come frozen in glazed wrapping and taste like the strips of brown paper we used to put our upper lip to stop the nosebleed. And I have not been back for Christmas for many and many a year – to the long everyday stocking with a fifty cent piece squashing the toe, the large orange pressing the half dollar down –  a thick, loose-skinned orange that peeled clean and dry – to the heaped snow that fell on every Christmas eve – I have not been back, and it isn’t that way now – and all I can do is gather a crystal or two from a vein of quartz- or is it foolsgold? – in Time.

                                                            ****

              In the bed-covering warmth of the high ceiling room in the weather-bent old house between the mountains and the salt lake, nothing was alive at first except the dry flopping of the harness straps against the horse’s matted cost and the cold jangle of the chains against the horse’s matted coat and the cold jungle of the chains against the single-tree of the go-devil that Dad used to clear the paths between the house and the barn, the barn and the chicken coop, the chicken coop and the house, and to gouge a trial down the drifted lane to the country road where the snowplows from the shops in Ogden would come later in the day. Lying in the dark that is beginning to be thin out like spilled ink, we hear coming through the window the flopping and the jangling and the sliding rumble of the triangular runners as they push aside rocks and twigs and skid down the sides of irrigation ditches, and the tongue clicking and “steady, boy, steady,” of Dad as he talks to the horse. Hearing this, and seeing from under the door the orange line of kitchen light and, without listening for it, hearing the first snapping of the kindling in the range and smelling, without sniffing for it, the sulphurousness of coal smoke, we know- all three of us – that we have been trickled ourselves and somehow, we can’t say how, had fallen asleep – sometime, somewhere, – back in that black night and that Christmas had come again and caught us sleeping.

              Then the tinny, descending jingle of loose bedsprings, the cold shock beneath the warm flannel pajamas legs, the cold fluttering linoleum slap against the feet; and the orange line beneath the door flashes upward and out: We are across the kitchen, through the heavy coal smoke to where the living room door id barred, sealed against us, as mother, at the side door, calls outside, and Dad comes in.

              Daylight comes with the smell of oranges, pine, needles, pine needles, and chocolate, and coal smoke from the heater, and the brittle crack of hazel nuts and the tearing raveling crunch of peanut shells, the shimmering glissando of tissue paper crushing, the sweet sticky slurp of cherry chocolates, and the crack and shatter of peanut brittle. Amidst the smell, above the sounds, comes the “oh, just what I wanted,” of Mother and the “Very nice, very fine,” of Dad and the “One -two-three-four! I got four presents that’s simply more than anybody,” of Mary and the “This Wheel’s just fine cause it’s got a burr on the axle, not a cotter key,” of Nephi, and the “Billy’s got this book, he’ll not swap. I’ll swap with Rex,” of another.

              By mid-morning the board valley glisten under the cold sun, and you have gone alone through the fields I the over-the-boots snow and along the row of willows besides the canal and watched the muskrats swimming in the alley of dark water between the frozen banks, have seen the runic tracing of the quail and pheasant trails and shaken the loose snow away from your collar that a magpie knocked down on you as you passed beneath the cottonwood trees to Rex’s place where you ate rock candy, swapped the extra Bomba you had read for the Army Boys in France that you had not. By noon you have been to Bill’s through the glare of the sun and snow and shown him your hi-tops with the long grey woolen socks ad the fold-over edge of red at the top and eaten peanut brittle, been to Grant’s and seen the new skates, shown-off the cream and green cover of your Plunk and Luck and eaten candy, been along the roads, the ditches, the trails until the snow packed into ice inside your boots has sent you home to dry and then, drying, behind the big heater in  the living room to sail on the stack of books to all the great green world that never was and will last, therefore, forever.

              The crunch and ravel and shimmering tinkle is gone from the room now. The quiet is there like a field rippled with snow until the others return from their rounds, and in from the kitchen come only the first rasps ad scrapes and clicks and hacks of dinner’s getting underway. There is pine tree and warmth and the smell of chocolate syrup. Behind the stove Bomba the Jungle Boy crouches in the grass besides the trail as the enemy patrol with poisoned darts in their quivers and blow guns in their hand file slowly by the disappear into the tangled heat of the jungle. In the gassy, coal smelling clearing Bomba is wiping into glittering brightness the still smouldering and dripping blade when, bursting through the streaming wall of branches and vines, comes Aunt Em’s bellow of tribal greeting, followed by a safari of cousins and a diminutive uncle, each one bearing weapons and supplies clutched in their careful and love-filled hands.

              “Good Lord, Louisa, there you are just as I figgered, sweating out in the kitchen while everybody else has a fine faretheewell. We’re late but I been after Ephriam since daybreak to get them cows milked so’s we could get on our way. By Judas Priest, you would thought the man had never milked a cow before. Biggest kid in house for Christmas. I get more work out of the cat than I do him. Lordy! You ought to see that house. You can’t see out the windows for trash, and I’m so flustered I think I sliced an egg on the jello and a banana on the hot potato salad. I’m afraid to look, I tell you. And Moroni? – he was out chasing the girls until je ought to have been home milking, too; and, Lord, Sara and nell, you’d of thought they never been given anything before. And all the time, Eph draggin’ along, them cows moanin’ out in the barn, their bags so full they’d like t’have died, nothing to eat – it’s a good thing for that, I suppose. Why, he didn’t get out of the house until ten O’clock, the milk man had come and gone by two hours and all the time me trying’ to bake a cake in a crooked oven with the coal Wilbur man sold us at a special and, Louisa, I’m tellin ’you it ain’t coal at all. It’s just dirt. It’s better dirt than half that hard scrabble your man’s farming down there in Salt Creek, and if Wilbur can sell that sandy loam he sold me for coal, I’s say Josiah’s got a fortune in fuel under that field of onions he tries to grow ever summer. Glow! I’s by there t’other day lookin’ for the horses before the shruf stray-penned “ em and I say to Eph, “Josiah’s got a nice five acres of picklin’ onions out a that salt flat he’s tryin’ to farm. Ought to get a special price, seein’s how they pickled all summer.  Grow! I’s by ther t’other day lookin’ for the horses before the shurf stray -penned “em and I say to Eph, “ Josiah’s got a nice five acres of picklin’ onions out a that salt flat he’s tryin’ to bake this cake, and roast a shoulder of pork and fix the salad and I’m up to my chin in candy and nuts and wrappin’ paper until I finally just booted everybody out the back door and said, “Lordy, go over t’the neighbors and dirty up some fresh territory while I get something done.” So they did. Except Eph. He’s still settin’ there in his new robe and slippers, dozin’ mind you, his head bobbin’ back and forth like a derrick fork. And them poor cows hollerin’ to be milked, and finally I told him, “Lord almighty man, go out there and take out enough milk to relieve their pain anyways, even if you don’t care about no milk check next week.’ So he did. Well, here we are. Where d’you want me to put the roast to keep it warm, Here! Give me that knife, I’ll peel the taters. Don’t you get no help? Where’re your kids? You get started on the rolls, woman. This house is goin’ to be crawlin’ with starving prople before we get turned around and us without a thing to put in their mouths.I thought I told you Big J flour’s better’n this other stuff. Lord! I don’t know what’s goin’ to happen to us. Ten o’clock milkin’; I tell you, I thought I’d never live to the day.”

              And then the green jungle explodes into white brightness and come alive with cousins and uncles and aunts as the tribal dance around the tree begins and the hecatombs are offered to the angry powers of hunger and love: roast chicken, roast turkey, hams, and pork shoulders, brown gravies, chicken gravies, sage and giblet stuffing, candied yams and sweet potatoes, mashed potatoes, cranberry sauce, creamed corn, wax beans, lima beans, and string beans, carrots – tossed salads, potato salads, gelatin salads, cream pies, fruit pies, mince pies, pumpkin pies, chocolate cake, and white cakes, jello ad whipped crème and sliced bananas, candy in dishes and boxes, apples, oranges, and bananas – and one cup of coffee brewed just for Uncle Heber, the free-thinker of the tribe who risked the taboo, and for him, too, the cracked saucer for the ashes of his cigar.

              And above the crack of celery, the clack of china, the clink oof silverware, the chattering drone and occasional giggle or scream, and through the acrid halo of smoke around Uncle Heber’s head comes Aunt Em’s piercing voice: “It’s a foul habit and an abomination in the sight of God, Heber, and I’d rather see my brother take to drink than terbakker the way you do. And coffee defiles the temple of the spirit in a worse way, and Louisa’s curtain’ll smell of Christmas and sin until the Fourth of July because of you.”

              And though the drone and chatter, Uncle Heber’s: Sis, you finish your meal in your way; I’ll finish mine in mine. The Prophet used to smoke, so did Brother Brigham – and chew. They chewed and spit like any man. I sin in good company. Fact, is sis, if the truth was known, smokin’ and good coffee got to be a sin because Joseph had an allergy to caffeine and nicotine. Used to break out in hive after every cup of joe and every satisfying drag, so he made both a sin. Say, get me a stove match will you, sis, while yer up – in the kitchen there. See? A good cigar goes out if it ain’t appreciated.”

              And then through the long dying of the day, the world beyond the oppressive clearing behind the stove goes on. Bomba frees the friendly white girl, eats a tapir, while through the nebulous jungle wall from far beyond come the shouts and squeals of cousins and brother and sister play, the falsetto chirping of Aunt talk, and the grumbling bass of Uncle talk. And as the Army boys march aboard the transport in New York to go to France with “Lafayette, we are here,” on their lips, there hovers in the air of the stifling, coal-gas smelling hold of the transport:

              “Franklin D. Roosevelt was sent by God to lead his children out of bondage.”

              “I like that man’s smile. Then he sticks them cig-roots in his mouth and I tell you I jist don’t know!”

              “We should have won that game on the Fourth;  Freddie just got a leetle tired. . . .”

              “Walkin’ on to my farm and tellin’ me what I can grow and what I can’r. I sicked the dog on that little pipsqueak. . . .”

              “Doak, that big elephant, fannin’ twice with men on. . . . Never could hit a round-house out.”

              “. . . on relief until his first paycheck . . . blew it all one weekend at Elko. . . “

              “Next time Brig Roberts umpire, I say protest the game. . . “ “Two of them Clinton players smoke. I seen ‘em. . . “

              “Good for them . . . “

              “Heber!”

              “Paid in paper script. . .  not worth the paper it’s . . . “

              “. . .  kept track the last three games . . .  fanned four times with one on . . . “

              “Farmers the last one to get anything from a government . . . “

              “We got 3.2 beer what we have to risk damnation to drink. But the price of tater’s about the same as when Hoover. . . “

              “ Eat the taters then the shut up. “ S bettern defilin’ Em! We’d live forever, that a-way – the two of us.”

“Ha!”

 “Only hit all year as I remember rolled down the gopher hole back of first base in West Warren for a ground rule double. . . some clean up hitter be is. . . “

              “don’t care how the man smokes. I’d vote for FDR for God tomorrow if I had the chance..”

              “But President Hoover says. . . “

              “To Hell with President Hoover!”

              “Heber! Heber! Heber!”

              And now Bart, the oldest, most handsome, most dependable of all the Army Boys in France, escaped from the hospital in the rear, slogs through the nuts, shells, and package wrapping of rural France, wet, cold, delirious, dropping into shell holes as the rat-a-tat-tat of a match-shooting gun rattles out of the living room from behind the sofa. In the lull that follows, as the darkness comes on, a command rips across the subdue murmur of No-Man’s Land: Ephriam! It’s milkin’ time. Lord! Let’s go on home and see how many cow’s got mastitis from this mornin’. Judas Priest! One thing for sure. Never milk a cow, never have to. They’ll have their bags caked-up like a lick of salt. Come on, Eph!.

              And Uncle Heber, rising from the waves of cigar smoke, “Emmie sit down. For the Lord of all the Lamanites. I only see you about once a year, it seems like.”

              She, settling back into the sofa, “That’s for sure.” There is a long quiet. Then, “But Heber, when’re you going to come to your senses and make your peace with me and the Church.”

              I’m ready, Emmie, always have been. For you or the Church. But I figger the Church’ll be a dang sight easier to settle up with that you.”

              From inside the pill-box in the living room comes another burst of fire, and Bart, with his dependent buddies, crawls along a little stream in the gassy gloom of twilight, trying to get a bearing on the mortar that is lobbing rounds into the Company. And Bart whispers, “I’m going over there to see what it looks like, anyways.”

              “No, no, bart,” from his friends. But he, “Remember the Luistania.” Ashamed, they say no more. “It may not be what I’m after but just beyond that hill is where I need a pig for winter dressing up, and if Parley P. Brown – Goodie-Two-Shoes Brown, we called him in school – has got what I want –“

              ‘Heber! That’s talk I won’t hear. He’s a God-fearing man and –“

              “And a man practically lacking in the power of speech, Em, that’s what he is. Why, Em whenever I think you’re right, that I’m a sinner temporarily damned to a lower degree of glory, I remember the day I went over there to buy that pig. We’re out in the pen, see –  a sloppy pen if you ever saw one – and all these weaner pigs are grunting around in there. I’ve got this gunny sack and a three foot piece of two-by-four, but Parl Brown don’t so things that way. No Sir! ‘You stay here, ‘ he says and he crawls in that stuff. I’ll return presently with a shoat.” Return! Presently! Shoat! The man can’t talk. Well – anyhow – he slops into the pen. He corners one of the wet-snouted little balderdroppers, lunges at it and, by Christmas, kisses by half a foot – skids into the plank wall. Judas Priest, I though he’d killed himself. Picks himself up. Scrapes himself off. Looks over at me. You could hardly see his face. ‘Little rascals,’ he says, and grins; he corners another. Dives again, skids, misses, splatters, hits, stands up,wipes, away at himself a bit. Elusive little tykes,’ he says, turns, gets ready to do it again. I’ve had enough. ‘Parl!’ I beller at him. He looks around. I crawls over the fence. By jaspers, I’m near tears, ‘Parl, for Juniper’s sweet loving sake, man, don’t talk to pigs like that.  Now you go on, get out of here!’ He goes, me pushin him. Then I turns to the litter and look them square in the eye. They’re all backed into one side and a corner, still and quiet. They’d sense the change right off. Then I hold my two- by out in front where they can see it. I drops my sack open, the mouth of it facing them. I drops on my haunches and teeters a bit. Then I says, real tight and lowlike: ‘Now – you little thin-snouted, bleary-eyed runty-backed, spiral-trailed sons of this litter, one of you hop into this sack.’ Why, almost immediately, you might say, the one nearest the sack trots over, sniffs a hit, squeals a little, and walks in the sack and curls up. I snap the sack to with a piece of binder twine, hoists it over my shoulder, climbs ion the pick-up and brings it along home. Paid Parl a day later by check. Well, Emmie, you see the point? Sin has its place. A man like Parley P. Brown might not defile the curtains in the parlor, might make it all the way to the Celestial degree of glory, but he’s not worth a good God- damn in a pig pen.”

              Then the war draws to its close in the snow of winter and the troops march home from No-Man’s Land, over there, over there – across the rubbles of papers and candy and peanuts and broken toys and needles from the trees, and , suddenly, the lights all over the world come on to Mother’s: You’ll ruin your eyes, son, reading in the dark behind that heater.”

              And only the others are there now – the other two and Dad and Mother – and we eat a sandwich of cold chicken and have some milk out of the big pan in the pantry and we have family prayer around a chair in the kitchen. Kneeling there, the linoleum burning its cold into our knees, everything is love and one and whole. The day is blest, and all the days to come.

              In the bedroom we shiver against the cold sheets and giggle and fight for warmth against each other.

              In enveloping blackness we hear the squeak of the snow under Dad’s boots as he walks for the check-up to the barn and hear the sounds of cleaning up from the kitchen.

              Overhead the attic creaks as the old house sways a little in the winter chill that comes down on a black wind from the black mountains to the east an moves through the valley and across the salt lake and into all the years to come – but that cannot touch the bed-covering warmth of a Christmas that is past.

*Reprinted by permission of ‘The Carleton Miscellany”

Copyright, 1965, by Carleton College

Northfield, Minnesota 55057

FIRST PLAIN CITY CANNING FACTORY

              This was the first canning factory in Plain City. It was located across the street from Loyd Olsen’s home at about 1900 North 4700 West. The factory was built around or before 1900. The picture was taken in 1906 or 1907. The factory was torn down in 1916 or 1917 and part of it was moved to become part of the john Maw store. Laura Musgrave remembers working there as a girl.

              We do not have the names of those in the picture, but were told that the older man on far right is Abraham Maw who run the factory. He is the father of Henry T. Maw and grandfather of Abraham Maw.

PICTURE TAKEN ABOUT 1900

Front row left to right:

              Trina Folkman, Wilford Danvers, Lonna Richardson Miller, Thomas Jenkins.

Second row left to right:

              Elea England Watson, Dave Geddes, Luci Rawson, Sophie England, Jed Skeen, Melissa Carver.

Third row left to right:

              Rose Stoker, Cerilla Richardson, Lorenzo Lund, Sussen Geddes, John Moyes, Riley Skeen, Lyman Skeen, Emily White, Richard Lund.

              Peter Green was on the original photo with only part of him showing. You could see his hat and right arm and leg.

EARLY ORCHESTRA

The man with the cap is Robert Hunt. He is Clara Hunt Singleton’s brother. Clara was the mother of Florence Singleton Simpson.

OLD PHOTOS

Above two: Plain City’s 110 year Anniversary.

Picture taken in front of the old dance hall. In 1959 on the Sunday nearest the 17th of March no cars were allowed at the church, just teams and horses and buggies. The people came to church in pioneer dress as a climax to a weeks long celebration.

Above: Rear view of the old Church house. The upstairs was a recreation hall with a stage.

PLAIN CITY CANNING COMPANY

The Plain City Canning Company was built in 1925. They operated the factory for over 30 years. During World War II they used prisoner’s of war for laborers during the canning season. It is owned by George Cook.

EVERETT’S PLUMBING

This building was built by Everett Taylor for his plumbing business.

BUSINESSES OF TODAY

BUILDERS BARGAIN CENTER

              Builders Bargain Center, formerly England’s Builders. This business was started and run by Chester England for many years.

The Confectionery, but known to everyone in City has the Pool Hall, or the Grog Hall.

BUSINESSES OF TODAY

BARNES FURNITURE CO.

              Barnes Furniture Co. was started by Hebert and Elida Barnes in the winter of 1948-1949. Elida had acquired upholstery skills through Utah State Extension Services with offices in Odgen. Herbert learned wood work, restyling and remodeling from Utah Defense Depot. An elderly German refinishing craftsman taught Hebert the refinishing craft. Later on both had upholstery training through Weber College.

              The first shop was one-half of a small railroad box car situated east and south of the present shop at 1600 N. 4700 W.

              This makeshift shop was soon out grown. The present shop erected in 1953.

FIRST SHOP

Now owned by George Cook and used as a bath house.

PRESENT SHOP OF BARNES FURNITURE

BUSINESSES OF TODAY

            PAUL COSTLEY GARAGE

This garage opened in the fall of 1947, and is located north of the city of Plain City.

C. & B. REPAIR SHOP

The C. & B. Auto Repair Shop owned by Curt Knight and Bruce Hall. The old building at the left is Rall Taylor’s old blacksmith shop.

BUSINESSES OF TODAY

CLIFF FOLKMAN SERVICES

Cliff Folkman operated a gas station in this location for over 30 years. He moved into the new building in the fall of 1964, located in the center of town, on the east side of the Square.

WHITIE’S CAFE AND ICE CREAM PARLOR

Dennis White opened his cafe in the summer of 1976. It is located on the east side of the Square.

BUSINESSES OF TODAY

UTAH TRANSIT AUTHORITY BY RUTH FOWERS

            On Tuesday, July 6, 1976, the Utah Transit Authority started regular bus transportation services to Plain City area. The bus arrived in Plain city at 6:55 A.M. and returned to Ogden through Slaterville by way of Pioneer Road. The schedule continued every 40 minutes, the late bus leaving Plain city at 6:55 P.M., Monday through Saturday, with o service Sunday or holidays. It is called Route #20 Plain City.

            This service had been in the planning for some three years prior. The U.T.A. is supported by quarter of a cent sales tax. The fare being 15 cents for adults and 10 cents for children and senior citizens, with senior citizens allowed the courtesy ot ride free between the hours of 10 – 3 and after 6 P.M.

            Many citizens are enjoying this method of transportation to and from Ogden, some extend its service to Salt Lake City and return.

BANK OF UTAH

            Nov. 27, 1972, marked the grand opening date for the Plain City Branch of the Bank of Utah.

            The bank has had a steady increase in its patronage since the beginning. Services are available to all the citizens in the surrounding towns. Some clientele come from as far as south Brigham City.

            The bank started with three employees and now as four.

Rodeo Visitors

Here are three Letters to the Editor written by my Grandmother, Gladys Donaldson Ross. There are likely more, I will share if I stumble on them.

“Rodeo Visitors

“Editor, Standard-Examiner:

“I would like to thank Ken Cross and anyone else who was responsible for giving the handicapped and shut-in people the opportunity to see a nice rodeo at the Stadium July 17. It put a lot of happiness and joy into the hearts of these people who otherwise would not get to see a rodeo.

“I also would like to thank Miss Rodeo Utah for her wonderful kindness in going among these people and visiting with them. She was so very sweet to take time out and shake hands and visit.

“Troop 55, an all-handicapped Girl Scout Troop, would like the public to know that there are some very wonderful people in Ogden who do care and think of the shut-ins. These are the kind of people it takes to make a wonderful city like Ogden.

“Mrs. Gladys Ross

“Box 291A, Rt. 3, Ogden

“Plain City Sewer

“Editor, Standard-Examiner:

“Have you ever woke up in the morning and cried when you looked out of your front window? I have many times this last month when I see Plain City being destroyed like a bunch of ants taking over a piece of ground.

“I live in a beautiful, friendly town. I love the people and my wonderful neighbors. We voted in a mayor and town council to help us make our town something to be proud of, but instead I now find I want to sell our home that we have worked all our lives for and leave all my wonderful friends. I’m sure my neighbors all feel the same.

“Our former mayor and city council really sold Plain City down the drain. First, they put in a sewer that was to cost only $6 a month which is now up to $9. You pay this each month if your home is vacant or not. Then it cost $500 just to go past your home and the sewer still isn’t in proper functioning. How much more will it cost the people to get this sewer fixed right?

“They have permitted low-cost homes to be built so close to the drain ditch that when they get front porches on them they will have no front yards.

“How has our town council planned to accommodate all these homes on this small road with a sewer that isn’t perfect yet and a garbage dump that in time won’t hold all our garbage?

“I’m sorry for our new mayor for the job he has stepped into but won’t someone who knows something please help us before Plain City is destroyed of all its beauty and force the lifelong residents to move away.

“Mrs. Gladys Ross

“Plain City

Jan 12, 1971 – Letters to the Editor

“‘Dream Come True’

“Editor, Standard-Examiner:

“I think the citizens of Ogden should know about the most wonderful school in Ogden. It is the Weber Training School for the handicapped children.

“It is a dream come true for the parents and their handicapped children. I think everyone should see the school at 12th and Orchard and recognize the devotion of the principal, Mr. Hudson, and his staff.

“These teachers are more than just teachers. Their hearts and souls are with these children. They seem to know all the students and area always ready with love and understanding that handicapped children need so very much.

“I watched the love and devotion of the principal and teachers one day when a student became seriously ill. The teacher gave the student mouth-to-mouth resuscitation and never stopped until the ambulance arrived.

“I feel that the quick thinking, action, love and devotion to the students saved this child’s life.

“I am very proud and thankful for these wonderful people and know my daughter is getting the very best of care and training.

“My only question is how can we put an age limit on the education of a handicapped child. The state legislature passed a law that these students would not have to pay for their schooling when the Ogden and Weber boards took over this school. Now some one has put an age limit of 20 years old and all over that must pay $30 a month. These older children are the ones who have paid for their educatino when we didn’t have a decent school.

“I hope we can find an answer to this unfair situation.

“Gladys Ross

“Ogden

Open primaries bill introduced in Congress

Letter from George Wanner to Clara Bodrero

Back l-r: Laura, Wilhelmina, Floyd, Kenneth, Ivan, Earl, Hazel, Barbara Bodrero; Sitting: Moses, Wilhelmina, Clara Bodrero

This is a copy of a letter transcribed and in the records of Golden Rulon Andra.

“Preston, Idaho

“Feb. 4th, 1941

“Dear Clara,

“I just ran into your letter of last Dec. Sorry I did not tend to it sooner.

“Well, my father was born October 18th, 1845 in Holzgerlingen, Wurttemburg, Germany. He served in the war in 1866. He also served in the war against France in 1870 and 71. He received the Iron Cross for Bravery.

“After the last war, he moved to Grunkraut, Ravensburg. He got a job from the goverment as a Strassenwarter (road overseer in English). He held that job until 1893 until he immigrated to this country, or until he joined the church.

“I don’t know much about his early life, but I believe he was a weaver of cotton goods. He also had a small farm, and I did most of the work on it.

“In 1893, 21st of June, I think, they all headed to Mapleton, Oneida Co., Idaho. He bought John Nuffer’s farm at Glendale (now Franklin Co., Idaho.)

“Later, he bought the Jed M. Blair farm in Whitney, Idaho. Started to raise sugar beets. (Your mother can tell you the rest.) My father was a sucessful farmer.

“In Jan. 1900, he moved to Logan City, Utah, and did a lot of Tempel work, until his death, which was Feb. 16th, 1922. He was buried in the Logan Cemetary.

“John G. Wanner

“179E. 1st So. St.

Prestn, Idaho

John George Wanner Jr

“P.S. I don’t know anything about the family bible. I know there were a lot of dates and information about the family. I was not present when the furniture was divided.

“I did not get any of it.

“J.G.W.

“This above letter was received by Clara Bodrero, 495 W. 5th No., Logan, Utah, several years ago. John G. Wanner was her grandfather.