Monday, December 13, 2010

The Christmas List - 1926

Adelbert Asay
our favorite Santa
The first Adelbert Asay family reunion was held August 30, 1957 at the old house in Lovell.  At this time the family was organized with officers and goals. One of the high-lights of the evening was a box of momentos found under the floor during recent renovating of the old family home.  Articles were held up for the owners to claim .... old shoes, hammer etc.  The prize item was Grandma's Christmas shopping list for December 10, 1926:

Christmas - - 1926
Albert - necktie 75 cents
Bert - necktie 75 cents, shirt $1.50
Percy - overalls, necktie, long sox
Boice - overalls, necktie, long sox
Merril - shirt, overalls, necktie
Calvin - baby rattle and shoes
Hyrum - garters, necktie
Hyrum Jr. - marbles, ball, and shirt
Wayne - material for rompers and a ball
Papa - shirt, necktie, and Sandy Andy
Gladys - cloth for aprons and stockings
Mae - shoes and stockings, one suit of underwear and garters
Helen - shoes, stockings, doll
Mama - cloth for aprons
(Zela has to help be Santa)
Sandy Andy toys variety of tin lithograph...
would love to know which one Grandma would buy for "Papa"
Merry Christmas!

Sunday, December 12, 2010

The Most Memorable Christmas

Adelbert Asay aka Santa
One hot summer day as we sat in Grandma's living room sipping lemonade, a grandson, Matt asked, "Grandma, what was the best Christmas you ever had?"  Grandmother told him this story:

Many years ago, though it seems like yesterday, our means were quite limited.  We knew Christmas was coming.  We had six little children at that time, who we loved very much, and we wanted to have such a nice Christmas for them. 

So Grandpa hooked up the team and went to the mountain for a load of wood.  He brought it down and took it to Brother M.D. Harris, who said, "Delbert take that load of wood over to the school, and I'll give you $8.00 for it."

Grandpa took the wood to the school and received a check for $8.00.  He then came home, and he said to me, "Mama, this will have to be the Christmas.  It is all I've got and all I can get.  I'm going to give the check to you, and you do the best you can with it."

I went into the bedroom and put on a nice dress and combed my hair.  Then I knelt down and told the Lord our circumstances and the money I had.  I asked Him to direct me that day - where I should go and do the best I could.

I felt good about it and went up to Main Street and cashed the check.  Then I went up to Bishop Cutler's, and I paid 80cents tithing on that check. I then went back to town and every store I went in, I got something we needed.

When I got home and the parcels were opened I had: a chicken, some sugar, some eggs, flour, candy, and a tiny gift for each child - and a little suit for Ab.

Papa brought us home a Christmas tree which we decorated with popcorn and cranberries.

We knew the Lord had guided my footsteps to bargains all over town, and I even got a little something for Papa and I.  This was the most outstanding Christmas we had in those early years.

Aunt Gladys, who had joined us in Grandma's living room said, "This was our best Christmas ever, and it was a real testimony to us children of the value of tithing and praying to Heavenly Father in time of need."

Martin Calvin and John Boice Document

Martin Calvin Boyce
Transcribed from above letter written in Grandmother Asay's handwritting


John Boice - Patriarch

"These. Few questions you mentioned. Answers

 1. My Grand Father John Boice. 1. wife is Jane Hearns (died young)
Inserted 2. He married Mary Ann Barzee


Mary Ann Barzee Boice
 The saints had to cross a lake to attend their meetings. They crossed by Boat. The Boat sank out in the lake - all aboard were drowned. At that time, it was advisable for men to have the women sealed to worthy men. 2 of the young ladies were sealed to my grand Father John Boice. They had a elderly lady sealed to him known as Old Auntie to us, but she was cared for by my grand parents. It is writen that Grand Father John Boice said the Prophet Joseph was the only man he could not pin his shoulders to the mat, (wrestle for pure entertainment)
Prophet Joseph Smith Jr.
Now for the item you ask for. My Father Martin Calvin Boice was Born. April 7. 1844 at Crook Creek Hancock County Ill. At that time, the Prophet Joseph Smith in grate danger by the mob a crats. They wanted to kill him. The Saints did all they could to protect the prophet from these wicked people by hiding him in their homes. At this time, my grand parents hid the prophet in their home. Thus he (inserted: my Father 2 months old) was held in the Arms of our beloved Prophet Joseph Smith. But the wicked men later caught the prophet put him in Carthage jail. On June 27 1844 the mob gathered broke in the jail and shot Hyrum Smith the prophets Brother also the Prophet Joseph Smith. My grand father rushed to the scene as soon as the alarm was given; but it was over.

My Grandmother told me this It always made me feels so sad - I did not talk about it much.

I appreciate your efforts more than you know.

By to all.
Love and Blessings
Mom

Friday, November 19, 2010

Pioneer Heritage Cemetery - Spanish Fork Utah







1530 East 1884 South Spanish Fork, Utah Resting place of
 Alpharetta Boice adopted Indian Baby of John and Mary Ann
This Cemetery has also been called The Old Palmyra Graveyard, 
the East Bench Graveyard, and The Upper Cemetery.
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Today there is an actual address, paved road and parking space, curb, gutter, sidewalks, green grass, lovely flowers and rock wall fencing. There is no doubt, when you drive up to this spot, there is something special here.

In the early 1980's, I was searching for the cemetery where the little adopted Indian baby Alpharetta was buried. I asked towns people I came across in Spanish Fork if they knew of a pioneer cemetery.  Some would tell me where the city cemetery was located, but they were unaware of any other cemetery in Spanish Fork. I thanked them, and keep looking. I had long since talked with the Sexton of the Spanish Fork Cemetery. He showed me where the older part of the cemetery was located, and tried to be helpful. I was grateful to him, but I could tell it was not the place. The place I was looking for had been imprinted on my mind years before as I listened to the Pioneer Stories told by Grandmother Delila Asay. When she told the story of Alpharetta, she spoke with such emotion in her voice, and the detail she gave created an image in my mind clearly of a time and place I had never been but would recognize when I saw it.

John Boice
Mary Ann Barzee














 Over a period of a few years, I asked people  I came in contact with in Spanish Fork, if they knew of the existence of a pioneer cemetery. I knew I was looking for a place high, overlooking the valley, and the Spanish Fork River.  When Bill and I were looking at homes built on the new golf course, I asked a man the familiar question.  To my surprise, and delight, he told me of a small cemetery located in a field.  He drew a map and gave some instruction to help navigate the agricultural fields of corn, and alfalfa.  With map in hand, Bill and I started out. The instructions went something like, drive about 3 miles, then take the second lane lined with corn fields and old wood posts with barbed wire, you'll see a tin sign on one of the posts... if you come to a farm house, you've gone to far....



We followed the directions, to an area where there was nothing but fields, and a farm house in the distance. We drove along the dirt lane, which was reminiscent of the farm I grew up on in Cowley, Wyoming without the drainage ditch. Finally we saw an area enclosed by tall chain link fencing with a monument inside.  This looked promising.  We drove over the ruts in the field as far as we could, and then got out and walked the rest of the way.  When we entered the enclosure,  a tall vertical historic monument was directly ahead with the names of the known pioneers buried there.   Small river bed stones laid around to provide a better walking area than bare ground.   Weeds had grown through, hiding the small rounded, weather-worn red sandstone markers left by the early pioneers.   I could detect no lettering left on any of the sandstone markers, but they were mostly of a fairly uniform size and shape, and marked the final resting place of loved ones of long ago.






















As I looked around, visually I knew this place met the criteria Grandmother Asay laid out. More importantly, I knew in my heart this was the place.

As the years past, need for housing as populations grew, began to show itself in the changing landscape surrounding this little plot of land.  As the land changed from agricultural use to housing subdivisions, corresponding changes were seen at the little cemetery.  When I drove to visit the cemetery I was greeted by a new southern entrance instead of west.  A tiny parking space was chisled from the side of the hill, and there rather steep stairs led to the cemetery at the top of the hill. A new square wooden sign greeted me when I reached the top that said, "Pioneer Historical Cemetery". 

Pioneer Historical Cemetery
The next time I came to visit, there were more changes.  The Southern entrance and stairs were gone, I'm quite sure they didn't meet wheelchair accessibility requirements.   The wooden sign was replaced by a nice wrought iron. 


















The monument had received a "face lift" of sorts too.  It was no longer facing West, and the tall vertical monument that is "typical" of pioneer monuments had spouted wings, and concrete steps.  The gravel, weeds and small sandstone monuments were still there, and the iron sign had a fresh coat of paint.  The farm house is framed under the sign.



















The next time I visited around  2008, the changes I saw caused me some alarm.  The headstones were missing and more changes were obviously in progress. This concerned me enough to make a visit to the Spanish Fork City offices.  With the subdivision encroaching on the area, I wanted to make sure this cemetery was protected and it's integrity maintained.   

Flags marking grave sites.













The City had started a high-tech process to locate the various graves using echo type equipment to map out the cemetery.  The headstones had been removed and I was told they were being "restored" and would be replaced.  I was satisfied with what I had been told was happening and watched with interest as the project progressed.



















That brings us to what you will find when you visit the little cemetery in Spanish Fork today.  The Pioneer Heritage Cemetery was re-dedicated July 22, 2009.  The monument has been removed, but the DUP marker set in the monument in 1943 has been re-set at the entrance gate of the newly renovated cemetery.

set  in original  monument

names of known pioneers buried here





Sculptors Erasmo and Alex Fuents
The statue was unveiled by the sculptors and assisted by Mayor Joe Thomas at the re-dedication.  The figure depicts a young pioneer family.  "The statue embodies all those who lost loved ones and buried them here; but looked forward with hope and peace to the future."

sidewalk around perimeter with benches for reflection
new concrete markers
























One cannot deny the renovation to the Heritage Cemetery has resulted in a peaceful setting, and in keeping with the high rent housing that surrounds it.  But what happened to the red sandstone markers?  I called and they ceased their "restoration" efforts as it "wasn't turning out well".
Brock Larson learned of the cemetery restoration and decided to make placing headstones at the new Pioneer Heritage Cemetery his Eagle Scout Project.  "I thought that this would be cool because it was something to do for our ancestors."  It is lovely, but I will always remember the first time I saw this almost forgotten cemetery, and the feeling it gave me as I looked at those hand chisled, red sandstone markers, knowing that one may have been placed by John and Mary Ann for their beloved Alpharetta.  Still, now Alpharetta's name and legacy is known to all who come to this little cemetery and pause to read this bronzed plaque that tells her story.  Grandmother Asay would be very pleased.
to read Alpharetta's story:
 http://pioneerstories-asay.blogspot.com/2012/03/story-of-alpharetta-boice-indian-baby.html




1530 East 1884 South Spanish Fork

Thursday, November 18, 2010

Selena Marshall's Life Story

Selena Marshall Gregory
SELENA MARSHALL’S LIFE STORY
Author Unknown - Posted as Written
Selena Marshall was the daughter of Thomas Marshall and Sarah Goode. Selena was born February 22, 1844 at Linton Hill, Herefordshire, England. She was baptized August 13, 1854.

They had joined the saints, but Brother Thomas Marshall did not have good health and died in England. After his death sister Marshall still was very anxious to come to America. She had the courage and desire to emigrate to Utah. She had five daughters and one son. One of the daughters was a frail sickly child, and on that account she hesitated to leave their comfortable home, but she had a blessing given to her, in which she was promised, she would go to Salt Lake Valley and not lose a child. This was a great encouragement to her. She made preparations as fast as she could for their departure from England. She and her children left Linton Hill, Herefordshire, England in April, 1856 by railroad to Liverpool, where they sailed on the ship “S. Curling” with Samuel Curling as master. Dan Jones was president of the company on board, comprising 800 souls of L.D.S. saints, mostly all of them were Welsh stock.

Selena’s mother also paid emigration for her sister, Maria Goode, who was unmarried. Sister Marshall was 34 years of age, and the children were: Lavinia 12, Selena 10, Tryphinia 8, Louisa 6, George 4, and Sarah 2 and Maria Goode 25 years of age. They sailed from Liverpool on the 19th of April, 1856, and landed in Boston on the 23rd of May, 1856 where they boarded a train for Iowa City, arriving there on June 2, 1856.

A few days after their arrival on camp grounds, they joined the handcart company and headed for Salt Lake Valley with Edmund Ellsworth and Daniel McArthur as their captain and leader. This was the first hand cart company headed for Salt Lake Valley. Selena was next to the oldest child, and she had the responsibilities of helping her younger sisters and brothers along while her mother and eldest sister pulled the handcart. Everyone, even the small children had to walk, unless they were ill.

Every person in the company was given a pint of flour a day to make whatever they wanted to do with it. Selena always made her share into bread, and kept most of it to coax her sisters and brother along and it helped a great deal when they were so tired and weary. She sometimes helped others in their camp by gathering wood for their campfires. Some were thought wealthier than others for they had more supplies in their camp. These people at times gave bread to Selena for her help. She would keep it to coax the children along, as it helped so much to keep the children moving along ahead of the hand carts. Selena asked her Father in Heaven to take away her appetite so that she could give her rations to the younger ones more easily. She got very weak and made tea from wild herbs to strengthen her, but she seldom got hungry.

Selena with sisters Sarah and Louisa
Selena is sitting
When the children were tired, she offered them a small piece of bread if they would go to a bush or rock that she would point out ahead, and she took turns carrying them a little ways to rest them. When they reached the chosen place, she would give them a bite of bread. This was a very long and tiresome journey for these brave souls. 
Tryphena Marshall Hunt
They encountered a very disheartening experience on their journey. When the company had stopped to make camp after a long hard day, they found that one of Selena’s sisters was missing.(Tryphinia) Many were alarmed but the captain tried to quiet them by saying that the wolves would have her by that time, and he didn’t want anymore lives lost by trying to rescue her. Selena and her mother really felt that they could find the child and started back in search for her. After going a short distance from camp, they both knelt down in prayer. Her mother had a feeling immediately that she would find her child and they did find her huddled up close to a large bunch of grass near the trail. They hurried along with light and happy hearts with the finding of her. The wolves howled on all sides of them, but they were so thankful to find the lost one, that they were not afraid. The mother didn’t forget the promise made to her in the beginning of her journey westward, and it buoyed her on the road to her goal. On their way back to camp, three men of the company came to meet them. They arrived back to camp in the early morning in time to go on with the company that day. 
Brother Brigham brought a treat of ginger snap cookies
When the company was two days from Salt Lake Valley, Brigham Young and a few other men came to welcome and cheer them on. Brother Young brought them a treat of ginger snaps. Each child was given three cookies. There was not enough for all the grown ups. Selena kept most of hers for her little brother and sisters. Their journey proved a very hard one, and conditions were very bad in Salt Lake Valley. They arrived on September 26, 1856 and camped a week to rest. As conditions were so bad, they went on to Ogden and made their home at William Wadleighs residence for a while. He was very good to them and helped them in many ways. Mrs. Marshall married Joseph Chadwick in 1857. Mr. Chadwick didn’t prove to be a good husband to Selena’s mother, and she obtained a divorce in the beginning of 1860. That spring she left Ogden and took her family to Cache Valley, arriving in Franklin, Idaho April 14, 1860 where she made her home.

Selena worked very hard to help her mother get a home, and they planted a garden and small crops. She went to the canyon for wood and also plowed with an ox team. She became acquainted with a good man who was a widower, and who had just previously come to Franklin. He was from England and Selena was 18 years old now and anxious to get a home of her own. She married Robert Gregory, son of John Gregory and Elizabeth Sylvester, on the 2nd of January, 1863. Bishop Preston Thomas performed the ceremony. They were quiet about their marriage, and Bishop Thomas left a dance during intermission to marry the couple at the bride’s home. They lived a short time with Selena’s mother, then made a home out in the Franklin Fort. Selena was very happy and contented with her fine husband, and she gave birth to a daughter on October 17, 1863.

The town Franklin was divided in 1864 into one-fourth acre lots. With eight lots to a block, Selena’s husband was given a lot on the south of the public square. They raised a good crop of potatoes that year, and started to build them a house on their lot. They had this year for their share, 80 bushels of wheat, which they sold for flour and other necessities. Wheat was worth $5 a bushel and potatoes $2 a bushel. They surely felt like they were on the road to prosperity. They bought a team and wagon, which they badly needed. In January, 1865, they received their endowments and Selena acted as proxy for her husband’s first wife, Mary Stevens Gregory, who died while they were crossing the plains at Fort Laramie Wyoming. The weather was extremely cold and their ears were frozen while returning home from Salt Lake City. When they got back as far as Smithfield, their little daughter was very sick and broke out with measles. They stayed with brother McCann until Mary Lavinia was well enough to be moved to Franklin.

Brother Gregory purchased more land out south of Franklin, which they called the south field, but which later was named Mount Hope, then later called Cove. When the ward was divided into two precincts, Cove was the south ward. On January 6, 1866, Selena gave birth to another girl, whom they named Sarah Selena.

Wild Parsnip
In the summer of 1867, a sad experience happened. Their daughter, Mary, with two other little girls of the neighborhood wandered away into the south fields near spring creek. They picked a bouquet of poison parsnips and ate some of them on the way home. The girls became deathly sick. With great difficulty they saved Mary’s life, and the life of Emma Pree, but the neighbor girl could not be made to vomit up the poison, thus causing her death.

Another daughter was born February 1, 1868 and named Charlotte Maria. This year, their crops were much better and grasshopper pests were not so bad.

In November, 1883, the Y.L. M.I.A. (Young Ladies Mutual Improvement Association) was organized, with Selena taking the office of President. Her husband, Robert, acted as first counselor in the Y.M.M.I.A. (Young Men’s Mutual Improvement Association). In 1894, the primary organization was effected and Selena served as counselor, continuing to labor in this organization for six years. Selena served as Relief Society visiting teacher until her health would not permit her to serve any longer. She enjoyed good health, however, until her family was grown and all married. She was the mother of thirteen children, eight girls and five boys. Three children died in infancy, but all the rest married and had large families, also. They all worked in the church in their respective wards. Her husband, Robert Gregory died suddenly while asleep in bed at the home of their second daughter, Sarah G. Porter, which whom he was visiting for a few days. The date of his death was December 28, 1900.

Selena Marshall Gregory 1888

Selena acted as nurse and midwife and helped many, many people through sickness, epidemics and childbirth. It is estimated that she brought 2000 or more babies into the world, including all her grandchildren. She also nursed under doctor Adaminson and he swore by her. There were many, many times a doctor would send patients to Selena, telling them that she could do more for them than he could do. She was good and stayed by her patients until they were out of danger.

Selena Marshall Gregory
 She was very kind and helpful to everyone, a very good cook and home maker. She knew how to work and do many kinds of art and needle work. She could knit a stocking or mitten with her eyes closed, and did this many times while telling stories to her grandchildren, of her many experiences crossing the plains. Selena never had a chance for book learning or to go to school during her whole life.

In 1914, she bought a small home in south Franklin, Idaho, thereby leaving the home in Cove to her boys, George and Thomas. They each bought an equal part of the farm from her. She became a victim of sugar diabetes and suffered several years from that disease. She cared for herself until December, 1917, when she became bedfast and died at the home of Charlotte G. Preece, on January 1, 1918.

She left numerous posterity- sons and daughters, grandchildren and great-grandchildren. She was a noble wife and other with a sterling character, and did much good in this world. All loved her and her wonderful ways. She was buried in Franklin, Idaho.

Robert and Selena Gregory Monument
Franklin Cemetery Idaho
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Source:
Author unknown

Tuesday, November 9, 2010

Zion in Her Heart - The Sarah Goode Marshall Story

Article prepared for the Ensign Magazine by Marlin Sharp.  Grateful thanks to Marlin for permission to post with original paintings commissioned for retelling this important history. 
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