Showing posts with label Adelbert Asay. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Adelbert Asay. Show all posts

Saturday, December 7, 2013

Adelbert and Delilah Asay Family 1920 Census



Adelbert and Delila Asay Family
Mae (my mother) is second from left
Circa 1940.

This summer, I was reviewing genealogy documents check accuracy, and looking for anything of interest that may have been overlooked.  In doing so, I discovered a puzzlement... to me at least. The 1920 Census in which the Adelbert Asay Family appeared was in the Byron Precinct District 0012.  I had never heard of the family ever living in Byron, Wyoming until that moment.  I had heard of them living "on the bench" for a time but thought that was in the Lovell limits and just north of Lovell, not northwest. 
1920 Census Byron Precinct District 0012

I immediately sent out e-mails to my brothers and sisters and some cousins and aunts and uncles who might know more about this.  It was a fun exchange of thoughts, but two held the key to understanding.  Joye Marostica spent much time in dictating stories and histories while visiting Grandmother Asay in Lovell.  This has proven to be a very interesting writing, as well as important documentation of the family's earlier years for which I am forever grateful.  Joye responded, directing me to the section on "Their Homes" in her book "Till we Meet Again."

"Delbert and Delila's homes though often very meager were clean and pleasant, functional, and filled with His Spirit.  However, with ten children, I can not say they were quiet.  But they were a place of comfort and love; where children grew to adulthood knowing they were loved and having been taught the gospel were ready to face the world.

Their honeymoon home was her father's camp wagon.  Later they lived a short time with his parents, where their first baby was born.  Their much loved home in the mountains was next, and then a small house was started on their lot in Lovell.

Grandpa was given the chance in 1919 to lease the Hatch ranch in Byron.  This exciting opportunity, however, turned out to be disastrous. 

It started out well -- Grandma loved having an abundant supply of delicious apples and melons for her family, and the children were thrilled with all the riding horses available.

Then the winter hit...it was one of the worst on record all Grandpa's cattle froze in the fields... even Grandma's favorite cow, Snowball, perished as she huddled next to the haystack.

Horse draw school wagon, similar
to description of one used in Byron.
The covered school wagon, with seats on the side -- and a wood stove, was now unable to get out to the Asay ranch.  The children missed most of the school year, but Delila, making the best of the situation, read them Black Beauty, Tom Sawyer, and other classics belonging to the Hatches; and so the year wasn't a total academic loss.

Young Mae with puppy
In the spring a near calamity occurred to two year old Mae.  Just as company pulled into the yard she was discovered, without a stitch of clothing, standing on the roof with her toes curled over the edge.  Grandma was more frantic than embarrassed - and very carefully coaxed her back through the window.

It is hard to say whether there are more pleasant or unpleasant memories of the ranch... however Delila's journal indicates the move back to Lovell was welcomed.

She felt through this experience they had all grown in such spiritual qualities as courage, faith, and perseverance.  Ranching was difficult and humbling, but also a time for drawing close to one another and to the Lord.

In Lovell the big house was eventually completed.  Starting with only two rooms, Delbert and his sons kept adding on until a magnificent 10 room structure was created for their growing family.

The children now laugh about coming home from school and finding a door where a window had been, or two bedrooms in he place of one - changes were made as the need arose." 

As it turns out, the Hatch Ranch is located 3 1/2 miles northeast of Byron, right between Lovell and Byron.  Any references to the Asay Family living in Byron is coming from this 1920 Census record and or this story.

Uncle Cal and Aunt Colleen added interesting information when they responded.  Aunt Colleen wrote the following:  "Cal said it may have come from Church Records, when Grandpa Asay received his plot of land.  It was on the hill, on the road going to Byron from the "Y"., on the west side of the road, not far from where Grandpa Sessions' (my dad) drive-in movie place was in later years.  Cal believes that might have been in the Byron Precinct District.  We're not sure but it wouldn't be too far from the Hatch Farm (Ella Mae Alphin Hatch)  Cal says that Grandpa say's assigned plot of land, ten acres, back in the 1920's, was covered with alkali.  Grandma Asay pointed out to Cal that it was not a good piece of land.  He doesn't remember of ever doing anything with that plot."

So happy this little puzzle was found and resolved while we had those with first hand knowledge to help fill in interesting information. 

Joye wrote that her mother, Aunt Zela, said all their cows froze in that dreadful winter in Byron... they moved to Lovell and never came back.  Mother also told us of the time Aunt Mae just a toddler stood on the edge of the roof of the Hatch house they were renting in Byron with no clothes on!  Scarred them all to death! 

I have never heard any of mother's siblings telling this story on her.  I can only imagine her embarrassment if they had. 

The indexer of this census incorrectly interpreted D. (Delilah) Mae Asay's name to be "D. Mary" unfortunately an easy thing to do when extracting names.

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Sources: 1920 Census Byron Precinct District 0012
Till We Meet Again, "Their Homes" pages 70-71
Family e-mail correspondence









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."

Tuesday, April 13, 2010

"Lovell is a Pretty Little Town"

Wyoming Meadowlark
Wyoming State Bird

When ever I hear the melodic trill of the Meadowlark, it touches me to my very soul.   I am immediately transported to a quieter, more peaceful time and place, and my heart rejoices hearing the sound once again. I remember Grandmother Asay and my mother Delilah Mae repeat the trill of the Meadowlark song, and putting it to the words, "Lovell is a Pretty Little Town,"  It always brought a smile to their faces and a twinkle in their eye to hear the Meadowlark song, and delighted in telling of Grandpas'  love for this "pretty little town".  The sweet memory brings a smile to me.  Story retold for us by Joye Marostica:

My sister and I occasionally had the opportunity of sleeping over at our grandparent's home. This always delighted us for it was like being in a different land though it was just across town.

To kneel around the big bed with our younger aunts and uncles and grandparents for prayer before retiring made everything seem so right with the world.

In the morning I would often rise early and find Grandma working in the garden. She always welcomed me and we would pull weeds together. I remember her telling me to listen carefully to the Meadowlarks as their song could be heard every morning, and they had a special message to give me. It was, "Lovell is a pretty little town" -- and as I listened of course that was exactly what they were singing!

The town my grandparents chose to raise their family in truly was a pretty little town. the population then as now, many years later, stays at about 2,500. The trees lining Main Street reached over to touch each other. The beautiful blue Pryor Mountains loomed up to the north and to the east rose the mighty Big Horns. People didn't lock their doors and drugs were unheard of. Peaceful is the most descriptive work for the town of Lovell in those days.

It is called the "Rose Town" because Dr. Horsley taught everyone how to plant and care for roses. Not only are roses around all the homes but also at both entrances to the town, where he planted beautiful rose gardens. Dr. Horsley was given the honor of naming the "Peace Rose" by the National Rose Society.

                       Peace Rose

He was loved by everyone and especially by me because he always remembered my name and the date he delivered me. This amazing man knew these facts for all of the many babies he brought into the world.

My Grandparents were happy to have him for their family doctor and he knew the Asay children well. I'm sure he never for got the time Helen, their youngest girl, slid down the beet pulp silo and had to have literally hundreds of slivers removed.

Sugar beets were and still are the main industry of the town. I will always remember riding to my first Junior Prom in my boy friend's beet pulp truck. The stench is indescribable... it never leaves one's memory!

Entertainment in Lovell for teenagers appears to be almost the same now as when Grandma was being courted by Grandpa. Instead of dragging Main Street in a horse and buggy, however, we now see Hondas, Buicks, Datsuns, and a few motorcycles. Dancing in Grandma's day was on the river bridge; now it has been moved to the open air street dances and the school gymnasium. Picnics by the river have been transferred to the beautiful new city park that even has a swimming pool. We, as well as our grandparents, swam in the canals that are used to irrigate a region that would be desert without them. (Insert by Editor: See the history of the Colonization of the Big Horn Basin by clicking on William Heber Robb and Clara Minnie Simmons)

On the surface there seem to be few big changes. We know, as did Grandmother even in her day, that satanic influences can always be found lurking in the shadows of small towns as throughout the world.

I don't know if Grandma would agree, but I feel the chances of her children growing up without the danger of evil were much better than ours. At least she didn't have to contend with the drug scene, pornography, R rated movies, and the new morality.

Yes, Grandmother knew about the real world, but she also knew what the Meadowlark was saying, and I will be eternally grateful to her for helping me see the pretty things in life.

Little Town
I like to live in a little town,
Where the trees meet across the street.
Where you wave your hand and say "Hello"
To everyone you meet.
I like to stand for a moment
Outside the grocery store
And listen to the friendly gossip
of the folks that live next door.
For life is interwoven
With the friends we learn to know,
And we hear their joys and sorrows
As we daily come and go.
So I like to live in a little town,
I care no more to roam,
For every house in a little town
Is more than a house, its home.
...........................anonymous

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Lovell, Wyoming  Rose Town
Thank you Dr. William Watts Horsley

Click below to listen to the Meadowlark Song