Showing posts with label Lovell Wyoming. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Lovell Wyoming. Show all posts

Friday, December 13, 2013

Mother's "Best" Christmas


Phil's surprise arrival home for Christmas!
That is Marlene's graduation picture above the chair.

Mother wrote of her "Best" Christmas.  Both Phil and Marlene were away from home for the first time, and mother was very lonesome for them.  Marlene was away at school in Seattle, where she had earned a scholarship, and Phil had joined the Air Force.  She heard the song "Silver Bells" and it made her cry, thinking of her children who were so far from home. 

When the family was picking out a Christmas Tree, mother thought a smaller one would do.  She wasn't expecting anyone other than us little kids.  When Christmas Eve arrived, the front door flew open and across the living room floor scooted a big duffel bag, and Phil came in after it.  He made his way home for Christmas for a wonderful surprise for us all.  On Christmas Day, Marlene called to wish everyone a Merry Christmas and it made the holiday complete for mother, who always looked on this as her Best Christmas Ever!

I remember Phil and the tree.  He was so tall, he could look down at the top of the tree.  The ornaments we had were unique I think.  We had some that looked like candles that when they warmed up, would bubble so it appeared to be a flame.  We had the large bulbs that were popular at the time, and to make them more interesting, we had some colored flame resistant material that looked like cotton balls that were placed over the light bulbs and made a soft glow.  The tree was never complete without lots of tinsel.  Mother always had a round mirror in the living room, and every year she taped a two dimensional foil ornament to it that folded out and looked like a big silver snowflake. 

Mother would bake sugar cookies that were numbered 1 - 12.  We got a cookie each day that counted down to Christmas.  They were kept on top of the freezer in the kitchen.  They were delicious! 


Mother always baked sugar cookies that counted the days until Christmas.
I'm pretty sure, there were some of those cookies and pies on the freezer
behind us.  Seated at the table from right to left is Georgia, Mary Lou
and Dean was pretty brave, sitting in daddy's chair!

Saturday, January 1, 2011

Christianna Dolbell Riding Asay Allphin


Christianna Dolbell Riding
Christiana Dolbell Riding was the daughter of Christopher Lister Riding and Eliza Adelaide Dolbell. She was born on December 8, 1857, in Provo, Utah. She died on April 18, 1925, in Lovell, Wyoming in the home of Adelbert Asay, her son.

Christopher Lister Riding

Eliza Adelaide Dolbell
 Christiana was born in one of the first two-story buildings in Provo. When she was three days old, the building caught fire and her mother carried her out of the building.

Her father was called to Dixie and he took his two families there while Christiana was still a baby. When she was 16 months old, her mother gave birth to another baby and Christiana was set out in the yard to play. An Indian took her and headed for his tepee, however, her father rescued her before she entered the tepee with the Indian.

She was very fond of her father and as she was able to walk, she followed him to and from his tin shop. When she was two years old, she was following him and he and he went further than his shop, across a swift canal, crossing only on a pole. When she tried to cross, she fell in and was carried down stream. Her father’s first wife saw her fall in and rescued her.

She loved nature. She never was known to lie in bed after the sun came up. When she was too young to work, she would rise early and pick flowers until her mother got up. She was part of a large family and her mother had a card and spin wool to make clothing for all the family. Her mother didn’t have time to teach Christy to cook and sew, but she wanted her daughter to learn some of the finer skills. So Christy went to work in some of the wealthier homes and learned many of these finer skills. She pleased many of her employers. She worked for one of Brigham Young’s daughters, Susa Young Gates. She learned how to polish silver and wait on tables properly.

She had olive skin; an abundance of black hair, brown eyes, was a medium height, and was always pleasant. When she was 16 or 17 she met a young farmer, Edwin Asay, and fell in love with him. They married in her father’s home. Her brother Taylor married at the same time.

Edwin Asay Born 31 Mar 1846
 Edwin and Christiana moved to Arizona, but soon returned to live with Edwin’s mother. Shortly thereafter their first child, Frank, was born. As soon as Frank was old enough the couple, the young family went to the St. George [Temple] to be sealed. Their 2nd child was born and died in St. George. They moved to Long Valley, but eventually settled in Mount Carmel, where they built a log cabin and planted apple trees. Here their first girl, Eliza Adelaide, was born. When Addie was nine days old a heavy rainfall came down the valley. The men tried to turn the stream that was threatening their grain. Christiana was alone with two little ones as the flood came down past the house and washed away the corral, the chickens and pigs. Inside the house the young mother found only one spot where she could keep her baby dry.

In the summer of 1884 Christiana was expecting another baby. In May of that year Edwin took sick. He tried to help his wife as much as he could, as she wasn’t feeling well either. On June 5, 1884 Edwin died of appendicitis. Just 10 days later Christiana delivered a baby girl and named her Ruth. Christy’s confided to her brother George, who was living with them, that she needed medical care. So she sold her farm to Bishop John Eager, traded a yoke of oxen for a span of horses, and on 15 July 1884 she loaded up her wagon and left Arizona with her young family. They arrived in St. George four weeks later.

Israel D. and Christianna D. Riding Asay Allphin
and child (unknown)
In the autumn of 1884, Christy was ill, newly widowed, with six children to care for. She was only 28 years old. An elderly gentleman named Israel Dodge Allphin came calling. Christy opened her door to him. Israel was older than her father and was twice a widower. All of his children were grown. He promised Christy that he would “put shoes on her children’s feet” and “give them an education.” She accepted his proposal and they were married April 22, 1885. If his young wife thought of him as only a provider, she was surprised to have her virile old husband father four more boys; George, Reuben, Owen, and Donovan.

Christianna Dolbell Riding Asay Allphin
In the summer of 1902, Delbert Asay and George Allphin, prevailed on Christy to leave Panguitch, UT and moved to the Big Horn Basin of Wyoming, where Delbert and George were currently living. In May of that year Christy with her remaining boys and daughter Addie Asay, in company with Mr. John C. Houston, began the 750-mile trip to Lovell, Wyoming, a trip that took eight long hard weeks to complete.
On April 18, 1925 Christiana died at the home of her son Adelbert Asay. The following is a quote from her obituary.
Christianna Dolbell Riding Asay Allphin
 Monument, Lovell  Cemetery Lovell, Wyoming
“Grandma” Allphin was known to all as a patient, uncomplaining devoted mother. She had striven through continued trials and hardships rearing two worthy families, to be stricken seven months before her death with paralysis, which affliction rendered her entirely speechless and helpless yet conscious to the last, and showing appreciation, no matter how much pain she was enduring, by a smile.”

Note: Israel Dodge Allphin died 25 April 1903 in Elba, Cassia, Idaho. He was buried 26 April 1903 in Elba, Cassia, Idaho.

Publisher's Note:  Over many years, my mother and I visited the gravesites of family members, in Lovell, Cowley and Penrose Wyoming.  When visiting G-grandmother's gravesite in the Lovell cemetery which is situated in the shade of a large tree, mother told me about a controversary that developed between the Allphin and Asay families.  Unfortunate "feelings" occurred over the Monument for Christianna.  Her full name is lengthy, and challenged the size of the stone and possible financial concerns entered in to the final product.  "Christianna Asay Dec 8, 1857 - Apr 18, 1925"   Understandibly the Allphin family was disturbed their family name was not included, and someone had the Allphin name chiseled in later. It saddened my mother that this had happened, and I hope those feelings have long since healed.  But it influenced the way my mother looked at her own situation.  My mother who also has a long name, was determined that her full name would appear on her monument to avoid a similiar situation.  Her wishes were followed, and if you visit the Cowley Cemetery, you will see the monument for Walter Simmons and Deliliah Mae Asay Wasden Robb.
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Source:
(An Extract from “The Hearts of the Children - The Story of Reuben Lister & Ella Elvina Allphin”, by Joyce Kay Allphin Goodrich)



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

Lovell Wyoming - More Early Images

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Lovell Town Hall

Old Lovell Hospital

Lovell Public Schools- Lovell Bulldogs
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Lovell Rose Court Motel

Big Horn Glass Factory circa 1910

Lovell Main Sreet 1950's

Bridge over Shoshone River (Historic Register)

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Lovell, Wyoming - Early Years








circa 1920 note White Church on right


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