Wednesday, August 29, 2012

From Hyrum D Jensen, son of David and Serena, The David Jensen home near Preston,Idaho. This building is facing south as you can see that the door is in the end of the building. The north part where the people are standing was built in the summer of 1871. The south part was added soon after. When we lived there, there was a shanty added to the south end of the house. The north part of this house was the first house built on the Preston flat. It had a dirt roof as you can see. At the time we moved from Franklin to Worm Creek it had no floor just the bare ground. When the south part was added (which also had a dirt roof) a rough board floor was placed in the two rooms. The log building you can see standing in the rear was used by Joseph Clayton while he was building his log cabin one-half mile south of the homestead. Here is where my mother (Bertha Serena) lived and died. When the funeral was held for her her casket with her body in it was placed on a bench just where the two girls are standing near the east side of the house. The people who attended the funeral were gathered around just about as you can see we were when this picture was taken."
This photo shows a view of the south and west side of the two rooms of the David Jensen home near Preston. The grown people are from left to right: Hyrum D Jensen, Elmer Jensen, Samuel Jensen, George Shaffer, Christina Shaffer, Joseph Jensen, Junius Jensen, Sylvia Jensen, Sarah Alder, Margaret Jensen, Sarah Jensen, Julia Konstance Jensen, Richard Jensen, Charles Petersen, Sara Petersen, Dagmar Jensen, Nora Smart, James Smart, Fredrick Jensen, and May Jensen.
Sons and daughters of David C Jensen and Serena and Julia K Petersen Jensen. Letter in parenthesis means the person is the son or daughter of Serena (S) or Julia (J): Front row, left to right, Samuel (J); Christina (J); Sarah Alder (S); Nora Smart (S); Hyrum (S); Second row left to right, Elmer (J); Fred (S); Junius (J); Antone (S); Oscar (S); Wilford (J); Richard (S); and Joseph (S).

Annie Christina Sorensen Peterson

Annie was born in Brekke Maridalen, Oslo, Akerhus, Norway the 8 October 1821 to Soren Hansen and Anne Sorine Christiansen Hansen. She married Simon Pedersen/Petersen the 16 December 1842 in East Aker, Akerhus, Oslo, Norway. Simon and Annie had eight children: Berthe Serene born 20 August 1842; Peter Olavis born 19 February 1844; Hans August born 29 July 1846;Christian Elvin born 12 March 1849; Julia Konstance born 30 August 1851;Hendrick Emil born 29 January 1854; Annettie Othellie born 2 July 1858; and Charles Ferdinand born 19 June 1863. In Norway the Petersens were known as Simonsens. Annie's mother, Anne, met the missionaries and was baptized in 1857. Annie waited until 1861 when she was baptized against her husband's wishes and joined the church. Her oldest daughter, Serena, joined 21 February 1862 along with her husband. Julia Konstance was baptized 15 March 1863 when she was 11. The four older boys, Peter, Hans, Christian, and Hendrick were totally against their family's baptism. They never accepted the gospel but would later come to America and settled in Wisconsin. Peter is the only one who had children, so the Wisconsin families are directly related from him. Hans August never married and died of cancer. Christian Elvin went to Canada but never married and died there. Hendrick Emil went away and as to his whereabouts no record is available. Annettie and Charles later joined the church and emigrated with their mother. David and Serena with their daughter, Josephine, and Serena's sister, Julia left Norway and emigrated to Utah on April 6, 1863. David saved money and sent for his mother-in-law, Annie, Annettie, and Charles to come to America. Annie was a wiry, small, thin, rawboned, energetic, extremely friendly, and pleasant person. She was a woman of conviction and was always knitting or doing something with her hands. When she was over 70 she would walk the 10 miles from Franklin to Preston. She gleaned the wool off fences as she went along. Later she carded, spun and knitted the wool, and always knitted as she walked. Peter Olavis came from Wisconsin to Idaho to see his mother, and they talked all night. Annie was not well at the time Peter came. Peter returned to Wisconsin and his mother died a week later. She had been ill for a long time before her death. She died in Christina Shaffer's house where she had lived about a year, November 28, 1899 at the age of 78. She is buried in the Franklin Cemetery. In the summer of 1949 Clarence Simonsen, a grandson of Annis visited Idaho. While in Idaho he went to Franklin to visit the grave of his grandmother. Iris Julia Jensen Spackman, a granddaughter, states, "I remember seeing my great-grandmother, Annie Christina Sorensen Petersen, before she died, at my grandmother's house. I was 6 years old when she died." The following is taken from the words of Berthe Serena Simonsen Petersen Jensen: "Chris was the first of the family to come to America. He had been a janitor in a Latin School and had saved up enough money to come to America. He and one of the neighbor boys came together. After a while he sent for Peter. Peter's wife and small son stayed for a year in Norway with Grandmother Petersen. Her name was Daren Rasmussen and the boy's name was Andrew. After a year Peter sent for them. The little boy died soon after they arrived in America. He had Scarlet Fever and they felt awfully bad. Grandmother Peterson didn't know he was dead and sent him presents but they didn't arrive until after his death. Peter and his wife felt so bad about it they could not stand to tell about it. After a while Peter and Chris sent for Hans. He was a shoemaker. He walked with a limp. He had a very bad leg in the old country. Then they sent for Hendrick, he was wild and woolley. Chris jumped from the threshing machine one fall and hurt his leg. He had to lay in bed all winter. In the spring, a bone came out of his leg and it got better. Peter's wife wanted board from him in the spring and this made Chris angry. He said he didn't feel he owed them money because he paid Peter's way to America and helped to pay his wife's way, and that when he got well they wouldn't know where he had gone. No one heard from him after until he died in Canada and the neighbors let Charlie know. Uncle Charley went but he didn't get there until after they had buried him. When the neighbors saw him coming they knew who he was because he looked so much like Chris. Hans died of cancer of the mouth. He was a shoemaker in the city and he held so many brass tacks in his mouth they thought that started the cancer. Hendrick worked in the thresher. He went away with Chris to see the people Chris had to come to America with and they drifted apart and we do not know what happened to him. Uncle Peter came to visit Grandmother Petersen before she died. He brought lump sugar and Brandy to her. He stayed two weeks. He died with pneumonia. He was sick two weeks. He had six sons and they are all in Wisconsin.

Thursday, August 16, 2012

David Jensen

Taken from "A Proud Heritage From David Jensen, Serena Petersen Jensen, and Julia Konstance Petersen Jensen". David Jensen was born April 15, 1835 in Toten, Norway to Jens Johansen and Gulina Olsen. He had seven half sisters from his father's first marriage, who were all grown with families of their own when he was a small boy. He also had a half brother, Ole Olsen, a son of Gulina, and eventually had two full brothers, Johannes who only lived a few hours, and Anton. When David grew to young manhood, he decided to leave Toten and move to Oslo because of the difficulties of leasing land, and because farming was very hard work. Another reason could have been because he had an Uncle Ole Olsen, his mother's brother, who had moved there and had bought some land at Maridalen. His land was near where Anne Christensen Hansen lived, who was a grandmother to Serena and Julia Petersen. It was through living with Ole that he became acquainted with Serena and Julia, who lived a good part of their time with their grandmother at Maridalen on her little farm. David had dark hair and blue eyes. He was about 6'1" tall, was husky, had wide shoulders, was stout, rough boned, and had very large hands and feet. He would let his hair and beard grow all winter long and wore a beard most of the time throughout his life. He was a very quiet man. He had very little to say to others. He was a poor conversationalist and talked only enough to answer questions. He was regarded by his fellowmen as being dependable, honest, and having good judgement. His opinions on matters was often solicited by the early settlers. He had the highest integrity toward his fellow man. David did things about the same way from day to day. He did not change his pattern of life easily. He enjoyed teasing others, but did not like to be teased. He controlled his temper very well. He was not easily provoked into a fight, even when tormented. He just could not be pushed to a fighting spirit. He was no hand to go visiting, but thoroughly enjoyed visitors to come to his home. His promise was an unwritten law and never broken." (David C Jensen, a grandson). David worked for the city of Oslo at the time of his marriage to Serena Petersen on 20 August 1859. Serena's mother and grandmother had become members of the Mormon Church prior to this time, and David would not allow Serena to have anything to do with them. Things changed after the death of their first born son, Sigvard. David longed for something that would give him comfort and the story is told that as they were going past the place where the Mormon Elders were holding a meeting they heard them singing the hymn, 'O My Father'. It caused them to stop and listen. After hearing the words of the hymn, they decided that they would go in and see what the Mormons had to say. From that time on they began to investigate the Gospel. Just one year after this event on 21 February 1862, they were baptized into the church by Elder Hans Paulsen. As soon as David became a member he began to make preparations for coming to Utah. He had evidently saved up enough money during the time he had worked in Oslo to take him and Serena, as well as Julia, to Utah. They left Norway 6 April 1863. On arriving in Salt Lake the 3rd of October, the family went directly to Lehi, Utah where they stayed for four years. They then moved to Franklin, Idaho where they purchased town lots for homes and a few crops. David decided that he wasn't quite satisfied with living in Franklin, so he looked all over the valley to decide just where he wanted to homestead. There were several different places where he looked but be decided on a 160 acre piece of ground on Worm Creek in what is now called Egypt or 5th Ward near Preston,Idaho. A story is told by David's son about an Indian encounter during one of these trips around the valley. "He [David] decided that he would see Gentile Valley and Bear Lake Valley before he settled down. So he and Mr. Olsen joined a company that was going over to Bear Lake. The road at that time, from Franklin to Bear Lake, went up through the Johnson brother's ranch, then up past the Johnson reservoir and over the hill just east of the round knoll in Guy Petterborg's field, then up Worm Creek to where Jim Robinson now lives. Then it crossed over the divide into Station Creek where a stage station was maintained at that time. From there it ran over through Bear Creek, up Mink Creek, and Strawberry, and finally over what was known as the Bear Lake Dugway." "The company that Father and Mr. Olsen were with arrived at the camping place on Worm Creek the first day by noon. While they were camping for dinner, Father and Mr. Olsen decided that the company was traveling too slow for them, so they started out ahead of the rest of the company. When they reached the top of the Station Creek divide, they saw that there was a band of Indians camped down on the creek. They decided they would go up around the camp by going up the divide until they got to the head of Station Creek. But as they were nearing the place where they thought they could cross, they ran right into the Indian who was herding their horses. When the Indian saw them, he thought they were trying to steal their horses. He gave a war-whoop and started after Father and Mr. Olsen on his horse. Because the country up there is covered with a heavy coating of cobble rocks, Father and Mr. Olsen could out run the Indian on his horse. Before they reached the open ground where the Indian might have caught them, the company had finished their dinner and were moving up the hill. As soon as the Indian saw the company coming, he turned and went back to his horses. Father and Mr. Olsen joined the company until they had passed the Indians. . . and then they went on ahead again." David would raise hay on his 160 acres in the summer and then cut it and stack it up on the homestead so that he might haul it into Franklin during the winter. During the first winter, they had so much snow that David was unable to find his little stack of hay. It was completely snowed under. David cut all of his hay with the scythe for the first few years out on the ranch. He did a lot of cutting of grain for the people of Franklin with the cradle, as it was called. He did no farming out on the ranch for he did not think that he could raise grain out there. He had a couple of city lots in Franklin where he raised some small fruits and potatoes and enough grain for his family. On one occasion he took his son with him to cut hay in the meadows. He says, "Father took the team and hid them in the willows. Thus, if there should be any Indians coming along, he would have a better chance to get out of sight. It was not safe for men to be out alone in those days because of the Indian danger. It was just before noon when Father raised up from his cutting to whet his scythe. He noticed a band of Indians up in the hollow just south of the field picking choke cherries. He at once grabbed us and ran into the willows; but the Indians had already spied us. About ten or twelve of the bucks came down to where we were sitting in the wagon back in the willows. They began to talk to Father in their language. I do not know whether Father understood anything of what they said or not; but he got out our grub box and gave it to them. They ate all that we had. Then after chatting among themselves, they rode off and left us. As soon as they were out of sight, Father hitched up the team and went home leaving the hay." David had charge of the Franklin dry herd, which consisted of the young cattle and the dry cows that the people wanted to turn out for the summer. He kept them out on what is now known as Riverdale, and down the river as far as Battle Creek. There was wonderful feed all over these hills between Battle Creek and Riverdale. He also kept quite a bunch of cattle himself after he got the mowing machine to cut the hay with instead of by hand. The family usually had between 10 and 15 head of cows to milk. Serena made a great deal of butter and cheese which they sold. Besides the cattle David usually had from one hundred to three hundred sheep. He had a very good market at Franklin for his mutton. He always butchered the sheep himself for he had wethers that would dress 125 pounds. He also found ready sale for his wool. Quite a number of times, he took the wool down to the woolen mills at Provo and exchanged it for cloth with which to make clothes for his children. On one of these trips to Provo in the fall, it became so cold on his return home that he froze his feet very severely. From Hyrum Jensen's history: "I cannot recall the year, but i remember the circumstances very well, when Father ran out of hay. We had had a dry summer which caused the hay crop to be a little short. As we had to depend at that time upon the native grass for our hay supply, the following winter was long and hard. While the snow was yet very deep here on the flat, Father had fed up almost all of his hay. He had even taken the straw off from the roofs of the stables and fed that to the cattle and sheep to pull them through the winter. It was not only Father, but all of the others that had settled out there on their homesteads. Something had to be done and at once to save their stock from starving to death. Father suggested that the stock be taken out on some of the south slopes of the hills that had become bare. But how to get them there was the question that had to be solved. There was almost three fee of hard crusted snow all over the flat. After some investigations, it was decided they would take the cattle out on the south slope of the mountain just east in Riverdale. It was covered with a heavy growth of dry grass, and there was enough of the mountain that was bare to supply the needs of the cattle until the snow would be gone." "We did not have coal to burn in the early days, but had to go into the canyon and get out wood for the winter. . . . I remember as a small boy I would go with Father to get the winter wood out before the snow came. We would leave home at daylight and would not get home until after dark. One morning Father and Mother had some words over something which I do not remember now what it was. Father became so angry that he would not have family prayer that morning. This was a thing that I had never seen him do before. I do not ever remember of sitting down to the table in the morning to eat breakfast or going to bed in the evening without first having family prayers as long as I remained at home. All went well with us during the day. Father got a very large load of dry quaking aspen wood. We had got down out of the canyon and were crossing the creek on what we called the last crossing, when the front wheel hit a rock that was laying in the creek bed. This caused the wagon to slew off to one side to the extent that it threw Father off the load. He sat down on the rock in almost the same position as he had been sitting on the load. He struck the rock with such a force that it caused him to faint, and he fell backwards right in the course of the hind wheel. He hollered 'whoa' as he was falling, and so did I. The team stopped just as the hind wheel was beginning to pass over his neck. In another six inches, it would have broken his neck. I jumped from the load and ran to get my hat full of water. I began pouring it on his face, and I soon brought him to again. When he opened his eyes and looked up at me he said, 'Hyrum, this has happened because we left home this morning without having family prayer.' I do not ever remember of leaving home again without the family being called together for prayer." "One of the first things that Father did after locating on the creek was to build a canal on each side of the creek. Then he could use the early water on the bottom land that lay along the creek. . . . It was not long until he could see that it was necessary to take water out on the bench land. He put the proposition up to the others, and they built the canal that came out of the creek. . . in Glendale." A water company was formed and stock was bought in labor from digging a portion of the canal. Terms were written up for the amount of stock owned. Each man would take a 'contract' out for the length of canal that he would dig. "Father took a contract on what was called the sandrock point for there was no one that wanted to take that piece of work. We did not know how to use powder in those days as we do today In fact we did not have the money to buy the powder and drills with which to blast it out. I have worked by the side of Father from early in the morning until late at night. We were cutting our way through the solid rock and only completed about three or four feet of the seven foot canal in a day. But I never heard Father complain. He always seemed to see the silver lining of the dark clouds that hung over this part of the valley at that time. I well remember the great time we had when the water was turned into the canal after it was completed. The men followed it down till it flowed over the divide into Worm Creek. We stood on the Divide, took off our hats, and gave three shouts, 'Hosannah! Hosannah! Hosannah!.' Then a large blast of powder was set off." "We who are now enjoying the fruits of the labors and sacrifices of those early pioneers, cannot appreciate the feelings and the joy that filled their souls when they saw the water flowing down into the valley. This water was now to be turned upon their dry and parched lands and make their desert blossom as the rose. We do not, and I don't think we shall ever be able to in the future, appreciate the heritage that has been delivered to us. The sacrifices and hardships of our Fathers and mothers who killed the snakes, built the bridges and canals for us and made the desert to blossom as the rose were greater than we will ever realize." Serena became ill with heart trouble and passed away in 1884. It was not long after her death when the crusade against those who practiced plural marriage began. Hyrum Jensen goes on to say: "It was well known that Father had had two wives, but with the death of my mother it left him with but one. However, the United States Marshall came to his home in the late summer of 1885 and arrested him on a charge of living in polygamy. He was taken from his home to Blackfoot where he was placed in the county jail, and held without bail until his trial. He was not permitted to get any witnesses at all. They had men there that swore that he was then living in polygamy. By this means he was convicted and sent to the penitentiary at Boise for six months. The confinement was very hard on him as he had always been a very active man, always at work on the farm doing something. He was toward the latter part of his confinement permitted to do some work out in the rock quarry. He was to have paid a heavy fine in money; but this was not required of him when he was released because of his good behavior during his confinement." Again from David C Jensen, a grandson, "David believed in doing things by brute strength. By pursuing this method, he did a lot of hard work in his life time. He caused those who worked around him to work hard. He never was afraid of work. The harder the work the better he liked it. In the canyon, he loaded building logs by picking them up and placing them on the wagon. He built all of the buildings on his homestead alone. It was quite a task to put the logs up to the square on the homes built by hand, but David got the logs into place. He was able to do such chores as lifting logs because he was so strong. He could knock a horse down by hitting it with his fist." David was also able to contribute financially to early public buildings in the Preston area. He was the largest donor in the construction of the Old Academy Building which still stands in the Preston City Park. In fact, the Park was created with the intention that 10 men would contribute $10.00 each for the land that the Park would occupy. Only one of the original ten men paid his $10.00 and the other 8 failed to do so. David made up the balance, which was his share and $80.00 more. When the crickets came to the area, a trench was dug around his wheat crop and filled with straw. At daylight the children would drive the crickets toward the wheat and when they had fallen into the straw covered ditch, it would be set on fire. The crickets were destroyed and the wheat crop was saved. After Serena died, David married Lenora Finland. Julia took her children that were left at home and moved to the old 6th Ward in Preston. She never talked badly about David, they just had differences of opinions. David was the father of 23 children, 14 of whom grew to maturity. He was ill with a slight heart ailment for six months before his death in January 1909. He is buried in the Preston Cemetery.

Monday, August 13, 2012

Jens Johansen, father of David Jensen

Jens Johansen, who was the son of Johanes Nielsen, was born in East Toten, Norway, 21 February 1773. Toten is one of the most beautiful farming sections of Norway. The valley that is situated on both sides of the small river that runs through East and West Toten is known as Ramdal. It is interpreted as Ramvalley. All of the farm houses are very large containing from 8 to 10 rooms. They are all painted white and built so that double windows can be put in during the coldest part of the winter. Most of the farm houses are equipped with a reception room that can accommodate about one hundred people. Their barns are also built very large. They must house all of their cattle, sheep and hogs, and also the hay and grain that is necessary to feed them from the first of October until the first of April. Nothing is allowed to run out during the winter. One reason for this is that they must save everything that comes from the barnyard to fertilize their farms. The land has been farmed for so many hundreds of years. The crops chiefly consist of oats, barley, hay, potatoes and mangels for the cows. There is a very good market for milk and cheese. Each farmer owns a few sheep which supply them with wool. From this they spin yarn to knit their men's socks and the women's stockings. There are no silk stockings used on the farms, only the home knit heavy woolen stockings. The home weaving of their clothes is almost a thing of the past. Jens was a miller by trade. He owned a small mill down on the river that was run by water power. It was just a short distance southeast of the village now known as Lens. Lens did not exist in the days of grandfather, but has been built since the railroad was built into East Toten. The farm from which he leased the land on which the mill and the small log house was built is only about one half mile from the railroad station at Lens. The farm is known by the name of Evangor, in English Avang. The place where grandfather lived was known as Evangseie. It was a small piece of land that they had a lease upon as long as they lived. When they died, the land and all reverts back to the landlord. During the life of the leasee, he must give to the landlord so many day's work each year to pay the rent on his little tract of land he is using. Jens was married 3 January 1796 to Dorthea Gudmundsen. He had the following children by Dorthea before she died: Maria Jensen, Agnethe Jensen, Johanna Jensen, Gulina Jensen, Helene Jensen, Elene Jensen. Father always told me that he had seven half sisters. They were all married and had families when he was a small boy. I have been able to find six of them as you see from the above. We haven't the date of the death of Dortha Gudmundsen Johannsen, but according to the will of 1830, she was dead. We find that widower Jens Johansen, 64 years old, and Miss Gulia Olsen, 37 years old, were married 2 March 1836. Three children were born to them as follows: David Jensen, Johannes Jensen (who lived only a few hours after birth), Anton Jensen. Gulina had a child before her marriage to Jens Johansen. He was born 15 August 1825. He was christened Ole Olsen. His father's name was also Ole Olsen. He became the father of Emile Petterborg. Anton left Toten and went down to Oslo. There he got work as a dock hand. He never married and continued in this class of work until his death. In Lena, a little village in East Toten, there is a river which runs east. In one section are a grove of trees not far from the place where the little house stood that belongs to Grandmother Gulina. She was not known as Gulina Olsen or Gulina Johansen, but as Gulina Groten. Upon a hill is the Hoff Church where grandfather Jens and grandmother Gulina lie buried. In another church in West Toten, lie buried hundreds of our progenitors because most of our people come from West Toten. The people on Jens' line were of the poorer class. That is they were the renters from the landlords. They would get a small tract of land that in many instances had not been brought under cultivation. They would work it up by clearing off the timber or stones that may have been on it. For the use of this land besides the clearing of it, they would have to give the landlord a certain number of days work each year to pay the rent. At their death, the land as well as the improvements would revert back to the landlord. In this way, the land owners would get their land brought under cultivation. Grandmother Gulina was a descendant of the land owners of Toten and not of the class that had to rent, therefore it is easier to trace her line.

Saturday, August 11, 2012

Crossing to America

Father and Mother were baptized 21 February 1862, and from that time began to prepare for their trip to America. I do not know just how Father (David) got the money, but as you know Father was very saving and did not spend money foolishly. I am of the opinion that he received some help from the Emigration Fund that was used in early days of the church to help the saints to get to Utah. I do not think he received any help from his mother as she was very much against his going. She did not believe that he would be able to even write to her when he got to Utah. She tore the corner from a sheet of paper and told him if he was allowed to write to her when he got here, he was to use that sheet of paper. If the letter she got from him fit into the corner that she had, she would know that he had written it. They may have received some help from Mother's grandmother as she had a home and I think some money saved from the little farm she owned, for we know that Aunt Julia came with Father and Mother. Aunt Julia had lived with her grandmother practically all of her life up to that time. I don't think that Grandmother could help any as Grandfather was so bitter against the Mormons, and continued so until his death which occurred while I was on my first mission. The fact remains that on 13th April 1863 Father, Mother, and Aunt Julia bid farewell to their friends and relatives, and set sail on the ship "Exelence Tolv" for Copenhagen, Denmark. The date of their arrival in Copenhagen is not given, but with a sail ship, unless they had favorable wind, they would be three to four days. We know that they remained in Copenhagen until the 30th April, when they again set sail for Kiel, Germany, and then to Hamborg, Germany. It must be remembered that Mother's second child was born 5 November 1862 and was at the time of their starting on this trip only six months old. They had to travel third class. It must have been very hard for Mother to care for our little sister Josephine. From Hamborg they went on board the steam ship "Roland" and crossed the North Sea to Grimsby, England. They had on board six hundred emigrants and forty head of steers and several hundred head of sheep. I think I can form some kind of an idea of what they had to go through with that kind of a load on a small ship, and then to have steerage passage at that, and Mother with a six months old child in her arms. I have crossed the North Sea eight times and have had first class passage all but once and that was on my first mission. I don't think there is any place on the ocean that can get as rough as it does on the North Sea because the water is shallow and the waves roll so much higher in shallow water. So I know just what Mother had to go through on the trip from Oslo to Copenhagan to Kiel and from Kiel to Hamborg and from Hamborg to Grimsby, England. It took them 27 days with their stops and traveling which would only take at the present mode of travel about 48 hours. From Grimsby to Liverpool they went by train arriving there on the 20th of May. On 23 May they set sail on the sailing ship "Antartic" for New York, with four hundred and eighty emigrants on board. Joseph Needham was in charge and assisted by Carl Dours. They were on board the ship 49 days. It was necessary for them to stand in line each day to get their drinking water. They only received a small portion towards the latter end of their voyage, as the Captain was afraid they might run short of water before they reached New York. Several persons died on the way over and were buried at sea. It is hard to imagine them 49 days on the ocean. We, their children, will never know nor be able to understand what our parents went through for the sake of the gospel. They arrived in New York 10th July and were placed in cattle cars and shipped to St. Joseph, Missouri. They passed through a part of the Civil War battle zone where they could hear the cannons roaring. From St. Joseph, Missouri, they went to Florence, Nebraska, arriving there on 25th July. At this place there were seventy wagons awaiting the arrival of the emigrant company. Peter Nebeker, who was in charge, had come from the Salt Lake Valley to bring the company of Saints to Utah. As you will remember there were nearly five hundred emigrants in this company. Their belongings were loaded into these seventy wagons, together with the supplies that was necessary for the journey and also with supplies for the Saints in the valley. It was necessary for the Saints that were able to walk to do so, as the teams had all they could pull with the luggage and supplies that were necessary for the company. Up until this time Father and Mother had been on the deck of ships or on steerage with all of the disagreeableness. Then being shipped in cattle cars, but that was no comparison with that which now lay before them. They had a thousand or more miles before them, with seventy wagons pulled by oxen, horses and mules. These were necessary to draw the loaded wagons over the rough road that was cut into deep ruts by the travel that had passed over them during the dry summer months. It is almost impossible for us as their children to understand their condition. They would pitch camp for the night all covered with dust, as well as all of their belongings. Mother with our dear little sister in her arms all covered with dust and no place to take her and give her the attention that was necessary to prevent her form getting sick. So after being on the way for a few days she did become ill. Even though Mother was granted the privilege of riding in one of the wagons with her sick child, you can imagine what it would be like in one of these heavy loaded wagons over a rough road. I was told by Father and Mother that they walked most of the time with Josephine in their arms. Finally on 13th August her spirit took its flight. Father and Mother found themselves along the Platt River with their dead child in their arms, without a casket or anything wherewith to bury her. The company was halted for a short time while a shallow grave could be dug, into which they placed the body of our dear little sister Josephine. They put her in a casket made from the sod that had been dug out of the grave. It is hard for us children to imagine the feelings of Father and Mother, especially that of Mother as she knelt by the side of the grave as they filled it with earth. She knew that she had nothing with which to mark the spot of ground that had become sacred to her because it was the resting place of her dear little daughter. Oh, what anguish must have filled her soul. When she had walked a short distance, she turned taking one last look at the little grave that she knew she would never in this life see again. It must be remembered that the death of Josephine was just one year and eight months after the death of Segvard Julius, her first child. From here on there was nothing of importance that happened outside of Aunt Julia and Margaret Olsen Clayton wandering away from the company and getting lost. It was necessary for them to send out a searching party to find them because they thought the Indians had captured them. They were found in a short time and returned to the company. Two buffalo were killed on the way and the meat was portioned out to the company. There is nothing of importance that happened to the company from here on that we have any knowledge of. There is no history written of this company of saints from Florence, Nebraska to Salt Lake City. Peter Nebeker failed to turn it in on his report on arrival at the city. It was afterwards lost, so we are told, by the Historian's Office. The company arrived in Salt Lake City on 3rd October, 1863. Father and Mother went directly down to Lehi. It is also stated that Mr. Olsen, the father of Margaret Clayton, with his family, also went with them. They were very close friends from Norway. Brother Olsen came from Dramen which is about one hours ride due west of the city of Oslo. Not very much is known about Father's and Mother's stay in Lehi. The family record which we have of the births and deaths of the children of Father and Mother informs us that our brother David Henry was born in Lehi on 2 July 1874. About ten months after the death of Josephine, Father and Mother were again called to pass through this awful ordeal of laying another of their little ones away in mother earth. As David Henry died on the 9th of September 1864. It must have appeared to our heartbroken mother that she was not going to be able to rear any of her children to maturity. She had now buried three, one after the other, in such a short time. We do not know the exact date of the marriage of Father and Mother; but it must have been in the latter part of 1859 or the first part of 1860. Their first child was born on the 24 December 1860. We have then a brother buried some place in Norway, a sister on the plains, and brother in Lehi. But just where their graves are we will never know in this life, I never did ask Father or Mother anything about the matter. On the 11 August 1865, our sister Sarah Christina, came to gladden their home. It must have been a joy to Mother to again have a little child in their home. Aunt Julia went down to Lehi with the folks and it is stated that she went to work for a lady by the name of Jacobs. This lady, by the way, was very particular about her house work. Aunt Julia had a lot of grief until Mother took her back home again. One day Aunt Julia and Margaret Olsen were out in the field gleaning. An Indian spied them and came out to where they were. He began to make uncomplimentary remarks to them. They became frightened, but made motions towards the willow patch that was nearby. He followed them only to find Brother Olsen in there cutting willows. He made his get away in a hurry. Aunt Julia and Margaret knew that Brother Olsen was there for they had gone out with him into the field. Father and Mother and Aunt Julia remained in Lehi until the spring of 1866. Then, they together with Brother Olsen and his family moved to Franklin, Idaho. Father bought a city lot just two blocks directly east of the railroad depot. Here he built a log house, and later added to it and made it quite comfortable. He also later bought a lot joining him on the west. Soon he had two lots on which he raised small fruit and vegetables and some grain. Later on he bought two lots one block south and a half block east of the house. On these two lots, he raised wheat so he had enough for flour the year around. The old Charles Baker home joined Father's place on the south. The old lady Clayton's (Joseph Clayton's mother) place was just across the street about a half block south of Father's home. The old lady Wheeler, who was the midwife for Franklin, at that time, lived just across the street north. Mr. Lundengreen's place joined Father on the west. He was killed while trying to move an old shed out to the place he had taken up. That is now owned by the Peterborg Brothers and James Jensen. Mr. Hansen lived across the street east and a half block north. This is where May Jensen's mother spent her girlhood days. Franklin at that time had what was called the co-op store. It was a store in which the people bought shares of stock, and at the end of the year they would receive a dividend on what the store had made. Father did a lot of work in this store putting up furniture and other odd jobs. Mr. Stalker also had a store and sold liquor as he did not belong to the church. The saints were forbidden to trade with him. Brother William Webster had a harness shop and later on added a general mercantile store to his business. It was the old rock house that stands on the the hill in west part of town. Brother Charles Spongberg and Isaac Nash each had a blacksmith shop, and did all of that kind of work for the people. Father did a lot of cutting of grain for the people with the cradle. He had the name of being able to cut more garin with the cradle than any man in Franklin. On 22 February 1868 Hyrum Daniel came to gladden the home of Father and Mother. It is stated that Father and one of his neighbors had to carry the midwife in a rocking chair to the house. It was so muddy and the ground was so soft that they could not drive a team. Aunt Julia had made her home with Father and Mother most of the time from their arrival in Utah and Idaho. From the records we have at hand we find that on 23 November 1868, Father and Aunt Julia were married in the Endowment House at Salt Lake City. From that time on, Father had two families to take care of. As we all know Mother and Aunt Julia were sisters. Mother had given her consent to the marriage of her sister Julia to Father. Mother went to Salt Lake City with Father and Aunt Julia. Here she went through the Endowment House and received her Endowments. She was sealed to Father on 23 November 1868, also. It was necessary later to have Segvard Julius, Josephine and David Henry, Sara Christina and Hyrum Daniel sealed to Father and Mother in the Logan Temple. As long as Mother lived, there was no contention between these two sisters. Mother because of her poor health did most of the work in the house (as we lived in the two log rooms that still stand on the farm). Aunt Julia was a strong and robust woman in her young days and helped Father a great deal with the work outside. Yet in later years she suffered a great deal with neuralgia and was compelled to remain in bed at times. Her first child was David Samuel born 19 March 1870. The others are as follows: Peter Simon, Christina, Anne, Junius, Jeremiah, Netha, Bertha, Arthur, Edith, Elene, Wilford, and Elmer.

Monday, April 16, 2012

Obituary of Mary Gloster Black

Inkpen Common Nr Hungerford
The late Mrs. Amos Black, maiden name Mary (hidden but at the top of the page is written Gloster). Through the death of Mrs. Amos Black, of the Common at Inkpen, a familiar figure has been removed from the neighborhood. She and her husband attended all the fairs and fetes in the district in their younger days. She died on the 21 inst at the age of 81, after ailing for several months.
She was buried in Inkpen Churchyard on Monday afternoon, in the presence of a large number of friends.
The principle mourners were, Amos Black (husband); Mr. Amos Black (son); Mr. and Mrs. Nelson Black (son and daughter-in-law); Mr. and Mrs. Henry Black (son and daughter-in-law); Mr. and Mrs. Maurice Black (son and daughter-in-law); Mr. and Mrs. Buckland (daughter and son-in-law); Mrs. Stokes (a daughter); Mr. Maurice Black (a brother); Messr's Nelson and Albert Black and William Stokes, Misses L.P. and M Black and L. Stokes; Mrs. Thomas; Mrs. Smith (grandchildren); Mrs. Hamblin (sister-in-law); Mr. T. Williams, Mr. and Mrs. Henry Black, Mr. and Mrs. T Black, Mr. and Mrs. Deakins and Mrs. Goddard (nephews and nieces).
The floral tributes were numerous and beautiful, they were sent by her husband and children, Amos and family (Jr); Nelson and Sarah; Henry and family; Maurice and family; Leander and family; Selina, Trainette, Maurice and Ann Black (grandchildren); Henry, Maurice, Ivy, Tom and Nelson (grandchildren) at Hungerford;
Nelson, Albert and Ben; Leander and Jack Deakin; Grandchildren Sheppard, Grandchildren Lena and Albert; Grandchildren Smith, Great grandchild Violet Deakin; Mr. and Mrs. S. C. Goodhart; Alf and Rhoda Goddard; Mr. and Mrs. M Goddard; C and C Bicknell; Mrs. Lavina Deakins; Mr. and Mrs. E. Josey; Mr. and Mrs. Angell, etc.
The casket was of polished Elm with bronze fitting, and was inscribed:
Mary Black, died 21st August 1924, aged 81 years."
The funeral arrangements were carried out by Messrs. J Edwards and sons Ltd under the supervision of Mr. James Edwards.

Death of Mr. Amos Black of Inkpen

In the handwriting of Charlotte Spackman Sullivan, granddaughter of Amos and Mary Jane White Black:

Death of Mr. Amos Black (9 MAY 1925), A well known horse dealer of Inkpen.
Mr. Amos Black, died on Friday at Odiham, where he had gone on a visit to his daughter. Amos, who had reached the age of 86, had lived on Inkpen Common practically all of his life. He was one of the best known men in the district, particularly among those who had to do with horses, either as owners, buyers, or sellers. Amos knew all there was to be known about horses, and did a large business as a dealer. He was healthy in appearance, a character, whom Dickens would have loved to portray. Keen at driving a bargain, there was none who could get the better of him in a deal. He had a keen eye for the points of a good horse, and could show the paces of one, which he was desirous of selling. A man of distinct type, ready in repartee, able to smoke a cigar with keen enjoyment, or crack a whip or a joke with anybody. Motor cars he never approved, because they displaced horses.
Amos Black was a patriarch of a numerous community settled on Inkpen Common. The funeral took place at Inkpen Church on Tuesday in the grave in which his wife was interred only a few months ago.
The mourners were: Messrs Amos Roberts, Nelson, Harry, and Maurice Black (sons), Mrs. Stokes (North Wanborough); Mrs. Stokes (Odiham) and Mrs. Buckland (daughters); Mrs. Nelson Black, Mrs. Harry black, and Mrs. Morris Black (daughters-in-law); Mr. Maurice Black (brother); Mrs. Arabella Black Hamblin (sister); Mr. Nelson and Miss L Black (grandchildren); Messr's T. F. and H. Black and T. Williams (Nephews); Misses S. and E. Stokes, Mrs. Goddard and Mrs. Sheppard (Nieces); and in addition a large number of friends and neighbors were present.
The floral tributes were numerous, and among them were those from Mr. and Mrs. H, Leander and family, Mary and Dick Trainette and family, Nelson and Sally, Henry and Cissie, Morris and Lottie, Morris and Ann, his grandchildren, Alf and Rhoda Goddard and Morris and Dorothy (nieces); Mr. and Mrs. Goodhart; Mr. and Mrs. Bicknell; Mr. and Mrs. Povey; Mrs. W H Taylor and family; Mr. and Mrs. J. Bicknell; Mr. and Mrs. Sheppard; Mr. Pearce; Miss Palmer; and W. May. Mrs. Loder and family. Mr. and Mrs. Goddard (Mr. Loder was bedfast and could not attend being an invalid for fifteen years (an old friend of Amos Black.)

Headstone inscriptions, Inkpen

These were taken in 1978 when my husband and I visited the graveyard.
Located in the front of the churchyard:

Alice Black who departed
this life June 21, 1880
Aged 19 years

When from the dust
of death I rise
To take my mansion
in the skies
E'en then shall this
be all my plea
Jesus, hath lived
and died for me.

Amos Black
Died March 18 1875
aged 71 years
(verse under but is unreadable, I think that Jane is buried here also but if her name was there, it was unreadable.)

In Loving memory of
Maurice Black
who departed this life
May 2, 1940
aged 81 years

Then in the back of the

In Loving memory
wife of Amos Black
who died Aug 21 1924
Aged 81 years

"God's hand touched her
and she slept."
Also of
our dear father
Amos Black
who died May 9, 1925
aged 86 years

Walter Black
died May 16 1918
aged 75 years
(There was an inscription but couldn't read)
and of Eliza
Beloved wife
died Mar 31 1928
aged 86 years
(on footstone) erected by her sons
H.L. and E. Black

Below Mary Roberts Black and Amos Black.

Sunday, April 15, 2012

William Black, grandson of John Black and Mary Ann Doe Black

Newspaper article, obituary for William Black, seen in the picture taken in 1951 where the family is picking hops:
The head of one of Tadley's oldest families, Mr. William Black, of 58 Mount Pleasant Road, was buried at the church of St. Peter and St. Paul at Tadley on Saturday. The funeral service, conducted by the Rector, the Rev. K.C. Davis and the assistant priest, the Rev. J.R. Turpin, was attended by more than a hundred friends and relatives from all over England. Mr. Black, who died on New Year's Day, won the Croix de Guerre and Mons star for his service in France during the First World War. He joined the 2nd Battalion the Wiltshire Regiment when he was only sixteen and the Croix de Guerre was awarded to him for bravery after he had killed 11 of the enemy to save a machine gun position. Because of his wounds he was discharged from the Army in 1916. He was badly gassed during the war and his illness was a delayed result of his war service.
Born in Wiltshire, Mr. Black moved to Tadley when he married his wife Elizabeth, who died six years ago. After the war he took up pig farming in Tadley, but since then had run a successful market garden wholesale, retail business from which he retired only two years ago.
During the Second World War Mr. Black organsed the Tadley Home Guard and had many tales to tell of the days when he trained his men with broomsticks because of the lack of guns. He was the only Home Guard sergeant-major in the country. He was also a founder member of the Tadley British Legion.
Mr. Black leaves five children, 18 grandchildren, five great-grandchildren, the last of which was born on Sunday. He also leaves two brothers.

Friday, April 6, 2012

Julia Constance Peterson Jensen

Julia Konstance Petersen Jensen, daughter of Simon and Anne Christina Petersen, was born near Oslo, Norway, August 30, 1851. Julia was the fifth child, the second daughter of a family of nine children. Julia’s sister Nettie Olsen said, “Julia looked like her father and was his pet.”
When Julia was two years old she was permitted to go with her grandmother, Anne Christensen Hansen, to visit for a period of two weeks or more. Anne Hansen lived some five miles from the Petersen family. Julia was brought back home by Anne when her work permitted. She worked at the Master’s house when extra help was needed. This chore kept her busy most of the time. The Petersen children were riding a short distance with Anne as she was on her way home after bringing Julia back. The other children got out of the cart, but Julia cried. Julia wanted to go home with Anne again. From then until she came to America Julia lived with her grandmother. Julia slept in the arms of Anne Hansen.
Anne Hansen went to the city daily delivering sawdust to the butcher shops, moss to the green houses and small evergreens to be used when there were funerals. It was the custom to place evergreens on each side of the door where a death occurred. Also needles and small twigs were scattered in the path of the mourners. Anne made Julia a sheepskin coat as the weather was often very cold and Julia would be in the cart many hours at a time. Julia brought this coat with her to America.
Anne’s house, which is still standing, was a beautiful memory to Julia. The house was surrounded by currant bushes, flowers and a neat fence. Flat rocks were used for paths in the yard. The house faced east off the shores of a small lake.
The schools in this vicinity were secular schools. Anne having joined the L.D.S. church could not send Julia to be taught in these schools. Hence Julia’s chance for an education was meager. Many valuable lessons in character building were learned from Anne. Julia owed much to this dear woman for her training. Julia had a good musical education and learned many songs. She entertained the neighbor’s children with hymns and afterwards sang to her own grandchildren.
Julia left Norway at te age of eleven with her older sister Serena and brother-in-law, David Jensen for America on April 6, 1863. David later became Julia’s husband. The trip to Utah was long and rough. Julia walked every step of the way from Florence, Nebraska to Salt Lake. She and other children gathered buffalo chips and helped with the work about the camp.
They went at once to Lehi upon their arrival in Utah. They stayed in Lehi three years. Julia went to work for a woman by the name of Jacobs who was very particular about her house-keeping. Julia, being anxious to please and nervous about what was to be done about the house got up several times in her sleep and washed every dish in the house. Julia’s health became impaired; her teeth turned black, so Serena took her home.
While living in Lehi, Julia and her friend Margaret Olsen, later Margaret Clayton, had an experience with an Indian which might have proven tragic. They were out form the settlement gleaning the fields when an Indian appeared. The Indian made threatening advances towards the girls. The girls said that their father was cutting brush near by in the willows. They started in the direction of the willows with their hearts in their mouths as they knew no one was near. The bluff worked and they reached home safely.
Margaret Olsen Clayton and Julia were dear friends, companions, and neighbors. They raised their children together and associated on most intimate terms until Margaret’s death.
David, Serena, and Julia moved to Franklin, Idaho in 1866 or 1867. Julia became David’s second wife after moving there. To this union were born 12 children, seven boys and five girls. Among the girls were a pair of twins. Samuel the oldest child was born in Franklin and the rest were born in the Worm Creek homestead. Seven of the children preceded Julia in death, three as babies, one three years, one five and one six. Two of them died of diptheria in one week. Peter died when he was 24 from Typhoid fever.
In 1872 the Worm Creek flat and surrounding country may be described in the following few lines. Imagine a vast stretch of rolling hills and flat land. The whole area was covered with sagebrush, rabbitbrush, bluegrass, and no fences. The pasture for the animals extended from the hills on the east to Bear River on the west, from Franklin on the south to Riverdale on the north. Mexican long horned cattle roamed hither and thither. The settlers houses were miles apart and the nearest settlement was Franklin. The land was there in the rough as nature had made it. It was up to the settlers to wrest a living for themselves and families from this same land. This is a picture of the beginning of Julia’s life in Preston.
Julia’s home was built on the brim of the hill near Worm Creek at the north end of their quarter section. The house stood until a few years ago. The house was made of logs with a dirt roof, and for a number of years had a dirt floor. The beds were the usual corded bedsteads with the straw ticks. This was the spot that meant home to Julia and her family for a number of years. Julia used to whitewash the house with white clay (at one time making a trip to Soda Springs after the clay). She kept a bouquet of wild flowers to adorn the house.
It was not uncommon for members of the family to walk to Franklin and back, sometimes barefooted. At one time, Samuel, while a little lad, was driving a span of small mares (Kate and Doll), the first team of horses David owned, from Franklin. Julia walked and drove the sheep which were being brought to the ranch. The team ran away with Samuel and fortunately he was not hurt.
Charles Spongberg settled on the quarter section west of the Jensen’s about the same time. On Spongberg’s place was a spring and when a cool drink of water was needed someone had to make a trip to the spring. A large brass bucket was used to carry water from the spring. It was a long jaunt to the spring across the quarter section. The rest of the water came from Worm Creek which was about 60 rods away from the house. Later a well was dug at the house.
During the summer the washing was done by the creek. A large copper tub over a bonfire heated the water and boiled the clothes. Often the dinner was taken to the washer so that Julia might not have to lose time going and coming from the house at meal time. The washing could not be done in the cool of the day with so many outside chores to do night and morning.
Life to the pioneer woman was very strenuous, and Julia spent much of her time helping with the farm work. The farm work was done largely at this time by hand. It took many hands to get the work done. Julia cared for her family and house at night, after the outside work was done. In the spring before Peter was born in July, Julia sheared all the sheep. That fall when the wheat was ripe, she cradled and bound it. Julia had a knack of binding wheat. When David cradled wheat, she could do her share of binding it. There was also the matter of gleaning wheat heads left in the field, for it all had to be saved. She helped with the hay which was cut with a scythe. Julia lowed for many years with a hand plow and oxen. She drove away the crickets, helped destroy the grasshoppers (which wrought such havoc with the crops) and did all kinds of farm work. It was not uncommon for the Jensens to milk 15 cows and the milk had to be taken care of on the farm. Julia made cheese, sometimes in a large kettle outside. Many nights she stayed up all night to stir and properly care for the cheese. Julia churned butter and put it in large barrels of salt brine. This is the way the butter was kept during the summer months. The butter had to have the salt worked out with fresh water before it could be taken to Salt Lake and Ogden to sell. Later the butter could be sold in Preston. Julia would pack the pounds of butter in a wooden bucket. Christina many times walked the three miles to the Chapman’s store often to get there before the storekeeper. Christina would leave home before sun up. The butter sold for eight to ten cents per pound in script. The Chapman store was just a little south and east of the egg plant or just a little east of Clyde Rallison’s home. Julia sheared sheep, washed, carded, spun and dyed the wool. Rabbit brush, indigo, nadder, etc. was used for coloring.
Julia had a candle mold which would make six candles at a time. This was part of the regular work, to prepare the light for the house. Julia made the soap for household use. The soap was made from animal fat and lye from wood ashes.
Julia spent evenings at home carding, spinning, knitting or churning. She got a chance to do some reading while churning. They subscribed for a newspaper and the Women’s Exponant. She read a great deal. She was a logical thinker, and had an analytical mind.
Julia did her family’s sewing. She stayed up all night to make Junius a suit so that he might go to Charlie Petersen’s wedding. Junius’ suit was made out of his brother Peter’s suit. Peter’s suit was taken to pieces and turned. It was blue. Julia made the first suit Junius earned. Junius had a picture of himself in this suit. The cloth which the suit was made from was bought in Franklin. Julia’s sewing machine cost $21.00 and John Martin got it for her from Montgomery Ward Company.
Julia made some dried peach pies for Christmas. Each child got one half a pie. This Christmas stands out in Junius’ mind as one of his finest Christmases. The Sunday School Jubilee was one of the earliest social events of that time. They also went to Logan to Conference. Julia attended the dedication of the Logan and Salt Lake Temples.
Julia was below the average child in size until she was about twelve. She grew large and rapidly when her growth started. Julia was a large woman. She was 5'8". She had a large frame, and weighed 180 pounds – she was not fat. Julia had black hair and blue eyes. She suffered from neuralgia which was probably caused from her teeth. She had pain start about ten at night and keep her up until morning. This would go on night after night. Julia had an exceptionally good heart and stomach. Her eyes were good and she had a good memory. In later years, her feet gave her a great deal of trouble. In 1912 she tipped over on a load of hay and broke her arm.
Julia was present at the meeting when the Preston Ward was organized. She saw it grow from one ward to six wards. Jennie Wilcox was the first president of the Primary Association in Preston. Julia was Jennie’s first counselor in the Primary. The Primary was organized in 1879 and Julia had charge of the east side of Preston. Julia walked to the meeting house which was one and a half miles away. Julia joined the Relief Society in Franklin in 1871. She was chosen a visiting teacher at that time and acted in the teacher capacity until 1902. Relief Society meetings and quiltings were had at times at the Jensen home when Rachel Porter was President.
Nellie Porter Head, as a child, was taken to the Jensen’s by her mother to visit. Christina and the others had to carry Nellie in the stubble because she could not run in the stubble barefooted.
February 9, 1902, Preston was divided into wards. Julia was chosen as first counselor to Elizabeth Daines who was President of the Second Ward Relief Society. This office Julia held until April 21, 1914 when she was put in president of the organization. Julia was released from this job June 17, 1917. Julia considered it an honor and privilege to work in the church. The church meant so much to Julia and she gave her best effort, time, strength and faith in the service of her Master. Julia left an enviable record for her children to follow. Julia believed in being a doer and not just a listener. Julia was a strong character and an outstanding figure among the women she came in contact with.
Julia saw every house built, fence made, trees planted, ditches dug, streets laid out, businesses started, enterprise progress, and school grow in the Preston area. Julia watched the railroad come in, the pavement laid, and the electric lights turned on in Preston. She saw the struggles, the energy expanded, the failures, the successes, the heartaches and the joy of the settlers. Julia took part in it and was instrumental in helping to make Preston a fine community of common wealth.
Julia’s relation with David was strained to the point of separation, yet they had few differences. It is said they only had three disputes in their lives. She always spoke of David’s qualities. Julia taught her children to honor and respect their father. One time in her presence, Wilford called David “dad”. Wilford was given to understand that he must respect his father by always calling him “father”. Julia was willing to leave the matter of family relationship to be settled on the other side.
Julia moved from the homestead on Worm Creek in 1896. She made her home in the south west part of the city in what is now the Sixth Ward. This place is on 4th West and 7th South. The remainder of Julia’s life was spent at this place, and in Rexburg. She had children living in those places. She visited from place to place during her last years.
Julia was a companion, friend, counselor, guide and strength to her children, and they called her blessed.
Julia was visiting with her sons, Wilford and Elmer, when she contracted pneumonia. She left this life March 11, 1920 at Burton, Idaho, in her 69th year. She is buried in the cemetery in Preston. She died as she had lived with full faith in her Creator, that all is well and His will be done.
At the time of her death, she had a posterity of five children, and 25 grandchildren and five great grandchildren.
Elmer Jensen, Julia’s youngest son states: “Mother was with us up to Burton (near Rexburg, Idaho). My brother, Wilford and his family and my family lived in the same house only in different rooms. Mother took very ill. She thought she got her cold going to Relief Society, in a white topped buggy. It was very cold and chilly. She took ill and was sick for about a week and we sent for Christina, her daughter, June and Sam, her sons. They all came. One morning she told us, “My son, Peter, has been here and he said he’d come back at a certain time tonight to get me. Now if there’s any questions you want to ask me, now is the time to do it because he’s coming for me at that time.” We thought of things that we wanted to ask her. She answered the questions we asked her and at the time appointed, she was gone.

Serena Peterson Jensen

Serena was the oldest child of Anne Christina and Simon Petersen. She was born August 20, 1841 in Oslo, Norway. No records were kept on Serena’s life, so the facts given here are from pure memory of those who knew her. Those living who once knew Serena were very young at the time of her death. Nora Smart, Serena’s daughter, was only eleven when her mother died. Nora contributed most of the facts about her mother. Nora associated only such a very short time with her mother, and then it has been such a long time since Serena’s death that many details have been forgotten.
The writer is trying to picture Serena’s place as the oldest child in a large family in the early days of Norway. Anne’s having to divide her time between her own home and the master’s home would create responsibility for the children. Serena would naturally be given these duties. All the children had to be producers in those days. No information is available about Serena’s schooling.
Getting married young was a common tendency among the young folks of Norway. Serena married when she was eighteen.
Serena had blue eyes, and dark brown hair. She was about 5'6" tall, and weighed about 150 pounds. She was slender, never fat. Serena parted her hair in the middle, braided the hair on each side of the part in back and bobbed the braids on the back of her head. She always wore her hair this same way.
Serena was very quiet and very tender hearted. She was retiring, and would not push herself forward. Her feelings could be hurt easily, and often were. She never complained. She sometimes sulked. She never gossiped about other folks, but was frank to tell a person what she thought. She was afraid of David.
Serena was a very good woman. She was a most faithful and devoted mother. She was a stalwart, rugged citizen. She was a true blue character, who never varied from the truth or what was right. She followed day in and day out the same pattern of life. She possessed a true religious conviction, and lived by this conviction.
Serena’s home was orderly, quiet, and well managed. The children learned early in their lives to respect their mother. Serena’s home was a two-room log house. One room was used for the kitchen and living room. The other room was used for a bedroom. The kitchen had a table, cupboard, chairs, a small cook stove without a warming oven, rocking chair, wood box, lumber floor, a wooden stand for a wash basin, and a water bucket. The water was heated in kettles on the stove. Candles were used for lighting the homes. Each home made its own candles. Later coal oil lamps were used in place of the candles. The bedroom contained three beds, clothes cupboard with a curtain in front, and a small monkey stove. Beds were made on the floor in the kitchen, especially during sickness.
Serena was a good cook. She taught her two daughters to be fine cooks. Serena did not prepare many varieties of food. She always had plenty of meat, potatoes, vegetables and white flour. Serena was not a hand for pickles. The only fruit available was currants, gooseberries, plums, etc. Fruit was not used too much. White bread, milk, cheese and butter were always on hand.
The morning meal would be meat, potatoes, gravy and sometimes flapjacks. Hot biscuits were eaten at noon. The noon dessert would be mainly rice pudding. At night they had mush made from white flour. Cream was not served on the pudding or mush, just skimmed milk. The cream was made into butter. The writer has eaten this same type of food at Sarah Alder’s place many times. Pies were rare. Cane molasses was common.
Serena often cooked up a meal and would invite the ladies to come to her home for dinner. The visiting was done during the day in those days. The ladies would bring their children and handy work.
David wanted to make a trip to Salt Lake late in the fall. Serena thought starting a trip at that time of the year was most unwise. David was determined to go. Serena prayed that he would be delayed or change his mind. The morning he was to go, all kinds of confusion prevailed. The team just could not be harnessed. After several hours of fussing, David decided not to go. Serena felt her prayer was answered.
Cold storage or refrigeration was unthought of at that time. The settlers did not keep ice in sawdust pits for summer use. Meat, butter and cheese were kept in the haystack during the summer. Meat could not be kept too long by this method.
E.R. Lawrence was the presiding elder of the Worm Creek branch at the time it was set apart from the Franklin Ward. He spent much time talking about the devil. This annoyed Serena to no end. One fast meeting Serena said, “It was not necessary for Brother Lawrence to talk about the devil al the time.” She was sure there were better subjects that could be discussed. She also said, it was her desire to live long enough to see Preston Ward get a good bishop.
William Parkinson was made bishop of the Preston Ward just before Serena died. His first call after being made bishop was to see Serena. She was very happy to know that he had been made bishop.
Dr. Ormsby was the only doctor in the valley. He was called to see Serena on his return from Gentile valley. As Dr. Ormsby stepped inside the room he said, “I’m too late. Why did you not call me sooner?” Serena died soon after Ormsby’s visit.
On August 26, 1884 Serena was relieved of her earthly cares. She died from the effects of dropsy. In those days, a casket was made out of pine boards. The outside was covered with black cashmere and the inside was white cashmere. Handles were fastened on the outside. They always sat up with the dead in those days. Clothes were moistened in a salt solution and kept on Serena’s face after she died. The funeral was held at the homestead.
William Parkinson took charge of her funeral. This was his first meeting to preside over after being made bishop. Eighty-four wagons went to the old cemetery after the funeral. Serena is now buried in the Preston Cemetery.

Wednesday, April 4, 2012

Joseph Hyrum (Hy) Spackman 8 August 1889 - 10 May 1963

Joseph Hyrum Spackman was the youngest child of twelve children born to Edwin and Rosanna Black Spackman. His parents lived in England and came to America in 1880. They brought six children with them. They buried one child in England, a boy, named William George. (Born 26 August 1874 and died 24 August 1878). Those children who came with them, that were born in England were: Amos, Annie Maria, Charlotte, Henry Edwin, Alice, and Francis Albert (Alf) who was just a baby. They settled in Richmond, Utah where Sarah Jane was born in 1881. They then moved to Cove, Utah where Alma was born in 1883. Next a little girl was born and named Ellen. She died as a child. Then Brigham was born at Cove, Utah in 1887. Annie Maria had married Andrew Allen of Cove as his second wife. Things were bad at this time for the polygamists.
Andrew Allen hired Annie’s father and mother, Edwin and Rosanna, to take Annie and move south. About 1887 they left and went to St. George, Utah. Here Annie’s second child, Rosanna, was born in 1888. Charlotte met Thomas Sullivan and they married in 1888. They lived in St. George and Leeds, Utah for years. The Spackmans and Annie came back to Provo, Utah where Hyrum was born in 1889. (It is said that Grandpa Hyrum only weighted about 3 pounds at birth and that he could fit very nicely in a quart teacup.) They lived in Provo about a year and then came to Lewiston, Utah where they rented a place straight west of Lewiston down by the river.
About 1895 they then moved to Trenton and ran the Bullen milk ranch. They milked so many cows that they hauled their own milk to the factory. About 1900 they moved to the crossroads this side of Richmond where they lived until the time of Hy’s father’s death. I believe this was the first property they had owned since they had come to America. After Hy’s father died his mother moved to Preston and lived in the house that Ted Spackman, Hy’s son has. She lived there until the time of her death.
Hy’s father has said that when he left England he had been employed as a caretaker of a stable of very fine horses, that were owned by a rich man.
None of Hy’s mother’s folks came to America that we know of. All of his father’s family came, also his grandfather and grandmother.
This picture was given to Grandma by Grandpa when they were married. Grandpa is the one on the right. A story is told by Grandma about the young man on the left. Wen she worked at the meat market the power line was being installed down the middle of Main Street. One day she heard men yelling and carrying on outside. She went out and just as she got to the door, she saw a man fall to the ground. He had been electrocuted and was dead before he fell. It was a Merrill boy from Lewiston. After she saw this picture she found out that it had been one of Grandpa’s best friends.
Hy worked around Richmond until about 1909. He worked for James Sheppard in Richmond for about 2 years. Sheppard had two wives and Hy would stay a week at one wife’s and then move to the other one’s for a week. He ran a header with six head of horses to head grain in what they called the south fields, west of the high school. He worked for Newell Bullen and Hershel Bullen at Richmond and Gentile Valley on the Black Canyon ranch which was near Central on the west side of the valley. While working on this ranch he would tell of how at night when they were watering, how he would hear the rattlesnakes. They would kill dozens of them during the day while they were working. In later years he would wake with a start after dreaming of hearing the sound of those rattlers.
Hy loved to dance. While working in Richmond he would drive a horse and buggy to Smithfield to go to the dances. He had a steady girl friend, named Rose Milligan, up until the time we met. She told Hy she was going to pull all of my hair out.
I met Hy in 1910 while he was working in Gentile Valley. I met him at his brother, Alma’s, home in Richmond. When he came down to Preston and Richmond from up the valley he came in a white top buggy or he rode a horse most of the time. He was a good neighbor to a fellow who lived out by the ranch he worked on in Central, his name was Corbett. Some of the boys have told Nelda and Glenn of how kind Hy was to their mother and family. He worked in this part of the country until we were married in 1912.
Hy and I lived with my folks on the farm which Hy and my father had bought together, the first year that we were married. Spending three or four months at Richmond with his folks while Hy worked campaign at the Lewiston Sugar Factory. After a year we moved to the Pratt place where we lived for five years, Hy farmed and raised cattle. Many a night he would bind grain by moonlight, half of the night.
After five years we moved over to the farm and my mother and father moved to town, where they lived until the time of their deaths.
When the power plant was built up the narrows, Hy hauled cement, lumber, pipes, and everything up there. They had a half-way station where the canyon widens and a telephone, so if the weather was bad, Cap Smith, the contractor took the loads the rest of the way with mules. They would load here at nights so as to get an early start the next morning. Hy got the mumps that fall and was real sick for about a week. Edwin was about three weeks old. I took the mumps but was not real sick. We suppose Edwin had them as he never got them later, but we did not know at the time.
In the spring Hy would go for a week to camp at Mink creek to clean the water ditch. He would go in the wagon, so bedding and grub had to be ready for the week. We had a grub box with a lid, that we kept just for this purpose. Then there were frying pans, coffee pots, and the like to get ready. Sometimes it would rain before the week was over. I would always hate this because things would have to be done all over again.
Hy would take the horses and wagon and go to the canyon and get logs for posts and for other things. Sometimes for wood to burn.
Hy was a great hand to trade horses, mostly with the men in Richmond. About once a week some of the boys would have to take horses to Franklin, sometimes six or seven at a time, to meet someone from Richmond with horses that Hy had traded for. They would exchange and come back home. You never knew what kind you were getting. But we were lucky as none of the kids were hurt too much. I always worried for fear they would run away with the kids and they wouldn’t be able to hold them and something would happen.
Hy hauled milk for 33 years. The boys would take turns as they got old enough. They hauled to Franklin for years with horses and wagons. In the winter with a sleigh. Later they hauled to the Sego Milk factory in Preston. Usually one boy would take the lower route, that was the lower half of the sixth ward, while Hy ate his breakfast and he would take it from there to town. Hy had a team of mules that was a really pretty team. The snow would get so deep and they would make such little tracks and could get around so easy. But it wasn’t long and Hy traded them. I think later he wished a hundred times he had kept them. He always saw that the kids had ponies to ride. He was good to his horses, cows, and other animals. In fact sometimes he kept them too fat. The men who came from Richmond to trade horses, always said they could tell Hy’s place as he always had a big hay stack.
Hy would work for a long time getting a matched team. He would get one horse and then look for a long time before he would get another to suit him. Just as soon as he would get them matched he would get a good trade and start over again. He would get some of the teams ready to pull at a pulling match. He loved to train them and pull things at home. We didn’t pull at matches very many times. We had a horse named Black Old Cap that Hy would take up the canyon when they would go to log. They could take him up to the top, hook a log on behind and turn him around and let him go. He would go down the hill and someone would undo the log and turn him around and he would go up the hill alone. He could also unload hay onto the stack without anyone guiding him. Hy would tell him to pull up and when to stop and he would run the Jackson fork.
One time when we had three or four little kids, Hy and I had driven to Richmond to pick raspberries at his father’s place. His father raised beautiful fruit and garden. We were coming back after dark that night in the buggy when one of the horses stumbled and broke the tongue. We were just about home and were on the road that we call Skunk Lane. Hy took the horses and went up the hill to his sister’s, Jane and George Hodges, to get a buggy to come and take me and the kids home. While I was sitting there waiting, with the kids asleep, I looked up and saw a white image coming towards me. It looked like something in a long white robe and just as if it were floating just above the road. I was getting real afraid and wondering what in the world it was. The moon was just right that night to make it even worse. When it got close to me and just about the time I was so afraid, it called out to me. It was Jane in her long white nightgown and she had run down to tell me that the horses had gotten scared of something just as Hy was coming out of the gate and had bolted and thrown Hy down breaking his shoulder. The double trees had come undone.
Hy had very few accidents. One time he was building a fence down by Ross’s house and drove a nail through his wrist. Once after haying, there was a hole in the loft of the barn, Hy threw one of the pitchforks up and thought it was going to go through the hole. Instead it came down and hit him in the upper arm. This was very painful at the time. We went to take him to the doctor, but he couldn’t stand the ride. The nearest phone was up to Hart’s, so someone went and called the doctor to come down. My mother came down and hot packed his arm all that night. The doctor said he would probably have a stiff arm for the rest of his life if we didn’t do this. He had no ill effects.
Hy hauled gravel and payed $200 for his assessment on the 6th Ward Chapel, when it was built. This doesn’t sound like much now but at the time it was a lot of money. He hauled load after load of gravel for the Sego Milk Factory when it was built in Preston, which he was paid for. This gravel was hauled from a place by Battlecreek. He also hauled gravel for the 2nd Ward Chapel helping my father, Samuel David Jensen. Father was ill at the time and couldn’t work so Hy offered to do his share.
He was always polite. I never remember him not being so. He loved to sing and dance. He would line the kids up in a row and take turns dancing with them. This is something that they will always remember. He was fun loving and would dress up and try to fool the kids whenever he felt like it. On April fool’s day he always had something to pull on the kids. At Christmas time he would go out and get the sleigh bells and then tell the kids Santa was coming so they better get to bed. He loved to decorate the Christmas tree and would have a lot of fun doing this. Singing while we did this. I have always said after watching the television and some of the soft shoe dancers, that Hy could do even better than that. He could really soft shoe dance. He would buy a sack of candy and spend time trying to fool the kids by telling them he would get it out of the light or that he found it up in the transoms.
Hy was drama director in the Mutual for about two years. Also ward teacher for a while. The kids remember when he took part in a play. He was a confederate soldier. I remember going over to Dayton with a play. Hy was always an early riser. Ted said he remembers his Dad getting up at 4 o’clock in the morning and waking everyone up.
Hy worked for Virge Knudsen at the Packing Plant for about fifteen years. He hauled cattle, and would go up to a ranch in Strawberry canyon near Soda Springs that Virge owned. He would go in the summer and stay alone and take care of the range cattle. There was a two-room house with a corral and cattle shed. Also a very deep well with a pump. When they got water they usually hauled enough for a two-day supply of it at a time.
In 1951, Hy was operated on for a double hernia. Dr. Smith here at Preston performed the operation. They had operated in the morning and towards evening Hy kept complaining of all the gas he had. I told him he was just feeling sorry, as you usually didn’t have gas until the third day. He kept having spells, going unconscious, but no matter what I told the doctors they didn’t believe me. Finally, the nurse came in and pulled the covers down and blood was all over the bandages. She called the doctors and Smith and Hawkes said there was nothing wrong. Hy was a bleeder and had bled from each stitch again. Dr. Smith told Hy he wouldn’t go back to work for six months, but in about six weeks he couldn’t stand being idle, so he went back to work. Dr. Smith told Hy that they had sown him up so tight that he would have a hard time the rest of his life.
Hy suffered a stroke on Friday, November 16, 1956. It paralyzed his left side completely and he was a bed patient up until the time of his death on May 10, 1963. On November 15, 1957, almost a year after Hy had his stroke we moved from the farm to town where I now live at this time. Written by Iris Julia Spackman in April 1967

Brigham Spackman 5 May 1887 - 25 August 1969

The second from the youngest child of Rosanna and Edwin Spackman was born 5 May 1887 in Cove, Utah. He was #11.
He had a busy childhood as all children did then. There were always chores to do around the home. Some of the older children were married and had moved away by then which left lots of work for the younger ones.
We are related doubly to Uncle Brig through his marriage to Lillian Hansen. She is a 1st cousin to Grandma Iris and also her very close friend. Lillian and Iris grew up together and remained close friends throughout their lives.
Brig and Lilly were married 6 September 1911 in the Logan Temple and moved to Lewiston where he worked for the Sugar Co.
Their first baby, Lois, was born prematurely after Lilly had tried to move a heavy barrel of water. She and the baby almost died.
They left Lewiston and went to Downey to live. They lived on nothing but jack-rabbits. It was too hard for them and they moved back to Richmond to live with Grandpa and Grandma Spackman where James, their first son, was born.
They then moved from Richmond to Preston. Lilly’s father gave them two acres of land on which they built a two room home. Laura and Harold were born in Preston. They moved to another place in Preston called the Eldridge place. On it was a ten-acre orchard where Brig soon cleaned out and burned all the old brush. One day Laura walked through the hot ashes and burned her feet. It took about a month for them to heal.
After about five years in Preston, they moved back to Richmond on the Ririe place east of the Gilt Edge Mill. Brig rented land from Albert Bergeson and Hyrum Ririe. They then left there and moved to the Bullen ranch in Lewiston where they milked cows for Newell Bullen for $75 a month. It was here that Harold had rheumatic fever. His chin was drawn down to his chest for about two months. After the doctor had done all he could, Amos Hodges and Bishop Joseph Bergeson were called in to administer to him. Soon after that he began to get well. Just as Harold was feeling better Jim came down with typhoid fever and because of a severe high fever, he was unconscious part of the time. He remained very ill for 3 weeks. While here on the ranch, Don and LeRoy were born.
Brig bought 35 acres of ground in Trenton for $3500 from Henry Spackman. On this ground they built a small home. It was here that Morland and Leona were born.
Lilly was a wonderful mother who took good care of her family. She was a good cook (although she said she didn’t like to) and she was an excellent seamstress. She could make something out of nothing. She did a lot of crocheting and embroidery work and did a beautiful job of it. She also liked to make quilts. They didn’t have much room to put a quilt up to work on so they put it down in the day time and tied it up to the ceiling at night so they could make down two beds in the living room. She was a hard worker and did things on the farm that any man could do.
She seemed to know when she was going to die and had her own funeral arrangements written down when she passed away. She always said she would not live to be 50 years old. She went in for surgery in the hospital but never regained consciousness. She was 49 years old.
Uncle Brig married Leona Glauser 23 January 1951 and to them were born three daughters: Gladys (died at birth), Rosanna, and Martha Rae.
Brig passed away 25 August 1969 and is buried in Preston, Idaho.

Alma Spackman 16 December 1883 - 11 June 1965

Uncle “Almy” as he was affectionately called by those who knew him was born 16 December 1883 in Cove, Utah.
I’m told that when he was little he had a bad case of the measles which affected his growth. He may have been small on the outside but anyone who knew Alma recognized the man of great stature on the inside. He was fun-loving, kind, patient, hard working, and a good man.
Alma and Clara Peterson were married 14 February 1906, a Valentine’s day love story. Alma Ferron was born in 1907 and Phyllis Erma in 1910. The family settled in Richmond where they stayed their whole married life.
Besides farming in Richmond, he and Clara were caretakers at the cemetery there. In fact it was on his farm that my grandfather Hy met his future wife, Iris.
Aunt Clara was an excellent housekeeper and kept the house and yard very neat and clean. Their home was north of the cemetery entrance and faces west. It is still standing today.
I remember Uncle Almy coming to see Grandpa when he was ill. I loved to see him and thought he was so fun because he was little and as much a kid as we were. He’d tease us and have fun with us.
Aunt Leila says he would come to Hy’s house when Cherrill was there and hide behind a tree. Then he would holler at them in the house to “send that cute little boy outside!” Then he would jump out and tease Cherrill and play with him.
Uncle Almy passed away 11 June 1965 and Aunt Clara on 16 June 1973. They are buried in Richmond, Utah.

Sarah Sarah Jane Spackman 29 Jun3 1881 - 23 November 1948

On June 29, 1881 in Richmond, Utah, Sarah Jane was born to Edwin and Rosanna Black Spackman. She was the first child born after her parents had moved their family to Utah from England. She was the eighth child in the family of twelve children.

Her brothers were Amos, Henry Edwin, William George, Francis Albert, Alma, Brigham and Joseph Hyrum. Her four sisters were Annie, Charlotte, Alice and Ellen. Two of the children, William and Ellen died when they were babies.

Most of her childhood was spent in the Richmond, Cove and Lewiston area. They lived in St. George one year, Provo four years, and in 1898 they lived in Preston or Dayton for a short time before returning to Richmond.

She married George Hodges on January 2, 1901, and later that same year this marriage was solemnized in the Logan L.D.S. Temple on October 9, 1901.

After their marriage they lived in Lewiston, Utah for two years where their first two sons were born. When George Edwin was 15 months old and Elmer LaMont was 2 months old, they moved to Canada. They were there for a year and then moved to Richmond where Joseph Lloyd was born in 1905. They were living in West Warren, Utah when their 4th son, Cecil Farren, was born in 1907. They moved back to Richmond where their first three daughters were born. Gladys Ann in 1908, Malinda in 1912, and Edna in 1915. When Edna was a few months old, they bought a farm and moved to Preston, Idaho. Valeta Nelda was born in 1919. They later bought a home at 3rd West and 8th South and Belva Dean was born here on May 10, 1923.

Besides her nine children, she raised Ed’s daughter, Eda, after her mother died when she was three months old. They also helped raise Melvin, Blaine and Gayle. When Edna died in 1938, they took her three children, Betty, LaVere and Marjorie Bowman.

She always had time to tend her grandchildren, help when someone had a new baby or there was sickness or a death in the neighborhood.

She also took good care of her mother. Whenever she was sick or unable to care for herself, they would take her to their home, put her bed up in their front room, where she would be warm and comfortable, and they could take care of her until she felt better and was able to go back to her own home. This is the way they took care of her for many years before she died at home in 1935 when she was 87 years old.
She was always up early in the morning and busy doing something. In the summer she had a large garden with fruit trees, currents, gooseberries, strawberries, and raspberries. She would pick raspberries all day and sell them for 8 quarts for a dollar. Besides her vegetable garden where she grew most of the food for the family, she always had a lovely flower garden with many beautiful shrubs and flowers. There were always plenty of flowers to take to the cemetery. Her yards were kept free of weeds, always neat and clean.
Each winter she made several quilts, braided many rugs and sewed and mended clothes for her family. She had a special talent for piecing quilts and was a beautiful quilter. Every stitch had to be just right. Many old clothes were made over into lovely warm quilts or clothes for her children or grandchildren. She never wasted anything and could always take something old and make it into something useful and nice.
(Picture of Aunt Jane, Uncle George, Ed and Dick.)

On October 31, 1948, she started to cross the street just west of the intersection, at first south in Preston. A car came around the corner and ran over her. She had a broken ankle and wrist, back injuries and internal injuries. They took her to the Preston hospital where she died on November 23, 1948 at the age of 67.