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.

Francis Albert Spackman - 16 April 1879 - 5 March 1961

When Francis Albert was born the 16 April 1879, he was the seventh child and the last of Rosanna’s and Edwin’s children to be born in England (Newbury, Berkshire). He was just a baby when the family left England.

In 1907 Uncle Alf married a sweet lady whose name was Meady Myriah Larsen (lovingly called Aunt “Maida” by her nieces and nephews). She was born in Cleveland, Idaho and this may be why they settled there after their marriage for a while. The children born to them while they lived here were: Albert Ray, Virgil, LaRue, James DeVerle, Lovell Oleen, and Golden.

I’m not sure how many years the family lived here in Thatcher, but eventually they lived in Burley and then in the South San Francisco area.

He would come often to visit his family here and everyone enjoyed his visits. He was a regular cut-up and fun to be around.

Grandpa Hy would take his family to Burley to visit with them. Everyone I visited with had only good and happy memories of their Uncle Alf and Aunt Maida.

Uncle Alf suffered with cancer in his later years. It destroyed part of his nose. I’m sure he suffered a great deal with it. Aunt Leila remembers that he had some sort of a prosthesis piece that he wore over his nose to cover the damage caused by the cancer.

Meady passed away 12 May 1944 and Alf lived until 5 March 1961. They are both buried in Cleveland, Idaho.

Alice Spackman and Orson Leavitt

Alice Spackman, having been born in Newbury, Berkshire, England on 20 August 1876, came with her family to America when she was 3 years old. (5 June 1880).

She was the sixth child of Rosanna Black and Edwin Spackman. When the family emigrated there were 6 living children. Amos born 1866 was the oldest; then came Ann Marie 1868; Charlotte 1870; Henry Edwin 1872; William George 1874; Alice 1876; and Francis Albert 1878. (We know, of course, that William George died 24 August 1878 at the age of almost 4 years and is buried in England.)

After the Spackman family settled in the Lewiston area, Alice met Orson Leavitt and they were married 15 March 1898. Orson was born to George Leavitt and Nancy Minerva Earl, in Mendon, Cache Co., Utah the 23 February 1871. George was very influential in the Lewiston community, serving as President of the Cub River Irrigation Company, and as the first Justice of the Peace in Lewiston. He was a talented carpenter and was given the charge of building the first meeting houses in Lewiston as well as the old opera house there.

Nancy Minerva was a plural wife so after the Manifesto abolishing polygamy was announced in 1890, she moved with her children to Star Valley, Wyoming and farmed there. Orson traveled though with his father, George, at times and learned a great deal from him, becoming a great man in his own right.

After their marriage, Alice and Orson made their home in Lewiston for a while and then went to Teton, Idaho where he sheared the sheep with his brothers. Alice cooked for the crew as well as cared for their two small children, Alberta Minerva (born 12 September 1898 in Ogden) and Orson Leon (born 1 September 1899 in Teton).

The camp was moved into Auburn, Wyoming for the winter and the cabin they built there, with its dirt floor, kept them very comfortable. Their mascot for the next few years was a large St. Bernard dog who accompanied Orson, Charley, and Henry around the Wyoming towns of Tin Cup Valley, Kemmerer, Afton, and Star Valley, while they raced their prized horses. The dog saved Orson’s life one night when a man tried to shoot him for refusing to sell him some horses.

Elva was born 28 January 1901 in Auburn, Wyoming. Soon they returned to Utah where Orson became a carpenter for the Sugar Company, designing a wooden model of the first motors used in the Lewiston Sugar Factory.

The children born during this time in Utah were: Elmen, 11 June 1903 in Richmond; Arvilla RoseAnn, 23 June 1906 in Lewiston; Asa, 20 April 1908 in Richmond; Harold, 7 Oct 1910 in Lewiston; George Edmund, 13 Jan 1913 in Smithfield; and Edna Rosina, 16 Jan 1916 in Lewiston.

In the next years, they built many churches, business buildings, and homes (one building that the children especially remembered was a huge barn erected for Bishop Hyer).

They worked on the Sugar Factory at Corrine, Utah, then traveled by wagon to Burley, Idaho where they purchased a 40 acre farm. Alice and the younger boys farmed while Orson and the older boys helped to build the Rupert Sugar Factory.

When that was completed, they returned to Provo Canyon , Utah, and built a canal around a hill to bring enough water for a dam for the Utah Power & Light Company. This dam was made out of wood.

Orson remembered one woman, after walking through the dam, remarking, “Well, look, there’s just as much water coming out of the turbines after making all that electricity.”

Orson was a big man and a strong man. He could lift and hold a steel railroad tie on his knee which required several men to remove. As big men often do, he chose for his life’s companion a wife who was as tiny as he was large. She became very good at loading things into the wagon on very short notice to move on to the next job. She would sit in the wagon if the spot he chose to stop at did not suit her. But he would make camp anyway and she would eventually get out and come to the fire. Their favorite songs were, “I Want To Be A Farmer’s Boy”, “Can I Sleep In Your Barn Tonight, Mister”, and “It’s My Little Four Leaf Shamrock From Galore”. Orson had his harmonica rigged on a wire around his neck and would dance with Alice as he played their songs.

Orson received his share of the home estate from his father when George passed away, but he chose to sell it and follow his choice of a vocation, which was carpentry and construction of dams, roads, and railways.

They worked on the American Falls Dam and then were instrumental in re-building the town. When the fruit season was on they went as a family to pick enough fruit for their families, friends, and anyone in town who needed some. They shared willingly with everyone.

They moved on from one place to another as construction crews were needed, finally coming to Nyssa, Oregon in 1928 to construct a bridge across the Snake River.

They remained to build on the road and railroad up to the Owyhee Mountains and constructed the Owyhee Dam. This enabled this farm country to be labeled “The Green Belt” because of its good growing season. Orson also constructed many fine homes in the area.

He became stricken with cancer on his face, the cause being too much exposure to the sun’s rays. His family cared for him until his death 4 May 1935.

After her husband’s death, Alice then lived near one of the children, but alone for as long as she could remain independent. In her later years she lived with her children, first one and then another, never willing to admit she needed help to get along in life. The family was able to take to her in the hospital her favorite flowers, red roses, so she realized she had their affection and all of them around her.

Alice passed away 28 October 1966 and was buried next to her husband in Nyssa, Oregon.

At her funeral her beautiful music was played and musically read by her great granddaughters, Nancy and Susan Leavitt, daughters of Orson and Dorothy Leavitt, who loved their Grandma dearly.

(A special thanks to Orson and Dorothy Leavitt for their history and pictures.)

Henry Edwin Spackman

Henry Edwin (Ted) was born 5 July 1872 in Kintbury, Berkshire, England. When he was a teenager he fell started to do things that his father didn’t approve of. He left Preston and went to the Salt Lake area where he lived the remainder of his life. We don’t know of any children born to him, but know that he married a Jennie Mitton and that his obituary appeared in the Salt Lake paper 30 January 1963. We are told that he did come up and visit the family a couple of times bringing presents for some of the older nieces and nephews.