Here are exerpts from the History of Alexander Hamilton Loveridge and his family: CHAPTER XV BIOGRAPHY OF PHYLINDA MARSH LOVERIDGE TERRY Phylinda Marsh was born October 6, 1792, in Deerfield, Franklin, Massachusetts. She was the daughter of Abner Marsh and Dorothy Dana. Nothing is known of her childhood until 15 of July 1815. Phylinda married Ambrose Loveridge, son of William and Lucy Welch Loveridge, born 15 July 1783, Hardwick, Worcester, Mass. All their children were born in Bristol, Ontario, New York: Alvin Nelson, born 17 Jan 1816, died 1868 Alford, born 9 Feb 1818, died 9 Feb 1818 Phylinda Sylvia, born 8 July 1819, died 8 Aug 1851 Fannie Marella, born 9 May 1823, died 1 Aug 1825 Fannie Marella, born 8 July 1825, died 9 April 1856 Alexander Hamilton, born 14 April 1828, died 3 Mar 1905 Between 1828 and 1841 Phylinda and her husband, Ambrose, moved to Pleasant Valley, Michigan. This area had been made into counties in 1818, and people were moving westward to build homes and get farmland and raise cattle. In 1841 Otis Terry and family came to Pleasant Valley, Michigan, also. They had three sons. The two older sons, Otis Lysander Terry and Charles Alphonzo Terry, met the two Loveridge girls, Phylinda Silvia and Fannie Marella, and after a romantic courtship Otis Lysander married the younger girl Fannie Marella, 8 Oct. 1842, and just ten days later the younger Terry boy, Charles Alphonzo, married the older Loveridge girl, Phylinda Sylvia, 18 Oct., 1842. Phylinda's oldest son, Alvin Nielson Loveridge, had married in Oct. 1841, leaving the home quiet and lonesome after a house full of young folks to just the fourteen-year-old boy left. Two of her children had died soon after birth. It was about this time the Mormon Elders came to Pleasant Valley. The rivalry over religion had been so strong between churches that people were so unsettled, not knowing which church to believe, but when Otis Terry heard them speak he went home and told his wife and his sons and their wives. They all went to the next meeting . It seemed to warm their hearts and was the answer to their prayers as to the true church. Phylinda's daughters, Phylinda and Fannie, were so thrilled they went home to their mother and father telling them that they must come to a meeting and listen to the Mormon Elders with them to their next meeting. Phylinda and Ambrose went. Ambrose could not accept it nor could their oldest son, but Phylinda had such a burning desire of the truth she got a will out and read it, one of the great-grandmother's. So interesting to read this will of a great-grandmother in the 1600's. The following is taken from the document: "As for my soul I commit to God who gave it, and to Christ whom I hope hath redeemed it to Ye Holy Spirit, which I hope through grace hath sanctified it. My boty I commit to the grave. I hope for them to be reunited." She emplored her children to work out their salvation, fear and trembling. Thus we see in our early New England ancestors had a. hope of the resurrection and believed in the early 16th century that God's works are necessary to gain salvation. Phylinda could not help but believe the Mormon Church was right. Her two daughters and the Terry families were all baptized in May 1843. But Phylinda waited to see if she could get her husband to feel more kindlly toward the Mormons. But he would not go to many meetings and when he did, he made it more unhappy for Phylinda at home. But she felt it so strongly it was true, she took her youngest son with her to meetings and he felt like his mother that Mormonism was true no matter what his father said about them. Until the next year 3 May 1844, Phylinda and her son Alexander then 16 years old, were both baptized into the Mormon Church. All the Saints were preparing to leave for Nauvoo the next spring. The Prophet had sent word by missionaries for all Saints to come help finish the Temple and get it paid for. Everyone was getting wagons, horses or oxen to take them to Nauvoo, Ill., selling all they could of lands, cattle and homes to make the journey. As Phylinda's daughters were going and Phylinda's home life was really unhappy, as her husband was an unbeliever, just could not accept it, nor her oldest son and wife. Her daughters both had wagons for the journey, told their mother she could put her things in their wagons and come with them, their mother could ride with one of them, their youngest brother could ride with the other. Phylinda felt that the conflict in her home, growing worse all the time, and knowing she should be guided by what the Prophet said, felt she should go to Nauvoo, with the Saints so it was decided she should go leaving her husband and oldest son. But knew her son would take care of her husband. The Saints left for Nauvoo in 1845, arriving at Knoxville, Ill., where her daughter Phylinda Sylvia, gave birth to a baby boy, Charles Wilford, 13 Aug. 1845. They went on to Nauvoo. They were so thrilled to see the beautiful Temple first. The men folks helped in finishing the Temple as the Mormon program seemed to run so smooth. Something for everyone to do, such a hurry to get the Temple finished. The intolerance was growing among the so-called Christian group because of losing followers to the aggressive Mormons and added fuel to the flame of persecution. But the Temple was completed in Dec. 1845, and January of 1846 people were allowed to go to the Temple for endowment work and be sealed to the families. Phylinda's two daughters and husbands were allowed to go to the Temple 14 January 1846, but Phylinda did not go until later. Since the mob violence was increasing the saints hurriedly sold homes, businesses, farms, for wagons, oxen, horses and provisions to take with them in their western flight. The ones who already had wagons and oxen or horses were the first to go that winter. The "Exodus" started Feb. 1846. 600 Saints crossed the Mississippi River on ice and by Sept. of 1846 all had left but 150 men and a few women and children unable to leave because of sickness. Even these few were driven out later. Otis Terry was put in Bishop of Kanesville, Sugar Creek, Iowa, just nine miles from Nauvoo. Here the Saints came across the Mississippi to get organized for their westward trip. Phylinda's two daughters with their husbands left for Winter Quarters the summer of 1847 and were told to plow and plant crops for the Saints who were to follow. They built a few log houses here. They were to wait until told to go westward. It was here in Winter Quarters that Phylinda's daughter gave birth to a son, Brigham Alfonso, 15 Jan. 1848. The cold winter was so cold and heating very poor until 15 of Feb. 1848, this little life was taken away. Phylinda was so thankful to her Heaven Father she was allowed to accept the Gospel and come to the heart of the Church to be with her daughters in times of need. Fannie, her other daughter, had her second daughter at Winter Quarters. Her daughter Phylinda Sylvia did not regain her health after the birth and death of her baby. Phylinda stayed with her daughter trying everything she knew to help her. Then in August they got word that her son-in-law's mother had passed away 29 Aug. 1848, in Kanesville, Sugar Creek, of a bad case of cholera, just 54 years old. This saddened them all, as she seemed such a healthy and happy mother helping everyone. In 1849 Otis Terry came to Winter Quarters to make ready with his family to start west the next summer. Word from Brigham Young was for all widows and widowers to marry to help them in doubling and making loads lighter on their children. Otis Terry and Phylinda Marsh Loveridge were married some time before June 1850, making the load lighter for the two daughters. Her son, Alexander Hamilton Loveridge, had met and fallen in love with a sweet girl,, Malinda Stillwell Thomas, and was married 12 April 1849. All children were now married. (Insert from Warren Foot History) In organizing companies to make the westward trek 12 of June 1850, Elder Orson Hyde companies of 100. Warren Foot was captain of 100, with William Wall and Otis Lysander Terry each captain of 50 and his father Otis Terry over 10 in his son's company. The company started from Winter Quarters across the Missouri River 17 June 1850, it taking 101 days of a long, hard journey arriving in Salt Lake 26 Sept. 1850. There were about 20 deaths while camping. Most of them died of cholera and being in the forepart of the journey. When they arrived in Utah, Otis Terry and his two sons were told to take their families and go to Union (now where Murray is) to build homes, get land to farm. After their long trek across country and being driven by mobs, they felt such relief to be able to at last settle down. They built log houses and were so happy to be where they could build churches to worship in. They were all so happy. Her daughter Phylinda Sylvia gave birth to a beautiful baby girl 1st of March 1851, but her daughter did not get well after. She had been so frail they had to get a neighbor girl to come in and help tend their 6-year-old boy and now the baby girl. Everyone did what could be done but nothing helped. Her daughter told her husband Charles Alfonzo that she wanted him to marry this girl who was so good with the children and she knew she had not long to live . She told Loanna Hammond of her desires for her to marry her husband before she left this life, so she could go in peace, knowing her two children would be cared for . The 29th of June 1851, Loanna Hammond and Charles Alfonzo Terry were married and seven weeks later her daughter Phylinda Sylvia died Aug. 18, 1851, of cancer, just 32 years old. Phylinda's other daughter's husband, Otis Lysander Terry, had married three wives besides Fannie. They were advised in plural marriages. Fannie had three children when they moved to north Ogden with his four wives but times were hard. Phylinda felt bad to think her daughter was so far away. In 1856 a very bad case of measles broke out in Ogden, so many deaths from it. It took two wives of Otis Lysander Terry and a daughter in a few days. Phylinda's daughter Fannie Marella and her daughter died 14 April 1856. Fannie just a young woman of 31 years, leaving his other two wives to care for the children. After Otis Lysander's tragic experience in Ogden he moved back to Union. Phylinda was glad to see her two grandchildren, Otis Lysander, Jr., eight years old, and Emma, ten years old. As Otis Lysander, Sr., decided to move to Fairview, Sanpete Co., the grandparents, Otis and Phylinda, wanted to keep the two children. The children were of great help as Otis was 64 years old and Phylinda 68 years old. These two children would be such a help to their grandparents and they were taught in the faith. Otis Lysander, Jr., helped, herding cows and sheep, helping with the chores, growing to love farming, while Emma helped Phylinda, learning to do home chores, cooking, sewing, all chores to make a good life. Emma married in 1865. Otis Lysander was such a comfort to both grandparents, taking over the farming as he grew older. On one of his trips to Fairview he met a lovely girl, Sarah Lovina Howell, and on 8 of Feb. 1876, Otis Lysander married Sarah Lovina and brought her back to Union. He said he would never leave his grandparents, he and his wife would care for them now they were in their declining years and could not farm. Otis Terry, the grandfather, told Otis Lysander, Jr., the farm was his for being so faithful and loving to them. Phylinda loved the sweet Sarah. They got along so well, but Phylinda had lived a full life and in 1883 she passed away, missed and loved by all. She was 91 years old. Although Otis Lysander, Jr.'s wife was an invalid after the birth of her third child they cared for the grandfather. The next years were trying, and after a severe illness Otis Terry was left, paralyzed, so it was decided to sell the farm and home. Otis Lysander, Jr., resigned from the bishopric. He was 2nd counsellor for 10 years. Otis Lysander took his wife and four children and grandfather Otis Terry and moved to Fairview, where his father Otis Lysander, Sr., took the grandfather Otis Terry. Here he was cared for until he passed away 31 Oct. 1887, 91 years old, leaving a large posterity, having lived a good long life. Written by Nettie Curtis Warenski for Mrs. Ernest N. Webb CHAPTER XII HISTORY OF ALEXANDER HAMILTON LOVERIDGE Alexander Hamilton Loveridge, son of Ambrose Loveridge and Phylinda Marsh, was born April 14, 1828, in Ontario County, New York State. The following children were born to him and his wife Malinda Stillwell Thomas: Daniel Ambrose Loveridge, born January 28, 1850, Honey Creek, Missouri; Phylinda Loveridge, born January 27, 1852; Alexander Hamilton Loveridge, Jr., born March 27, 1854, Cedar City, Utah; Alvin Loveridge, born November 1, 1856; John Loveridge, born October 25, 1858; Malinda Loveridge, born March 11, 1861; Matilda Loveridge, born April 2, 1863; Daniel Lamoni Loveridge and Joseph L. Loveridge, twins, born November 17, 1865; Don Carlos Loveridge, born August 20, 1868, Lehi, Utah; Henry Thomas Loveridge, born November 19, 1870. Alexander Hamilton Loveridge, with his mother and her other children, joined the church; their father was an unbeliever. They endured all the hardships of pioneer times. He drove an oxteam across the plains for Thomas Ashton to bring immigrants to Utah. He gave two oxen to the church to help bring immigrants to Utah, one ox died on the way. He came to Lehi in 1851 and in 1853 he was sent by the L.D.S. Church to Cedar City, Utah, to help protect the saints from the Indians and teach irrigation to these people. The following is an article I copied from the records in the church offices. There were other names, but I did not copy any but Grandfather Alexander Hamilton Loveridge. This is as I copied it: "Following is a list of persons who started for Parowan, Iron Co., Utah, about this time, November 7, 1853, name, Alexander Hamilton Loveridge; age, 24; years in church, 8; Seventies quorum, 1; married ladies, 1; boys under 14 years, 1; girls under 14 years, 1; number of wagons, 1; spades and shovels, 2; tools, 1; number of oxen, 2; number of cows, 2; number of bread stuff, 500 pounds, number of rifles, 1; number of rounds of ammunition, 20; number of pounds of powder, 1/4; number of caps, 80; number of pounds of lead, 2; from Lehi - Nauvoo, H County, Illinois." On the way Grandfather drove his oxen and cows together, milking the cows on the way. While in Cedar City he lived in a dugout, a room cut in the ground, with a fireplace in one end and a little seat or bench on each side of the fireplace. There were no chairs. John Jacobs and his wife and Alexander Hamilton Loveridge and his wife lived in this little room. Grandfather had two small children and on March 27, 1854, their third child, Alexander Hamilton Loveridge, Jr., was born. He was one of the first white children born in Cedar City. Food was scarce. This was about the time of the Mountain Meadow Massacre. This terrible slaughter of men was blamed on the Indians, but the truth is that white men had dressed as Indians. It was said that travelers going to California for gold had poisoned the water to kill the Mormons and this murder was the result. The Church was really upset about it. John D. Lee was executed for being the leader. NOTE: AHLoveridge was sought by the Federal Marshalls as being one of the participants. After being in Cedar City for some time, they were called back to Lehi and they lived there all of their lives. Grandfather was a very resourceful man in every way; even on a desert he never gave up. If his wagon broke down, in some way with whatever he could get he repaired it and on he went. He was a farmer and a cooper by trade, making barrels and tubs and also brooms. The people at this time raised their own broom corn. His first home was inside the old fort wall on the northwest side. These walls enclosed four of our city blocks, encircling an oval shaped piece of land. About 1865 he built another home on Second West between First and Second South, south of the First Ward Chapel. He helped to build this chapel, the first meetinghouse in Lehi. He also worked on the Salt Lake Temple. He had a farm and some grassland, which in these early days was covered with water. He had to wade in this water, about six inches deep, cut the tall grass with a scythe, pull it to the dry land with a rake, dry it, and then haul it to his home to feed his cattle in the wintertime He also raised flax. He would haul it to the mill pond, put it into the water to rot; then dry it and take it home where Grandmother and their children would break and whip it. Then Grandmother would spin and weave it into cloth to make clothing for her family. The wagon box Grandfather brought across the plains was placed on the north side of his home and for years it was there; I remember it and on the picture of his home it is shown there. When Johnson's Army came to Fairfield, Utah, or Camp Floyd, he bought a U.S. harness with wide leader straps from the soldiers for his oxen. The soldiers traded with the people of Lehi; it helped both the soldiers and the families. Wagons, wagon covers, army blankets, dishes, etc., were traded for eggs, butter, vegetables and chickens. So the coming of the Army helped the settlers get the many things they needed. Grandfather Loveridge was the first man in Lehi to drive his oxen with a collar instead of a yoke. At one time he drove a mule and an ox together. He had an old-fashioned cultivator to cultivate his corn. So that the oxen would not eat the corn, he made a nose sack of gunnysack, with holes so the oxen could breathe, to cover their mouths. This also kept the flies from bothering the oxen. He cut his grain with a cradle or a sickle, and threshed it out by beating it with a flail or by cattle tramping it out. The wind blew the chaff from the grain. In 1852 sugarbeet seed was brought to Lehi, and molasses was made from the beets instead of sugar. That was just the beginning of the beet sugar industry in Lehi. The following was related to me by John Woodhouse, a nephew of Grandfather: Grandfather Loveridge had a team of yellow horses and went for wood out in Cedar Valley in West Canyon. He would cook his breakfast in what was called "The Big Hollow." In the winter to earn more money he would go to the Boulder Mountains in Rush Valley to burn charcoal for the smelters. The men would dig a pit, put the pinon pine in this, cover it with dirt and start it to burn. It took two weeks to burn a pit of charcoal. He was paid 250 per bushel for the charcoal, and there were '100 bushels to each pit. The smelter was on the shore of Rush Lake at Slug town. Some of the charcoal was sent to Sandy, Utah, by railroad. The following is another story told to me by John Woodhouse: Grandfather Loveridge had some mules he bought from the soldiers of Johnson's Army when they were called away from Fairfield, Utah. Some time after they left, the Government sent some soldiers back to this part of the country to round up all mules and horses with the Government brand on them. Grandfather had these mules with his wagon at the old tithing office, where he had brought some potatoes for tithing. The soldiers saw the mule and were going to take them away from him, telling him to unhook the mule from the wagon. Frank Molen and Joseph Thomas, a brother-in-law of Grand father, saw that the soldiers were going to take the mules. They told the soldiers that these mules belonged to Grandfather and that he had bought them from the soldiers. These two men feared no one and were good shots with their guns: they could and would fight. The soldiers insisted on taking the mules, so a fight started. Thomas picked up one of the soldiers and threw him into the watering trough. This stopped the fight and the soldiers went on their way without the mules. Grandfather had the last ox team in Lehi. The grasshoppers ate their crops; the Indians would kill the people every time they could get a chance; with his large family he had many hardships. His wife died when their eleventh child was born, the child living only a little while after the mother died. His son Alexander Hamilton Loveridge, Jr., did some boyish trick and there was to be a trial. He was to ask forgiveness, a punishment for everything done in those days. He left home and for 20 years every one thought he was dead. Grandfather passed away thinking his son was dead. The lawyer that settled Grandfather's estate said, "We will count him dead." But he came back and lived here in Lehi and in Provo where he passed away years after. Parents and children had many sad experiences. I remember Grandfather's bed. I thought it was grand. It was of dark wood with a high head and foot. The bottom or springs were of small rope laced in and out in squares to hold up the mattress. In olden times these mattresses were made of straw put between pieces of cloth like a big bag. At each threshing time these straw mattresses were emptied and clean straw was put in; they had another new mattress. Grandfather Loveridge was married four times. He passed away March 3, 1905, at Lehi, Utah. I can remember Grandfather. He was not very tall and a little heavy in his last years. He lived in our home for a while. He married in later life to a Mrs. Harvey. They enjoyed life together. On wash day as she hung the clothes he put the pegs in for her. He had a little farm, and the two went to the field together. She wore a sunbonnet and sat by him on the wagon as he drove the horses. She held an umbrella over the two as they rode along. Written by Annie Loveridge Webb. CHAPTER XIII HISTORY OF MALINDA STILLWELL THOMAS LOVERIDGE Malinda Stillwell Thomas Loveridge, daughter of Daniel Stillwell Thomas and Martha Pane Jones, was born February 9, 1832, in Calaway County, Kentucky. When she was a very small child, her parents heard the gospel preached by Elder Wilford Woodruff. They endured all the hardships of the Mormons, being driven by the mobs and persecuted. In 1837 they moved to Missouri, and in 1839 with her parents, brothers and sisters, she started across the prairie; the snow was six inches deep. In the spring of 1840 they moved to Nauvoo, Illinois, where they lived six years. While in Nauvoo the saints built a Temple to their God. In 1846 they started for Utah without purse or scrip. They knew and believed in the Prophet Joseph Smith and suffered great hardships. Her brother Isaac Thomas drove a team to Utah for a man who told him that if he would do this for him he could come back in the spring to get his parents and brothers and sisters. He brought them to Utah in 1848. In 1849 the gold rush to California was on; Isaac went to California and was never heard of again. His people feared he had been killed, as many were, Malinda Stillwell Thomas married Alexander Hamilton Loveridge and to them were born eleven children, 8 boys and 3 girls. Her family had hardships and also many good times. They raised flax, which they hauled to the mill pond, putting it in the water to rot. The flax was then dried and taken back to their home, where she and her children would break and whip it; then she would spin and weave it into cloth to make clothing for her family. She loved children and at her home children of all ages came to play. She would leave her work to help anyone. In those days people had dances in their homes, and the girls had their hair curled before the dances. They would come to her home for her to put up their hair in rags to make it curly. They would help her with her work and take care of her children while she put up their hair in these pieces of cloth. Her first home was inside the fort wall. With her husband she went to St. George, Utah. He was to protect the saints from the Indians and teach irrigation. Their home was a dugout or a room dug out in the ground. There was a fireplace in one end for heat and cooking; there were no chairs, but a bench or seat was cut out of the dirt for her and her husband to sit on. These were trying times; many were killed. They were called back to Lehi, Utah. She had her children, cared for them, made their clothing and lived the life of the women of her day. She died December 2, 1870, after the birth of her eleventh child. The child also lived only a very little while. She was 38 years old at the time of her death. Patriarchal Blessing of Malinda S. Thomas Nauvoo, Illinois, Feb. 18, 1845. A blessing by John Smith, patriarch, upon the head of Malinda S. Thomas, born February 9, 1832, Calaway County, Kentucky. (Died December 2, 1870) Sister Malinda, I lay my hands upon thy head for and in behalf of thy Father. I seal a blessing on thee. Even all the blessings of Abraham, Isaac, and Jacob with the priesthood which was sealed upon the daughters of Joseph for this thy right and inheritance. Inasmuch as thou will be sober minded and attend to thy prayers in the season thereof and obey the council of thy parents, thou shall have the ministering of angels to comfort thy heart and thou shall converse with them as with thy familiar friends and thou shall be preserved from the evils which are in the world and thy joys shall be multiplied upon thy head and the destroyer shall have no power over thee. Thou shall be filled with wisdom, intelligence shall flow from thy lips. It shall be said of thee, "many daughters have done virtuously but thou hast excelled them all." Thy name shall be held In honorable remembrance as a mother in Israel to all generations. Thou shall live to see all you desire to and enjoy every blessing which you desire and stand on the earth with the Savior and partake of the blessings which the Lord hath in store for the saints. I seal these blessings on thee in faithfulness and more shall be made known unto thee hereafter. Even so Amen. Lysander Gee, scribe. Written by Annie Loveridge Webb. CHAPTER XIV A HISTORY OF THE LIFE OF JOHN THOMAS LOVERIDGE Preface The writer of this brief history of John T. Loveridge is a niece of his. My father was two years older than John. During life, in response to my questions concerning each one, father had told me of his brothers and sisters. With the exception of Alexander and John, I had met and visited the others many times, as we lived quite close. Ever since my first meeting with Uncle John, which was in 1909, 1 have had a desire to visit him and his family at Moab and get better acquainted with my relatives there, many of whom I had never seen. In October of 1936, after a discussion of where to go to shoot deer, we decided on Moab as the men could hunt deer and I would have a chance to visit Uncle John and others of the family who live there. Arthur, his son, had given us an invitation prior to this date and assured us a deer if we came, which was a big inducement to the men. In the six days there while the men were up in the mountains, I spent the time with Uncle John and family and enjoyed it. In relating a few of his many experiences, I thought it would be good reading, that is, if I could put it down in an interesting way. I made the suggestion and he willingly consented and for the biggest part of two days, we talked over days gone by, me taking notes of his story. As writing is one of my many hobbies, I have had joy in doing this work and it was at my suggestion. No doubt he had many more experiences than the ones he told me, but these are some of the outstanding ones in his life as he told them to me. I hope those who chance to read it will enjoy it also. After Uncle John and I have left this sphere of action, they who read the following will read facts and experiences of the hardships that the youth had in Utah while struggling with their pioneer parents to subdue a wild country. A Brief History of the Life of John Thomas Loveridge, Moab, Utah. John Thomas Loveridge was the fifth child of Malinda Stillwell Thomas and Alexander Hamilton Loveridge of Lehi. He, with some of their other children, was born at Cedar City, Iron County, Utah, where his parents with others, moved at the request of President Brigham Young, leader of those God-loving, hard-working pioneers who came here that they might worship according to the dictates of their own conscience. John's older brother, Alexander, was the first white child born in Cedar City, Utah. His parents helped colonize and lay out this southern Utah town, living there several years where five of their children were born. In due time, John's father was released to move back to Lehi. They came back in 1863, with a family of seven children to their former home in Lehi, which consisted of two adobe rooms. After returning to Lehi, three other children were born to John's mother. The hardships and troubles she had passed through during these years of struggle had so weakened her constitution that she lived only a short time after the birth of her eleventh child, who only lived a few days. In a few weeks this loving mother followed her last born into Eternity thus leaving this little brood of nine (as Joe's twin died prior to this time) in the care of a patient, God-fearing father, the oldest child being sixteen and the youngest but two years of age. Good fortune smiled on John T. as his grandmother Thomas took pity on this grief-stricken family and took Johnnie (as he was called to her home to live. This lightened the load of John's father. John grew up under the fine discipline in the home of his grandparents. In his young tender years, so important in every child's life, John was taught by example as well as precept, honesty, truthfulness, reliability, thrift, charity, and all the good, noble virtues which his grandparents possessed. He was taught very early in life to work, as all children in those days had to do their part. As grandma and grandpa Thomas' three youngest boys could ride horses and rope cattle, which most boys learned early in those days, John often went with them and soon was able to ride well. These uncles were Joseph (called Joe), Daniel (after his father, went by Dan) and the youngest and single at this time, was John. John was named after this uncle. His first big job,, before twelve years of age, was helping an old man and boy herd the town herd of cattle, mostly cows. They had to drive the cattle afoot to the hills north of Lehi where they fed during the day, then bring them back at night for milking. This he helped to do for two and a half years, usually eating segos for lunch, digging them up with a short hardwood stick. He did this job so well that he gained the confidence and respect of the residents of Lehi. One day John heard that McMolan, a young cattleman of Lehi, needed a hand to help herd the cattle which at this time were on the range in Sanpete County, Utah. With the experience John had had, he felt very confident in seeking this job. He went to McMolan's place and told him that he had heard a cow hand was needed and thought there might be a chance for him to get the job. Mack looked at the lad and replied, "Yes, I need a herder but I'm afraid you are not old enough for this is a man's job." John assured him that he thought he could handle the job and asked Mc to give him a trial. John was only fourteen years of age, but Mc consented to let him try riding range for him in Sanpete County at $20.00 a month. Within a few days this fourteen year old lad went out with McMolan on horseback for their destination. There were no roadhouses, inns or hotels on their way and when dusk came, they would stop where there was water available and grazing for horses, unsaddle and hobble them, and after the horses had had a good roll, they would bell one of them so they could easily tell where to find them the next morning. Then they would start preparing their evening meal which usually consisted of hard bread, bacon or dried meat (jerky as it was called) with black unsweetened coffee, eat their fill, unroll their blankets and prepare for sleep which was always welcome after a long day's ride. The next morning at dawn they were up and while one rounded up the horses, the other prepared the same rations for breakfast as they had had for supper. After satisfying the inner man they rolled up blankets, saddled horses and prepared for another day's ride. They always planned reaching a certain place by nightfall. After leaving Lehi, they took the road west of Utah Lake, first stopping at Pelican Point. When they reached their place of destination, John took over his job of riding the range, looking after all the cattle, roping and branding the young stock and all that a cowpuncher's job entails. This continued for three years and for doing his job so satisfactorily, he received as a present a $20.00 gold piece. John didn't do as many did, using his money for drinking and gambling, but put every dollar in his buckskin wallet except what it took for the necessary clothing and chewing tobacco. His cash consisted of silver and gold as paper wasn't used for money at that early date. At the end of these three years of service for McMolan, John was hired by a Mr. Brown to herd his cattle in Juab County, receiving the same wages as before. When the year was up, he received his wages and decided to go back home and see his folks as he had been away for four years. After a short visit, his Uncle John hired him to help drive John Thomas' cattle down to eastern Sanpete County (now Emery County) and herd them for two years, receiving for his labors one-half of the increase. At the end of two years, he owned 65 head of cattle, 35 of which he had previously purchased, making a total of 100 head of his own. After the two years expired of working for his uncle John, he again hired out to McMolan, he having his cattle in this region. John was twenty years old lacking a month when Mc left in September for Price, Utah, with 40 head of cattle, where the buyer was to receive them and leaving John at Ferron Creek in charge of affairs. When Mc, with other men,, arrived at Price the buyer refused to take the cattle unless the cowmen would deliver them at Evanston, Wyoming, to be loaded on cars for eastern markets. After they received this news, there wasn't anything else to do but to make the drive as before mentioned, heading in a northwesterly direction for Evanston over hill and dale, rivers and mountains. As there was no way for Mc to send John word, the lad often wondered in the weeks that followed what had become of his employer. In the first few weeks of Mac's absence, John fell in with some peaceful Indian boys who fished, hunted and rode horseback together while herding cattle. In due time, the Indian boys left and John was alone up in the hills with no cabin or tent, just a piece of canvas used for a tarpin to sleep in, as it was now beginning to get cold. An early winter set in and John became ill with his first severe illness in life, as far as he could remember. His back was afflicted and the pain was so severe that he thought he would die. The snow piled deep around his tarpin in which he lay trying to keep warm and wondering what had become of Mac. During his illness the cattle and horses had strayed up the mountainsides into deeper snow. One day, as night was approaching, three strangers stopped at his humble camp, weary in body and mind, and almost starved. They said they were out hunting food for winter as they were homesteading farms at Ferron Creek, but they hadn't even seen a deer. John gave them a hearty welcome for he had been very lonesome besides being ill. They slept there that night, partaking of John's wonderful hospitality. Before leaving the next morning, John told them where to go and they would find three quarters of a beef in a snowbank and for them to take it all but one quarter as that was all he would need until he could round up the cattle and kill again. With tears in their eyes and gratitude in their hearts, they thanked him and departed. It proved years after that John had saved them from a possibility of starvation. As soon as John's condition permitted, he found his riding horse and started rounding up cattle on the snow-covered mountains to get them off before winter came on in its fury. There were 300 head of horses and 500 head of cattle. After a few days alone at this job, he received the joy of his life. As John was preparing his evening meal of beefsteak and coffee, McMolan, his boss, rode into camp. This was the first of December . It was a glad meeting for both of them. Each related their recent experiences of the two months past but which seemed like years to John. In due time, the stock was all rounded up and driven to Ferron Creek to winter. There a dugout in the hillside was built to shelter John from the winter blasts. The front was built of logs fitted in place and chinked with mud. The logs had been dragged there by the horses, each log being tied with a rope to the horn of the saddle. There were no windows and what was left of the tarpin was hung up to the opening to keep out the snow and wind. I wonder if it did. John spent another winter alone as Mac decided to go to Manti for the winter and while away, courted a young lady whom he married and later brought to Ferron Creek to live. The following June 1879, MacMolan and Brown hired John to help them drive 300 head of cattle to Euray, Colorado, for market. They were to receive $25.00 a head. It was a long journey. At times water was scarce and the animals got very thirsty. Before reaching their destination, they met with disaster, which meant loss of dollars. Many of the cattle died and the remainder became very ill as a result of drinking too much water from Saleratus Creek after a thirst of several days. This creek empties into the Green River . They lost about 100 head and as the cattle were unfit for market, they decided to drive them to the LaSal Mountain., to fatten through the summer. On this trip to Euray, a very sad accident occurred. All the river they reached had to be forded by swimming the cattle across. This was a job only experienced cowhands understood. When they reached the Green River, it was booming as usual at this time of year. In camping at Green River where the town now is, they sought help from the men there in driving the cattle across the river. In order to make the task easier, they had kept water from the cattle for some time. At certain distances apart, the men on horseback lined up on the downward side of the stream alongside of the cattle, with those in the rear starting the cattle forward. Riding ahead of John was a youth named Jude Pullam from American Fork. The cattle were driven into the stream very easily as they were so thirsty. Upon reaching the current, horses swimming with their riders, John noticed Jude pull on his horse's reins, a very wrong thing to do in this case as the water was very deep. At this the horse and rider went over backwards out of sight. John gave the alarm at the same time guiding his pony downstream and to the bank which they had just left. He rode down the river bank as fast as he could for about a mile but found no trace of Pullam. MacMolan could see the cattle going across fine so he followed John's example. When asked by the others if he had seen anything of the boy, he replied that he had seen a hat floating on the water a few minutes before. Pullam's horse came out on the opposite side of the river some distance below. He got stuck in the sand bar and as soon as possible the cowmen rescued it. After giving up the search for the young lad (his body was never found), they decided he had been drowned by the swift undercurrent of the stream. They were grief-stricken, but the sad news had to be sent to his people. They started in June on this trip with the cattle and arrived at Euray, Colorado, in September. After selling the cattle at $25.00 per head, they started back to what they called home at Ferron Creek, Utah, riding horseback until nightfall, sleeping on the ground wherever night overtook them, eating the same fare three times a day. As they arrived at Green River, John decided to pay a visit to a young lady he had admired for some time, whom he had met in Sanpete previously where her folks were camped enroute to Moab to make their future home. This girl's name was Annie Barrs (Larson), her step-father's name. Through John's extended stay, his uncle John Thomas had driven all their cattle over on the west side of the Sanpete mountains to winter. With no job in sight and a long way from home, Cupid put in his work and John needed a housekeeper so I imagine he "popped the question" to Annie. So Annie decided to accompany John back to Ferron Creek, she staying with a friend, thus enabling them to meet more often than in the past. They were married in October 1879 at Ferron Creek by McMolan, who had moved his wife to Ferron Creek and had been chosen bishop there. After the ceremony, John asked Mac what the fee would be and he replied, "Well, I paid $10.99 for my wife, but I'll only charge you $2.50 as that is all yours is worth," and laughed. He said that would pay for the recording of it. In preparation of marriage, John erected a house which consisted of a one room log cabin, such as most people had in those days. Prior to John's marriage and since he had started out in life for himself, he had saved $700 of his wages. This was in gold coin which was used in those days for green-backs weren't known. The little home was furnished very modestly compared with nowadays. A four-legged stove was set up in one corner (type more like the toy stoves of today), a bench of native timber was made in another corner, also a table of the same material, John acting as carpenter. I suppose a cupboard wasn't necessary as their dishes and cooking utensils were so limited. With the necessary bedding, they were cozy and happy and contentment was theirs. The following month, Simpers and Netherlys, cattlemen of that district, hired John to help them drive 350 head of cattle from the south end of Castle Valley to Paradox Valley, Colorado, 175 miles east of Ferron. On bidding his girl-wife goodbye for the trip, he gave into her care the wallet containing $700 to keep until his return. With so much money in her possession, she became frightened for fear someone would suspicion it was there and find it. Being too timid to stay alone, she got a job with one of the families for her board and clothes. She returned each weekend to her humble cabin to see if the gold was safe and each time she hid it in another place. This was continued until John return. The job of driving the cattle proved to be a very hard one on account of lack of help. Besides the three men, Netherly's twenty year old son whose mother was an Indian squaw, was with them. He could speak both languages. He drove the mess wagon which was drawn by a team of oxen The progress was very slow for the rules for driving cattle through mountains were three men to the first 100 head and one man for each additional hundred. With this difficulty, they had many trials. Their food consisted of dry bread, meat and black coffee with plenty of jerky (dried smoked beef) put into sacks for convenience. So when they were riding and became hungry and couldn't stop, they would cut off a piece of jerky, we now call it chipped beef after it is machine-sliced very thin. They had to chew it as it was until hunger was satisfied. After they reached their destination, John headed homeward to the wife who was anxiously awaiting him. She shed tears of joy mingled with fear for she had hidden that wallet so many times she had almost forgotten its last hiding place, but searched until it was found. In March of 1880, John made a trip to Gunnison, Utah, to look after his cattle that his Uncle John Thomas had driven over with his own prior to John's return from Euray, Colorado. He found the people here so sociable and the place so much more populated than Ferron that he fancied he would rather make his home here. In the meantime, he met a man by the name of Bangs, who was a rich cattleman from Montana. This man had large herds of cattle in the Sanpete mountains. Because of an incident that often occurred in those days and still continues in our time, Bangs decided to leave Gunnison in a hurry. So he offered his place consisting of nineteen and a half acres of land and a good mud house of two rooms for sale cheap. This property was located where the Gunnison Sugar Factory now stands. John, thinking it a bargain for $700 cash, gave Bangs the contents of that leather wallet which represented his earnings since the time he was fourteen years old, had the papers made out, rounded up his cattle and left for Ferron Creek very anxious to relate to his wife his splendid luck, but which later proved to be a poor investment. It took him three and a half days to get home. He hired a man with a team and wagon at Ferron to move his few belongings. He left the bunk in the cabin (Previous sentence incomplete in history being copied.) So they didn't have much to move. Upon arriving there, they were soon ready to keep house again in a new place. Soon Annie asked John to get her a bucket of water that she might prepare a meal. John took the bucket and started for the creek with his heart filled with happiness at his good fortune. Upon reaching the creek, he found the water to be the color of dirty milk. He thought surely there must be a well. They couldn't drink such stuff as this. But not finding one, he inquired of a neighbor about the drinking water and was told that that was all there was to drink and he would have to take it or leave it. He had already sampled it . Right then he knew that he had made a sad mistake, money gone and such a home, with no good drinking water such as he had been used to. We can imagine his feelings when he had to explain to his wife. It is said that experience is the best teacher. Annie stayed with a Mr. Whitlock while John sought another home with good drinking water. This he found in Mayfield. It was a small three-roomed lumber house (we would call it a shack) for $600. John was broke for the first time since he arrived down in that country and it would take him a long time to earn enough to pay for the home. But with determination and courage this couple attacked the problem before them. John borrowed enough money from Mr. Whitlock to make a small down payment and hired a man to move their few belongings to Mayfield. He now owned 100 head of cattle as he had driven some of his own to market on that fatal drive to Euray, Colorado, the previous year. He was soon employed by a man named P. T. Stevens, a rich cattleman whom John had met on his previous trip to Paradox valley. They entered into an agreement that Stevens was to pay John a certain price for all the cattle John could buy. John making a good profit on each head purchased. Stevens entrusted John with his checkbook, he having signed the blank checks in advance, thus making it possible for John to take advantage of any good deals he found. On November 15, 1881, this young couple welcomed their first child to the home, a girl christened Malinda Jane, the first name in honor of John's mother. About two years later, July 11, 1883, a baby boy was born and named John Thomas Loveridge. But May 15, 1884, sorrow entered this humble home, as death took little Johnny away. In the meantime, John had paid for this Mayfield home and repaid the loan to Whitlock. He had sold the Gunnison place on the installment plan. After waiting a year or so for a payment the buyer told John he would let him have a team, harness, and wagon on the deal. John took the outfit but the buyer beat him out of the rest by not paying the taxes for so long and then buying the place back for the delinquent taxes. Annie's parents had moved to Moab, and John had seen the place several times and now realized the possibilities there. They decided to make one more move. John sold his cattle with the exception of 17 head and bought sheep. He also had 40 head of horses. He sold the Mayfield home for what he paid for it. Having broken a span of horses, he traded them and $100 for a span of Porter Rockwell mules. A ton of flour in fifty pound bags was loaded on one wagon, and two others were loaded with furniture and other belongings. A team of buggy horses was hitched to a buggy for Annie to drive and they started for their eastward journey where they had planned to settle. They left the sheep at Mayfield in care of Chris Mathison until some time later. This move was made in the fall of 1884. After arriving at Moab, they rented a two room log cabin until they could move into the cabin on the farm they had purchased which consisted of fifty acres. On February 24, 1885, another child was born and named George Ray. In March or April of this year, the family moved into one of the two log cabins on their Moab farm. On January 28, 1887, another son was added to the family and was named Charles Arthur. In the autumn of the same year, John decided to make a trip to Mayfield, as he had a chance to trade the 700 head of sheep for 75 head of cattle in Moab at the time. So with his wife and small family of three children, he started on the trip to Mayfield in a wagon with no springs. They visited friends and transacted business on the trip. They loaded the wagon with fifty pound sacks of flour and started back home. When they reached Green River, they stopped to shop there. John bought his wife a rocking chair, the first she had ever owned. How happy she was. It was to serve two purposes, cradle and rocking chair. John tied it securely on top of the load and they continued their long journey homeward. They didn't have roads such as we have today. Many places were rough and steep. When they reached the bottom of Cottonwood Wash, a stream emptying into the Green River, John helped his family down from the load as he had a rough, steep hill to climb. The family walked up in due time. When the team and wagon was almost to the top, the load tipped over bottom side up. You can imagine their feelings and Annie's disappointment for they cooked their supper on what was left of the newly purchased rocking chair. They were forced to camp in that out-of-the-way place with those three little children for the night. Upon reloading the wagon; John found only a few sacks of flour torn. They reached home without any further trouble. Being a progressive, considerate husband, that fall he started to build his two-story adobe home which at this writing still stands, being the first and largest home at that time to be built in Moab. With team and wagon, the rough material and shingles were hauled from Castle Dale where the closest saw mill was located at that time. The distance was shortened from Green River by a short-cut road through the hills and washes. John hired 0. W. Warner, one of Moab's oldest residents, to haul the finishing lumber. Warner peddled the fruit raised in Moab at Durango, Colorado, and brought back lumber. Not having a flour mill at Moab at this time, the Moab people had to go to Castle Dale for their flour. On one of the trips John and a neighbor made, John had planned to load back with flour and shingles, as he always planned loading both ways if possible. The extra flour his family didn't need, he sold to the other residents . After arriving, they were delayed about two weeks. Wheat was so cheap it was fed to horses and mules in place of oats. Finally they loaded up and started for home. When night came they camped by a wash, unhooked their teams, hobbled one animal of each team, and turned them loose to feed and then retired after the evening meal. When morning came, John set out to hunt the horses and mules while his neighbor got breakfast. Some time later John found his mules a long way from camp up a narrow wash. He removed the hobbles from the one, placing them around its neck as a halter, got onto its back and headed down the wash toward camp. Riding along, he flanked the mule to hurry him and the mule quickly responded, throwing John forward, head over heels. As John hit the ground, it dazed him a little but he realized enough to know the mule kicked at him as it passed by . After a few moments, he stood up and with hobbles in hand, decided to cut away around in head of the mules, thus stopping them in their course. He succeeded in gaining the distance and armed himself with large stones. On came the mules, heads down. With a determined attitude, John stood ready, cobbles in hand. When the mules came close enough, John started throwing the cobbles at their heads. In the meantime, the team of horses had strayed toward camp and a friend traveling through, saw them and tied them up as he knew to whom they belonged. John found the horses tied up and brought them to camp where his pal was still keeping watch of the loads and wondering when John would return for breakfast. After he had eaten, he started for Green River to overtake his mules for they had headed for home. In due time, he found them but on this trip, he took more than hobbles with him for he was very angry. He bridled one and drove the other back many miles to camp, a day's travel delayed and another experience added to his life's story, arriving home to a worried wife who had imagined many horrible things befalling her husband. But this pioneer wife had many such experiences along with the other brave women of that frontier day. By December of the next year the home was completed. As was customary in that day, a house-warming was given, which included dancing, eating and merry-making. As John had never learned to dance, he preferred to remain in the little cabin with the children while Annie joined the neighbors in the celebration at the new home. All went fine for a while and John was dozing off to sleep when two shots rang out on the still night air. At this, John jumped up and hurried to the scene. The shots were the result of a dispute between the floor manager and John Trout whose spirits ran high with aged whiskey, which most of the men had on hand in that time. With this, the party soon broke up for the women had been badly frightened. On June 11, 1889, another son was born. He was named Mathison Earl for one of John's dear friends. By this time, John had accumulated many cattle and horses and was considered a successful man. Two years later on June 29, 1891 their second girl was welcomed and given her mother's name with Mildred added. on July 6, 1894, another son blessed this union. He was named Donald Eugene. Then again on October 7, 1896, the stork paid another visit to this home. The sweet, patient mother never ceased her duty in caring for her treasures, which left its trace on the one-time girlish face. This child was named William Bryan in honor of William Jennings Bryan who was twice defeated as President of the United States, John having voted his first Democratic ticket for the man he thought would make a fine president for the working class. About nine years later on January 27, 1905, their last child was born, a baby girl. She was named Hazel Louise. By this time, the health of the mother had started to wane. During these later years John, with other cattlemen of the district, had made many trips east with cattle for market. With a family of growing boys, he decided to buy more land. He bought 160 acres called Poverty Flat, with 40 acres of tillable soil and the balance range. Later on, he sold this property for $1000. Two years later, he paid John E. Brown $5000 for a half interest in Sin Bad and Kirk's Basin Ranch and range, with the understanding that if either of them became dissatisfied, the other could either buy out or sell his own share. John drove 1000 head of cattle over there, moving his family over later on. They lived there one year. At the end of two years, Brown approached John on the subject of either selling out or buying. This rather surprised John as they had gotten along fine as pardners. John said that he would like time to talk it over with his wife as he always consulted her on every deal he made. This was agreed upon. After they had talked the matter over, John decided to buy Brown out for $27,000. When he gave Brown his offer, Brown told him that he figured on giving John $30,000 for his share. At this, John replied, "It is yours." Brown paid John $15,000 down with an agreement to pay the balance the next year, which he did. John then moved his family back to Moab. Though these years together had brought John wealth, the great responsibility on his wife of rearing and caring for their eight children (as the father was away most of the time) had left its mark on Annie. She was in such a poor physical condition by now that John decided something must be done to relieve her of the pain and illness which had taken hold of her, if she was to travel beside him longer in life. They decided to take a trip to Salt Lake City to consult a doctor. This they did, leaving the place in charge of the boys who had grown up and understood the work. Figuring they might be there for some time, John purchased a home near Ninth East and Ninth South streets paying $3000 cash for it. Up until now, he had held many public offices in Moab such as county commissioner and school trustee for eight years. But upon moving to Salt Lake, he resigned them all. As his wife didn't get results from doctors, they lived there only a short time, selling the Salt Lake home for the same amount he had paid for it and they went back to Moab. Soon after, he decided to take his wife to California in quest of health. They left for Orrs Hot Springs in Ukiah, California, taking Hazel, their youngest child, with them. They rented an apartment and remained there a year, Annie taking the hot baths which had been recommended for her recovery, but with no results. They then left for San Francisco and remained there for a while with Annie under the care of another doctor. Later they went to Oxnard Beach Sanitarium, living at a hotel there. Living expenses were very high. Still there was no improvement in her condition. In a short time, they returned to San Francisco to see another doctor and remained there a short time. By this time they were both very discouraged concerning Annie's state of health. She was suffering from a heart ailment and rheumatism in her lower limbs. At this time, they decided to return home, going by way of Salt Lake as their oldest daughter was living there. She had married. While there, they decided that Annie should remain with her daughter and take a course of chiropractic treatments. John returned to Moab leaving Hazel with her mother. After six months, Annie and the child returned to Moab. In the autumn of this same year, Annie's condition grew worse and she was confined to her chair most of the time. One can imagine the discouragement of this dear mother, after so many years of a busy life and now to be almost helpless. But this loving husband thought that as long as there was life, there was hope, and the dollars she had toiled so hard to help earn would not be spared for her recovery. Next they heard of a sanitarium in Nevada. She went there alone the following spring as she wasn't able to have the care of Hazel. John remained at home to help the boys with the farm and cattle. She spent three months at the home springs at Caliente, Nevada, with no improvement. She returned home. Her health remained about the same through the summer but as winter approach her condition grew worse and on January 10, 1914, she passed from her mortal suffering into death's peaceful sleep, leaving a devoted, loving husband and eight children all of whom are living and married at this writing. She was laid to rest in the Moab cemetery, situated east of Moab on a slope overlooking the peaceful, productive valley, and one of the finest monuments has been erected to her memory by her bereaved husband. With no mother, life went on in this home much the same as in other homes in similar condition. Two years later, Hazel's. health was undermined by heart trouble. The doctor advised John to take her to California for a while . This he did, leaving for California in the spring. He rented an apartment, living there for six months. They returned home with her health regained. As many things happened in the course of these years we have reviewed, space won't permit us to mention all of them. Annie married Len Pace, a fine young man from Moab, but he met with an early death leaving her with three small children. She later married Walter Gibson. But previous to this marriage, she met with a sad automobile accident. Her baby, three or four years of age, was killed and she was in a critical condition for weeks. As each son decided to make a home for himself, this unselfish father gave each one $1000 either in cash or in property. At this writing, Arthur and Bryan live in their homes on part of the old homestead. Arthur married Nora Percilla Darrow. Their children are Margaret Elizabeth, Collin and Venice. Bryan married Emma Sperry and their children are Helen, Ranay, John Thomas, Joan, Gayle and Billie. At the age of 21 years, Hazel married Ira J. Karr, a Moab boy. Both attended the University of Utah together. The following is just a few of the many charitable deeds he did throughout his lifetime. After the Manti Temple was started, he being in that district, some of his friends approached him and asked if he would like to donate something towards its erection. In his rough, outspoken way, he replied in the negative. But when he learned that his fellow associates were donating, he responded and gave the committee a large fat steer. Just before, or shortly after this time, he was out riding the range and rode into a young boy's camp later in the fall of the year. In the course of conversation, he learned that lad was facing the cold winter with nothing but potatoes to eat. John then rode away into the hills. returning soon after with a large fat steer. As the steer neared the camp, John took aim and fired. The steer dropped and John then asked the lad, to help him dress it, and he could have it for food. We can imagine the lad's happiness through such a good act. The steer was hung up and dressed for cooling. John bid his friend goodbye not thinking of the incident again. But about a year or so previous to this writing as John was sitting in the shade at his home, three aged, strange men entered the gate and approached John. One of the men asked if that was the Loveridge home and stated that he was looking for John Loveridge. John extended his hand and replied, "I am the man you are looking for." The white-haired gentleman said, "I am Hyrum Larson from Sanpete County. Don't you remember me?" John scanned his face and replied, "I can't seem to remember you." John had them sit down while Hyrum Larson related to them the story you have just read and said, "I am the lad you rescued from possible starvation through your unselfish desire to help a brother." It was a joyful meeting for all. - - - - - - - - - During his early married life, through the services of a Mormon missionary who was a friend of John's, John made it possible for two Danish youths to come to Utah by sending the necessary money. Upon arriving here, John gave each one employment so that they might be able to pay for their transportation . They both paid back every cent. - - - - - - - - - In the rough life of herding cattle, John met with a few accidents. The first one happened just about the time of his marriage. He was chasing horses on horseback on the west desert, as it was called at that time, where the Lemmington settlement now stands . His horse stumbled and fell on him breaking his foot. John was rendered unconscious. When he regained consciousness, his horse was gone and he wondered what he would do. But shortly after, MacMolan approached, riding his pony and leading John's. It had returned to camp after the accident. When it came in riderless, Mac knew something had happened. John had tried to walk, but found it impossible. He took off his boot, set his foot and pulled the boot on again before Mac reached him. Mac helped him onto the horse and they rode back to camp. No doubt he suffered lots of pain, but with no anesthetic, he had to endure it. He was soon able to walk again, but the break left a lump on the top of his foot which I noticed while helping him put his socks on while I was visiting him. He met with another slight accident after he was father of three children. He was riding horseback chasing a critter in the hills and it had just rained. As the horse struck some loose gravel in a slide, John was thrown off head first. The horse took the critter into camp. When John's pal saw the horse with no rider he knew something had happened, so he mounted his horse, leading John's and set out to find him. Upon reaching him, the man figured John had been unconscious about two hours. He was bruised but able to ride back to camp. He retired early and didn't figure anything was wrong, after such a fall until the next morning when he decided he wanted a chew of tobacco. Upon putting his teeth into the plug, he found that he had lost the strength to bite. That was the first he knew his jaw was broken. He was very fortunate throughout his early life in the mountains as he never encountered any Indians or had any trouble with them. But when returning from his first trip to Euray, Colorado, upon reaching a stopping place for the night, it was reported the Indians had killed two young white men. Soon after, some of the cowpunchers sighted an Indian and gave chase with intentions of taking a shot at him, but the Indian out-distanced them and they returned to camp. The following are a few of the public offices John has held in Moab. A Trustee of the district school in Moab. Watermaster for ten years of the Moab Irrigation Company. Now Superintendent of the Moab Pipe Line Company which furnishes part of the homes of Moab with culinary water. Has held this position for 18 years. Invested $2000 in this project which has paid 18% dividends to its shareholders but now pays only about 15% due to competition. Was director of the Moab bank. Had $2000 invested in it and when the "depression" came and it was closed, he had to match dollar for dollar. That is, he had to pay $2000 in cash to help pay the depositors, thus losing $4000 in a very short time. Invested $600 in the Moab Co-op as one of its directors. Dividends are very small. Invested $500 in the picture show building which has been a good paying business with about 12 1/2% dividends until recently, as they had to enlarge its seating capacity and modernize it. About eight years ago, in 1928, John loaned the Pace Brothers $10,000 on a note as he felt that would secure him. But when the "depression" came it changed conditions. Other creditors closed in on Pace Brothers when they were unable to meet payments. Soon John figured he should secure himself better. With nothing left to attach, he was left "holding the sack" so to speak. Had a trial and lost the suit, took judgment, and appealed to the Supreme Court. Now the suit is pending, but John's lawyer gives him a little hope. Thinks he will be able to get half the amount. The following is John's story of why his hair turned white so early in life. At the time in John's youth when he helped his Uncle Newell Brown of Lehi drive his cattle on the range at Ferron, one morning soon after their arrival,, John was scanning the hills and beheld an object which moved. Through his curiosity and bravery, he took his gun (an old muzzle loader) and told his uncle he was going up there and see what it was. He reached the top. After picking his way 'through shrubs and trees he beheld "Mr. Bruin" at the top of a sort of gully or ravine. John got quite close and took aim. With the steady nerve he had always possessed he pulled the trigger. At that he saw the bear go tumbling down the ravine John followed after expecting every moment to come upon the lifeless form of his victim. He kept on going down until he reached camp and inquired of his uncle if he had seen the bear. His uncle answered in the affirmative that he last saw the bear going up the right hand side of the hill in a limping condition picking his way slowly along. At this they both decided to give chase or head it off for if it was wounded, it might put up a fight . They tracked it up the hill to the top. Then suddenly the tracks disappeared. As John was looking around to see which way the bear had gone, he heard a loud grunt. Turning suddenly, his gaze met that of the bear raised with paws up and showing teeth as a warning. It was so close John could feel its breath. Stationary with fright and surprise John took aim in a second and pulled the trigger as the bear changed, the barrel of the gun close to its head. With the noise, John sank to the ground prostrate with fear as the bear rolled near him dead. John's pent emotions burst forth and he sobbed like a baby, the first time he had wept since a child. Later the animal was brought to camp. The skin was tanned and served as a useful robe. But through the fright, John's dark brown hair lost its color and gradually turned white long before it would have done from age. This is Uncle John's true Bear Story which he told me on my visit in October 1936. But his uncle Newell Brown returned to Lehi and told it to many people as happening to himself, never mentioning John in the picture. Years later, as John was visiting his relatives, his brother-in-law, Elliott Newell, who loved to tell stories of all sorts, related it to John. John listened with interest and with no contradiction. Soon after, John met his uncle in a large crowd and then he mentioned to him the story. John's uncle surely felt "cheap" and had to acknowledge to the crowd that John killed the bear and the terrible past experience belonged to the killer. Written by Mrs. Nettalia M. Snyder pp. 133-145 CHAPTER X HISTORY OF DON CARLOS LOVERIDGE When a very young child, Malinda Stillwell Thomas, with her family, heard the gospel preached by Elder Wilford Woodruff. They knew the Prophet Joseph Smith, and because they believed in his teachings, they were driven by the mobs and persecuted. In 1837 they moved from Kentucky to Missouri. On February 14, 1839, they started to move across the prairie. The snow was six inches deep. In the spring of 1840 they moved to Nauvoo, and lived here six years. Here they helped the saints build the Temple to their God. They crossed the plains and in Grandmother Malinda Stillwell Thomas's history, she wrote, "We reached the valley, October 14, 1849." Grandfather Alexander Hamilton Loveridge crossed the plains with ox team. His mother and two sisters came with him to Salt Lake City. He was called by the L.D.S. Church to go to Cedar City, Utah, to help teach irrigation and protect the saints from the Indians. His wife went with him. On the way he drove oxen and cows together, milking the cows on the way. He had 4 oxen and 2 cows. After being in Cedar City for some time, he returned with his wife and family to Lehi in 1851. This was about the time Johnson's Army came. Their first home was inside the old Fort wall. He was a farmer and also a cooper, making barrels and also brooms from the broom corn they raised. They had 11 children, eight boys and three girls. He worked on the building of the Temple and hauled tithing hay to the old tithing lot in Salt Lake City with ox team in the early days. Grandmother Malinda Stillwell Thomas Loveridge died December 2, 1870, at Lehi, Utah. Grandfather Alexander Hamilton Loveridge died March 3, 1905, at Lehi, Utah. My father, Don Carlos Loveridge, spent his childhood days as the boys at that time did, in herding cows near the shores of Utah Lake and in fishing for minnows in Jordan River and cooking them on a stick over a bonfire for their dinner. These little fish, with a sandwich of bread and molasses or bread and fat bacon, tasted very good to these little boys. He went with his father at a very early age to Salt Lake City, Utah. They hauled tithing hay to the old tithing office. He drove a wagon with two horses. His father drove a wagon with a span of oxen, driving with a harness instead of a yoke. The road was very rough and muddy during the early fall. It took a full day to drive to Salt Lake City. His father would heat a large rock for him, wrap it in cloth and put it between his feet under a quilt to keep him warm on these trips. He and his father each cultivated corn with oxen in harness, the only ones in Lehi to do this. The oxen had nose sacks made of gunnysack over their noses, so they could not eat the corn. He went to school to a Mr. David Thurman for part of two winter terms. At the age of twelve years he left home and went to herd sheep on the north hills above Lehi, Utah. He came without shoes to the camp of a Lehi man that herded sheep. This herder made him shoes of gunnysack to cover his feet. He herded the sheep and learned to cook for the men, doing all kinds of odd jobs around camp. He received $7.00 a month and board. His first suit was made by the wife of the man he herded sheep for. It was made from cloth from the Provo Woolen Mills. He was a small boy. The suit was large. The young people at this time made their own amusements. They would dance in the different homes. The boys each paid 10› a ticket for the evening. This paid for the accordion player. The young girls would bring the lunch and they danced till morning. Sugar cane was raised on the farms and from this, molasses was made. At an early age he met Frances Dawson. Their homes were about two blocks from each other. They courted and loved as all young couples did, and having no home life of his own, these two young people married and for a few years their lives were very happy. A baby girl Frances Malinda was born. His wife lived a few years and passed away. The baby girl did not live long after. Father was alone again. My mother, Anna Laura Goodwin, lived with her grandfather Samuel Harwood across the street from where my father and his first wife, Frances Dawson, lived. These girls were very dear friends. So as time went by, my father and my mother, Anna Laura Goodwin, began keeping company with each other. Her grandfather would not let her go away with her friends. So the courtship of Mother and Father was done sitting on the grandfather's doorstep. They were married March 20, 1889, at Provo, Utah, and came back to live with Grandfather Samuel Harwood in his home. They lived in his home with him until his death March 27, 1892, at Lehi, Utah. Their three children, Annie (Mrs. Ernest R. Webb), Albertia (Mrs. Arnold Simpson), and Iris (Mrs. Leon Peet), were born here in the same home. For a few years their home life was one of joy and happiness. But on November 4, 1895, this wife and mother of his three little girls passed away. His life was one of work, worry and hardship. He had to leave his children during the daytime and with hired help while he went to his work. Sometimes the hired help was not so good. About this time he met a young widow in Pleasant.Grove, Utah. She had a mother and two young daughters. Her name was Anna Gronberg. She came to Lehi to take care of his children and his home. She was very kind to the children, and from then on he had nothing to worry about while he was away at his work. They were married and their home life was very happy. She was like a mother to his three little girls, the only mother they ever knew. In a while her mother and two daughters, Sigrid (Mrs. Alex P. Olsen) and Edith, came to live at their home. This was a very happy family for years. Father worked very hard. He went to Idaho to homestead land; worked on a dump at the coal mines in Scofield, Utah; worked on the section for the railroad for five years for $1.25 a day for a 10-hour day; worked on the building of the Lehi Tabernacle, doing scaffolding and cement work; worked on the building of the sugar factories in Sugar City, Idaho, and Lincoln, Idaho; worked on the building of the American Fork High School and the Lehi High School; herded sheep and hauled supplies during the wintertime to the sheep men out on the desert; tended bar at night; did his farm work in the daytime. A job was not too hard if he could earn a living for his family. On March 24, 1908, his wife Anna Gronberg passed away. This seemed as if all the happiness in his life had gone with her. For a few years her mother kept up his home. But she passed away and for a while he kept up his home himself. He then married Zina Bybie. She passed away. He then met and married Ida Charles, a widow living with her sister in Lehi, Utah. These two were very happy in their home life together. His children were all married. They enjoyed visiting with them and having them at their homes. They were a devoted couple, enjoying life together. But their happiness only lasted a few years and on January 30, 1929, she passed away at Lehi, Utah. He was left a widower again, having buried his five wives. To any other man life would have been hopeless and the future nothing to look forward to. He kept his sorrows and heartaches to himself, trying to do good to others. The night was never too dark or cold to go help a sick friend in need. He would sit with the sick, keep watch with the families of the dead. He helped to dig the graves of most of the people that passed away, when this work was done by friends. No one but himself ever knew of his deeds of kindness to those less fortunate than himself. He was always a friend in every deed. He was always known to his friends as "Don." With all his sorrows and hardships he has tried to enjoy the life God gave to him. On September 5, 1939, he married Mamie Larson Parker, and they have enjoyed each other's company and their home life together very much. A few years ago he had cataract on his eyes. Operations were performed, but they were not successful and his sight failed. He always has said, "God has always taken care of me; He always will." He always gives God the praise for his health and life. I sometimes wonder if Job of the Bible had any more to put up with, except that skinworms devoured his flesh. I will write a story of my Father's childhood as he has related it to me at different times. His mother passed away when he was a very small child and he with the other children were left to the care of their sisters. Father was a poor neglected little boy. He often went to the home of his mother's sister, Matilda Evans. They lived near the Jordan River on a dairy farm. She would wash him, comb the lice from his head and give him something to eat. She was very good to him and as he grew older he always came to her home when he was hungry. He with his boy friends would go fishing near the head of Jordan River; on his way down he would go into his Aunt Matilda Evans's for bread and butter and a drink of milk. The milk was kept in cold water all the time and my father, a young boy, enjoyed this milk. On his way home he would go in for more food. On one of these trips he and his boy friend, after fishing, decided to hunt duck eggs and had to wade in the water. They took off their pants and shirts and tied their shirts around their waists fixing the shirt so it made a bag or pocket to put the eggs in. So with some eggs in this bag they waded along and on the shore they found what they thought to be some baby kittens, so into the bags with the eggs each put a kitten; but very soon they were glad to get rid of the kittens; they were baby skunks. They washed and washed their shirts but still the odor stayed with them. When they hunted birds' eggs they would climb the trees and put the eggs in their mouths so as not to break them as they slid down the trees. Boys didn't worry about many clothes. In his day; all they had was a shirt, a pair of pants, a bag of asafetida tied on their necks (to keep diseases away) and a little hat made of blue denim. It had a brim and a crown made of pieces wider at the bottom and pointed at the top. The pieces were sewed together to make the crown of the hat. It was called Order of Enoch When Father went swimming in the mill pond or the lake or river; he would take off his clothes, put them in a pile, then his little hat and last of all his little bag of asafetida. When he dressed, the little bag went on first always. The boys of Lehi and American Fork would swim together and they fought even then. Even in those days the two small towns just couldn't agree, and it still goes on to this day. Father herded cows on what was called the little pasture; it was near the Utah Lake shore. The artist, James Harwood, painted a picture in 1881 of a little boy herding cows on the lake shore. It was Father. This picture is now in the city office in the Memorial Building. On his days of fishing he would take a sandwich of bread and molasses, or bread and fat bacon. They would catch little minnow-like fish, called Sun Fish; they would clean them, make a fire and put the fish on a stick to cook and they really had a dinner. He then herded cows on the low hills north of Lehi. Father's mother's brother John Thomas had horse races. Father was about 10 years old at this time. Uncle John Thomas wanted Father to ride one of his horses, so he tied him on the horse with what was called a surcingle, a wide strap, so he wouldn't fall off the horse. The horse ran against a fence; he did fall off and his arm was broken. Uncle John Thomas gave Father a little pony. Very few boys had a pony of their own at this time. Bishop Andrew Fjeld told me that in all of Lehi only three boys had a pony. Father rode his pony all the time he was the envy of all the boys and very few were honored enough to get to ride this prized animal. One day the people were going to the mill pond for a baptismal service. Pa and his friend, Hon Titcomb, were on the pony going with the others. A Carson girl ran from one wagon to another and Pa's pony knocked her down. In these days everything was settled by the church, so for this accident there was to be a trial for Pa and his friend, Hon Titcomb, but Pete Schow and James Harwood were having some kind of trouble so my father's trial wasn't held; but he had to go to the father of the girl and ask his forgiveness. Things were settled this way. Father's grandmother, Phylinda Marsh Loveridge, married a man named Terry and lived near Salt Lake. It was called Little Cottonwood, because of the many cottonwood trees that grew there. Pa's father drove his oxen in harness on a wagon on these trips to visit the grandmother. He can remember his grandmother's stove. All the heat they had was from this little wood stove. The green cottonwood was cut in lengths, put in the oven to dry. As they dried they were put in the stove to burn and more green sticks put in the oven to dry. Green wood will not burn. Grandfather Alexander Loveridge married a young widow, Mary Reynolds; she had three children, Carolina, Rame and Tom. Pa and Tom were about the same age. One day a man came taking pictures. Grandfather wanted Uncle Joseph Loveridge, Tom Reynolds and Pa to have their pictures taken. They had no good clothes, so Grandfather wanted Pa to put on a borrowed suit. He didn't want to, so Grandfather gave him a whipping; the suit was put on and the three had their pictures taken together. Carolina Reynolds was older than some of the children: she had to take care of their needs at night. (They slept upstairs.) One day she forgot to empty the vessels, so when night came her mother had her go empty them. She stood looking at a big moon, a vessel in each hand, and she began singing, "Roll on Silvery Moon." She was swinging her arms forgetting herself and everything. The vessels smashed together and she was punished. Children's lives were not so happy sometimes even in these early days. Mary Reynolds passes away and her mother, Mrs. Finn, tells Grandfather that her daughter, Mary, came to her in a dream and asked her to marry Grandfather Loveridge (her husband) and take care of her children, Carolina, Rame, and Tom. Of course he marries her and she comes to live in the home. The children leave home one at a time. Pa's sisters get work in the different homes and in time they marry. They called this woman Mother Finn. (Finn was the name of her first husband.) One morning when Pa was about 12 years old he came down to wash for breakfast. Mother Finn had a piece of white oilcloth with black dots in behind a wash bench. She said Pa splashed on the oil cloth and she was going to hit him on the head and he raised his arm to ward off the blow. She kept trying to hit him, getting more angry all the time. At last she saw Grandfather coming toward the house, so she called, "Brother Loveridge, Brother Loveridge," and she told him that Pa had hit her on the arm. It was sore where it had hit on Pa's arm. Grandfather took Pa out to the barn, took off his belt and really laid it on Pa and told him to go in and ask Mother Finn's forgiveness; but I did not do it." Pa decided to leave home; he could stand it no longer. He had been herding rams for a Mr. John Childs for 25› a day till late fall. He asked Mr. Childs if he had a job for him. He sent him up on the low hills to a Charles Johnson that had sheep there. Pa thinks he was about 15 or 16, but a Mr. Hyrum Evans, another herder, thought he was younger, about 12 years old. So I don't know his age. He went and asked if he could get a job of some kind, and he got a job. He had no shoes. Mr. Johnson made some shoes of gunnysacks. He herded sheep and learned to cook for the men, for which he received his board and $7.00 a month. Grandfather Loveridge worked on the building of the Salt Lake Temple and Tabernacle with other men of his time. Grandfather would haul tithing hay to the old tithing office in Salt Lake City with his oxen in harness. Pa drove a span of horses on his wagon. Grandfather would heat a large rock and put it by Pa's feet and cover him with a quilt to keep him warm. The roads were hard to travel and in the fall they were very muddy. It took two days to go, two days to make the return trip. They would stay at a place half way. It was called the half-way house. The schoolhouse was the west side of the 1st Ward Chapel, but it is remodeled now. Pa went two winter terms to David Thurman. One day during school, Pa. put a piece of bread on a pin he had on a string and put it either on or by a mouse hole. A little mouse came out; Pa caught it and had it lying on his desk after it was dead. A young lady was the teacher. She came up to his desk; Pa surely was worried about the little mouse on his desk. All at once she put her hand on the mouse; she screamed and the teacher, David Thurman, came in from the other room and Pa surely got a good whipping. When Pa went to Salt Lake City in those early days he said the streetcars were drawn by a little donkey. The driver had a long black whip to make the little donkey pull the streetcar. The children would jump on the streetcar and get a ride if they could. Pa said the driver would strike at the children with the long black whip. While Pa was herding sheep for John Childs, Mrs. Childs made him a suit out of cloth from the Provo Woolen Mills. He was small, the suit was large. One evening he took the daughter of Mr. Childs to a show. He had the new suit on. He felt OK until he went to the theater. This girl was extra tall and Pa was extra short. This theater was located on the west side of the street across from Wines Park. Another of his jobs was working on a drill in an onyx mine or rock quarry for $3.00 a day; he worked at this job for one month. The young people had to make their own pleasures. They went to the different homes and danced. The music they danced to was an accordion played by George Goates sometimes, and sometimes by John Jackson. The boys would pay 10› each to pay these players. The girls would bring the lunch and they would dance till morning. To the parents then, church came first. They paid their tithing even if their family had to go without proper clothing and food, but the children at this time were in the same financial condition, so as children are, they were happy with life. Pa herded sheep and cooked for the herders out in Rush Valley and the desert on the other side of Simpson, Utah. The snow had to be melted for the horses to have water to drink. He always told us about the raisin pies and salt-rising bread he made for the men. At this time of his life he was keeping company with a young lady named Fan Dawson. They were very young, but he had never had a home so they decided to get married. He saved $100.00 and they were married. Their first home was in part of what had been a blacksmith shop, on the same lot he now lives on, just south of his house. Someone lived in one room of this house; it was one long room. His wife hung a curtain to make two rooms, a bedroom and a kitchen. Their furniture consisted of a bed, and in the kitchen a little stove, (Pa said anyone could lift it) and a cupboard (this is now on the back porch of Pa's home), a table and a few chairs, and a few dishes. A humble place, but they were very happy. It was the first time Pa had had a home. After that they lived in two rooms on the north side his father's home (just south of the 1st Ward Chapel). Here their baby daughter, Frances Malinda, was born. His wife only lived a little while after the baby was born, just a few months. Leaving the child with the mother of his wife, he went away to work. The little girl didn't live to be very old. Anna Laura Goodwin (our mother), a friend of his wife, lived with her grandparents just across the street from where he now lives and where Iris's home is. His wife, Fan, and Anna Laura were very good friends. Pa and our mother began to see each other often. She had lived with her grandfather and his wife since her mother passed away when she was a little girl. The grandfather was an old Englishman and was very strict with her. He would not let her go any place with Pa. She did go to school and the Presbyterian church. Their courtship was done sitting on her doorstep. They decided to get married so Pa went and talked first to her father, then to her Grandfather Goodwin, then to her Grandfather Harwood. Mother and Father were married. Her grandfather said to her after, "Today you've tied a knot with your tongue you cannot undo with your teeth." He was very strict with her but loved her very much. It was just his way, and he wanted to take the best care ever of her. They were married at Provo, Utah, on March 20th, 1889. He first worked at Saratoga feeding cattle in the winter and on the Saratoga farm in the summer, for $40.00 a month. He then went to Idaho with his brother, Ambrose, and others to homestead. He built a log house, came back in the fall and did not go back again. This homestead was 18 miles north of Idaho Falls. His brother Ambrose with his family lived in Idaho for years, near the Snake River. He had decided to go to Moab, Utah, to work. One day he was fishing on the Snake River, his wife and children with him. He left them on the shore and fished along the river; crossing over on a bridge he fished on the other side of the river until he was even with them on the other side. He gave his fish pole to his dog, put his tobacco in his hat, and with his clothes, on he jumped into the river to swim over to them. He was a very good swimmer; he never thought that the water was deep enough to drown him, but he was dragged under by the current and was drowned as his wife and children stood by helpless. They had given up their homestead and were going down to Moab where another brother, John, lived. Father then went to Scofield where his brother Joseph lived; Mother went with him. Here he worked at the mines. While working, his ribs were broken and they came back to Lehi to his father's home. One morning Grandfather Harwood came by and talked to Mother (while she and Father had been in Scofield he had been living with his son James and his family). He said to her, "Where are you going to live?" Mother said, "When Don gets up he is going to find a place for us to live." He said, "You're coming home to live with me," and they did, and lived with him until he passed away a few years after. His home was on the lot where Iris lives. Mother received his home for taking care of him. We three girls were born in this home. Pa worked on the section for five years for $1.25 for a 10-hour day under Ed Cotter. He tended bar in the saloon for Nate Rockhill, Ed Campbell and Gus Slade. He worked at Bingham, then at a rock quarry for onyx at $3.00 a day and board; there he worked one month on a drill. He worked at Spring Canyon, Utah, with Charley Ohran and Andrew Fjeld as contractors for six months. Here they built 30 rock houses, a machine shop and a tipple to dump coal into the cars. He mixed the cement. He worked at Garfield, Utah. He worked wherever he could get a job. On November 4, 1895, Mother passed away after a few hours of illness. She had fatty heart and lost a baby at this time. Father had helped her with the washing that morning. He said she was in great pain and knew she was going to leave him. She cried and cried about leaving her husband and her three little girls. I was five, Alberta three, and Iris just a baby. Mrs. A. B. Anderson told me that Mother's passing was a shock to everyone. They had seen her that morning. She said it was a sad thing, and when Pa came home from the services he knelt by Iris in her bed and sobbed and sobbed. His heart was broken and he was left alone again, this time with three little girls. Different relatives wanted to take us girls, but Pa would not listen to having us taken away from him. His sister Malinda came and stayed awhile but she had a large family herself. We were taken care of in our home by Mother's half-sister, Clara Goodwin Briggs for awhile, then one hired girl to another. He worked and we were left with these girls (he came home at nights). Pa learned that a young Swedish widow, with her mother and two young daughters, lived in Pleasant Grove, and she wanted work. The young widow had heard about Pa, and she came over to see about working for him, but at that time there was a girl in the home. Pa told her that if he needed her he would let her know. One evening when Pa came home the girl had punished me by having me stand in the corner with my face to the wall. This was too much and the girl left. Pa hired a livery buggy and went to Pleasant Grove to talk to the young widow. She said she would come and take care of his home and children. She was very good to us and they decided to get married. This was about 1897. The young widow's name was Anna Gronberg. She came from Stockholm, Sweden, to Rockford, Illinois, then to Pleasant Grove where her aunt lived. Iris was saying most everything now and she called this lady "Maw." This was told me by Maw's mother. Iris kept saying, "Maw and Pa have gone to get married but I don't care." Our home life was very happy. Maw's mother Sofia Hultberg and Maw's two young daughters, Sigrid and Edith, came to live with us and they always seemed to us like our own sisters. We had a happy life together for years. Edith was Pa's pride and joy, but she started with diabetes and didn't live very many years. Pa and Maw took her in the buggy to Salt lake City to a specialist, but very little was known about this disease then and she passed away. Pa enjoyed fishing and hunting ducks. At one time the government paid a bounty of 10› a head for pelicans. Pa surely killed a great number. He killed enough ducks to make four feather beds from the feathers. I remember when we lived in the Grandfather Harwood home that Pa picked a lot of ducks, and I have seen him fill his own shotgun shells. He filled the shells with shot powder, then put a felt-like cap on top of this to hold the powder and shot in the shell. He picked ducks while my mother was with him. He has often told me that one time he was picking ducks and Iris was in her walker. She got a duck head and put its bill in her mouth and ran around with it. Mother and Father thought that was really funny. In those days it seems that people didn't worry over germs like we do now. He also tells about feeding me bread, butter and jam at night when I was hungry. He kept me covered under the bedclothes so I was warm while he fed me. This was before Alberta was born. It was winter time and in that day the house was cold at night. Pa fished with Holmstead's on Utah Lake. They would go out on the lake in rowboats, put a seine in the water, pull it between two rowboat and pull toward the shore and pull in the seine. The boats would be full of fish. They had to throw back the trout and bass. These fish were sold to Bingham, Utah, and California, to chicken men and at one time some were put in cans. I have seen these seines pulled in and been in a boat with my father. The boat was full to the top with large and small fish. It was a thrill. For a few years we lived in the home where we were born; then Pa bought the south part of his father's lot for $300.00 and our new home was built. He had $400.00 in the Co-op Store. He worked for a Mr. Donelson, a rock mason, and he lay the rock for the foundation. Then he gave a cow and $40.00 for the laying of the brick. The carpenter ordered the lumber and Pa gave the money from four acres of beets to pay for it. He then went to the sheep herd and herded sheep for $35.00 a month till the home was finished; and after a while he sold this new home to pay for the rest of his father's farm that he had bought, and he bought a large old house, which in time he has remodeled into the home he now lives in. This house had an upstairs. We girls had great times in this house. Alberta had the south room, Iris and I the north. Pa helped with the mixing of all the cement in the Lehi Tabernacle. He scaffolded the ceiling in this building, scaffolded the Lincoln and Sugar City, Idaho, sugar factories, built by the Utah-Idaho Sugar Company. We lived on the white-top row (a row of tents), while he worked on the building of these factories. He scaffolded the high school in American Fork He has worked on his farm. In fact he has done every kind of work to make a living and through all these trials and hardships he still says he couldn't have done it without the help of God. The following are the grandsons of Don Carlos Loveridge who served in World War II: Allen K. Webb Don L. Peet Bill Keith Simpson--Navy Arnold Carlos Simpson Sidney Alexander Olson Stanley Craig Olson Following is a list of his grandsons who have been on missions for the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints: Cecil Eleazer Webb--Northern States Mission Allen Kurt Webb--Texas Mission Ernest John Webb (great-grandson)--East Central States Mission (at present) At this time he has 14 grandchildren and 33 great-grandchildren. Written by Annie Loveridge Webb.