Sunday, November 22, 2015

Google Search for Ancestors

Again, I have been very busy and have neglected to post a story.  So until I can 'GET IT TOGETHER'
here is a link to:
6 'Secrets' Google Search Tricks for Genealogy that'll help you find your Ancestors.   

Google is where I go first to look for an Ancestor I don't have information on.  I have been doing this for some time and I learned a couple of new tricks from this information.  I hope it will help you. 

Tuesday, November 10, 2015

Veterans Day Honoree Denver E. Woodward; brother-in-law.

In honor of Veterans Day Earl and I would like to honor Denver Everett Woodward .  He married Earl’s sister Carolyn Petersen in 1945. 

Denver E. Woodward joined the Army Air Force 27 January 1941 at Fort Thomas, Kentucky as a Second Lt.. His specialty was Bombardier,  He was assigned to the 91st Bomb Group 401st Squadron flying B-17Fs.  Denver was stationed in England during the WW ll war.  During his mission his plane was shot down over Schweifurt. Germany.  Denver spent twenty three months in a German Prison Camp before he was released.  (August 1943 - April 1945.) He was awarded the Air Medal with three oak leaf Clusters and one Battle Star.  He completed twenty years in the Air Force Reserves. 
Denver died thirty three years ago this month from cancer.  
Thank You Denver for your service and sacrifices.  We are forever grateful.  

Sunday, November 1, 2015

Grandfather Sam's story of demise of Butterfield and Pleasents who were brothers-in-law.

Samuel Perrins age abt. 12
Very near the age of when this story took place.
Albion, Cassia , Idaho 

This is my grandfather Samuel Perrins the father of my mother Verona. He had a friendly outgoing personality and was known by everyone in the Albion Valley.   After Grandmother died; for years he would stay with one of his eight children going from home to home spreading out his visits and telling his stories.  When his only sister Flora Perrins Dumas’s husband died he then he moved into the basement room of her house in Twin Falls, Idaho.  He was living with my parents at the time of his death just shy of turning ninety years old.   
He was living with his oldest son Melvin Samuel Perrins and daughter-in-law Ressa Lounsbury Perrins in Deer Park, Washington when he retold this story and either Sam or Ressa typed it in his own words.  Keeping the story in Grandfathers own words is the best. 
I smile when he refers to the outdoor privy as the restroom; and how he sets up the story that helps with the ending.    He has a way of keeping your attention to what is going to happen next. Love you Grandfather Sam Perrins. 

This is a true story written by Samuel Perrins who was an eyewitness to this tragedy from beginning to the finish.

One bright sunny day in the year of 1888, I was walking down the Main Street of Albion, Idaho.  Albion at that time was the County Seat of Cassia County and I noticed coming out of the Court House, Sheriff E. J. Stokes and his two deputies, Dan Starks and William Holcome.  With them was a Deputy Sheriff from Salt Lake City, Mr. Butterfield.  They were well armed and headed straight for Joe Parks Saloon.

I stopped to see what it was all about.  Everyone in town knew that Mr. Butterfield had come for Perry Pleasents, who was wanted for stealing horses in Utah.  Mr. Butterfield and Mr. Pleasents were brothers-in-law and held a grudge against each other.  Mr. Butterfield requested the honor to run Mr. Pleasents down and fetch him back for trail.  The Sheriff of Salt Lake City swore Mr. Butterfield in as a Deputy, pinned a badge on him and sent him on his way.  After several days of trailing, Mr. Butterfield had located Mr. Pleasents in Albion.
Mr. Pleasents liked to play cards and gamble.  The card tables were in the back part of the saloon.  Mr. Pleasents, when he sat at a card game, always sat with his face towards the front door so he could see whoever came in that way.  He was playing cards at the time when the officers entered the saloon through the front door.  When the officers got inside the saloon, Mr. Pleasants got up quickly and left the card game through the back door and the officers followed him.  I ran to the corner of the block to watch and see where he went.  He ran catty-corner across the street and into the hotel and went through the hotel into the back yard and then into the restroom, which was outside in the back yard.  It was made of lumber and was double, marked on one end ‘Women’ and the other ‘Men’, he went n the Men’s side.   Mr. Pleasents went through the hotel; he stopped long enough in the kitchen to order him up a lunch.  This hotel was a 16 or 20 bedroom, two-story, frame building and the back yard was fenced in with a board fence seven feet high.  (Several years later this hotel caught fire and burned down, and one man was trapped in the building. The man that was trapped in the fire was Archey Howell.)
We used wood those days for heat and to do our cooking with and someone had thrown a load of wood over the fence into the back yard.  It was in long lengths, and the limbs stuck out in all directions.  Well, the officers surrounded the restroom where Mr. Pleasents was hiding.
I perches myself on top of this high board fence, resting my feet on top of the two-by-four which was nailed about one foot from the top of the fence, and right under me inside the yard and close up to this wood pile was a man by the name of Lewis.  I think his name was Heber Lewis; anyway his was [a] brother of Hyrum S. Lewis of Declo.  Little did I think while sitting on top of this fence what was going to happen, and I don’t think Mr. Lewis did either.  Well, Sheriff Stokes ordered Mr. Pleasents to come out and with his hand and arms up above his head, but he would not come out.  Finally the Sheriff added to his demand, ‘If you don’t come out, we will start shooting!’  Still Mr. Pleasents would not come out and then the fireworks started.  The Sheriff and his deputies started shooting through the higher part of the restroom and every round they would drop down a little lower until they got within 18 inches or two feet for the floor.  Mr. Pleasents yelled out ‘Don’t shoot any more, I am coming out.’  The Sheriff said ‘All right, come out with your hands up in the air.’  So he did.  The Deputy Sheriff from Salt Lake City, Mr. Butterfield, had a double-barrel, sawed off, shotgun, and when Mr. Pleasents came out of the restroom the deputy fro Salt Lake pointed the shotgun right at Mr. Pleasents breast and cocked both barrels of the shotgun, ready to shoot, and held it on him all the time.  Mr. Butterfield never took his eyes off him.  They stood about 8 or 10 feet apart.  The next thing was to search Mr. Pleasents for firearms which they did, but failed to search his boots where he carried his gun.  After they searched him for firearms, Mr. Pleasents asked if he could roll a pill (meaning a cigarette).  They rolled their own those days.  The Sheriff said ‘yes.’  Now right behind Mr. Pleasants where he stood rolling his pill was an old frame building, which was once a saloon.  After he rolled his pill as he called it he put it in his mouth and the next thing was to light it.  Now, all the time this was going on, the Deputy Sheriff from Salt Lake held the shotgun on him, pointing right at his breast with both barrels cocked.  He reached in his pocket and got a match and struck it on his pants leg, but broke the match, at the same time lifted his pants leg up a little where his gun was in his boot.  He repeated this operation, but the third time he got his pants leg up high enough to get his gun.  He shot the Deputy Sheriff from Salt Lake City, hitting him in the breast about two inches from his heart and as Mr. Butterfield was falling he automatically pulled the trigger of his shotgun and the blast struck Mr. Pleasents in the head, just above the eyes, and the contents of his head were smeared all over the side of this old building that was just back of him and stayed there for quite some time, in fact stayed there until the weather and rain washed it off.  The Sheriff from Salt Lake City did not live very long, in fact just long enough for his wife to come from Salt Lake to see him breath his last.  Both bodies were taken to Utah for burial.

I suppose you readers are wondering what happened to me and Mr. Lewis?  Well, I will tell you.  I rolled off the top of that high fence backwards and lit on my feet and took off.  Honestly, I believe I ran so fast that if anyone had taken a shot at me with a .45 Colt, the bullet would never have caught up with me and Mr. Lewis in his fright, whirled around to run and ran into the wood pile that was thrown over the fence and rammed a stick of wood in his stomach and fell on the ground flat on is back and shouted,  “My God, boys, I am shot, I am shot—.”

Saturday, October 24, 2015

Haunted Mansions of Albion Behind the Scenes Documentary

Albion, Idaho is the birth place of all eight children of Sam and Edna Phippen Perrins family.  The family home was and still is located across the street from the Albion Campus.  Six of the eight Perrins children graduated from Albion State Normal School including my father Vern Wherrett Tomlinson.  In 1951 it was sad to see the school close and windows boarded up and fall into deterioration.  
Several years ago the whole campus was sold to a private company for under a million dollars. 

They are restoring the buildings bit by bit and this is one way to make money to help with the restoration.  I think my parents would be surprised but, pleased of how the Mortensen's have come up with the idea of a haunted house.  You will see as you view this video of the time and talent that goes into this production.   For sure my father would love it.  He always made Holidays fun for me.  


Sunday, October 11, 2015

Lide Hepworth (Eliza)

Eliza Hepworth 2nd great-aunt.
b 1866 - d 1950
By the end of the year I hope to "wrap it up" on the Hepworth line. In January I will start on the WHERRETT/TOMLINSON line.  I call this line my soap opera line.  Oh My! To keep it all straight a person will need to follow very carefully.

 This is Eliza, the tenth child of Thomas and Mary Hepworth. She was born on May 28, 1866, in Salt Lake City, her father was thirty seven years old and mother, was thirty four.   Eliza went by the nickname of Lide. 

Lide left Utah and moved to California but, I cannot pin point just what year.  

She married in California in 1917.
It was her only marriage and she was fifty one years old. She married a widower William Henry Moreland 
on October 24, 1917.
William Henry Moreland 1855-1938
Picture found posted on 
 At the time she was living with her sister Frances Amelia Nutt  in California.  I found a small snip-it in the San Francisco Chronicle 
dated 4 November 1917
Miss Lide Hepworth became the bride of William Moreland in a cermony celetrated at the home of Mrs. E. A. Nutt, the brides sister. 

I find Lide and William together in the 1920 US Census in California however, the 1930 US Census they are living apart.  Lide is living with her sister Frances Amelia Hepworth Nutt and William Henry was living with his son William W. Moreland and his wife Elfreda B.(Johnson) and two grandchildren William and Emma. Eight years later William Henry died on 3 July 1938.  He is buried with his first wife Harriet Wolsey who died in 1916 in the Woodlawn Memorial Park in Los Angeles.

The 1940 US California Census Lide is still living in the same house as in 1930 only her sister Frances Amelia died in 1935 and her sister Jane Elizabeth Hepworth Cobb is living with her.  Sister Frances died in 1943.  I don't know what happened to Lide between 1943 and when she died on 5 June 1950.  She was eighty four years old.She is buried in Pasadena, Los Angeles, California.   I wish I knew more about her.  From the Census records it states she didn't go beyond the eighth grade and in 1930-40 Census it states her occupation was a housekeeper for a private family.  I would like to know who was with her when she died?  Maybe by posting about her life someone will contact me with more of her story.  

Sunday, September 27, 2015

GreatGrandmother Ethel visits in 1964-1968

Correction on Nicole's age.  She is 4 maybe 5 weeks old 

The top picture is when Grandmother Ethel came to visit about four or five weeks after Nicole was born, so this picture was taken at the end of August 1964. This is the only picture I know of where Grandmother is smiling.  She has a beautiful smile that certainly lights up her face.  Dad took the picture and I wonder what he said that was so funny that all are enjoying the moment except Nicole, she looks very sleepy.   You can see Grandmother’s handicap of how she always had to sit with her right leg in the air due to her stiff knee.  

It’s hard to believe that today the newborn on Grandmothers’ lap is a grandmother today.  Her oldest daughter Cassidy has a son who will be five in February and a daughter that just turned one.  Her second daughter Maddison has a son who turns two in a week (September) and is expecting a girl on Thanksgiving Day which is also Maddison’s birthday.    Her youngest son Christopher is getting married in January. 

Today, I am reflecting on this summer as all Nicole’s family was here the entire time and what a grand time was had by all. Then I was reminded of the summer in 1968 and was so happy I actually found a picture that has to do with the story I want to write about.

This time it’s 1968 when Grandmother came for a visit. Nicole had just turned four and the twins, Cari and Lori, just turned eighteen months and needless to say were a handful. 
 I had the silly idea to pick up Grandmother and spend the afternoon at Ross’s Park; one of the largest parks south of town.  But, how was I to manage the twins who would run in opposite directions every time they got a chance?  For some reason my mother was never interested in going with me to help with the children.

 I got this brilliant idea to buy a child harness to put them in. Safety was on my mind. I decided I’d better try it out on the twins before the big day so I put the harnesses on at home and they both immediately fell on the floor at the same time and kicked and screamed. 
Then I thought, “When at the park they will be so excited they won’t act like this.”  Right!

The next day I picked up Grandmother, had the car packed with a chair for her, a large blanket and plenty of goodies to eat.  I parked the car as close to the swings as I could. I told Nicole to play with the twins while I got Grandmother and with her cane walked slowly for about fifty steps, then settled her in the chair and quickly spread out the blanket then back to the car and told Nicole to go and be with Great-grandmother.  I got in the backseat with the twins and humored them into putting the harnesses on.   Yeah! Everything was going well.  As you can see in the picture they were wearing their cute white ‘tennis outfits’.  I carefully got them out of the car and yep, they both dropped in the powdery dirt ground kicking and crying.  Not wanting to get their white outfits dirty my reaction was to raise both my arms straight out to my side.  Now the twins were swinging with their noses just inches above the ground kicking and crying.  I took baby steps to get them on the grass (that was hard to do) and gently let them down and immediately took off the harness.  I quickly took their hand before they could get away and walked to our spot just in time for Nicole to announce she had to go to the restroom.  Now what was I to do?  

Looking at the ‘chair’ swings I put them in and gave them a big push. Then I relocated Grandmother nearby in her chair gave another big push to the swings and grabbed Nicole‘s hand and said, “lets run as fast as we can.”  The restrooms were about one hundred yards away up a hill.
Coming out of the restroom I could see a crowd of people (at least six) gathered around the back of the swings.  Thinking something terrible had happened, again I told Nicole, “Lets run” when we got closer what I saw was the funniest sight.  The swings were still and the twins were trying to climb out but my dear grandmother was leaning forward in her chair as far as she could and with her cane tapping each bar of the swing saying, “you stay in there,” Tap tap “Don’t you get out of there.”    The people were starring and talking to one another, wondering what in the world was this old lady doing with these babies?  And, where is the mother?

It was then I realized spending the afternoon at the park without another’s adult help was not a good Idea.

 I picked up my babies put them back in the car, told Nicole to play with them until I could get Grandmother loaded up.  Then back to my parents’ home.  You can see the twins are having their snacks in their cute tennis outfits and  big sister Nicole  in her bright sun dress and brown legs. Nicole was my best helper with the twins.   

This was the last memory I have of Grandmother Ethel Tomlinson.  Four months later Grandmother died. 
 18 November 1968.  Sadly she is buried at the Chapel of the Chimes Memorial Park.
  Hayward, California.  I say sadly because, it’s so far away from our hometown.

Friday, September 11, 2015

Fi-Wo-Ca Literary Club 1927/28 President Grandmother Ethel Hepworth Tomlinson

Fi-Wo-Ca was a Literary Club that my Grandmother and Great Grandmother was a member of when they moved from Salt Lake City to Ogden.  It was organized in 1923 in Ogden.  What a fascinating discovery! I love this woman's club.  
This is a program for the year's 1927-1928 in which Grandmother Ethel was President.    The Club would start in late September and would meet twice a month until the first week in June.  A lot of thought and preplanning was done then a  little booklet for the literary year would be printed for all members that I would guess would be given to the members at the first meeting.  I have several of them and they are so well done.
I have scanned all the pages of 1927/28 program; cover page; inside page - states the year is was organized; the next inside page's states the
 Lavender and Gold

EMBLEM  Poinsettia

F - FRIENDSHIP                                     OFFICERS   (Six positions are listed)
I - INDUSTRY                                        
W- WOMANHOOD                             MEMBERS NAMES  (Listed are eleven names)
C -CULTURE                                          

The next page has the
 Fi-Wo-Ca Club Song.  Be sure to read all the words.(I don't know the tune that was put to this song.)  Remember this is 1927/28

Fi-Wo-Ca Club Song
Friendship proves the soul's fidelity 
Industry is wonderful to see
In the heart of every girl-
The longing to proclaim her womanhood.
Culture fine and Art we're striving for.
Opportunity is at our door.
Fi-Wo-Ca stands for friendship-
Woman hood and all that's good.
Fi-Wo-Ca we're happy,
Fi-Wo-Ca we're snappy,
Fi-Wo-Ca we're feeling fine. 
We're learning new stories 
We're planning new glories
We're seeking new Art sublime.
Fi-Wo-Ca friendship's good for the blues
Fi-Wo-Ca womanhood improves
Fi-Wo-Ca we're happy
Fi-Wo-Ca we're snappy 
Fi-Wo-Ca We're feeling fine. 

Members of this club would take turns in meeting in their homes so the first name on the program for each month would be the HOSTESS; (name)
next, CURRENT EVENTS;  (name)
Title of the book to review or music or plays or drama  (name) 

I must list what was being discussed during this literary year, it is so interesting!

"It Happened in Pekin"  (this one was reviewed by Great Grandmother Sarah K. Hepworth)
"United States Relations with China"
New Decalogue of Science by Wiggins
New Decalogue of Science (continued)
"Madam Clair" by Susanne Ertz 
"History, Government and Religious Customs of India"
Christmas Party
"One Act Plays"
"Tolerance"  by Hendrick Wellem Van Loon
"Tolerance" (continued)
"Tolerance" (last part)
Musical Number  (Open Meeting)
"Elmer Gantry"  by Sinclair Lewis
Paper on Geology 
Russian Music
"Italy and Mussolini"  (this was given by Grandmother Ethel)
'Is this an age of self indulgence?"
Last meeting in June was Resume and  Election of Officers.  

What a variety of topics for discussion.  I found in the Ogden Newspaper under 'SOCIAL" a writeup on the meeting after each one that included how the hostess decorated the tables and what was served for refreshments.  I hope you took  note in the song the line "friendship's good for the blues/ womanhood improves."    

I will sign off with one of my favorite FAMILY HISTORY QUOTES. 
"Knowing who our family 
Reveals part of who we