Friday, April 17, 2015


Venus and Venice
Lori and Cari. 
What fun.
When I first married into the PETERSEN family Venus and Venice and me all had jobs locate downtown Pocatello.  When I would see one on the street during lunch time I never knew which one I was talking to.  It was so embarrassing for me.  Then we had twins.  Pay back time.  
It was so fun.  


Tuesday, March 24, 2015

Cari year SIX.

Cari and Lori
July 1976
Sun Valley, Idaho
I read somewhere that
 "Time Heals Nothing, it just replaces Memories."


Tuesday, March 17, 2015

"I'm not Irish or Catholic" says Verona.

Nine years ago today we buried my mother Verona Shirley Perrins Tomlinson.  I spoke at her funeral and I remember my introduction went like this, "Today is St Patricks Day and every year on this day I would think about my mother. Every St. Pat's day she would say, 'I'm not Irish I'm not Catholic so why would I celebrate today then off to the kitchen to make my father Corn Beef and Cabbage for dinner."  (Something that would not pass my lips when I was living at home.)
Verona Shirley Perrins daughter of Edna Clare Phippen and Samuel Perrins:
b 1914 - d 2006
Verona: Albion High School 1931
Verona 1983
What a surprise when Mother reached the other side to be greeted by  IRISH ANCESTORS.  In 2014 I took a DNA test through    When the results came back my ethnicity (estimate) went like this; 49% Great Britain; 22% Ireland; 19% Scandinavia; 5 Other regions; which I will explain at another time.  When I saw the 22% IRISH I immediately thought "This is so bogus." and immediately clicked off.
IF it was so it would come from my mother's side.
The last time I went into the  and looked at Mother's pedigree it wasn't sourced much and when it's not sourced it's "a myth " as far as I'm concerned.
After much thought I decided to 'LOOK AGAIN' at Mother's pedigree in what is now a better more improved site called  Oh my was I surprised.  IRISH ANCESTORS!  The DNA test proved right after all.   Even a picture and many stories to prove the pedigree.
So (Cousins) descendants of Grandmother Edna Clare Phippen; did you know?  My mother always thought these people were English.
It goes like this:Grandmother Edna Clare Phippen (Perrins)  - Eliza Jane Hudson - Wilford Heath Hudson - Robert Hudson who marries Damaris Lemmon (She's Irish) her father is James Lemmon whose picture and story is below.

There is more information about James and about his father Robert S. Lemmon b 1730 in Tyrone, Artrim, Ireland.   So if you have an LDS account and can access  look up this person to get the rest of the story. His ID number is: L66D-W1P.

Fascinating reading.  I am going to insert a link that is a video on DNA that is one of the best explanation on DNA I have found.  It's one that a layman can understand. It was a class offered by Roots Tech 2015 and worth 44 minutes of your time.
Getting Started in Genetic Genealogy 44. by Diahan Southard

DNA is improving all the time.
I have taken another DNA test again from and am waiting for the results.  It should tell me more  about my ethnicity than did the last one. This DNA test is called AUTOSUMAL and is explained in the video that is posted above.                                                                                                                     

Saturday, March 7, 2015

This is my dad at age five.  Sitting next to him is his sister Louise who was born in 1918 the year this picture was taken.  Finding this picture has been one of the best treasurer’s I have found; and one of the biggest surprises I have experienced.  (Number one surprise is finding out our biological surname is WHERRETT, Dad's middle name and not the name TOMLINSON) 
I was in Salt Lake City a couple days before the Roots Tech 2015 Conference started just for the purpose to visit sites before I got to busy to do so.  On the Tuesday 10 March 2015 I went to the Church History Library which is different from the well-known Family History Library.   The Church History Library houses only LDS Records. To view any records, documents, pictures, books etc. the first thing you are required to do is listen to a video that’s about eight minutes long that explains what you can do and cannot do in handling any of the materials you send for.  Sitting at one of the many computers I put in the surname Hepworth and found one record that caught my attention.  It was indexed as “Lester Hepworth by author; Ethel Hepworth.” Lester is not a name that is used by any of my ancestors.  But, Ethel is the name of my grandmother.  After a long thought I finally decided I should “check it out.’   And what a wonderful surprise I almost passed up.
I wrote the information on a pink slip and handed it to the man behind the counter.  He said it would take about ten minutes and for me  to proceed through double door into the Reading Room.  Before going into the Reading Room you put all your stuff (purse, coat, etc.) in a locker and secure it.  The only thing you can take in the Reading Room is a notebook and pencil and ID.  (No ink pens)  Inside you show a  picture ID and if you do not have one they will take a picture of you.  Then you put on white gloves so not to soil whatever it is you ordered.  Finally, the small envelope arrived and I was told it was a photograph. Again I'm thinking who is Lester Hepworth.  I immediately looked inside the small yellow covering  before I even sat down at the table and was astonished. I recognized the dark beautiful boy as my father with his grandmother or Nana as we called her and his mother  Ethel Hepworth Tomlinson then Dad's sister Louise. On the back of the picture was written “Lester Hepworth and her daughter Ethel and her two children.”  Looking closer I could see the word Lester should be indexed as Sister Hepworth.  Now my question was where was this picture taken and how did it get in the Church History Library?  The next clue was the name of the place where they were living that was displayed on the building where they were living. ,Oxford Apartments. Then I remembered Dad writing in his life history of going to Santa Monica for five months two years in a row and he wrote about attending church there.  That’s it – a member of the ward came around taking pictures of the members of the Los Angeles ward/branch and the pictures were part of the History of that Ward then sent to the Church History Department.  Now my next question was; “How can I get a copy/” The answer was easy, It was out of copyright and had been uploaded to the Web site..
   When you type in Ethel Hepworth in the Search box the above  picture will appear.
The Church History Staff member corrected the index entry. 

This is what Dad wrote in "My Personal History" about going to California:

"My Mother had rheumatism for years just after I was born.  She went to several doctors without receiving much help.  Dr. Openshaw told her that Utah winters were too harsh for her.  So Mother, ‘Nana’, my Grandmother, Louise, (just a baby) and I, boarded a train for Los Angeles.  It took two days for the trip.  We were met at the depot by a real-estate salesman who had found a house for us to lease for about five months.  The house was in Santa Monica and was right on the oceanfront.  A broad cement sidewalk about fifty feet wide stretched from our front door to a sea wall some four feet higher.  Then below was the sandy beach of the Pacific Ocean.  Mostly the weather was warm.  Only on Sunday did I dress up.  The other days I lived in a swimming suit, and I learned to swim in the ocean.  I remember being sent on an errand to buy something on the Pier about one half mile down the sidewalk where some commercial stores were located.  It was the time of morning when it was just beginning to get really hot and I took my time stopping frequently to throw a stick of some other thing into the ocean below the sea wall.  I made my purchase and started back home but by this time the pavement was so hot that it burned the soles of my bare feet so I got off the sidewalk and walked in the ocean with the sack I had held high. 
On Sunday we had to get up quite early, get ready to go to Church, walk some three hundred yards to a huge wooden stairway just east of where we lived.  We had to climb the stairway, about one hundred steps to the top and when we got there we were in a little park with palm trees, flowers and some grass.  There were benches to sit on as we waited for the streetcar which took us several miles to the center of Los Angeles.  We got off of the street car in front of the two story building with some type of store on the ground floor, and the second floor occupied by the Knights of Columbus organization, a part of the Catholic Church.  This K.C. Hall was to serve as the only LDS meeting house in the entire Los Angeles area at that time.  We were one of the first to arrive and I remember that when the door to that meeting house was opened the smell of cigarette and cigar smoke rushed out to the hallway.  We had to sweep the floor, pick up beer bottles, wine bottles and whatever as the K. of C. had had a party there on Saturday Night.  But, we cleaned it up and by that time our LDS people had arrived and we had our meetings; Sunday school and Sacrament.  I am proud to know that I was a small part of the first congregation in Los Angeles. 

How grateful I am that Dad wrote about this experience in his life history.   Without It I would still be wondering how this picture came about.  A good testimony of how important it is to write my own life history or even about the events that took place in my life.   

Dad had quite a memory at such an early age.  What a contrast in his skin coloring to his mother and sister Louise.  I bet Grandmother more than once had to explain "He really is mine and not adopted."   Dad's father was dark complected and one of the reasons why I started searching the background of our ancestors.  Still no concrete reason.  I was told a 'Story' of where the dark skin  came from but, to this date it is just that, A Story not proven.  

Saturday, February 21, 2015


It's been almost a week since I returned from attending the Roots Tech 2015 conference.  It's was an incredible week; just listening to the key note speakers was worth the trip.  It makes me wonder how the people who plan these conferences can top this one.  Also, I found a family treasure; a picture at the Church History Library of my dad when he was five years old.  I will post about this find soon.

This will be the last post on Second Great Grand uncle John Hepworth's family for a while.  I am going to go back to posting about Second Great-Grandfather Thomas's line.  This has been a slow process getting to the end of all the Hepworth's so I'm thinking I might veer off to my other lines in future posts.

To refresh briefly of what I have posted about about John Hepworth and his bride Frances Amelia Fletcher: they joined the Church of Jesus Christ of  Latter Saints in England in 1848.  They entered the Salt Lake Territory in 1852. On 23 March
1861 John and Frances were sealed in the Endowment House by Brigham Young. (Record from Special Collection; Family HIstory Library SLC)  Sometime before 1870 John and Frances no longer were affiliated with the LDS Church and attended the Episcopal Church.  A journal of a granddaughter Rose writes a very different story of how John and Frances came to the Salt Lake Territory.  I don't doubt that that she was told the story by her grandparents that they were headed for California and decided to settle in Salt Lake.  (A very short version)  To read 'all about it'  please go to utahrose

John Hepworth was a well respected citizen of Salt Lake City.  (I will only post about John's death)

Salt Lake Telegram Monday January 11, 1904


Mrs. Sophia Jones, age 82, born in North Wales. 
John Hepworth, age 83, for fifty-one years a resident of Utah.
John Tingey, age 82, has lived in Salt Lake half a century. 

John Hepworth, aged 83 well known in commercial circles, died at his home,
571 South Main street, at 2:15 o'clock Saturday afternoon,  He has been a 
resident of this city since 1852, and conducted a successful butcher business 
for a number of years, retiring in 1886.
On January 28, 1900, he and his wife celebrated their golden wedding anniversary, 
 Mrs. Hepworth dying about two months later.  At his bedside when the end 
came were three daughters, Mr. Maria Moench, Mrs. I.M. HIgley
 and Miss Sarah Hepworth. The funeral arrangements will not be made until 
two other daughters, Mrs. J. M. Moore of Richland, Or., and
 Mrs. Julia Wright, of Mammoth, Utah arrive in the city. 

John's brother, my Second Great Grandfather Thomas's butcher shop 
was located on the other side of town.
 Grandfather Thomas died in 1895 from a fall down an elevator shaft 
at the Lambert Paper Company. 

Thursday, January 22, 2015

Burglars enter Hepworth's House; Father John Hepworth thinks it's the "daughters".

This is a story you can chuckle about.  I can hear the dialogue now of Father yelling out to the daughter's of what the heck is going on and the daughter's asking the same thing of the brother what he is doing to make such an disturbance when all along there are burglars in the house. 

The headline in the Ogden newspaper is 
Burglars Frustrated.  In the Deseret New: 
Foiled Again. --

Last night the house of Mr. John Hepworth, on the lower part of East Temple Street, was entered by burglars, who after getting in opened the doors so as to provide egress in case of  emergency.  Mr. Hepworth was awakened on hearing them rummaging about. Thinking it was his daughters he called out and inquired what they were doing up and about at such an unseemly hour.  The girls in turn thought it was their brother and spoke, thinking they were addressing him.  While this colloquial battery was being fired the burglars rushed out of the house and escaped.  The police were communicated with, but of course nothing could be done, by the way of arresting the thieves.  Luckily the scoundrels were interrupted too early to enable them to carry anything away.