Saturday 5 December will by my mother's 101 birthday. This is a story that didn't get into the Newspaper or on TV like it would have had had it happened today. Not reaching the news media is a good thing because Mother wouldn't have come out of the house for months. She would have been so devastated that the whole town knew.
I'm guessing it was about 1969 or '70 when this happened.
This is in her own words retold to me some years later. However, I was living in Pocatello at the time this event happened and remember the details as told to me to be accurate.
The drug store where I got my medication at that time was on a corner of Center Street and 5th Ave. [A very busy intersection.] I parked the car on the 5th Ave. side where the parking slopes away and perpendicular to the building. I put the car in park and left it running knowing I shouldn't but, I was only going to be a minute because the prescription would be ready for me. Just as I was paying for the medication a customer in the store yelled "There's a car backing out of the parking place and nobody's in it." Yes, my car; it was picking up speed because of the incline. I ran out of the store and tried to slow it down but could not. [Can you imagine.]The car then rounded the corner, wheels turning as if someone were driving it then went forward and ran into the front window of the drugstore and stopped. Most of the glass fell close to the window. Thank Heavens because there were a lot of people in the store.
One of the worst things about it for me was the druggist, Paul, I had known for a long time and he was a good friend of my son-in-law, Earl. [Mother was always concerned about what other people would think] I could hardly look at Paul. I remember him saying "What the Hell!" and all I could think of to say was "I'm sorry." Then thinking what good does that do?
I remember that someone moved the car, I finished paying for the medicine and left for home. I know there was more said but, I don't remember what.
The next thing I had to to is face my husband, Butch. I tried to tell what happened but,he just couldn't believe it. He tried to comfort me (I was sobbing hard.) He said that that's what we have insurance for. He left to see for himself if it was true that the car could back out and turn the corner and then turn in the front of the drugstore.
I still buy my medication from Paul who now works at the Pharmacy in the Fred Meyer store.
I remember doing just what my father did. Went to the scene of the accident; looking it over wondering just how that happened. It could have been so much worse. She could have been injured trying to stop the car, it could have hit another car or a pedestrian or someone in the store.
Thanks Mom for the memories.
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Thursday, December 3, 2015
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.
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.
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.
RENEE
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.
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
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 FamilySearch.org. |
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.
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.
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
CLUB COLORS
Lavender and Gold
EMBLEM Poinsettia
MOTTO
F - FRIENDSHIP OFFICERS (Six positions are listed)
I - INDUSTRY
W- WOMANHOOD MEMBERS NAMES (Listed are eleven names)
O - ORDER
C -CULTURE
F -ACCOMPLISHMENT
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
Drama
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
WAS
Reveals part of who we
ARE."
Sunday, August 9, 2015
Grandmother Ethel in the NEWS.
Newspaper research is one of
my favorite ways to find information on my Ancestors. I have found many articles on
Grandmother Ethel Hepworth Tomlinson. I
will only post three to start with. I'm
sure Grandmother forgot about these events and they have never been talked
about in the family.
Salt LakeTelegram 1904-12-20
Small pox Cases Reported
Ethel Hepworth, aged 20 years, of 739 West First North, and Clarene Middlemas, aged 11 years of 378 F Street are reported ill with small pox.
That must have been a miserable Christmas. And, to have a sign put on your parents resident door "QUARANTINED STAY OUT SMALL POX"
and she was twenty years old.
Ogden Standard 1927- 09-23
ANKLE SPRAINED IN STREET FALL
Mrs. George Tomlinson, 40, of 2515 Brinker avenue, is in the Dee hospital suffering from a severely sprained ankle received Thursday afternoon at Twenty-fifth street and Washington Avenue.
Mrs. Tomlinson is said to have stepped on some loose planks, which spread, allowing her foot to go between them. She fell and was thought to have broken her ankle.
However, an x-ray taken this morning revealed that the ankle was not fractured, but only badly sprained.
Ouch! It doesn't say which ankle. Was it her right one with the stiff knee with no bend or her left ankle. Either way I'm sure she was miserable for some time.
Ogden Standard 1927 - 05-15
CLUBS
Ogden Standard 1927 -
05-15
CLUBS
Mrs.
George Tomlinson entertained the former Mount Ogden stake primary board at
luncheon at her home on Brinker Avenue Thursday afternoon. The table was
centered with a large pink bowl of sweet peas while pink tapers in silver
holders were at each end. Bunco was the diversion of
the afternoon. The prizes were awarded to Mrs. Addie Sanders
and Cora Reed. Those present were Mrs. Jessie Bringham, Mrs,
Mary A. White, Mrs. Cora Mortenson, Mrs. Mary Murdock, Mrs Cora Reed, Mrs.
Laura George, Mrs Ruby Keys, Mrs Addie Sanders.
So Grandmother had a party at her house for
the outgoing Stake primary board and they played BUNCO. This
certainly made me smile. And what a popular name Cora was in 1927.
Two Cora's attended this small luncheon.
This article also verifies the address of where
Dad was living in 1927.
Valuable information for a FamilySearch person.
At this writing I cannot find the newspaper article where
Grandmother had an accident with the new family car at midnight. She had
several of her lady friends with her they had been to a BUNCO party. Oh
my. Stuff I never would have guess about Grandmother.
Next; FI-WO-CA club. What does that mean?! You will be
surprised.
Sunday, August 2, 2015
One Hundred and Two. Happy Birthday Dad
Do you have stories of your life written down for your posterity?
I only have a few but, I do have a goal to do more, lots more in the coming year.
Each time I read what my father wrote about
his life I am reminded how grateful I am he wrote what he did. It is so important.
I do know he was going to write more but, put he put it off until he was unable to do so in the last years of his life. Many memories lost.
I still can't get over that he was a twelve pound baby! And the picture of him on his tricycle with the stuffed dog; I remember the toy dog it was on rollers; it was kept for Gary and I to play with. The picture with Dad sitting on the bench; the girl is his second cousin Pauline Trealoar. Pauline had a little sister Katie and Dad spoke of them fondly. The only stories that were told to me when I was a child were about the fun times with Pauline and Katie.
In the bottom picture you can see Dad's face in the window of the car and I believe Pauline is the taller girl and I believe the little girl is Pauline's sister Katie. The girl in the middle is not known but, probably another cousin.
Dad writes that his earliest memory is living at his Grandparents house James and Sadie Hepworth, at 757 West and First North (which is second north today) across the street from Jackson School in Salt Lake City.
Pauline and Katie lived in the next house on the East side. Pauline was six years older than Dad and Katie was three years younger. Dad writes that they had great times together and that whenever he got into a neighborhood quarrel with the other kids Pauline always came to his rescue.
They shared illnesses together too. Pauline was the only one of the 'gang' that was attending school when she brought home the Chicken Pox and of course Dad and sister Louise and Katie all caught the disease. Immediately the Health Department Authorities came to the houses and hung across the doorway a sign; QUARANTINED STAY OUT CHICKEN POX.
"We had a great time anyway, we stretched a length of string from our living room window to Pauline's living room window and put tin cans on each end of the string and had ourselves a string telephone."
Don't you just love it. SOCIAL MEDIA!
Love you, DAD
Wednesday, July 29, 2015
Grandmother Ethel Hepworth Tomlinson - Number one person on my mind lately.
Grandmother Tomlinson had
five grandchildren. Only four are in this picture taken at Easter time,
1950, in front of our home in Jerome, Idaho. My younger brother Ted wasn't
born until three years later. Gary is the oldest grandchild born in 1936; me
born in 1942; Lee born in 1945; sadly Lee died at age forty four in 1990.
Next is Ardyth born in 1943. Ardyth is one of my greatest fans in doing
FamilySearch. I always look forward to her comments on each post and appreciate
her support.
Ethel Hepworth was born in Salt Lake City on
9 May 1887 to James Hepworth and Sarah Ann
Kidgell. She married George Wherrett Tomlinson on 2 October 1912. Ethel
was twenty five years old and George was twenty seven. George's true
surname is Wherrett but that's another story that will be told on this blog.
(Someday)
Grandmother
had three children. My father Vern Wherrett Tomlinson was born in the Salt Lake City Hospital on 2 August 1913
and just thirteen months later Katheryn Wherrett Tomlinson was born 19 November
1914. She died the same day; a premature baby. Dad was four years old when
his sister Louise Wherrett Tomlinson was born on 12 February 1918.
George
and Ethel separated when my Dad was about fifteen years old. (Another tale to be
told sometime in the future.) After the separation Grandmother, Dad and Louise moved to Albion, Idaho and lived with Grandmother's parents Edward and Sarah Hepworth. Also, living in Albion were Grandmother's brothers.
Cousin
Lee and Ardyth, Aunt Louise and Grandmother pictured on the right were the only
family I knew on my dad's side all the while I was growing up. Really, I was an adult with children before I ever met another Hepworth.
It
was different with my older brother Gary. He was best friends with one of
Grandmother's nephews John Clifford 'Jack' Hepworth. As you can see in the
photo below Gary is feeling pretty smug in the company of his first cousin (once removed.) Jack is nine years older than Gary. Gary told me
whenever he visited in Albion he was Jack's "shadow."
Grandmother's father Edward died in 1944. In 1947 her mother Sarah died. I'm not quite clear on what happened but after her mother died Grandmother no longer had
contact with her Hepworth relations.
It
was near this time (1947) that my Aunt Louise divorced her husband and moved in
with my grandmother in the Albion house. Louise continued
her education at the Albion Normal School and Grandmother took over the duties
of caring for Lee and Ardyth.
Grandmother had a handicap. Her right knee was stiff and she walked with this stiff leg as if she walked liked normal person. She never complained and I was so amazed as to how well she got around with only having one normal leg. It wasn't until I read in Dad's life history that I learned the reason for her handicap.
Dad writes "Mother had rheumatism for years 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."
Grandmother, Louise, Dad and Nana spent two winters in Santa Monica for the reason to help with Grandmothers condition with her stiff knee.
Dad mentions that the treatment did help but, only temporarily. "Dr. Openshaw came up with an idea of how to treat Mother's rheumatism. He built an oven which was made of bricks, mortar and electric wires, which covered her knee. She took treatments with her leg in this oven two times a day with a very hot temperature. After about a month of this type of treatment it was decided the oven was a failure. What really happened was that the oven dried up the fluid that was in the knee. Her knee went completely stiff and she had no movement in that knee for the rest of her life"
I have more to write about Grandmother which I will in the coming weeks.The person who knew her best is my cousin Ardyth.
The following is Ardyth's sentiments about Grandmother.
It's hard to put my feelings about Grandmother into words. She was always there in my life. I simply cannot remember a time when Grandma was not the one running our home front, while mother was either in school or working as a teacher, and at times her teaching was throughout multiple towns in Idaho. Mother worked hard, often late into the evening, but she could do that because Grandma was always there taking care of my brother and me. I remember being absolutely sure there was nothing in the world that Grandma couldn't do or explain to me. She was also a true force for change, as shown by her having worked as a young woman for the telephone company in Salt Lake City. Grandmother supervised all of the Salt Lake City telephone operators. Some years later she also did bookkeeping for the Albion State Normal School. I can still remember, even as a young child of 4 or 5, when the Director of Finance would stop at our home in Albion, Idaho, bringing with him a multitude of documents/books for Grandma to work on. Years later, when I began working, Grandmother, Mother, and myself would often treat ourselves to a Friday evening shopping excursion in the next town over, which was somewhat larger than the town we lived in. Grandmother had difficulty walking due to a stiff leg so, when we had to cross streets on those evenings, she would grab my arm and away we'd go at a pretty respectable rate of speed in order to make it across before the light changed. I still miss my dear Grandma.
Grandmother died at age 81 on 18 November 1968
Wednesday, July 15, 2015
It has been three months
since I have posted on my blog. I haven't given up, I have just been pre-occupied
with other activities. This is the first summer in a few years all of our
family has been 'HOME'. Well, not ALL - Earl and I have one other
daughter who lives many miles away with her husband and daughter.
I have always said "I
only blog about deceased people;" there are exceptions and this is the
exception.
Christopher returned from his
two year mission in Moscow Russia for the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day
Saints on 1 May which happens to be my birthday. Certainly made my day,
one I will never forget. Maddison, Adrian, and Oliver have been here for
several months and have just left for a job in Boston, MA. Oh My.
Cassidy, Nick, Knox and little Capri are here for the summer because Nick
is an instructor at a Community College and he has summers off. We are very
happy about that.
Since
our last family picture three years ago we have increased by two more beings. First,
Oliver who is not quite two then Capri who is ten months old. In the next six months two more
wonderful beings will join our family. One more baby girl in November
(Maddy and Adrian) and in January, Christopher will marry Inna in the Salt Lake
City Temple.
I
have been replaced as the Stake Family History Director and it couldn't have
happened at a better time. I will say though, the Family History calling
has been the best calling I have ever had. So many wonderful experiences
and wonderful people that I have had the privilege meet and to work with. .
And, I have learned so much. I do know the more you learn the more
you realize what you don't know. I have lots of plans in the next months
and it all has to do with doing more in Family History. I'm not getting
any younger and I need to ‘STEP IT UP.’
Oh!
About not getting any younger was vividly discovered by all the activities with
the family this summer. Come evenings (early evening) this Great
Grandmother was ready for rest.
In a few more weeks Christopher will be leaving for school and Cassidy and family will be
returning to their home in Wyoming.
Nicole will be starting another year teaching English. So grateful for the time we have been
together; summer 2015.
Renèe
Friday, April 17, 2015
TWINS AND MORE TWINS WITH SURNAME OF PETERSEN
The PETERSEN Twins.
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.
RENEE
Sunday, April 12, 2015
Tuesday, March 24, 2015
Cari year SIX.
Tuesday, March 17, 2015
"I'm not Irish or Catholic" says Verona.
Ten 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 Patrick's 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.)
What a surprise when Mother reached the other side to be greeted by IRISH ANCESTORS. In 2014 I took a DNA test through Ancestry.com. 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 Ancestry.com off.
IF it was so it would come from my mother's side.
The last time I went into the newFamilySearch.org 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 FamilySearch.org. 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 FamilySearch.org. 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 Ancestry.com 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.
Verona Shirley Perrins daughter of Edna Clare Phippen and Samuel Perrins: b 1914 - d 2006 Verona: Albion High School 1931 Verona 1983 |
IF it was so it would come from my mother's side.
The last time I went into the newFamilySearch.org 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 FamilySearch.org. 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 FamilySearch.org. 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 Ancestry.com 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.
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