FRANKS, King Chlotaire II

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• Name	FRANKS, Chlotaire
  Prefix	King
  Suffix	II
  Nickname	The Young
  Birth	Jun 584	Cambrai, Nord-Pas-de-Calais, France
  Christening	23 Oct 585	Nauterre, Ville-de-Paris, France
  Gender	Male
  _TAG	Temple
  Death	28 Sep 628	Paris, Seine, France
  Burial	St. Vincent, Paris, Seine, France
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  Person ID	I71758	Joseph Smith Sr and Lucy Mack Smith
  Last Modified	19 Aug 2021

  
  

  Mother	CHAMBRESIS, Queen Fredegund ,   b. 543, France, Lot-et-Garonne, Aquitaine, France France, Lot-et-Garonne, Aquitaine, Franced. DECEASED, St Vincent Abbey, Paris, Île-de-France, France (Age ~ 54 years)
  Marriage	568	France
  Family ID	F33795	Group Sheet  |  Family Chart

  
  

  Father	FRANKS, Prince Childebert ,   b. 519, Rheims, Marne, Loire-Alantique, France Rheims, Marne, Loire-Alantique, Franced. 561, Rheims, Marne, Loire-Alantique, France (Age 42 years)
  Mother	CHAMBRESIS, Queen Fredegund ,   b. 543, France, Lot-et-Garonne, Aquitaine, France France, Lot-et-Garonne, Aquitaine, Franced. DECEASED, St Vincent Abbey, Paris, Île-de-France, France (Age ~ 54 years)
  Family ID	F33510	Group Sheet  |  Family Chart

  
  

  Family	BURGONDIE, Bertrude ,   b. 586, Soissons, Aisne, Picardie, France Soissons, Aisne, Picardie, Franced. 618, St Pierre, Rouen, Seine Et Maritime, France (Age 32 years)
  Marriage	613	Metz, Moselle, France
  Children	2 sons
  1. FRANKS, King Dagobert I ,   b. 585   d. 639 (Age 54 years)   2. AQUITAINE, King Caribert II ,   b. 608, Aquitaine, France Aquitaine, Franced. 8 Apr 632, Blaye, Gironde, Aquitaine, France (Age 24 years)
  Family ID	F34300	Group Sheet  |  Family Chart
  Last Modified	24 Jan 2022

  
  

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  King of Neustria. In 617 he renewed the treaty of friendship that bound the Frankish kings with the kings of the Lombards. The Journal of Josephine Jarvis Milne Hamblin Redmond, Washington Jan. 1st 1981 I was born December 29th 1884 in St. George Washington County, Utah, My Father was David Minle, My Mother was Ann Catherine Jarvis. My Father was an artist, he was born in Dunkeld Scotland to John Milne and Elizabeth Billings on March My Mother was born in Stephney England to George Jarvis and Ann Prior. My Father was taught the painting by his Father John Milne he was known as was all of his Father & Sons, as the John Milne & Sons Artist painters. John Milne send David to England to purchace paints of all kinds & other things pertaning to their business, such as oils, linseed oil, brushes, & combes. These combes were used to do the fine painting such as graining. While he was in England he heard two Mormon missionarys singing. He went to where the singing came from, there was a large group of people gathered on one of the busy cornorn, he stayed & listened to the singing then the message these two men gave to the croud. They passed out some leaflets to those who wanted them. David took his home & read all of them, he was very impressed with them, He returned the next evening to the same place, but they were not there he finialy located them, he bought a Book of Morman. He finialy decided he had found what to him was most precious. He was baptized on . After returning to Scotland he spent his evenings reading & studying his new found treasure. His brother told his father how David was spending long hours each evening reading some trashy books, so his Father had David bring these books to him, his Father took the books from David & locked them in the book cabinet & forbid David of ever reading them again. David was not angery with his father but felt sad that he could not enjoy those messages. After father was married his Father asked him if he would like to go to New Zeland & open up a branch of the John Milne & Sons business. David was very happy at being sent to New Zeland. While in New Zeland Fathers wife contacted the dreadful desease of consumption, as it was then called. The Drs’ there told David they thought if Father took her to North America to a state there known as California, where the climate was mild & not much dampness his wife may improve rapidly. If they had landed in southern Calf. Instead of San Francisco they may never lived in Southern Utah, where we have the nicest mild weather in the winter months. After ariving in St. Geo. her health did improve and that is where he met & married my Mother. I was the seventh of eight children born to my parents. My Mothers parents were of very special people. Geo. Jarvis my Mothers Father belonged to the Queen Victoria’s royal navy, he was injured in the Crimeon was,having lost a big toe and blinded in his left eye, so he was grounded. The Queen stationed him on her Royal ship Victiory. Grand Father let his home in Stepheny to new members of the Church of Jesus Christ of later day Saints live in his home in Stephney until they saved up enough money to emigrate to Deseret in America. My Mother was 7 ½ years old when the Jarvis family landed in Boston. She said they played with children on Bunker hill, the Jarvis family volinteers to the President’s call in 1860 to go to the Dixie or cotton mission in Southern Deseret which later was named St. George. My Mother was baptized in Boston Bay. I have not been so glad all my life for my good parentage & of being born to my Parents. I think some times have I been as good as they wanted me to be & if I will be worthy of being with them in one of the mantichons in heaven. My Early life was one of great joy. My father was called away from home to go to Manti in Sanpete County, to paint the newly built Temple there. He wanted Mother to go with him, she said, “David you know we are expecting a new baby, & I would like to be at home, where I can have good help, & where my Mother is to help me with the family,” so that is why I was the cause of her not going with him because her reason was me. He left in April in time to go to Salt Lake City, in time for the April Confrence. So he took his wife Anna Hess & family with him. He was gone for nearly three years. When we knew he was coming home my brother Athole took me with him on old Tedy as we called the little donkey we had. We went a few miles easy of the little Town of Washington & when we saw a Covered Wagon coming down the dug way, Athole said we will wait here for them. We were so very anxious for them to get to us. I expecally as I had never seen my Father & then too a little new sister was born in Manti. When the wagon finialy came to where we were waiting, Father got down off the wagon & lifted me up & put me in the wagon, my half brother Kenneth climbed out of the wagon & rode the rest of the way home with Athole on Teddy. I remember he (Father put me in the back of the wagon & there I had a good time with my other little sisters, whom I had never seen. Their names were “Elizabet, (Beth) Jessie and little “Nan,” her name was Anna, but they called her “Nan.” how happy we were to get to ride home and play. When we arrived home Mother had a good chicken dinner, all ready for us. I can remember Mother had made dumplings instead of noodles. She said it was too much work to make noodles & that Aunt Anna as we called her, fathers wife who had been in Manti with him, made the best noodles. My brother George had gone to Manti with Father as he was learing to be a painter. While Father was in Manti, he had a new home built for Aunt Anna & family this home was across the street from our home. We were one big happy family. Mother had been busy all summer putting up fruit for her family also all that Aunt Anna & her family would need. I can remember how happy we were to help Mother with the fruit. We had ttwo Fig trees on Mothers lot & we children help her pick the figs we helped spread the ones she dried, both white & dark ones. She then, when they were dry, packed them in large boxes which she lined with clean cloths, put a layer of dried figs & covered them with white sugar, then another layer of figs, & so on until the boxes were full, then covered them with a clean new peice of cloth & tacked it over the top of the box & then they were put on large shelves in our celler, which today is called basements. In our day we knew nothing of cement. Our celler had rock walls and two small windows on one side, it had a beautiful large fire place in one end. there were three large cross bars in the middle of the celler where our pans of milk was put after the milk had been put into them When the cream raised on the top of the milk it was put into a large wooden churn, that had a lid to fit the top, the lid had a hole in the center & shallowed out so as the cream thichened from the churning it would go back down into the churn. After some time the cream separated into chunks of butter & a liquid called butter milk, the chunks of butter were taken out of the liquid & put into a large wooden bowl & then we used a wooden paddle to press the butter milk out & the better was then mixed with a small amount of salt then put into a wooden press which held a pound of butter. This press had a pretty pattern carved on the press which was pushed down onto the plates & large platters & was then ready for use. I remember Mother sold quite a lot of butter & every tenth pound was taken to the Tithing office. Also every 10th squash out of the garden as well as cucumbers & onions, melons, ears of corn & every 10th bunch of radishes. I remember when Mother had us children help her gather these vegetables, & she was sorting them in size she put every 10th one in the wheel barrow to go to the Tithing office she called my brother Athole to take it to the Bishops store house or tithing office & Athole said he wasn’t going to take it until Mother took out the smaller ones & put larger one in their place. She told him he would do as she told him, so finially he took them, when he came back he said “Mother, Bro. Chalander, & Sister Ide took most of the small ones, she said I am sure they would be taken by people who lived alone or they would go without, because they could not use the large ones before they would spoil after being cut into. You can understand why when you are a grown man & have a family. He said I was afraid they would not escept the small ones, & I’d have to bring them back. My Father had bought four lots all on the south west & south corner of the block, so they had a large garden & a small peice of alfalfa which they cut & fed the two Jersey cows they had. We also had on our lots besides the fig trees, plum, June apples, currants bushes, rasberries & a quince tree. During the winter months Mother moved her kitchen to the south east room of the house where she had the sun to help keep us warm this was to save the burning of wood which was quite expensive to buy as it had to be hawled from Mt. Trumble in Arizona, or Pine Valley Mts. St. George at this time had about two thousand people living there. The climate was wonderful in the Spring, fall, & winter but very hot in summer. In the Spring Mother would move her kitchen back to the north west where the house was some cooler, She had The boys help her build a small out door room, where she had her stove moved out too. This little kitchen had no sides but lattash sides they were covered with English Ivy which kept it cooler. Here she did all of her cooking, baking, bottling her fruit, & any others as jams & jellies. we had no launs growing in our yard at this time. Water was scarce & could only be used for nesecities. Our bath water was used to scrub out door porches “out house” called “Privies.” These were kept as clean as possible. When I was going on nine my Father took real sick, this I must pass by, to first tell of Father taking the job painting the new Tabernacle & Asembly Hall in Salt Lake City. He left St. George taking Mother & my baby brother Joseph & my self with them, we traveld by team to Milford which was the end of the railroad at that time. A young lady, Harrit Carter was going to Salt Lake City also, so Father paid her passage if she would help Mother with us children because Mother was not very well. We arrived in Salt Lake City in time for April Conference. Father rented an old Lumber house quite close to the Salt Lake Temple, & the new Asembly building, this home was on fourth South & West Temple Street. We only used the old house to cook our food do our washing iorning & other things nesseary to be done in a home. He rented a large bed room in the house from the people who rented him the other building. I remember the first night we were there, & it became dark, Father put the light out & let me look out of the window which faced the big beautiful City, lights of many colors & the beautiful huge Salt Lake was like a picture, as there were many people out there swiming, they looked like little children. Father took me to the April Confrence with him. I remember he went up on the stand & left me on the 1st bench. I was so scared as the people by me were no one I ever had seen. I remember I went to sleep & when they were singing it woke me & I was in the arms of a stranger. After the meeting Father took me home fixed dinner & left me with Mother & went back to the afternoon session. My first year in school was while we were in Salt Lake City. I remember the School house was quite a ways from our home. I had to walk across large planks that were put over the big ditches to me, but were drains going out to the Lake carring the water & waste from the homes & other places. Years later while Ed, my husband was working for the Union Picific we were to Salt Lake City. At this time Mother was living there with my brother E. J. Milne who was the Judge of the third Udishel Court. She took me out to the old place the Mac Glocken home where we had lived when I was a child. I neve could have found it my self after all of those years. But I still remembered the old adobi house it was in a bad condition needed much reparing & painting. The Boston Building a beautiful Hotle had been built on the corner where I had to cross the terrible drain. The New House Hotel was built at this time on Main & Fourth So. Back tracking in remembering, before we went to Salt Lake City, Mother had made me a cute red velvet dress, & a hood to go with it, both the dress & the Hood, had smocking on them. The dress across the frount the youke from shoulder to the other shoulder, the pretty sky color blue was used to do the smocking, it was so pretty on the red dress. There was some other roomers there I remember a Mr. & Mrs. Katty, they had no children & would take me with them out to the beautiful big Lake, they would go in swiming in the Lake & let me sit on the sand & watch them swim, after they were thru swiming they would take me to a large tent to see the men & women doing their perforics on the trapees, swing a long way out in the top of the tent & back again. On one of those visits they bought me a doll it was the first real doll I had ever had. Mother used to make us dolls out of old worn out towels, she made curly hair out of yarn & shoe buttons for the eyes, & made them cute little dresses out of fathers’ old shirts, This doll had a read china head, with sunshing color hair & the arms & legs were of pure china, the eyes were not buttons, it was very much like the Barbie dolls of today. To me it was the most beautiful doll in the World. I loved it like I loved my baby brother. I can see it with its beautiful dress of dotted swiss, which stood out as if it had hoops under it like the ladies were wearing. I took such good care of it, & after we returned to St. George, mabey a year or two later, the doll was so new looking & pretty as the day Mr. & Mrs. Katty gave it to me. I naturall was so anxious to show it to my Grand mother, Ann Prior Jarvis. So I ask mother if I could take it & show it to Grand ma. Mother wraped it in a nice clean white towel, saying be sure & don’t drop it in the dirt on your way. I took my darling doll & went skipping over to show it to Grandma, she took the doll in her hands, looked at it with as much love as I gave to it, still holding my doll she went into her bed room & when she came out, she had her bonnet on, she said to me “come we are going to see your little cousin Annie, Annie is real sick & I want her to have this doll, so she will get well & not die. Of course I never thought that she meant to give my doll to Annie for keeps, & that I would never have my doll any more. But that is what happened. Emigan if you can how I felt to-ward my Grand mother, Annie did get well but some thing died in me, in the loss of my doll. Years & years later I could see why I had to part with my precious doll. It taught me a lesson I never forgot. “Unsilfshisness,” am grateful to my Grandmother for that beautiful lesson, Do unto others as you would have them do unto you. Annie was several years younger than I & took real good care of my doll as I would have done. We had many times talked about the doll & as far as I know the precious doll is still as beautiful now after all these years, but where it is I do not know, but this I do know Annie was given some thing to live for after Grandmother gave her my doll. Our lives here on this beautiful earth, has many changes, we experience many things that help to make us good or bad. My father died July the 5th 1895, just five months before my 9th birthday. He had been real sick for many years. he had what is known as painters consumpison. He had been bedfast for several years, Mother was forced to go out & do all kinds of work to keep her family. She went out & did all kinds of work especiall to care for the sick. Father was left to the care of the older boys, Athole & E. J. (Erastus Jarvis his middle name, in fact Father gave each one of us the Jarvis, as it was Mothers’ last name, before she married Father. There were eight children born to my Mother & Father, The oldest David, or as he was always called little Dave, he died from, Typhoid fever when he was only seven year old, he was born in 1871, Susan next 1873, George 1875, & Athole 1877, Erastus J. 1879, Margaret or as we called her Maggie in 1881, myself 1884, & last Joseph in 1889. All of them have passed on & are back where they came from. My brother Athole lived to be only a few months from his One Hundredth Birthday. I am the only one of the eight children living. I am wondering Why I was the last to live so long? But I thank my Father in Heaven to let me live on to see the great & wonderful changes in this day. I have had the privelidge to shake hands with every President of this great Church from Joseph Fielding Smith to our beloved President Kimble. Also many other great Leaders. I also had the privelidge to shake hands, with our United States, President Harding when he visited Utah, & came down to see our great Southern Utah Canyons. Also my children some of them had the same experience as did my husband. (Backtracting again I was baptized in the St. George temple in 1892 or 93. I was married in this beautiful Temple June 12th 1907 to Edwin Obed Hamblin a great nephew of Jacob Hamblin the aposle to the Laminites. He was know as the Peacemaker to the Indians of Southern Utah Arizona & Nevada. He did a great work with the Indins in making Peace treaties with the Navahoes the Shivets, & many other tribes. (There was a tribe calle Shem they were very friendly with the Pioneers) My first school teacher was “Bell” or rather Isabell McArthur,my second Teacher was Edith Ivins, sister to our beloved Pres. Anthony Ivins, My third Edith again My 4th & 6th Zadie Walker her brother Joseph was my 7th He was very strick & forceful with us teenagers, which was very good for us even if we didn’t know at the time, (I remember Melvin Harmon was my fifth School Teacher. Sorry I made this mistake.) John T. Woodbery my eight teacher he was so kind & good to us. I think we learned more from him than we knew at that time. At this time of our lives St. George had been devided into four Wards. East, West, So. & Norths we went to School in the different Ward Church buildings & in the St. Geo. Court house, the old McQuarrie Store & the Frank Foster Store or where ever there was a place avalible. Rose Sylvester was one of my teacher, also she was my Aunt by marriage. She married my Mothers brother George Jarvis his pural wife, they had no children, I suppose she was more strict with me or at least I thought she was. We were going to school in the 1st Ward house & a new girl from Parowan came to our Ward & school, She & her sister had been brought from England with her Uncle who had been on a mission there. One of the boys who sat in the seat behind us, unbraided her hair & then bradied it over the bench we were sitting on & when we were dismisted for recess she got up or tried to but fell back because of him braiding her hair around the bench. After recess we came back & he reached over her shoulder & spit on her slate & rubbed her work out. At this time we only had our slates to put our work we had no paper only our slates & pencils to do our work on. She was a very timid girl & I guess because she was my seat mate I thought it my place to fight her battles as well as my own. I told him if he didn’t leave her alone I’d give him a good old tharshing, he continued to bother her so at recess, I took after him & threw him down on the ground and gave him a good beating, at that time I would fight a buzz saw if I thought I should. Well the big boob went into the school house with a bloody nose & told Aunt Rose what I had done to him & when we went in after recess, Aunt Rose made me go up where her desk was & made me stand on one leg for an hour. She watched me & every time I changed legs she would swat me with her ruler. When school was out & we were going home she called to me & said, “Don’t you tell your Mother what happened to-day. Well I didn’t tell Mother as I knew she would punish me for being unlaidy like, but when she was helping me with my bath she saw the welts on my legs & made me tell her how & why they were there. She was angry with Aunt Rose & went to see her & took me with her to show Aunt Rose my legs. She told Aunt Rose she was going to report it to the Trustees & she did not care if she (Aunt Rose) lost her teaching job. Mother said when my children do things they need punishing for you let me do the punishing. Mother was very angry but she & Aunt Rose talked & talked until it was dark but when they were thru with all the ins & outs they understood each other. Mother kept me home from school for the rest of that week. I sure had some real bad black & blue bruises on both legs. Years later the Smith family moved with about 60 other families out to White Pine a new place the L. D. S. Church opened in far off Nevada. Art & I never saw each other again until we were married & had children of our own. We met again in St. George where we both went to our Fruit Fefstiable & Sept. Conference. We had a nice visit & talked of things we did as children We both regreted missing so many of our friends of long ago, but enjoying that we had lived to meet each other again. We both had seen many changes in the groth of St. George we could walk about never knowing hardly one we met. Of course the city was very much the same, his home was now added on to & made into a Hospital. My home was about the same. We were both with our own families staying in Motels, which were plentiful. we met on the block where the Beautiful Tabernacle was, the South half of the block had many large Tables, filled with luscious fruits & delicious food that was there for all who came, to the festival to enjoy, Oh what a wonderful gathering of old & yes new friends we found as we mixed with those there. It was thrilling to have some one come up by you, put their hands on your shoulders & turn you around & say guess “Who?” some we could make the right guess, but others neither was sure, but enjoyed it even tho the guess wasant right. Oh what a day to remember. This one especially was to celebrate St. Georges’ One hundred year Birthday. I am the only one living of the croud I went around with. Ivy, (Oliver Stratton) died quite some months eairler. He had married my very dearest girlfriend Josephine Foremaster they were first cousins, she did not live to be very old so was a beautiful young looking girl in death. (Veva was living in Murray as I was) He, Ivy as we all called him, came to see me while I was living with my daughter Veva while my house was being cleaned & painted she lived in what is called The Cove, it is off 45 So. & about 300 East. at least that is where we had to go turn off 45th So. go north a block or two & turn into the Cove. It is a beautiful place to live & is a very selective place where one must be good elderly people spend their older years in safty as it is pertroled all thru the night hours by police to protect the elderly. I think Veva will be 70 in the coming Spring in fact March 19th in 1982. Any way she was born in 1912, she was out second child our 1st was Merlin he was drowned in 1913 or14 am not sure after all these years. I played all sorts of games during my girl hood years. I belonged to an all girl bace ball team, we played with the hard bace ball as did the boys & men. The bases were the same length. Our team was never defeated, we played with other girl teams from Arizona & Nevada. I was catcher, none of the other girls would play behind the bat, they were afraid of being hit with the bats as the batter some time would throw the bat any where just so they could run & not worry about where the bat fell. We used the men team equiptment so we did not have to buy other smaller ones for our selves. Our Manager Mr. Robins on from New York who was Supertend for the Apex Mining Co. would train us every evening till it was dark to see. If any of us got angry because we thought the Umpire called a play we thought wasn’t wrong & we talked back he would call us out & give us a good talking to, he said each none of you leave all calls for me to handle. We sure were taught the to obey the rules. I think our hardest team we played was from Panaca, Lincoln Co. Nevada. How ever they used the large soft ball & their bats were large flat ones they never used any gloves or masks to protect them. But as they challenges us, we had the preference to choose the equipment we were used to. I felt so sorry for the catcher, she had the most terrible swoolen hands after the game was over because of the hard ball. We Dixie girls may have lost that game had we had to use the soft ball as it could not be sent as far when hit by their bats. I can still to this day see her swoolen hands, but she surly was game, she never made a complaint, her name was Lynn Reno. I met her many years later after we were married & Ed’s 3 sisters & 2 bros went to the Panaca hight School & we would go from our home in Josseco to visit the family in Panaca. Father Ebed Edwin had passed away so Mother Margaret took for children to Panaca to High School. The children had a Grade School on the Glen Edwin Ranch where they lived. Back tracking again, my girl hood days in Sunny Dixie we so very special to me my girl friends were Kate Judd she married Wilfor Thompson, Kate Bleak she married Joseph McAllister he was the music instructer at the Dixie College & he was some 8 or 9 years older, but they were very happy & she sure made him a good wife & fit right in with the older class of people that he was working with. Both Kate Judd & Kate Bleak married & had children before I. All the boys in St. George were like a large melon patch, you touch one & the whole patch would wiggle. I was related to nearly every boy my age in town. I wanted my children to have new blood in them. In fact three of my 1st cousins wanted me to marry, but “no,” I said, go find some one with new blood & give our children fresh blood. You know they did & were real glad they found such wonderful companions Thomas Cottam, went to Provo to school at the B. Y. U. He met a girl there, who seemed to take a shine to him. After he finished his schooling of 2 or 3 years, he finialy decided he would build him a house. He with the help of his Father & Brothers built a beautiful home, “now said he to them I think I will go up to Brigham City & ask Anna to be my wife.” Apparently he had her in mind all the time. She had a charming persionality a pretty face & as they had kept in touch with each other & he had a beautiful home to bring a bride too. Poor Thomas his dreams were not to be as beautiful as he planed. Anna was a very different woman, than she was a girl. Thomas had planed for his lovely home to have children to help make it realy a home. He thought Anna had the same planes. But no there was never a thought of children in her life, in fact she never planed a husband either. He brought her to this beautiful home, after they were married in either the Logan or Salt Lake City Temple, am not sure which one. After 9 or 10 yers of life with Anna, he decided there was no happiness for him there. She had all he owned his 10 acher farm she persuaded him to sell, so the home could be filled with beautiful funiture. He was a good carpenter, he had taken a contract to build some homes down on what was known as down Mis way. She finialy sold the beautiful home & went back to Brigham City telling him she never wanted to see him again. After all was said & done it was for the best for Thomas. Am not sure which one got the divorse, but it surly gave Thomas freedom. He finialy married a Miss Levitte whom he met down the river. She was part Indian, her mother was a full blood Indian girl raised by Uncle Dudly Levitte & wife. Then in later years Uncle Dudly married the girl whom he & his wife has raised. So Thonas found real happiness at last & the last I knew of him he was still living down on the river & had 3 beautiful sons. He sent us a picture of his sons, & they realy were fine looking boys. So that was the first of my cousins who ask me to marry him. The second one was Frank Jarvis, his Father was my Mothers’ oldest Bro. My middle name was Jarvis, so I said to Frank You really should find some one who would not be, Jarvis, Jarvis & so one to the end of time & eternity. He did he had a lovely wife, but left her a widow, as he developed D and died a young man. My third cousin was Ruel Jarvis he was the son of my Mothers’ adoped brother Charles Defrize Jarvis, & Mothers sister Maggie. Grandfather George Jarvis adopted Charles while he was a young boy in England, so he could bring him to America, with them when they joined the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter days. Ruel married a Miss Hamblin from Kanab, Kane County out in the south east cornor of Utah. I think life has been very good to all of us, although we had many unhappiness, in our young life, still there was a lot of happiness & Joy to make us know, as the son My Grandmother Jarvis taught to me. Life is not always plesant, It is not always Pain, it is not always sun shine, It is not always rain. Charles Defreze Jarvis, Married my Mother’s sister Margaret Jarvis They moved to Arizona to live. They had a lovely Family. Their oldest daughter Margaret compiled the beautiful Jarvis Book. She spent many years in gathering the records she compiled & had the Book printed. I bought one for each of my children & one for my self. But I don’t know what happened to mine. How I would enjoy it to-day. My two oldest children died, Merlin the oldest was drowned in the Clover creed, He was 5 yrs. old in September 25th 19013 & was drowned Jan 26th of 1914. we were living in Barkley Lincoln County Nev. at the time. It was his first year in school. His school teacher a Miss Dumpthy took real sick & the Dr. who came to our little town, from Calintie Nevada, to attend to her said she would have to be taken to a Hospital because she would have to have an operation for Apendeitis. He said she would have to go to Salt Lake City or Los Angeles, the next passenger train would take her that evening to Salt Lake City. Ed was doing the evening chores, but took Merlin with him & went over to the railroad where he would help the other men lift her (she was on a cot) onto the Bagage car. A work train had pulled in a mile below our little town & the men from there came up to get on the train, which had to be Flaged down at this pirticular place so all passengers had to get on. These fellows told the men who were there if they wanted to go & do their feeding their stock, they would lift the school teacher on the train. This was a nice thing for them to do. Dad (Ed) left Merlin with a Mrs Hansen who was there with her children & she said she would watch him & see he got home saftly. This she did or at least seen he got over the creek O.K. After the train left a young man a bro. to our neighbor Mrs Young said he would see he got to the correl where Ed was feeling & milking the cows. Mrs Hansen said she watched until Martin (the young man) had taken Merlyn by the hand along with his Sisters children & took him to the correl. When Ed & Uncle Lawson Athison came in with the buckets of milk, I said “Where is Merlyn Ed said isent he here, I said no. They set the buckets of milk on the table, I went out on the porch & called Merlyn & I thought I heard him ans. me from the correl but could not see him & when I called no anser. Then I thought he must have answered me from Mrs Hansens’ home, so I went on down the creek & as I was crossing the large bridge stringer we used to get across the creek, when the water was high, a voice said Merlyn is in the water, I didn’t believe or heed the voice but continued over to the Hansen home & Mrs Hansen said she watched Martin until he got all the children across the stringer & had taken Merlyn to the correl. I dashed back & went to the Young home & Martin said he took Merlyn to the corell, & he heard Ed tell Merlyn to go on up to the House. You can emagine the comfushin that took place after that. All the men in our little Village took their lanterns (Coleman) & went to find him. You ask why I did not go over to the train, with Merlyn, I knew Ed was going over to help lift Miss Dunfey on the train & my baby (Veva) had a terrible cold & dident think she should be taken out in the bitter cold. But you will never know how I felt, that I didn’t go. I went back to the house to tell Ed that I could not find Merlin, & as I said I had to stay in with a sick baby. They searched up & down the creek on both sided thinking he might have crawled out of the creek. About a mile below, in fact the rail road had fenced the track on both sides because it was cattle country & it was cheeper to fence the track in than to pay for killed cattle which happened all the previous years. As I said about a mile below the crossing at which place the train stopped, there was a side track where the trains were stationed when another train was coming, at this point the wire fence also crossed the creek, & the wire caught all sorts of heave trash that was in the water & had made a large dam of trash & sand, & as the water fell over this dam it made quite a deep hole in the creek, which was call the old swimming hole. Well Mr Young in his excitement cut the wire & naturly all the trash & sand fell into that old hole. The men turned the water out of the creek above the swiming hole, the next morning. It was Monday night when Merlin was missing They searched all day Tues, Wens, & Thursday. even out on the hills. I told them I thought Merlin would not go out in the hills at that late hour. The Railroad sent a car load of horses men & provisions to serch good. On Wensday they turned the water back into the creek. Thursday night my brother Joseph & my brother in law came in from St. George to help serch. Joe said “Sis, do you feel satisfied with all that has been done in serching for Merlin,”? I said yes, with the exception of the old swiming hole, where they found his little red top. This little red top had been given him at Christmas, it was in a little stocking one each being given to each child by the Prymary origination in Panaca, where we had spent Christma with Eds. family where the children were going to high school. I told him they found it flooting on the water in the old swiming pool. He had asked for it many times but I could not find it. I started a fast & prayed & prayed to my Heavenly Father to send us a signe as to his where abouts. So naturly I thought that was a signe sent to let us know of his where abouts. Joe said, Sis, we will go into the hole & dig to China if we have to. As I said the water was turned back into the creed but Joe flaged a train down & went down to Calintie & rented a pump. When he returned they began pumping the water out of the hole, as Will my brother in law & the others began getting what water they could with the buckets while Joe was gone for the pump. It was bitter cole & the men had to leave & go into the car on the side track, to warm & dry as much as possible their wet frozen clothes, their gloves especally. When Joe returned about 11 oclock on a freight train they could make faster progress. About some where between five & six a clock our School Bell began ringing. This is where the men were staying during all this time I ran to the door & wondered why the bell was ringing not having been told it was to let all men looking in the hills & meadow lands or where ever they were, that the little Merlins’ body was found. When I saw them carring that little body into our yard, I knelt down and thanked Heavenly Father who had been merciful enough to let us have that little darling body to be where we knew it was. I thought the day he was born, was the most happy day, I was happy it was true, but the day his little body was found after 5 days you can see why that was the happiest of any other. This all happened about the same time that the little Linberg child had been kidnaped so many thought he Merlin had been kidnaped. Wouldent it have terrible to have never know where his little body was. Eli Edwards,my brother Joe, & Claude Atachin, were all down in the hole. they dug many sand bags out that had fell into the hole when the wire was cut. Claude told me later that his little body was directly under where his little top was floating. He said at first they had found another sand bags, but my brother said put at what you just pulled on, I think I saw flesh. So they did & sure enough it was our darling Merlins little body. When Merlin was sick one time I took him to my Grandfather George Jarvis to adamister to, In the sealing of the anointing Grandfather said “you Merlin” are only loaned to your earthly parents for a short time. Oh how I thought I’ll garde him every minute. “But God moves in a misterous way his wonders to performe. “I will always feel he was to pure to live on this earth.” I thought I watched over him well but I let him go across to the train & did not go with him. This was the chance for the angle of death to fulfill his mission Ed from that day until the day he died put all of the blame on himself. I feel no one was realy to be blamed. Our home seemed so empty, but the saddest part was hearing our baby girl Veva going from room to room calling “Murie” “Murie,” she missed that little brother so much. At his little furneal, our very dear old neighbor from the Terry Ranch, came & we asked him to talk, in his talk he said, “Ed you and Josephine much not greive to much to too long,” because God let you give to Merlin a beautiful body, & that body was filled with a special spirit, now God has called him home, now its up to you to see you live so you will be worthy of raising him as you can in the spirit world, “If you live good clean lives & keep the commandments of God. Oh how I try to do all I can to be able to have that great privilidge. I was pregrant at this time & I will tell you we were so happy to know there would be given to us another dear little child. On Aug. 22nd our little son Duane, was sent to us, he was a beautiful fair haired little chap, his eyes were a very deep blue & looked at us with such love, how happy we were he was sent to us. and also he helped to fill the lonliness in our home, and what a joy to little Veva, she now had another little brother whom she thought was hers alone. I must tell here Duane was born Aug. 22nd 1914. I am such an old muddler, I never finish things as I should. At the time Merlin was taken from us, Ed had hired Uncle Lawson Atchaian, & his nephew Claude, to help him, Our hay crop was a very heavy one & Ed had a chance to sell a car load, so he had to have help. That is why Lawson & Claude were living with us, at the time Merlin was drowned, to help him bail the hay. At our Glen Edwin Ranch about 15 or 20 miles north east of (Joseco, where we were living,) & Where Eds’ Father & his family also his Grandfather Edwin, & his daughter Kate were living, we raised a wonderful lot of corn, squash, pumpkin, beets, carrots, the Lazy Wife white beans, the red mecian beans also Lima. We would go over & help with the gardening, such as weeding & thinning, in the fall when the crops needed harvesting, we would help with that. We pulled the beans & pulled all the beans off the bushes, & put them on a large canvas & beat them with willow sticks, to thrash the beans out of the pod, then gather them up in milk pans, & tip the pan so the beans would fall out on the canvas, & the wind would blow the trash out, then before they were put into 50 lb sacks we would pick out any & all trash that the wind did not blow out. Nearly every year we would harvest from (500,) five hundred, to ten hundred pounds of beans. We had a good market for every bean we could harvest. After we were married Ed, his Father & Grandfather built a lovely new four bedroom house, where before we all lived in Grand Fathers old house at this time, There were three families living the one house. Grandfather Edwin, his dau. Kate an unmarried (daughter woman,) Eds’ Father Obed Edwin, and his family of 3 daughters & 3 sons, then Ed & I. So we were happy when we had the new home to move into. I suppose I should give you the names of Eds’ bros & sisters. The oldest dau. Was Veva but she passed away, about fourteen years of age. Bertha, who married Heber Grant Ivins, son of our dear President Anthony Ivins, Olive Jane, who married Ralph Callaway of Panaca, Nev. Iseabell the youngest dau. Bell married Ray Elsmore. The three sons were Guy, Angus who died quite young then La Verl. We were a very happy family. In the fall of the year after all of the Ranch work was finished, Ed & I moved up to the Rail Road Pump station, called Acoma, Acoma was only a Station where the trains had to stop & take on water. Ed took the job to pump the water to the huge tank. We lived in a box car, that had been taken off the wheels & set on the wooded ties, that the rails were put on for the train to pass over. Our home was about 2 miles east of the Railroad Station, where the huge water tank was. also there was a lovely large Station house built for the Station Master a Mr. Benton, his wife & 2 sons, Jon & Green & a cute little daughter Cornelia. Mrs. Benton also had an eight hour shift as she could take care of as well as her husband, his name was Sill. Then there was another large house for the Section Boss name Dick Shaffer, his wifes name was Dora, they had 3 children, Then there we 3 more houses for the other Sexton who run east to crest line, & the other 2 rather much larger that housed the sexton crews who did the repairing & keeping the tracks in good condition. All of the sexton crews were either Japs or Mexican men. The sexton Boss who had the east line was a Jap, he had his wife & two or three children. He was called Jonnie, He came up to the pump station one night & wanted us to teach him how to write, read & speak English, He said he would pay us in rice. Well we told him we would do the best we could, but he didn’t have to pay us. We tried to explain we were happy to have some one to help us have company, as we would not see any one who could talk or visit with for weeks at a time. Can you emagine nearly every thing in your house filled with rice? Well ours was dishes & even pillow slips. He was a real good student he learned real fast. After he learned to read & write & speak after a fashion, he sent to Japan for his wife & baby. He asked us to give her an American name, so Ed said Mary, & what a lovely lady she was & little Mary was a doll. We lived at the Station for five years. on week ends, Ed & I would walk down to the Glenedwin Ranch about 7 miles & Jonnie would watch the water for us & if the wind mill couldn’t keep the tank full, he Jonnie would start the Franklin Morse engin in the pump house, So we had a real nice friend in Jonnie. Our box car house would get real hot in the summer so Ed built a place out side of the house & we put our stove out there during the hot summer months. One morning I had our breckfast ready & waiting for Ed to come up from the pump house where he was cleaning it up real good as we heard thru the Station that an inspection group would be there that day. I left my bacon & eggs on the hearth of the stove out side to keep warm until Ed would come. So when he came I went out side to get our bacon & eggs, can you emagine they were not there. I called Ed he came out & looked around & saw cyotie tracks in the yard. The dirty theif had eaten our breckfast. So the next morning I cooked our bacon & eggs & put them in the oven which was not hot, I came in the house & got the shot gun & waited for Mr. Cyotie, he came & I shot at him thru the screan door & he took off yapping good & loud, & he was limping. Ed heard the shot & came runing up from the pump house not far away. He reloaded the gun & followed the poor wounded coyotie & found him & put him out of his misery. I leaned a lesson so did the poor coyotie, him to late, but I learned never take chances & wait until Ed came, before cooking bacon & eggs. Ed skined his hide & sent it & had it made into a nice floor rug. How I enjoyed walking on it, & then too it made a very pretty rug. Ed took a contract to furnish the Rail Road with cedar posts, which the Rail Road used to fence the tracks as this was cattle range & the Rail Road Co., was having to pay for cattle killed, they decided it was cheaper than haveing to pay for cattle killed it also some times kept them out of court. After breckfast Ed would take his ax & lunch & be gone all day. I was lift alone with little Merlin & I was scared all the time, because there were so many bums, (tramps) traveling over the Rail road lines on foot, & they all ways stoped in & bumed food & drink from the Ranchers & of course Railroad people who lived by the tracks. One day a big burly looking bum came by, I was alone & he came & banged on the door. I was so scared, but did not ans. his banging. He kept it up until he woke Merlin, I finialy opened a window a little ways & asked him what he wanted, he said “food & it had better be plenty.” I said go down about a mile there is a commisery where you can buy it. He said I don’t have any money, I said they will give you work to pay for it He said “I am too tired & hungry & cant go any farther,” I said too bad but we cant feed you fellows. I closed the window & got the gun handy in case he tried to break a window. I don’t know which was the most scared him or me. Any way he sat down on the porch & said give me a drink they mabey I can make it to the station. I told him there was a tap at the end of the house, he said I need a cup, I said then go down to the station. He sit down again. Oh how I prayed Ed would come but of course I knew he wouldn’t, so we both waited. But do you know I soon was helped by my neighbor on one of the Ranches. She came to get a start of yeast. She was Mrs Benton the Rail Road Stations wife & she soon got rid of him. She was not afraid of him & he knew it. Mr Benton had taken up a peice of ground north east of the pump house & They had built a nice house on it & Mrs Benton & the two boys were staying there during the day time. They finialy hired a man to run the Rance. It was hard on Mrs Benton to try to clear the large sage brush off the land. She had cleared enough so they could plant a garden. The Bentons were from Tennessee. After they retired from the Rail Road they sold their Ranch & moved into Salt Lake City. I haven’t heard from them for at least 40 years. They bought a lovely little farm in Sandy Utah. Cornelia their daughter was teaching school & living with her parents. The boys both had married & had lovely homes & were working for them selves as farmers. The last I heard from them Cornelia, was still unmarried. The Dick Shaffer family when he retired from the Rail Road went to Garland Utah. Dick invented a weeder which he panted as well as the trap nest, so he was doing real well. Can’t say anything more about Jonnie the Jap fellow he was still on the rail road. All of these people were some of our very dearest friends. Oh how I wish I knew more about them. I do know Dick & Dora are both laid to rest in East Garland Utah. Many years have past & our lives have been so different as we scattered from dear old Acoma. Ed & I moved to Barclay so we could take care of the meadow, & had a nice little home there, We were very happy to be where we were off the Rail Road job. However we missed our dear friends & our in come, At that time Ed was getting $60.00 sixty dollars a mo. But we had saved a neat little amount, so did not suffer to badly for some things we needed. Our little house was a lumber house, it was lined in side with oil cloth & the celing was a cloth called factory, We white washed the celing every year, it kept all dust & hot summer sun & the cold of winter out. We had a large fire place in the frount room. Our furniture was mostly home made. However Ed sent to Montgomery Ward & had 2 nice iron beds, which were more comfortable to sleep in than the home made ones. These new beds had good springs where the home made ones were boards. In Barclay, there were six families. They were all cattle men. The rail road, & the medow creek run parall with each other thru our little hwy. Our calf range & correl also ran parall with the rail road. Grand father Lyam Wood a real nice old fellow lived in a big two story house. His daughter Roxey who had married Thomas Terry, was living with him as he was alone, his wife was gone to a better home above, I did not have the privelige of knowing her, she died about 3 weeks before Ed & I were married. I think I was one very blessed person to have know Lyam Wood, I enjoyed him very much, He told me of his life when he was a young man, He told me he was raised side by side to the Profit Joseph Smith, & how he used to play Spats & Spures with Joseph. I case you children who read this may not know what Spats & Spurs game is, I will tell you, because we used to play it when I was a kid. We would draw numbers from 1 to 10. Then lined up in a long line, Number 1 would get down on his or her hands & knees, number two would then run & put hands on the back of number one & jump over his or hers, back & as we went over their backs, we would give him a spat with one hand & a kick with our keels on his rear, number 2 would then get down on his knees & & each one behind in line then would do the same until all have gone over each one, some times the line would go for quite a long one, as kids would see the game in progress & would come & join in the fun, after all had had his turn, No one would then take his turn & the line would go over & over until we finialy were to tired to play any more, sometimes the game would go around the block or mabey go straight. We nearly always played out in the street. It was so much fun. If you have never played it, why not try it just for the fun. Also Lyman told me of the poney the profit had. He said they would ride it for hours at a time, & that Joseph said he loved his poney as much as any one & that he would have his poney in the other world. Lyam said he knew what Joseph said was true, that Joseph was a very honest boy & that he never said an angry word no matter what happened. Lyman said no know will ever know how much I loved Joseph, he often would put his hand our & say this hand has shaken with the young Profit, Joseph Smith, may it do all possible to to help my decendents to follow in his foot steps. God bless his memory, he always ended his talk to me of the Profit Joseph. This is things Lyman Wood told me in 1907. He was the Grandfather to Orilla Hafen & Erma Holt these two girls will be remembered by Veva & Edna. In 1919 Sept. we sold out to a man named Willard Simpkins & his son Waldo. We were expecting a new baby, so we moved to St. George Wash. Co., Utah. Our baby a son was born Nov. 26th 1919 he was a beautiful child, he was so dear, how we enjoyed him. His father said we will name him “Franklin Obed.” Obed for my father & Franklin for my bro. Guy Franklin. What a joy he was & filled our hearts with love & happiness. He grew to fulfill so many promishes to us. No wonder we had so much to be thankful for. He opened up the way for 2 more lovely sons to come to make us a very happy happy family. On Dec. 22nd 1923 our son Lee Milne was born, & on Mar. 18th 1927 Erastus Jay arrived to complete our family. These three boys were so wonderful all loved sports & were some of the great sports of their High School, Murray High. How proud we were to watch them during their grade & High School years. I must retract & go back to our two girls who came to bless our home. Veva the oldest was born Mar. 19th 1912 & Edna July 29 1917. Both girls were very eager to improve their education. Both were real interested in making them selves to become extra fine mothers. Veva was born Mar. 19 1912 & Married William Ernest Riding. Edna married Grant D. Reynolds. William (Bill) as he was later called became Sup. of the Power line out in Wyo. He also worked for the Government at Dug way Utah. Later was Supt. Of Murray Power where he worked until his death. He left his widow, 2 sons, & 1 Dau. Anthony H. of Grace Idaho. Margaret Ann Wright of Toolle Utah. Twelve grandchildren He was buried in the Murray Cemetary. Blessed be his memory. Grant & Edna four children, Gayle married Gary Sansom Daniel married Marylou Drew Richard married Michell Rampton of Bountiful, Utah. (Edna married Grant Daniel Reynolds) Ann is not married, she returned from a mission in Ecudar, where she served for two years. Ann is a very gifted girl, she is a graduate of Brigham Young University of Provo. She meagerd in the teaching & care of under prividleged children. These children love her dearly. Since returning from her mission, she has returned to resume her work with these children. I have not heard from her since she returned perseonaly, but am told she is back in Utah to take up where she left off, working with these underprividleg children. My prayers are with & for her. She is a very unselfish granddaughter. I sincerly pray she will find a companion to share the remainder of her life with. She should leave some decendents to follow in her footsteps, so future underprivelidged children will have the love & attention as Ann is now giving to-day’s underprividlegd & unfortunate children. I realy wish she could have stayed at home, with her parents who are both in very poor health. But she could not do that as she is too independ to live off of their small income. Am sure her heart bleeds to be there knowing how ill they both are. This is when I wish I was a millionair to help, where it is most needed. I am not able to do very much for my self & am being cared for, by my dear Granddaughter Jody Hamblin Hulings, who is so wonderful to me. Jody has three little children, then there is me she takes such good care of me. Has to give a daily bath, comb my hair, as I can’t get my arms up to do it my self. She & Daryll are so good to me. I never have much to worry about. Yes I am very grateful for all they do for me. I pray daily that I can live as long as my Heavenly Father wants me to. & that I will be patient & not make their home life to much interfered with my being quite a care. In fact all of my children are very good to me. Both of my sons work as do their wives, also my daughter Veva & Veva is nearing her 70th birthday so I think she dose extra well to take care of her self. She lives away from all of her family, so has every thing to do for herself & is the center place where they all gather, then she truly has a house full. She is so generous with her home & dose so much to make every one comfortable. Jody hasn’t been very well since I came to live with her, but she never complaines. She had been a consulor in her ward Releif socity for 3 or 4 years. Now since the ward, as well as the Stake, have been devided, she is President of Redmond 1st Ward Releif Socity. She makes a very good President. Daryll & Jody have now bought a new five bedroom home, in a new erea where many new homes are. They have just had a new paido built, & a new lawn laid. It was quite a sight to me to see how new lawns are put in. Also to see the many friends who came to help Daryll put in the new lawn. I have never seen such a great many of their friends who came to help. Now it is beginning to look like a real home. Next year he will have a nice garden, it was to late for one this year. To-day is Sunday & it looks like it will be a beautiful clear day. However as Jody is very sick, she & I will not be going to any of our meetings, but Daryll will take the two older children, Mandi & Criss. Jody has been sick most of all last week, she got a real bad bug from some where, She is somewhat better or feels better as long as she stays in bed. I think this is the first Sunday after Labor day. Its so very hard for me to keep the day of the week & the date of the month. Its terrible when a person lives so long they can’t keep their minds more on the present than on the past. However I must not allow myself to dewl on such minor things. I have all my life looked for the Sabbath Day, so I could go to Sacarament meeting and partake of the Sacarment. It seem to me it helps me to live better thru the coming week. However I try to do some Scripture reading on the Sabbath. To-day have been reading several Church News. There is so much good reading in them. I enjoyed especially the one of June 6th 1981 which gives a very good report of our Beloved Pres. Kimble & other Church officals who were in South America, where Pres. Kimball dedicated the ground for a new Temple to be built in What a great President he has been. His greatest dedicated work is to help the People of this earth to build Temples. With these beautiful Temples that are being built will enable the members of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints to go there & receive the blessings for themselves, also do the work for our kindred dead, & others who has never had the Privelidge of ever knowing of the beautiful blessings that awaits the faithful humble Saints who now can have Temples brought to them, what a great & blessed gift to those who are priviledged to be a part of this great work. Just stop a minute & think how blessed we Latter Day Saints members are. President Kimble has traveled thousands of miles in his late years to acomplish this work which he has been called to do. Yes he will be at the right side of our “Heavenly Father” in the greatest Mantion above, & even after death, he will still do a great work hand in hand with God. Sister Kimble, his companion, will be by him, to help him, fullfill the great work in the Heaven Above. Both have earned this beautiful blessing by their devotitation to Gods’ work on earth. Now if each & every Latter Day Saint member will keep in & follow Prest. & Sister Kimbles’ Kimble what a blessing will be awaiting them in the great beyond. I tremble when I think “Am I even worthy to be in the same sphere, to help to do any & allkinds of work derected by Pres. Kimble. My though are now reminding me of my Parents, & my bro. & sisters, my dear husband, my four sons, who are all in the Spirit World I pray constantly to my Heavenly Father to help me be a better mother, in the Future than I have been in the past. Especially I pray I might have the privilidge to be with my dear three sons who died in infancy so to speak. Little Merlin a little five year old was snatched from us so suddenly, He was drowned in the Clover Valley Creek, when he was only five years old. A beautiful boy with real blond curly hair & dark blue eyes. His little body was not found for five nights & 4 four days. Oh what a joy to know we were permitted to have his little body to bury, where we knew he would be until the resection. Then “Duane,” our second son was stricken quite suddenly with appendecitise & in four days he also was taken to one of the mantions above. Oh how our hearts were saddened. Both of these little fellows are buries in the Cemetary in Barclay, Lincoln Co. Nevada. One on the right of their dear Grandfather Obed Edwin Hamblin, the other on the left side. What a comfort to know where they are. Also their other brother Franklin is now up there with them. Altho Franklin is burried in the Cemetary in Murray City, Salt Lake County Utah. Franklin is buried by the side of his Father Edwin Obed Hamblin, this is now Sept. of 1881. So much water has gone over the dam since we, my Husband Edwin Obed Hamblin & myself Josephine Jarvis Milne have been married. Here I am way up in the beautiful northwest, which I call the garden of Eden. When a little dust falls on the beautiful green trees & green shrubs, & the gorgous huge pine trees & the beautiful dog wood trees, Heavenly Father sends the rain to wash off the dust & dirt. This seems to show us that our Heavenly Father will not have any dirt or unclean thing in his Heavenly Sphear. What do you think? Or have you ever given it a thought? If you haven’t, if you live as long as I have, then you will mabey make your mind help you to grow & you will undoubtly make better use of your life than I have mine. Altho I would not mind living my life over again. Then I am sure, I would have done much more to make my self better educated than I am. How ever I do try to whatch the more educated people & especilly listen to their conversing with each other, then I try to do the same by speaking better than before. However I know its hard to change the Lepors’ spots, & find my self making some blunders. But I will keep trying to improve, from day to day. I have been blessed with so many beautiful gifts during my ninty six years of living such as many dear relatives who also have been blessed, to enjoy so many talents from our Heavenly Father. As a young girls in my teens I worked in the Bee Industry, which was down in the Washington fields & was the property of Alex Morris. He had about fifty Hives of bees, We wore on our heads large hats, that had been covered with mosqutio cloth which fell down over our shoulders, to our waists. This kept the bees from stinging us. If a bee happened to get in under the covering we would gently lift the netting up a let the bee follow the others. I run the large extractor. This cut the wax off the large trays of honey comb, these were tipped one side side ways, so the honey would run out into a long tin which was very much like a small ditch, & empeted the honey into a large vat. (The honey was only heated so it would run out of the case) Here the honey was cooked to a certine thickness, skimed & put into five gallon cans mostly, then later put into gallon & even quart cans for sale to the public. I think I worked there for three seasons, & was paid in honey. I know this was a great help to my mother. My school days were not as they are to-day, we were lucky if we went to school five months out of the year. How blessed are the school children to-day, to have such good schooling. I also worked for my Uncle William Webb, Sr. he had many achers of peach trees, in his Santa Clara field, which was in the South west of Saint George, he also had a large vineyard, of seedless grapes, & the blue California grape, also the mallaga grape. He had large scaffols built & we would pick pick the grapes off the vines, & put them in buckets or baskets, then carry them & spread them on the long scaffols to dry. After they were dry enough, we would pack them in large boxes, then they were ready to sell & ship where ever he buyer shipped them. The summer heat in Utahs’ Sunny Dixie, was some thing one never will forget. We didn’t have to lay out in the sun as in to-days way of getting a heavy tan. We were just the reverse, we did all we could to keep from getting a tan. I remember we used to grind many cucumbers, & put them thru a colonder then cheese cloth to get all the pulp out, then use to juice to wash our face and hands, & arms to keep from getting taned or freckles. I, at the end of the summer I looked like one of our native Indians, while my older sister Susan & Maggie were covered with freckles, & some time were very sun burned which was very painful to them. My brothers did very different work Alex the oldest also George followed the beautiful trade of painting & art work of all kinds which my father did. Athole worked at the Cotton Factory which was built in the little town of Washington which is four or five miles east of St. George. This old building still stands & is in a terrible shape & a disgrace to the people of that town, to let it get in such a delapated condition, The windows are all broken & the doors have been stolen, & the building is in a deplorable condition. After the many people who made a good living there some a fortune, not one seems to give it one thought or do any thing to help preserve the beautiful structur. Oh how I wish I were a millionare, I’d sure do something. This beautiful Building the old Cotton Mills, as it was called when I was a real young girl, gave life to hundreds of families who other wise would not have had, sich a good way of living as in the middle & last years of the eightees & up into the nighteen hundren. What a pity, to days’ people can drive past & never give it a thought, of the