Gur ANDERSDTRChildren were: Berte Helene
OLSEN.
Anna
Hansen ANDERSEN was born in 1704 in Tjorneby, Maribo, Denmark. She died
on 12 Nov 1769 in Tjorneby, Maribo, Denmark.She was married to
Hans DINESEN on 2 Oct 1729 in Tjorneby, Maribo, Denmark. Children were:
Dines HANSEN, Anna HANSEN
, Margarethe HANSEN.
Anne
Marie ANDERSONChildren were: Josephine CHRISTIANSEN
.
Ellarine
Augusta ANDERSON was born on 1 Oct 1879 in Christiana, Norway. She died
on 19 Apr 1921 in Provo, Utah Co., Utah. Parents: Martin
L. ANDERSON and Josephine CHRISTIANSEN.She was
married to Daniel Coleman HARRIS on 10 Apr 1899. Children
were: Venus Deon HARRIS.
Martin
L. ANDERSON was born on 21 Jun 1853 in Christiana, Norway. He died on 26
Jul 1909 in Provo, Utah Co., Utah.Children were: Ellarine
Augusta ANDERSON.
Abiah
ANGELL was born on 1 Jul 1715 in Providence, Providence Co., Rhode Island.
Parents: Hope ANGELL and Lydia OLNEY.He was married to
Freelove SMITH on 17 Mar 1738 in Providence, Providence Co., Rhode Island.
Children were: Solomon ANGELL,
Eber ANGELL, Gideon ANGELL,
Rufus ANGELL, Abiah ANGELL,
George ANGELL, Hezekiah ANGELL,
Benjamin ANGELL.
Abiah
ANGELL was born about 1752 in Smithfield, Providence Co., Rhode Island.
Parents: Abiah ANGELL and
Freelove SMITH.He was married to Mercy EDDY in 1772 in Providence, Providence
Co., Rhode Island.
Abigail
ANGELL was born in Jun 1823 in Providence, Providence Co., Rhode Island.
Parents: James William ANGELL and
Phebe Ann MORTON.
Almirah
ANGELL was born on 29 Oct 1846 in Winter Quarters, Douglas, Nebraska. She
died on 31 Oct 1846 in Winter Quarters, Douglas, Nebraska. Parents:
Truman Osborn ANGELL and Polly JOHNSON.
Asa
ANGELL was born about 1784 in Providence, Providence Co., Rhode Island.
Parents: Solomon ANGELL and
Mary TRIPP.
Benjamin
ANGELL was born on 9 Mar 1760 in Smithfield, Providence Co., Rhode Island.
He died on 28 Sep 1826. Parents: Abiah ANGELL and
Freelove SMITH.He was married to Lydia BENCHLEY
in 1780 in Providence, Providence Co., Rhode Island.
Caroline
ANGELL was born about 1815 in Seneca, Ontario Co., New York. Parents:
James William ANGELL and Phebe Ann MORTON.
Caroline
Frances ANGELL was born on 3 Oct 1825 in Providence, Providence Co., Rhode
Island. She died on 25 Oct 1908 in Holbrook, Oneida Co., Idaho. Parents:
James William ANGELL and Phebe Ann MORTON.
She was married to George David Varner DAVIS on 26 Mar 1843.
She was married
to Joseph HOLBROOK on 31 Dec 1850 in Salt Lake City, Salt Lake Co., Utah.
Eber
ANGELL was born about 1742 in Smithfield, Providence Co., Rhode Island.
Parents: Abiah ANGELL and
Freelove SMITH.He was married to Jerusha EDDY on 26 Aug 1761 in Smithfield,
Providence Co., Rhode Island.
Edward
ANGELL was born about 1782 in Providence, Providence Co., Rhode Island.
Parents: Solomon ANGELL and
Mary TRIPP.He was married to Rebecca TRIPP in 1804 in Providence, Providence
Co., Rhode Island.
Elizabeth
Frances ANGELL was born on 14 Mar 1838 in Kirtland, Geauga Co., Ohio. She
died on 1 Apr 1838 in Kirtland, Geauga Co., Ohio. Parents:
Truman Osborn ANGELL and Polly JOHNSON.
Freelove
ANGELL was born about 1770 in Providence, Providence Co., Rhode Island.
Parents: Solomon ANGELL and
Mary TRIPP.
George
ANGELL was born about 1754 in Smithfield, Providence Co., Rhode Island.
Parents: Abiah ANGELL and
Freelove SMITH.He was married to Elizabeth MOSIER in 1774 in Providence,
Providence Co., Rhode Island.
Gideon
ANGELL was born in 1746 in Smithfield, Providence Co., Rhode Island. He
died on 24 Nov 1833. Parents: Abiah ANGELL and
Freelove SMITH.He was married to Sarah YOUNG in 1771 in Providence, Providence
Co., Rhode Island.
Hezekiah
ANGELL was born about 1756 in Smithfield, Providence Co., Rhode Island.
Parents: Abiah ANGELL and
Freelove SMITH.
Hiram
ANGELL was born on 17 Jul 1807 in Providence, Providence Co., Rhode Island.
He died in 1830 in Providence, Providence Co., Rhode Island. Parents:
James William ANGELL and Phebe Ann MORTON.
James
ANGELL was born about 1815 in Providence, Providence Co., Rhode Island.
Parents: James William ANGELL and
Phebe Ann MORTON.
James
ANGELL was born on 7 Dec 1821 in Providence, Providence Co., Rhode Island.
He died 8 YRS 1829. Parents: James William ANGELL
and Phebe Ann MORTON.
James
William ANGELL was born on 15 Oct 1776 in Providence, Providence Co., Rhode
Island. He died on 7 Nov 1850 in Kirtland, Geauga Co., Ohio. Parents:
Solomon ANGELL and Mary TRIPP.He was married
to Phebe Ann MORTON on 21 Mar 1804 in Camden, Oneida
Co., New York. Children were: Solomon ANGELL,
Hiram ANGELL, Mary Ann ANGELL,
Jemima ANGELL, Truman Osborn ANGELL,
Washington M. ANGELL, Phebe Ann ANGELL,
James ANGELL, Caroline ANGELL,
James ANGELL, Abigail ANGELL,
Caroline Frances ANGELL.
Jemima
ANGELL was born on 21 Apr 1809 in Providence, Providence Co., Rhode Island.
She died on 16 Jul 1869 in Wanship, Summit Co., Utah. Parents:
James William ANGELL and Phebe Ann MORTON.
She was married to Valentine W. YOUNG on 21 Mar 1824 in Providence, Providence
Co., Rhode Island.
She was married to William Bryant STRINGHAM on 17 Jul 1844
in Nauvoo, Hancock Co., Illinois.
Joseph
ANGELL was born about 1780 in Providence, Providence Co., Rhode Island.
Parents: Solomon ANGELL and
Mary TRIPP.He was married to Hannah TRIPP on 2 Dec 1804 in Providence,
Providence Co., Rhode Island.
Lavina
ANGELL was born about 1772 in Providence, Providence Co., Rhode Island.
She died on 16 Nov 1840. Parents: Solomon ANGELL
and Mary TRIPP.
Mariah
ANGELL was born on 23 Mar 1841 in Nauvoo, Hancock Co., Illinois. She died
on 25 Nov 1930 in Salt Lake City, Salt Lake Co., Utah. Parents:
Truman Osborn ANGELL and Polly JOHNSON.She
was married to Samuel Wickersham WOOLLEY on 17 Apr 1858 in Salt Lake City, Salt
Lake Co., Utah.
Martha
Ann ANGELL was born on 6 Jul 1836 in Kirtland, Geauga Co., Ohio. She died
on 2 Dec 1846 in Winter Quarters, Douglas, Nebraska. Parents:
Truman Osborn ANGELL and Polly JOHNSON.
Mary
Ann ANGELL was born on 8 Jun 1808 in Seneca, Ontario Co., New York. She
died on 27 Jun 1882 in Salt Lake City, Salt Lake Co., Utah. Parents:
James William ANGELL and Phebe Ann MORTON.
She was married to Brigham YOUNG on 18 Feb 1834 in Kirtland, Geauga Co., Ohio.
Children were: Joseph Angell YOUNG, Brigham YOUNG Jr., Mary Ann YOUNG, Alice
YOUNG, Eunice Caroline YOUNG, John Willard YOUNG.
Phebe
Ann ANGELL was born on 12 Oct 1813 in Seneca, Ontario Co., New York. Parents:
James William ANGELL and
Phebe Ann MORTON.She was married to Dyer JOHNSON in 1833 in Providence,
Providence Co., Rhode Island.
Rufus
ANGELL was born about 1749 in Smithfield, Providence Co., Rhode Island.
Parents: Abiah ANGELL and
Freelove SMITH.He was married to Mary MEDBURY in Providence, Providence
Co., Rhode Island.
Sarah
Jane ANGELL (photo) was born on 28 May 1834 in
Lima, Livingston Co., New York. She died on 21 Mar 1869 in Brigham City, Box
Elder Co., Utah. Parents: Truman Osborn ANGELL and
Polly JOHNSON.She was married to Jarvis JOHNSON
on 16 Sep 1860 in Salt Lake City, Salt Lake Co., Utah.
She was married to
Benjamin Hewitt TOLMAN I on 2 Jan 1851 in Salt Lake City, Salt Lake Co.,
Utah. Children were: Benjamin Hewitt TOLMAN II,
Polly Jane TOLMAN, Emma Mariah
TOLMAN.
Solomon
ANGELL was born on 21 Apr 1806 in Florence, Oneida Co., New York. He died
on 20 Sep 1881 in Leeds, Washington Co., Utah. Parents:
James William ANGELL and Phebe Ann MORTON.
He was married to Eunice Clark YOUNG on 11 Sep 1852.
He was married to Ann
Cajsa JOHNSON on 31 Oct 1863.
He was married to Lucy Ann FRY.
He was married
to Lucinda CLARK.
Solomon
ANGELL was born about 1741 in Providence, Providence Co., Rhode Island.
He died on 21 Apr 1806 in Providence, Providence Co., Rhode Island. Parents:
Abiah ANGELL and Freelove
SMITH.He was married to Mary TRIPP on 17 Aug
1767 in Providence, Providence Co., Rhode Island. Children were:
William ANGELL, Freelove ANGELL,
Lavina ANGELL, Susan ANGELL,
James William ANGELL, Joseph ANGELL,
Edward ANGELL, Asa ANGELL.
Susan
ANGELL was born about 1774 in Providence, Providence Co., Rhode Island.
Parents: Solomon ANGELL and
Mary TRIPP.
Truman
Carlos ANGELL was born on 20 Jan 1845 in Nauvoo, Hancock Co., Illinois.
He died on 29 Oct 1847. Parents: Truman Osborn ANGELL
and Polly JOHNSON.
Truman
Osborn ANGELL (photo) was born on 5 Jun 1810 in
Providence, Providence Co., Rhode Island. He died on 16 Oct 1887 in Salt Lake
City, Salt Lake Co., Utah. He was an Architect for LDS Church.
Truman Osborn Angell, one of the original pioneers of Utah, was born June 5,
1810, at Providence, R. I. For many years he held the position of Church Architect,
and, while acting in this capacity, he designed the Salt Lake Temple, the Lion
House, the Beehive House, the Fillmore Statehouse, the St. George Temple, and
many other important public buildings. His modifications to the Salt Lake Tabernacle
are credited with creating the perfect acoustics the building is famous for.
At the time of his death on Oct. 16, 1887, in Salt Lake City, he held the office
of a Patriarch. He had three wives and was the father of 20 children. He also
was Brigham Young's brother-in-law and one of the original pioneers to enter
the Salt Lake Valley on July 24, 1847.
The following is a partial autobiography, written 3 years before his death:
I, Truman O. Angell, am the third son of James W. Angell, who was the son of
Solomon Angell; all natives of the state of Rhode Island. My mother's name is
Phebe, who was the daughter of Abraham Morton. I was born on the 5th day of
June, 1810, in the town of North Providence, state of Rhode Island; and lived
in the vicinity of my birthplace until I arrived at the age of twenty-one.
While yet but a stripling of 5 or 6 years, family difficulties occurred, which
caused a separation of my parents; and thus having no father to restrain me,
I pleased myself; and did many things I ought not. My mother having seven children
to support, and nothing but her hands for her fortune, it can readily be seen
that means of commencing an education were very limited; what I have received
was gotten in winter schools, and very little at that.
When I was about 9 years old, my father returned to his family; but I was shortly
after sent from home, and returned only at distant intervals. At the age of
17, I commenced learning the carpenter and joiner's trade under the instruction
of a man in the neighborhood of my father's residence; and continued with him
until I was 19. About this time I first felt an earnest desire to become a
subject of Christianity, and for some months made an earnest supplication before
the Lord; and from then on, my mischievous life and shortcomings were laid aside;
and I have ever since tried to do what was right; feeling that God required it.
I joined the Freewill-Baptist Church, and always retained a good standing while
among them.
Sympathy for my mother's sufferings, in consequence of the conduct of my father
toward her, caused me at the age of 21 to remove her to myself among her friends.
Her trials were truly great; she almost sank under them; but my sympathies were
with her. The following fall I journeyed, taking my mother with me to her kinfolks,
brothers and sisters who resided at China, Genesee County, New York State, where
I settled, and soon after I married Polly Johnson. The following January, being
nearly 23 years old, I, with my mother and wife embraced the Gospel of Jesus
Christ as taught by the Latter-day Saints, through instrumentality of Elders
Aaron Lyons and Leonard Rich. And five weeks thereafter, I was ordained an Elder
under the hands of Elder Lyons. The spring following I went on a mission in
company with Elder Joseph Holbrook; we were absent about 9 weeks; traveled about
five hundred miles, preaching daily; and went as far east as Rhode Island. In
the month of July following, I, in company with my wife, moved to a place about
45 miles eastward called Lima; my mother preferred to stay behind. At this last
place our first child was born, being a daughter; and but a short time after,
the mournful intelligence burnt upon us of the persecutions against the brethren
in the state of Missouri; and their extermination from Jackson County of that
state.
My heart burned with anguish; I sent them a stand of arms; but my extremely low
circumstances and the counsel of Elder Orson Pratt and others, who were made
acquainted with my situation by Hyde Bishop (this without my knowledge), prevented
me from joining the [Zion's] "Camp" and going up myself to the rescue
of the brethren. After a residence of about a year and a half in Lima, I moved
to Kirtland, Ohio, in the fall of 1835, arriving one Saturday about 4 or 5 o'clock
p.m. The next day, Sunday, meeting assembled in the Temple on a loose floor which
had been arranged for carpenters' benches etc., the house was partly filled,
the people being seated on work benches and other things. President Joseph Smith,
[Jr.,] during the meeting, arose to speak upon an order he had given to Oliver
Cowdery to seek out a book for a Church Record; for such must be kept; this had
been complied with, a good book had been selected and it pleased President Smith.
The book was not paid for, but was to be returned to Painesville if it did not
suit; and the Prophet said he would be glad to have the Saints donate the amount,
about $12.50, and make the purchase, and keep the book; it being of good paper
and thoroughly well bound. A man arose near the middle of the house and said
he wanted the leaves counted to see if it would not be better to buy the paper
by the ream, the difference being that we might put it in a newspaper, or something
of the kind. Brother Joseph spoke out and said the devil could not raise his
head there, but he would know him. I note this to show the little means with
which the Church was obliged to commence the history of a people destined to
become great.
I immediately commenced working upon the House of the Lord, known as the Kirtland
Temple, and continued until its dedication, previous to which I had received
my first endowments, which were conducted in the upper chambers or attic, this
part of the house having been finished and prepared for use. The roof was supported
by four trusses, which left us five rooms. In these same rooms the power of
God was made manifest to encourage us wonderfully.
After the endowment, I was ordained a member of the 2nd Quorum of Seventies and
the following spring I commenced making arrangements to go on a mission. While
I yet had a day or two more work, and while at work, Joseph Smith, Jr., the Prophet
and Seer came to me and asked me to build a store. I answered that in consequence
of being a seventy I was about to go out into the vineyard to preach. "Well,"
he said, "Go ahead," and I continued my work. The next day I looked
up and saw the First Presidency of the Church together, distant about forty rods.
I dropped my head and continued my work.
At this time a voice seemed to whisper to me, "It is your duty to build
that house for President Smith," and while I was meditating, I looked up
and Brother Joseph Smith, Jr., was close to me. He said, "It is your duty
to build that house." I answered, "I know it." Accordingly I
changed my determination and yielded obedience. The numerous and continued calls
to do this and that job soon plunged me in business so deep that I asked Brother
Joseph if it was my calling to work at home. He said, "I'll give you work
enough for twenty men." I then began work on an extensive scale and laid
my plans to go ahead. Among the multiplicity of buildings under my charge, I
had the supervision of finishing the second, or middle wall of the temple, including
the stands, etc.
After some months passed in this manner, persecution commenced against the Heads
of the Church in consequence of the failure of the Bank of Kirtland. This institution
would have been a financial success and a blessing to the Saints--which they
needed very much--had the Gentiles who borrowed the money of the bank fulfilled
their promises. Also [Warren Parrish] Parish, the clerk and cashier, robbed
the bank of about $20,000. These things crippled the bank and caused it to suspend
business soon after; and false brethren in consequence forced President Smith
to Missouri, seemingly to save himself.
I settled with President Smith before he left, and upon settling with my creditors,
not having carried in a bill sufficient to cover my expenses, found that I was
in debt $300.00 over my avails. I had to take the benefit of the Bankrupt Law
which leaves a portion of this amount standing against one at this day. I here
desire to mention a few more items in connection with the [Kirtland] Temple.
The work on the lower hall went on to the finishing of the stands and pews or
slips, plastering and painting complete.
About this time Frederick G. Williams, one of President Smith's counselors, came
into the temple when the following dialogue took place in my presence:
Carpenter Rolph said, "Doctor, what do you think of the House?" He
answered, "It looks to me like the pattern precisely." He then related
the following:
"Joseph received the word of the Lord for him to take his two counselors,
[Frederick G.] Williams and [Sidney] Rigdon, and come before the Lord and He
would show them the plan or model of the house to be built. We went upon our
knees, called on the Lord, and the building [Kirtland Temple] appeared within
viewing distance. I being the first to discover it. Then all of us viewed it
together. After we had taken a good look at the exterior, the building seemed
to come right over us, and the makeup of this hall seemed to coincide with what
I there saw to a minutia."
Joseph was accordingly enabled to dictate to the mechanics and his counselors
stood as witnesses, and this was strictly necessary in order to satisfy the spirit
of unbelief in consequence of the weakness or childishness of the brethren of
those days. The following are a few items which transpired about this time.
One I will note:
Joseph came into the hall. The leading mechanic, John Carl, by profession a
carriage builder, wanted to seat the house contrary to what Joseph had proposed.
Joseph answered him that he had seen the inside of every building that had
been built unto the Lord upon this earth and he hated to have to say so. Under
such childlike feeling, they prepared to dedicate the lower hall. The hall was
filled at an early hour in the afternoon, I being present among the rest. The
dedicatory prayer was offered, Sidney Rigdon being mouth.
When about midway during the prayer, there was a glorious sensation passed through
the house [Kirtland Temple]; and we, having our heads bowed in prayer, felt a
sensation very elevating to the soul. At the close of the prayer, F. [Frederick]
G. Williams being in the upper east stand- -Joseph being in the speaking stand
next below--rose and testified that midway during the prayer an holy angel came
and seated himself in the stand. When the afternoon meeting assembled, Joseph,
feeling very much elated, arose the first thing and said the personage who had
appeared in the morning was the Angel Peter come to accept the dedication.
To return to my narrative. I now determined to go to Missouri. So in the spring
of 1837, I made shift to get a horse and wagon and started; my whole fortune
being a 50-cent piece and our needful clothing. The very first day out the singletree
broke, and I had to pay a part of the 50 cents to have it repaired. The landlord
where I stopped challenged the genuineness of the piece of silver, and struck
it with a hammer expecting to see it fly to pieces. After seeing that he ruined
the coin, he refused to give me the change due. Also my horse proved balky;
so with a rickety wagon, a balky horse, not a penny in my pocket, a family to
feed and a thousand miles to go, times looked bad enough. Fortunately I was
en route with Brother James Holman, who loaned me $5.00 which I paid to a man
with whom I exchanged horses. This horse proved a good one, and by selling off
some of our children's Sunday suits we were enabled to proceed about 200 miles.
I then stopped and worked three weeks and then went on again; and in this manner,
after many severe trials and difficulties, we arrived in Missouri in the fall,
having dodged the mob in sundry places in order to do so. I immediately exchanged
my horse for ten acres of land but was destined not to enjoy it, for the spirit
of mobocracy raging around all our settlements in this state. Three days after
my arrival I was forced on the march and remained so until the exterminating
proclamation by Governor Boggs was issued, which was to take effect in the spring
following, when I was once more turned upon a coldhearted world, friendless and
penniless, and in mid-winter, forced to fly for my life and no means of doing
so, my land not being available. I retreated to Illinois, leaving my wife and
children as I had no means of taking them with me. I succeeded in getting employment
about 5 miles from Quincy, from Heil Travis, framing a barn, agreeing to receive
my pay in provisions preparatory for my family when arriving.
At the close of March, after having been seven weeks without news from my family,
word reached me at 9 o'clock at night that they had arrived on the opposite bank
of the Mississippi River, at which my heart greatly rejoiced. I arose before
light and started to meet them. I had eleven miles to go. After crossing the
river and wading five miles in mud and water, through brush and timber, I found
those I sought in a tent of blankets on the west side of the East Fabus River.
Here a scene presented itself to my view that will long be remembered by me.
There lay my poor sick wife, her bed upon the melting snow, very ill. My two
little ones, the last one was born in Ohio, were by her side, their clothes almost
burned off from standing by log campfires. No one to care for them, all the
brethren and sisters having cares enough of their own, though they were kind
beyond what could be expected.
The River Fabus having risen to the top of its banks and carried off the ferry
boat, I was debarred for one week and until another could be built by the halting
company which had here gathered, the privilege of taking my wife to a place of
comfort. I learned that my wife had been extremely ill before starting, and
yet she ventured on the journey. But taking cold upon cold, she was reduced
so low that but little hopes were entertained of her living to see me again.
Upon crossing the river six days after, I found a home at the saint, Heil Travis
farm, who treated us with a parent's kindness and ministered to our wants.
My wife's health partially returned, but she has never been able to work much
since. We lived at this farm for about two years and then moved to Nauvoo where
I am at this writing, having been here over four years. My privations, the persecutions,
sickness of my family and missions have tended to keep me low in purse, but my
health is improving. I had steady employment upon the [Nauvoo] Temple, having
been appointed superintendent of joiner work under Architect William Weeks, and
God gave me wisdom to carry out the architect's designs which gained me the goodwill
and esteem of the brethren.
Persecutions have been so frequent that I scarce think of it. But I will say
that I suffered much- -in common with the rest of my brethren--during the persecutions
in which the Prophet and Patriarch lost their lives.
The [Nauvoo] Temple was, at this writing, October 28, 1845, enclosed, and the
inside work progressing very rapidly. The attic was finished up complete and
made ready for endowments, while the lower rooms, basement and lower hall were
going on. I received my endowments in the aforesaid attic, together with Polly,
my wife, and afterward our sealing and second anointings, which far excelled
any previous enjoyments of my life up to that time. At the time when the first
encampment of the brethren--the Twelve and others--left Nauvoo, William Weeks,
the architect, was taken away with them.
This left me to bring out the design and finishing of the lower hall which was
fully in my charge from then on to its completion, and was dedicated by a few
of us, Brother Orson Hyde taking charge, he having come back from the encampment
of the Twelve for that purpose.
The Church is compelled in consequence of persecution throughout the entire state
of Illinois being so heavy, its army arrayed against us, the determination being
to destroy, to flee to the mountains according to the command of the Lord; this
being our only chance of safety. I was chosen to go to the west in company
with the pioneers, at which my heart greatly rejoiced. After the dedication
of the [Nauvoo] Temple my exertions were made to gather up an outfit to leave
for the west. The committee in charge was instructed to furnish me a rig, the
best they could, which detained me until late in the summer; they not having
the power to get it earlier. I was furnished two wagons which needed thorough
repairing. After getting them ready, I put all my affairs into them and crossed
the Mississippi River to the opposite bank, waiting at the camp for cattle and
means to buy provisions. The cattle which were furnished me were young and unbroken.
I got some provisions and a rig and started for Winter Quarters. On my way I
was taken with chills and fever, which was very severe. I got two Negroes to
act as teamsters who took me through to the Missouri. The effects of this sickness
lurked about me all winter, leaving me faint and feeble. This was the place
of rendezvous for the Pioneers before starting for the Valley early in the spring
following.
My hope and faith were in a future state. I was one of the Pioneers in coming
to and making a home for the Saints in Utah in 1847, and returned to Winter Quarters.
The following winter I made a fitout and took my family, in the spring, and
started for our new home, arriving in Utah in the fall with an ox team, a distance
of over 1000 miles, moving my sick wife on her back every rod of the way, having
two children with us, having buried three in Winter Quarters. Soon after my arrival
I was chosen architect for the Church--the former architect, William Weeks, having
deserted and left for the east, thereby taking himself from the duties of the
said office--which position I hold to this day. (1883)
Previous to my mission to Europe, Susan Eliza Savage and Mary Ann Johnson were
sealed to me. I had been absent about 13 months when I was called home; my presence
being needed upon the temple.
After I was called to be architect of the Church, the buildings of almost every
description throughout the Territory and especially Salt Lake were placed in
my charge. I will not mention all of them for they could not well be remembered.
But I mention the Salt Lake Temple and the one at St. George. I was notified
that they wanted a temple for St. George about the size of the Nauvoo Temple.
Business crowding me so much, I had to take up the design at sundry times. While
the authorities were at St. George, I accomplished the design, and not knowing
that it would suit them, I did not follow it out in its specifications and details
to my usual full arrangements. The plans were accepted and the building started.
In consequence of the lack of my full specifications, I was obliged to visit
that place several times at inclement seasons of the year during the erection,
which wore upon my system so much that I never have fully recovered myself in
strength and ambition.
While there upon one of my visits, I craved a blessing and received the following
from Patriarch John Smith:
"Brother Truman, in the name of Jesus Christ of Nazareth, and by the authority
of the Holy Priesthood, I place my hands upon thy head agreeably to thy request
and seal upon thee a blessing for thy comfort and consolation. Thou art of Joseph
out of the loins of Ephraim, and entitled to all the blessings promised to his
posterity by his father, Jacob, because of thine integrity. Thy guardian Angel
hath watched over thee and borne thee up in times of danger, and preserved thy
life from enemies both seen and unseen, and will continue to do so all thy days.
Thou shalt lack no good thing. Thy way shall be clear before thee to the accomplishment
of all thy labours, for thy desire is for Israel.
Thy mind shall be bright; thy perceptive faculties clear to carry out thy labors
for the dead and the living of thy kindred. All thy former gifts and blessings
I renew upon thee, with all thou canst desire or imagine in righteousness. Fear
not, for the Lord thy God loves thee, and will lift thee up to see thy Savior;
and stand with the Hundred and Forty-four thousand; thy wives and children with
thee.
Thy joy shall be full; thy habitation peace; thy granaries filled to overflowing;
and power in the Priesthood to thy hearts content, for thou shalt surely overcome
all thine enemies, and they shall come bending before thee for favors. For thou
shalt be a mighty man in Israel and see thy children walk in thy footsteps serving
the Lord with all their hearts.
These blessings with Eternal Life I seal upon thee in faithfulness, in the name
of Jesus Christ, Amen."
The Manti and Logan temples I was called to take in charge, but in consequence
of their being about 100 miles either way, they were taken off my hands; for
they needed the care of the Architects and builders on the grounds, and were
accordingly placed in charge of my two assistants, T. [Truman] O. Angell, Jr.,
taking the Logan Temple and William H. Folsom the one at Manti. The labor on
the Salt Lake Temple needed me here to conduct it properly.
Before closing this writing I desire to mention an important incident in connection
with the Kirtland Temple. After the building was dedicated, a few of us, some
six or eight, having Patriarch Joseph Smith, Sr., in company, went morning and
evening to pray, entering at the west end of the [Kirtland] Temple and going
clear through to the east stand. This we enjoyed very much. The stand being
enclosed by curtains or veils made it quite by itself and a good place to pray
with none to molest. One evening, having been in the country, I was too late
to enter with the brethren. The company would not emerge till quite dark. I
had tried the door and knew they were at prayer. I felt out of place and went
to my house, but soon came out and met Brother Brigham Young, inquiring for Oliver
Cowdery. I said I had not seen him.
We walked out towards the [Kirtland] Temple, approaching the building on the
side which was used for the Prophet Joseph and his counselors, a portion of the
attic on the east being especially appropriated to their use. In the said attic,
and right over the stand where the brethren were praying in the hall below were
two windows in the gable end to help give light to his compartment or room, the
windows being 12 or 14 feet apart, and unusually high from the floor; being nearly
4 feet to the bottom of the lower sash.
When about ten rods distant we looked up and saw two personages; before each
window, leaving and approaching each other like guards would do. This continued
until quite dark. As they were walking back and forth, one turned his face to
me for an instant; but while they walked to and fro, only a side view was visible.
I have no doubt that the house was guarded, as I have had no other way to account
for it.
I insert this note thinking it may do someone good as it has me. With great
fatigue, I have arrived at the present date, March 20, 1884. -- Truman Osborn
Angell, Sr., T. J. Angell: Scribe
P.S. The panoramic statements as above given are not intended for Church history,
for that is designed for the Church historian; and hence my brief account may
be accounted for as herein set forth. But I might not be noted in that history,
for their account is for Church purposes and not for me. But I was eyewitness
to much as I passed on to date, 1884, and took my share, I think. Here let me
conclude my ramble. I feel very feeble in health and about worn out, so farewell
to all my true friends. May the Lord bless you in doing right. -- T. O. Angell.
Upon reflection, I observe an item in connection with the sealings of Susan Eliza
and Mary Ann to me that should have been noted. These ceremonies were private
but not over the altar, and were by President Brigham Young's own mouth. -- T.
O. Angell, Sr.
Truman is our 4th Great Grandfather Parents: James William
ANGELL and Phebe Ann MORTON.He was married
to Polly JOHNSON on 7 Oct 1832. Children were:
Sarah Jane ANGELL, Martha Ann ANGELL,
Elizabeth Frances ANGELL, Mariah ANGELL,
Truman Carlos ANGELL, Almirah ANGELL.
He was
married to Susan Eliza SAVAGE on 20 Apr 1851. Children were: Truman Osborn ANGELL,
Charles Edgar ANGELL, Zelnora Eliza ANGELL, Alice Cates ANGELL, Leonard Cates
ANGELL, Susan Elida ANGELL.
He was married to Mary Ann JOHNSON on 17 Jun 1855.
Children were: Theodore Johnson ANGELL, Mary Ann ANGELL, George Washington ANGELL,
Franklin Darius ANGELL, Lewis Albert ANGELL, William Willard ANGELL, Hyrum James
ANGELL, Oscar Leroy ANGELL.
Washington
M. ANGELL was born on 8 Oct 1812 in Providence, Providence Co., Rhode Island.
He died in 1830 in Providence, Providence Co., Rhode Island. Parents:
James William ANGELL and Phebe Ann MORTON.
William
ANGELL was born in Feb 1769 in Providence, Providence Co., Rhode Island.
He died on 4 Jan 1849. Parents: Solomon ANGELL and
Mary TRIPP.He was married to Chloe BOWEN
on 24 Mar 1793 in Providence, Providence Co., Rhode Island.
Abigail
BACON was born in Sidney, Kennebec Co., Maine. Parents:
James BACON and Tabitha SAWTELLE.She was married
to George Washington TAYLOR on 18 Sep 1817. Children
were: Frances Newell TAYLOR.
James
BACON Parents: James BACON and
Abigail MARSH.Children were: Abigail BACON.
James
BACON. Children were: James BACON.
Alvin
BAILEY was born on 28 Jan 1856 in Northampton, England. He died on 12 Aug
1930. Parents: William Henry BAILEY and
Amelia READ.
Alvin
L. BAILEY (photo) was born on 17 Jan 1892 in Monticello,
San Juan Co., Utah. He died on 24 Aug 1970 in Salt Lake City, Salt Lake Co.,
Utah. He resided at 444 E. 39th S. 1943 to 1965 approx in Salt Lake City, Salt
Lake Co., Utah. He was a Grocer/Butcher.
The following is a partial account of Al's earlier life, written in his own words:
I was born in a small log house in Monticello, Utah, January 17, 1892 of humble
parents. They had a large family of ten boys and one girl. I was the eighth
child and the seventh son. There were no medical doctors in the country at that
time. Mrs. Marion F. Bronson was the mid-wife. So I came into the world to face,
what I have since found out, both success and failure.
When I was about six years old, I remember in the fall when the grain was threshed,
the straw was piled in heaps for use as feed for the livestock. My cousins about
my age (the Jones kids) and I, decided to build or dig caves in the straw. We
burrowed deep holes in the straw stacks and played games in them. By covering
the holes with a small amount of the straw, we could stay hidden for hours.
When I was eight years old, and I realized it was time for me to be baptized,
I ran away with a bunch of the other kids the same age. We went down to the
old creek called North Montezuma Creek. Henry Rose had a ranch there. The sheep
owners of the county of San Juan had built a dipping vat where their sheep were
taken to be treated for ticks and a disease called "Scab." At that
time, they used a solution made of creosol and water placed in a steel vat and
heated to the proper temperature, then drained into a wooden chute about two
feet wide and four feet deep. The sheep were then driven into an enclosure and
forced into the chute to swim the full length of it. Men were stationed along
the sides with forked sticks to push the sheep's heads under to be sure that
every part of the animal was treated. Water was very scarce in those days, and
Montezuma Creek was the best available source for water so, when it became time
to baptize us and our parents found us gone, we were caught down by the dipping
vats. Those in charge turned water through the vats and cleaned them out, then
proceeded to refill the vats with clean water. The elder in charge took us in
one at a time and baptized us on the spot, with of course, the proper authority
from the Bishop and the consent of our parents.
My next memory is when Dad came home from a two year Mission for the Church,
from England. Mother had been able to care for our large family and still support
Dad while he was in the mission field. She had taken in boarders, knitted socks
and made quilts, etc. and sold them to support us. She had bought enough cotton
flannel to make each of us kids some new underwear for the coming winter and
we were all decked out in our new "Union Suits" when Dad came in. I
do not remember how he got home, but it had to be by horse and buggy. The next
morning we seeded the garden, brought in some peas and new potatoes, so we had
a banquet. I don't recall having any meat at that time. After Dad had been home
awhile we soon became more prosperous. Dad was soon able to build a new house
assisted by Mr. Hibbs, the town carpenter. No heat, no plumbing, but we lived
like kings. I recall getting up in the morning many times to find the water in
the tea kettle on the stove with the water frozen solid. It was the duty of the
boys to get in a supply of firewood at night and we took turns getting up in
the morning to start the fire in the kitchen range and the fireplace in the dining
room.
It was about this time that I remember there had been a murder committed at La
Sal, some forty miles from Monticello. A Dutchman had killed a man by the name
of Bill Tibbits who was accused of seeing his wife while he, the Dutchman, was
away. The Dutchman was arrested and put in the small log jail house in Monticello.
This jail had one small steel cell. We kids used to go down to the jail and look
through the window. This prisoner would demonstrate his strength for us by lifting
the end of the cell, and we marveled at his great powers. Mother charged her
boarders 25¢ for a meal and 25¢ for a nights lodging. At times, two
or three of us boys had slept in a 10 by 12 frame shack with five or six cowboys.
Among those who shared our sleeping quarters were Henry Goodman, Dave Gadlock,
Cooper Martin and Henry Green. All became very wealthy in later life.
It was a big event at our house when the District Court convened. Mother made
special arrangements, as she always fed the visiting Judge and the men who came
with him. Aunt Manie Jones furnished lodging for the overflow. The morning they
brought the prisoner from the little steel jail cell for breakfast, there were
two law men sitting at the table with the prisoner. The prisoner made an excuse
that he was going to the outhouse and walked out. There was a horse tied at
the hitching post in front of the house, saddled and bridled. He quickly mounted
the horse and rode off fast, firing a pistol as he rode. I do not know where
he got the pistol. It must have been on the horse. He was never seen again
in Monticello. At that time, we had only outside toilets. When Dad got back home,
he built a two holer so we lived more comfortably.
I was still quite young when my brother Jesse and I found some blasting powder
that had been left by some of the miners from the Gold Queen Mill. I do not
remember just where we found it. He put it in a little pile and struck a match,
then we both leaned over the powder to see if it would burn. Of course it exploded
in our faces and burned us badly. Our faces, as they began to heal, scabbed
over in one big scab and came off like masks. Fortunately it left no scars or
damage to our eyes. All my freckles came off with the scabs, and I was happy
about this as my face was covered with freckles before the accident.
From the time I was twelve years old, I rode with my brothers rounding up horses
and cattle on the range. When I was about fourteen, I went out one day with
one of my older brothers hunting our horses. We made camp early in the day,
and I was told to stay there while he went out looking for strays and that he
would be back as soon as possible. I waited there alone all day and, as night
was coming on, I began to get pretty scared. I had been very lonesome and worried
all day, but now I was about to panic. 1 prayed as hard as I knew how and was
sure my prayers were answered when my brother rode up just as it was getting
real dark. The next day, we rounded up our horses and put them in a roped in
corral. After looking them over, we found one that had not been branded, so
we roped him and tied him to a gentle horse. We now had ourselves a maverick.
We named him Ginger and trained him for a racehorse. He made a real good quarter
horse.
It was during the summer of 1908 that Father had been up in the northern part
of the State on business and was returning home. The only means of transportation
in those days was on horseback or with a team and buggy, and each family supplied
their own. It fell to my lot to make the trip to Moab with the family buggy to
pick up Father. On hearing that I was going down to meet Dad, Emma Hyde and her
daughter Phene (who later became the wife of Harry Preston) arranged to ride
to Moab with me. This was a day and a half trip. The first day we would make
Kane Springs, then on to Moab the next day. We had left Monticello in the morning
and drove to the draw just north of the gap where we stopped for lunch. It was
quite a nice level spot, grass knee high where the horses could graze and rest
a little. After lunch, I spread a blanket on the ground and gave the horses their
oats. While they finished eating and I put the harnesses back on, the girls decided
to take a walk down the road, hoping to find some place to get out of sight.
The greasewood was quite short and roadside rest stops were nonexistent. They
had walked quite a distance to find privacy. I had just finished harnessing the
team and squared one of the horses around in his place alongside the buggy tongue.
The other horse stood at right angles to the tongue. Their heads were quite close
together. I had noticed a small storm cloud coming over the low mesa, which is
to the north and west of where we were. Thinking it just might rain, I hurriedly
picked up the blanket which the horses had eaten on and folded it for seat cover.
Although there was no top on the buggy, we did have our umbrellas for protection
from the rain, and they also protected us from the sun as we traveled along.
I had just stepped up on the side of the buggy, in the act of spreading the blanket
over the seat, when the lightning struck. It was a very loud clap of thunder
and a flash at the same time, striking the horses on the tops of their heads,
literally tearing the bridles off. A singed strip about the width of one’s
finger was easily traced from the head and branching off and extending down each
of the four legs of both horses to the ground. The side of my hat was slightly
scorched, and a hole was burned through the buggy seat as the flash went through
to the ground. I was knocked backward off the rig to the ground where I lay unconscious
for some time. When I come out of it, I looked upon rather a shocking sight.
Both horses were dead, they had not made a move. To indicate something of the
force of the flash, it had lifted one of the horses right up and over the buggy
tongue, and they both laid on the same side of the road, one on top of the other.
The girls continued walking down the road, thinking that I would overtake them
any time with the buggy and, when I didn’t show up, they became worried
and come back to check just about the time I was recovering from the shock. There
we found ourselves out in the middle of nowhere alone, no transportation, and
the nearest help was some twenty miles away. Fortunately, it was on a Monday,
and the mail carrier passed through there six days a week, bringing the mail
from Moab, which normally, was carried on horseback, but on Mondays, they used
a two wheeled cart with one horse or mule pulling it. This was because the mail
was only delivered Monday through Saturday and, on Mondays, they had two days
accumulation, which was too much for one horse to carry along with a rider, so
it was necessary to use an extra pack horse or the cart, which required only
one horse to handle the load.
Our only hope to get help was to wait for the mail carrier to come along, as
it was sometimes days between the times anyone else traveled that road. My brother,
Peter, had the mail contract, and I was quite sure I would be able to hitch a
ride back to Monticello, which I did. The girls waited there in Dry Valley until
help could be sent out from town to continue their journey.
I recall passing by there years later, and someone had hauled in some flat rocks
and erected a sort of monument marking the spot where it all happened. Going
back to what really happened, I am inclined to think the reason I was not killed
along with the horses, as I was within arm’s length of them at the time,
is that I was off the ground and I had stepped upon the buggy, and the wheels
had wooden spokes which broke the circuit. Had I been touching anything which
would form a ground, I would have been killed also. I shall always remember my
dear old Mother would never accept this idea. She often told me, "Alvin,
it was just not your time to go, the Lord must have something for you to do for
which he saved your life." So that is the story. It really was somewhat
of a miracle how I could have escaped alive.
When I was sixteen years old, I worked for my brother, Jude (Julius). We hauled
material from Thompson Springs, Utah, to Mexican Hat during the Oil Boom of 1908.
One oil company had a number of rigs operating at that time. I got a job driving
a team of horses with a tank wagon to supply the drilling rigs with fuel. This
was the Arcola Oil Co. They drilled only about six or seven hundred feet and
found a good flow of oil. During this oil rush, the town of Mexican Hat was
established. It was a fair sized tent city at that time. A man from Colorado
made a fortune from the oil boom. He built a home down on the river, put in a
pumping plant with a tank on top of Mexican Hat rock. The water flowed by gravity
to the tent city. They had to have some way to cross the San Juan River so the
state appropriated money to build a bridge. I got a job with the construction
crew as cook. The men's favorite dish was rice pudding. This I knew how to
make, but they complained that I didn't cook the bacon enough, but I soon corrected
this. The cooking was all done over a campfire. I soon learned to make pretty
good biscuits in a dutch oven.
The steel for the bridge was all brought in from Colorado. I drove a team that
hauled some of it. I changed jobs as I found one that paid more money. The
engineers figured that the bridge should be built on the level ground on the
bank of the river, then pushed across a narrow span of the river. It was assembled
on the north bank and was to be moved across on a cable. After starting to move
it across, they began the perilous job of landing it on the previously constructed
abutment. Soon the bridge was on it's way, carried on cables anchored in solid
rock with one exception. The south anchor was not bedded in solid rock sufficiently
to hold. The engineers had tons of rock piled on the place where the cable was
anchored. When everything was ready and the bridge had started on it's way across
the San Juan, everything went according to plan until near two feet of the landing.
The cable that was not anchored in the solid rock gave and slipped about eighteen
inches. There was bedlam for a few minutes, but there had been allowances in
the engineering for this emergency so the bridge sailed across and landed safely.
I felt pretty cocky having been in the Mexican Hat district and coming home with
about $600.00 I had accumulated. I remember the gay dances and parties held
in the old log Meeting House. I won a prize at a dance doing the "Cake
Walk" with Vira Perkins. Vira was a sister of my brother's wife Ruth.
It was about the year 1913 when a local man by the name of Martinez Johnson had
moved from his small log building where he operated a general store, to a newly
erected building on what was then Main Street. The new building was so poorly
constructed it could not keep the rain out. He had no money to rebuild so decided
to sell out. I talked to the family about buying it. My brother, Pete, Mother
and Dad and a Mr. William Brooks were interested, so we bought Johnson out and
we called the new store Bailey & Brooks. This was after we rebuilt the place.
Soon after this, I received a call from the Church to go on a mission. I had
no money left, having invested all I had in the new store. My oldest brother,
Pete, suggested I accept the call. When the call came in the mail, I was down
in the field working in the hay. I went home and talked it over with Mother and
Dad and then accepted the call. I was nineteen years old at that time. With another
boy the same age by the name of Karl Barton, we went to Salt Lake City where
we were assigned to the Southern States Mission. Seventeen of us left Salt Lake
by train paying our own transportation. I recall the many farms we saw flooded
by the fall rains as we traveled through the country. I remember passing the
junction of the Mississippi and the Missouri Rivers. It was quite a great sight
for a boy brought up in a dry farming country. We transferred at Nashville, Tennessee,
about two cars with seventeen Mormon Missionaries. Hotel rooms had been reserved
for us in Chattanooga. The rooms were clean enough, but the mosquitoes were terrible.
Each bed was equipped with netting that we could pull down over us for protection.
The following day, we went to the mission home where we met President Charles
A. Callis and his wife. We held a prayer meeting and each elder spoke a few words.
We then received our assignments. I was to go with Elder Lewis to a place about
twenty miles from Chattanooga. We were traveling as required at that time "without
purse or script." At the end of a twenty mile hike, we landed in a little
town, I don't remember the name. We each had a few pennies we had saved, so
we located a lodging place for 25 cents a night and 25 cents a meal. I was dead
tired and real hungry. When dinner was finally ready, we sat down at the table
family style. They began to pass the food around, each one filling his plate.
When it came to me, I took a generous helping of meat and gravy and everything
that came my way. As I started to eat, I uncovered the big shining eyes of a
squirrel facing me. This I couldn't take, hungry as I was. Down south I soon
learned they cook everything, heads, insides, and what have you. Squirrel was
considered a special treat.
From here we began to distribute our Tracts, staying, for the most part, with
members of the Church or friends. We walked through the thick jungles of West
Tennessee distributing Tracts with much success. When we got discouraged, we
knelt down in the woods and prayed. This is a very heavily wooded area, and at
that time the settlements were few and far between. I became so homesick I could
hardly stand it. I finally decided to give up, tell President Callis I was going
home. That night I dreamed I had gone home. Everyone I met on the street turned
away from me in disgust. I was so miserable and so disappointed, I felt as if
I would give anything in the world to be back in Tennessee. When I woke up,
I was the happiest person alive to realize it was only a dream. I was never
homesick again. After two years in the Southern States, I was released from
my mission and returned home.
The mail from Moab to Monticello at this time was brought in by a mule hitched
to a two wheeled cart. Pete Bailey, my brother, had the contract. I drove for
him at times when he needed help. It was about this period of my life when the
town decided they needed a larger recreation hall. A citizen by the name of
Alf Young put up a frame building quite large for those times. He put in floors
of native pine instead of hardwood. It was pretty rough for dancing but, after
planing it down several times and applying a lot of wax, it wasn't too bad.
I can't remember when I first became aware of Jean. She was just a little pigtailed
girl across the street when I left for my mission. When I returned, she had
grown up. We had been going together for some time before the big dance just
before Christmas holidays. I called for her and we were on our way to the dance
walking in the street where wagon tracks had made ruts in the two feet of snow
that had fallen the day before. I gave her the engagement ring, and we went
on to the dance and, of course, showed the ring to everyone. After our engagement
we began thinking of the future. We planned our home and, as I accumulated the
money, we started to build. I was making $150 a month which was big money then.
Dad gave us the lot, and we hired Dick Garry, who called himself a stone mason,
to build the foundation. When I could spare the time, I took the team and wagon
and drove up to the rock quarry and got a load of rock. It took several large
loads for the foundation. After it was all laid, I hired Henry Carlson and another
carpenter by the name of Clarence Bailey (no relation) to build the house. The
carpenters found that the foundation was not at right angles, so this had to
be corrected.
We went to Thompson Springs in a truck called "The Stage." It was good
transportation at that time. Roy Hinman was the driver. We got on the train
at Thompson Springs at four o’clock the next morning and arrived in Salt
Lake City the next evening. We were married 1 June 1916 in the Salt Lake Temple.
While we were in the city, we purchased some furniture. When we got home again,
the furniture had not arrived yet so we each went back to our parents’ home
for a couple of days. We soon found enough furniture to set up housekeeping in
our own home until our own furniture arrived.
After I had returned to Monticello from the mission field, I was asked to be
the manager of the Bailey Merc. Co., the Bailey family having bought Mr. Brook's
interest in the store. We decided we needed some sidewalks on the block where
the store stood. We had the first sidewalks in Monticello built at our own expense.
It was a boardwalk and extended from the east corner of Bailey’s store
west to what is now known as Main Street. It was built with 2 X 4 X 8 lumber
from Charles Burr's Saw mill located in the vicinity of what is now the Dude
Ranch. Business went along very well until credit overtook us. We had more
charge accounts than our capital investment.
I bought a Dodge car from Tom Botteral Co., in Salt Lake City, one of the first
models. I had to transport it by rail to Green River, Utah. Soldier Summit
was snowbound and nothing but the train could get through. I picked up the car
in Green River and drove it to Monticello over almost impassable roads. There
was only one road in Monticello where a car could be driven at that time. From
the old schoolhouse west two blocks then picked our way home over dirt and sometimes
very boggy places. This Dodge car was the only car in Monticello at that time
except a small Model T Ford owned by Jack Nixon, the village blacksmith. I was
always a gambler. I made a bet with some of the fellows, my car against a horse
to run the length of Main Street. The horse beat. Not long after that, some
man in town developed a strangulated hernia. There was no doctor in town, so
I was asked to take this man to the railroad at Thompson Springs. It was a rough
trip, but we made it in time to catch the only train stopping there for the next
twenty four hours. Returning, I was sailing along about twenty five miles an
hour, making very good time over the bumpy dirt roads. I got sleepy and dozed
and went off the grade. There I was with two wheels off the ground and no traction
to pull out. The only tool I had was a screwdriver. Luckily, the car did not
tip over, but it slanted badly, I started to chip off the bank with the screwdriver
to level the car. It took several hours, but I was finally able to pull out
safely.
An enterprising man by the name of Jess Black decided to put a pool hall in Monticello.
He bought a strip of land from the Bailey Merc. Co. between the store and the
Blacksmith Shop. He made dobies (adobes) of the poorest quality to save money.
He got the walls up to the roof before a heavy rainstorm came from the south,
with the accompanying wind, and the entire south wall dissolved. He was broke
and couldn't rebuild, so I traded my car and with some cash to Jess Black for
his building and property. I had the south wall removed and replaced with lumber
and plaster and made it quite nice. I went to Sa1t Lake and got two new pool
tables and a player piano. I met considerable opposition, especially from George
Adams who was at that time either in the Stake Presidency or the Bishopric. I
do not remember which. He considered a pool hall an evil influence in the town,
but I went ahead with my plans. I did pretty well. My brother Ralph was working
with me in the store, and we decided, rather than to keep the pool hall open
all day, we would just open it up in the late afternoon and evening so one of
us would take care of it while the other stayed at the store. This worked out
fine. Sometimes we would take in ten or twelve dollars a day which we considered
good business. On special occasions, we converted it into a dance hall. We
would slide the pool tables into a corner, and the young folks would dance to
the music of the player piano. Bill Hyde wanted to buy out our pool hall, so
we sold it to him for $7,000.
I was getting tired of the store business, having been at it for about ten years.
I imagined I would like a big farm with purebred stock, modern machinery, and
a fancy horse to ride around on and supervise. My brother Jude had a large farm
he wanted to sell. I had accumulated a few thousand dollars so I paid off his
obligations at the bank and bought the farm. I had to spend considerable money
to get it into the shape I wanted it. At one time I had as many as fifty Indians
working, grubbing the sage brush off the land. By the next year, I had 500 acres
under cultivation, all in crops. I had bought some sheep and hogs and a purebred
Holstein cow called Princess from the Utah State Farm agent, Mr. Stott. In stocking
the farm, I paid up to $35.00 a head for brood sows. Things went fine the first
year. I took a truckload of hogs to Dolores, Colorado, and received $1,100 for
them. I went to Cortez, Colorado, and purchased a pair of Belted Hampshire’s
hogs, the only ones in San Juan County. My first crop was mostly oats. I contracted
with the Moab Garage Co. to buy my entire crop for $1.00 a bushel. At that time,
the County was grading the roads from Moab to Thompson Springs. This was all
done with teams of horses, plows, and scrapers. The Moab Garage had the contract
for this work.
While on the farm, I bought a steam tractor to run the threshing machine and
did custom threshing. One time coming from a farm east of us to another job,
we ran out of wood to fire the boiler. We were forced to gather dry sagebrush
for fuel but we made it. Soon our men with a wagon load of wood arrived, so
we steamed up and proceeded to the next farm. I sold my wool the first year for
68¢ a pound, hogs brought 21 cents and grain $l.00 a bushel. The banks
were eager to loan money and, with my operation, I would occasionally borrow
some. In the meantime, the bottom dropped out of the market. Wool dropped to
18 cents over night. Hogs went for 4-1/2 cents, hardly enough to pay to truck
them to the railroad, and of course the banks demanded their money. I could
do nothing but liquidate. I disposed of my sheep, but figured hog raising could
still pay. I had built up my stock to about five hundred head, which was sold
for $1.00 a head. Practically broke, I salvaged enough to pay my obligations,
leaving me with only our home.
Al is our Grandfather Parents: Nephi BAILEY and
Annie Eva Augusta MACKELPRANG.He was married to
Leona Jean WALTON on 1 Jun 1916 in Salt Lake City, Salt Lake Co., Utah.
Alvin and Jean lived several places in Utah while raising their two boys. They
eventually bought a home on 39th S. near 5th E. in Salt Lake.
After retirement, they moved into downtown Salt Lake where they had a modest
apartment.
The following describes some of their life during the depression, in Al's words:
In 1917 during the World War One, I took a group of recruits to Green River to
be inducted into the army. I tried to volunteer but, because I was married and
had two children and was so extensively engaged in farming, which was considered
essential to the war effort, I was turned down, so I am not a World War veteran.
Soon after the War was the beginning of the Depression. Being broke, I found
a job with the U.S. Vanadium Co. in Dry Valley. I stayed with them until they
folded up. Stranded again, I got together enough money to get to Salt Lake City,
looked around for a job, but found none. I remembered a missionary companion
I had in the Southern States Mission, Alma Simmons. I knew he had a business
at Driggs, Idaho. I was short of money but, nevertheless, I put in a long distance
call. Simmons said he had three grocery stores and meat markets, one in Driggs,
one in Tetonia, and one in a mining camp called Sam. This was the only coal mine
in the state. Simmons, knowing of my background as a grocer and meat cutter,
said to come to Driggs, and I could work in one of his stores. So, with what
I had left, I got a ticket to Idaho Falls, transferred there to a train to Driggs.
After paying for a room in Idaho Falls and paying the train fare to Driggs, I
had nothing left. Passing through Salt Lake City in early June, I had bought
myself a cheap straw hat. I reached Driggs about noon. Simmons met me. Delighted
with the reunion of so many years since our missionary experience he insisted
that we tour his stores, not knowing I had eaten nothing all day. We visited
his markets, and we went to his home in Driggs where his wife had prepared dinner.
Needless to say, I enjoyed it very much. The next morning, we went to the Driggs
market. Here I was installed as manager with a salary of $25.00 a week, half
of which was withheld for stock in the Simmons Stores.
After I had accumulated a few dollars, I sent for Jean and the boys. We found
a small furnished house that we rented. The Bishop of the Mormon Church in Driggs
was the cashier of the Bank where we did our business. Jean came down to the
store to help out when I had to go to the slaughter house to kill and dress a
beef. The liver we considered worthless, but I had one customer who would come
to the store, and I would give him a piece,- no charge. This was during the prohibition
years. I had the bootleggers bring me a quart or a pint of their product, and
it always came in a fruit jar. That accounts for the mark I acquired across the
bridge of my nose. The same fellows brought me a bear one time. When it was dressed
out, it looked like a pig. I did not taste the meat, but was told it was delicious.
To stimulate business, Mr. Simmons put on a Coupon deal. He gave his customers
a book of coupons redeemable at any of his stores. Our Driggs store, however,
got most of these customers. This was good at the end of the month when the Sam
Mine would pay the Driggs store, and the Store could then pay off its obligations.
But, eventually, the crash came. The mine could not pay its debts, and we had
between six and seven thousand dollars in coupons. We could not pay our bills,
so the creditors came in and took over all three stores. With Mr. Westerburg
who had been manager of the Tetonia Store, I went to Idaho Falls. There, we contracted
the Sutton Bros. who had three stores, two in Idaho Falls and one in Shelly,
a town about eight miles from Idaho Falls. Tom Sutton hired both of us. Westerburg
went to Shelly, and I took the Riverside store. I worked there as a meat cutter
almost two years.
One day a Mr. Harvey Sewell came into the store and, after looking around awhile,
came over to me and said, "Are you satisfied with this job?" I said
that I had been looking around for something better. He said that, if I would
come to Ogden, he would give me a job at once. I found a man to take my place
in the Sutton Market and, with my family, caught the train to Ogden. When we
arrived there, we called relatives to see if they could tell us where we could
find a house for rent. My Aunt Gertie Weaver said she had several empty apartments
on Lincoln Avenue. We rented the old Bailey home from her. This was the home
once owned by my grandfather, Henry Bailey. I went to work the next morning
for Mr. Sewell. After the third day, he told me he wanted me to go to Delta,
Utah, and take charge of the market there. He paid our transportation. I worked
in his market for two years. We bought a new Chevrolet during this time, the
first car we owned since leaving Monticello. The people of Delta at that time
depended almost entirely on raising alfalfa seed as their major income. The
price of the seed at this time began to decline rapidly and could not support
the county, and Sewell Stores began to lose money, so they decided to get out
of business. I was paid off, but I had a wife and two kids and a car that wasn't
paid for. We sold the furniture we had acquired, put the rest of our belongings
in the car, and took off for Ogden. After arriving there, we found a small place
in a very undesirable section of the City, and I went out looking for a job.
Safeway had an opening and, with the recommendation of Harvey Sewell, I was
given a job in a Safeway market on 24th Street and Wall Ave. The hours were
from 8 am to 12 pm. Those days, we closed the store at six in the evening then
had to mop the floors, shine the display counters, etc., until midnight. A month
or two after working at this place, I was transferred to their store on Washington
Ave. Mr. Maxwell was manager. One night they discovered a barrel of cider that
had turned hard. The fellows in the store had sampled it. The news spread fast.
By closing time, everyone was pretty happy.
I went to work for Dawson Brothers in the O.P.Skaggs system. I had the market
on 22nd Street and Washington Blvd. During the depression, I looked from my
market just across the street and saw lines of people waiting to receive their
quotas of carp which had been seined from the Utah Lake. I did not work long
for this store. I was transferred to the 24th Street store. We had a wonderful
business here. It took two men in the meat department. It was here I learned
the Safeway tricks of the trade. We advertised specials of hams at 10 cents
a pound. We cut the center slices out and sold them for 40 cents a pound. What
was left was the bone and fat. This job ended when Dawson Bros. realized I was
drinking too much. This was in prohibition times, but I had connections with
the right people. I would slip out the back door and about a half block up the
street and get my bottle. It couldn't last, of course, so they fired me. I
walked the streets for days looking for work before I went to the WPA and asked
for a job. I got on a job for three days a week at $3.00 a day processing sheepskins.
The hides would be put in a solution of some kind, then thrown on the table,
and my job was to take the wool off the hides. In most cases, it was quite easy,
as the solution in which the hides had been dipped had loosened the wool, so,
by scraping across the hide, the wool slipped off. This is about the time of
the drought that created the Dust Bowl areas where farmers were forced to sell
their livestock before they died of starvation. The government bought the cattle
and shipped them to packing plants where they were slaughtered, the meat processed
and canned to be distributed to those on relief. I got a job with the American
Packing Co. boning the beef. The cattle would be slaughtered and chilled overnight,
then brought down on conveyors along the boning tables and, as the quarters of
beef came down the line, we would take them off and proceed to take the meat
from the bones. After some practice, we could do a side of beef in thirty-five
minutes. We were paid by the piece. Sixty five cents for a hind quarter and sixty
cents for fronts. I had moved to North Ogden. There was a small orchard, an
artesian well supplied our water, but the well run dry in late summer then we
carried drinking water from across the street. There was an old school building
nearby, and I got extra work there two days a week cleaning brick. The only
heat we had in the house was from wood fires. We brought old scrap wood from
the building being torn down and cut it up for the kitchen range and the heating
stove. Dick had finished High School and was earning some money helping a Mr.
Warren.
A salesman I knew, Earnie Valentine, sent me a message that a Mr. Wilford Tallifero
in Green River, Wyoming, wanted a butcher to work in one of his stores. He worked
for the Piggley Wiggley chain later bought out by the Safeway Stores. I went
to Green River where I worked a few weeks until I could send for my family.
Dick was going to Weber College, so he stayed in Ogden. Jean and Bill came to
Green River, and we rented a small apartment from Mr. Dancoskie. The old couple
who owned the place lived in one side of the house and rented us the other side.
I worked in the market in Green River for nearly two years at $37.50 a week.
I developed a back injury trying to pick up a veal calf from the scales. Had
to go to Rock Springs for treatment. (Never finished. Alvin L. Bailey died
24 August 1970)
Children were: Richard Quinn BAILEY,
William Walton BAILEY.
Angus
M. BAILEY was born on 4 Sep 1885 in Bluff, San Juan Co., Utah. He died on
28 Jul 1887 in Bluff, San Juan Co., Utah. Parents: Nephi
BAILEY and Annie Eva Augusta MACKELPRANG.
Annie
BAILEY Parents: Nephi BAILEY and
Annie Eva Augusta MACKELPRANG.
Elizabeth
Ann BAILEY (photo) was born on 1 Jul 1957 in Salt
Lake City, Salt Lake Co., Utah. She was a Homemaker.
Liz graduated from East High School, Salt Lake City, in 1974.
In the Bailey Family, she is known as the skinny one.
She has always been an animal lover.
She works hard raising her two kids and helping her husband Dave in his booming
electrical contracting business, as well as managing their rental properties.
Parents: Richard Quinn BAILEY and
Marie Hylda LEVERICH.She was married to David Harvey FOX on 2 Jul 1983
in Salt Lake City, Salt Lake Co., Utah. Children were: Meaghan FOX, Robert FOX.
Elmer
Mackelprang BAILEY was born on 5 Apr 1894 in Monticello, San Juan Co., Utah.
He died on 19 Jun 1959 in Salt Lake City, Salt Lake Co., Utah. Parents:
Nephi BAILEY and Annie Eva Augusta MACKELPRANG
.He was married to Alberta PERKINS on 22 Oct 1913 in Monticello, San Juan
Co., Utah.
Jacob James
BAILEY (photo) was born on 16 Mar 1978 in Salt Lake
City, Salt Lake Co., Utah. He graduated in Jun 1996 from Cottonwood High School,
Salt Lake City, Utah. He was educated Attended Judge Memorial 1992 to 1995 in
Salt Lake City, Salt Lake Co., Utah. Parents: James
Stephen BAILEY and Barbara HUNTER.
Back to previous 50 names.
Go to next 50 names.
Return to Table of Contents